Peeved Poems | Examples

When age shudders to pen a new page

Age can’t carry its carriage when, 
No more gets born new courage then. 

Age shudders to pen new page when,
Life gets peeved of post-passage then.

New dares are hard to engage in
When, past quests get sung in rage then.  

Mundane move ways of marriage when,
No room, new romance to stage then.

Tired, living long life of rage when,
The old man turns unto sage then.
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Ghazal | 10.09.2025 | carriage, courage, marriage, rage, sage, stage

cranky bee

cranky bee was born on the underside of the hive
he has been cranky since minutes old, maybe five
this was from his mother, but his daddy agreed
He has always been angry, always seems peeved.

you could not have a regular conversation with him
He was always angry with Tom, Dick, Johnny and Jim
Always looking for the bad side, and always finding it too
He is still angry today, and he is forty-two

Most have moved on, and do not waste any time
They see that he is determined to be filled with irritation grime
cranky bee has never gotten over one single slight
Frankly, said my drone friend; he is not very bright.

sad tale if a marriage gone wrong

Evie and Steve married on Christmas Eve
We did not think they would ever leave
Very drunk Steve put his feelings on sleeve
his steps on the dance floor were more of a weave

Eve’s chest began to hem, haw and heave
Steve had certainly peeved our little Eve

Marriage was never consummated, but no one grieved
Matter of history, Eve’s family was so relieved
Steve had done other things to make them peeved
Grandma Guss was glad the cleaving was never achieved.

Thought For Today 3-27-2025

Some words we say are ill-conceived,
and once spoken can’t be retrieved.
If our words inflame,
we should feel shame,
and feel remorse toward those peeved.

Untitled

there was a young man named Price
who always took risks without advice
till one day he was peeved
when a letter he received
from his insurance saying your policy is doubling in price

Tin Man's Dilemma

The Wicked Witch was Tin Man’s fantasy
He'd never seen such a beauty as she
It rained and his joints seized
Left poor Tin Man quite peeved
Every step that he took was misery...

They stopped at Yellow Brick Rd gas station
Asked the pump jockey for lubrication
He sprayed Tin Man with grease
So, he could move with ease
Tin Man jumped up and down with elation... 

He held the witch’s hand but wanted more
But didn't foresee what fate had in store
Something hadn't been greased
Tin Man wasn't too pleased
When his rusted man thing dropped on the floor...

Cor!

I love every hair upon your head
Although you've hardly any left Fred
Oh, those silver strands
I stroked with my hands
Are appearing all over the bed.

I’m peeved that you complain Eleanor
I am hearing from you when you snore
And you talk in sleep
To a guy named Pete
But admit I award it a Cor!

Once when my dream was annoyed

Once when annoyed, peeved, 
My dream poured rage for long piled:
I’m never fulfilled. 
Get not riled, my restless child:
What’s dream if fulfilled? Life smiled.
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Tanka |08.12.2023|dream, life

Santa May Be A Tad Late This Year

Kiddies, I'm sorry to say that Santa may be visiting you late this year,
As he struggles to circle the Earth spreading his delightful cheer!
Santa had to retire Rudoloph and his friends leaving them much aggrieved,
And long-suffering Mrs Claus is in a snit and left sorely peeved!

It may be New Years Day before he arrives, but he'll visit you eventually,
So place a snack of cookies and milk or salami and cheese 'neath the tree!
That old grinch in the White House decreed that dear old Santa's sleigh,
Henceforth, must be battery powered, to be effective on this Christmas Day!

Alas, Santa must land every 350 miles or so, the battery to refresh!
(Hopefully, he can do this in such unlikely places as Bangladesh)!
No longer will you hear reindeer hooves dancing on your roof in the snow!
But be patient, little ones; Santa will greet you soon with a cheery ho-ho-ho!

God Whispers

Some people speak so softly
that our ears they do strain..
We ask them to repeat themselves
over and over again..
It's frustrating to both parties and
some times they get peeved, as
the speaker and the listener want
their message received..
We live in such a hurry and get
caught up in scuttle buttle,
that we often don't hear God's voice
as his messages can be subtle..
When you arise from sleep as the
darkness meets the dawn, listen
closely for his whispers as it's us
for which God longs..

