Stress Rude Poems

Nearly thirty inches below normal of rain this year
It's caused an infestation of critters who lurk near
Droning on and on, annoyingly buzzing in my ear
Waiting...

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next time I’ll grab the reins
of those exhausting relationships
I’m fed up and simply can’t
sit through another
one-way conversation
I just can’t do it anymore

next time I’ll ask
because...

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Nightmares, as though, scorpions, sting.
Rough truths, within, like owls, spread wing.
What a night! O, what a grim night!
Terror, unknown, rules like a king.

Sleep lies wounded...

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As I go through the store shopping,                                    you...

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I often wonder,                      ...

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When she says no,
She means no,
Please stop messaging her,
Yet you continue to do so,
Don't you understand no,
She doesn't know you,
You don't know her,
She likes it...

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vicious venom
spewing
~ her ruby lips

bitter tongue
lashing brazen
~ a heart of coal

guards up
wisdom at his door
~ regenerating



AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on August 3, 2020 for contest...

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You’ve stopped talking to me and I don’t know why...

I hate this - this feeling - this anguish, with it’s retinue of mysteries.

Was it something...

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When are we going to learn
We need to shut our trap
What is it with you
Your snide tone
Your petty remarks
Everything we say is ignored
Censured or corrected
Cause...

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Father wants breakfast
Groaning to find the settings
To high, four minutes, and on
Pressure cooker despairing -
"Now what? Eggs are hard!"...

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October bade to tune me for its heartache song.
Thirty-one days pelleted stressed pummeled rain.
How rude the tenth one to taunt with feuds weeks long.
No frisky...

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He thinks he’s charming 
The buffoon
The village idiot
He makes your blood boil
He’s absolutely delusional
You shake your head
But he’s still there
He’s not going away 
He’s our...

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The minute I get out of bed
So much clutter in my head
Dangling precariously by a thread 
How the hours of restful sleep have sped
Once midnight...

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The Telephone,
Invader of my Space
3/14/2016

How many times daily does our Telephone ring? 
Twenty or thirty I think I’d be safe in saying.
It’s always one needing...

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Success in my hand
The power and the glory

On top of the world
I am invincible; me

The little ones left 
by the wayside without care

I take what...

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