Stress People Poems

Your thoughts go a long way in determining your future 
Positive thinking will allow you to portray your life in a way that only you...

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I may not be everyone's cup of tea
That I never invited anyone around to try
If you ever had the chance to meet me

You may not...

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Did you ever stand on stage,
behind the big curtain.
Standing there peeking out from behind the curtain,
watching the audience looking at the stage.
Your knees are shaking,
your...

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I felt like a book 
very tired old and worn out 
needing rest on shelf....

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"Is there anyone for stuffing?
Well done George, send us down your plate,
Auntie, if you've finished with the cranberry sauce
Could you please pass it across to...

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It would be super if when we washed our hair,
all negative emotions would just disappear..
Anxiety and stress, sadness and dispair,
along with anger and any lingering...

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parrying street space invaders
with restive vinegar smiles
their incessant bip bip bip
countering my spilling step

us, at opposite ends
past coffee shops
past drug stores, calling
to each other in...

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Date:  September  2049
 
Early morning pleasant weather 
Time. Holly woke thinking she would 
Visit her mother today. She felt ill
Lately she's been feeling...

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Four hours and counting,
Frustration is really begun mounting.

The sun is beating down,
Causing sweat to drip onto my perpetual frown.

People are getting out and talking,
I expect...

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People who see you down and laugh, 
suffering pain they feel they’ve had
smile at the misery you now have, 
display traits of a psychopath 

People...

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I had a happy childhood at first
Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic
Extent. It was a dream of some
Type of female existence.  I...

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Inspired by Black Country's Communion's "Sista Jane"


I wonder about people who like pain.
They self-berate and stress and worry so.
What is it that they think they’re...

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I only looked forward and run,
Without having time to look for sun
They say teenage years mess me up,
And it was all because of my merely...

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Density of orchestral tones,
Uilleann pipes,
Stride along tense and undulant waves,
Ripping the past into view.

Heat lightening licks my peripheral,
With each droplet of sweat from my forehead,
As...

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In the internal disputatiousness 
of some politicians,  innocent people 
Always turn to be their preys. 
If you put your legs 
In something you know...

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