Somebody In Real Pain

I’ve met somebody in real pain!
He was handling real pain with brain.
Still, he was like one in the rain:
Twists of a body hit with cane;
Frowns of a face cursed like marked Cain,
Sometimes would yell “Oh! What cruel pain!”
But uttered no curse: the word stain…

This is handling real pain with brain. 
Don’t fail to still board the right train
As your peeved reply to migraine,
Ravaging things or plants with grain

While in pain in knowledge, too, gain:
That, sometimes, happiness does wane;
Owns its disappearing plane.

And Thats the Truth

what’s my sign

what a fool

‘kick my behind’

they thought me

a tool

scalped by the scalpel 

forsooth

the sore truth

the eyesore 

galoot

the prophecy foretold

as they pinned

the tail-on-the-donkey

hee haw

the jokes on them

as i was peeved

they were

pie’d

this fool

ain’t 

no fool

fee-fi-fo-fum

i

one-upped

‘em

as Edith Ann*

rocks

in her rocker

with

a raspberry roast

“…and that’s the truth”*

6/6/2023

Edith Ann character of comedienne Lily Tomlin

Silly Goose Song

Silly goose goose goose
You dance so loose loose loose
In your pajamas white and red.
Are you the infamous goose Old Ned?

Who says I am silly? Ned asks, a bit peeved.
He is wearing his pajamas pushed up on his sleeves.
Is it my dance or my gobble or what? He asks, irritated.
Not realizing the speaker thinks all geese are way overrated.

Silly goose goose goose
You are such a favorite with me
Your wings so free and loose
How much smarter can you be?

Now the goose is happy.
Glad he was here, after all.
Dancing all the way to the bank.
Giving a marvelous beak call.

My Life Is Unraveling

A Metamucil Moment"

Woke up this morning
Feeling rather blue
Ran out of Metamucil
Don't know what to do

Muscles really aching
Joints are creaky sore
I ran out of Ben-Gay
Have to run down to the store

Blood pressure medicine
Seems too have disappeared
Can't remember if I used it all
My tummy's feeling kinda of weird

Where did I put my glasses
Can't see a gosh darn thing
Can't drive with out them
Now the phone it starts to ring

Who would be calling me
Should I answer it or leave
It's a damn telemarketer
Now I'm really peeved

Do you need your carpets cleaned
A written pitch I'd heard before
No!! But could use some Metamucil
Hung up and headed out the door

My car is almost out of gas
The Kona coffee kicking in
Don't think I need that Metamucil
As my stomach starts to spin

Ran back to the bathroom
In a hurry I did run
Found there wasn't any T.P.
Grrrr !!! This is not a lot of fun

But did find my Ben-Gay
Wish I found my glasses first
Thought I brushed my teeth with Colgate
Now I'm really at my worst

My blood pressure's rising
Still can't find my med's
Think I'm gonna give up
I'm going back to bed

Gossip Irritates Cookie

Cookie the cat was as hot as a bull burnt to medium well.
His kitchen was corrupted, and there was a foul smell.
He had never wanted this occupation anyway, truth to tell.
Our head cook looks peeved today, whispered his cousin, Jel.

His face is green, and his cheeks looked like a pinkish conch shell.
This observation was made by the sous-chef, Ms. Michelle.
He has never been a happy cook, said his friend, Mr Mel.
Then why doesn’t he find another job? Asked his cousin Jel.

He fears the interview process, it can be almost hell.
But this isn’t bringing him joy, argued Michelle and Mr. Mel.
Cookie gave them all a mean look and yelled “What is that smell?”
He was tired of all this gossip, especially from sous-chef, Michelle.

The weird smell was from moldy anchovies coming from a well.
These slimy things had bubbled up from the drain, and it was not swell.
Cookie assigned the clean up task to Ms. Michelle and Mel.
Because Cookie he knew how lazy could be his little cousin, Jel.

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