Short Bad Habit Poems
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My one cup of coffee today
was not worth what I paid
It put me to sleep the whole morning
~ Caffeine sure is bad-habit-forming
Bad tendency of a bad-habit hobby to get so high,
I find myself overthinking things daily, losing track of time,
To the point my body cycles so irregularly.
Ban When They Can
Get away with when they can,
Seems to be the role of a man;
Hair receded;
Still succeeded;
This bad habit should try to ban.
Jim Horn
The girl, - looking into the bedroom's keyhole,
In silence whispered: " At last - I have it!
And by these people I constantly was told,
That fingers sucking- is bad habit"!
a nun once had a hare raising sabbath
of chasing around the church yard rabbits
she'd grab their tails of cotton
twisting until off they popped
and was never cured of the habit
Possesses Bad Habits
What I wonder about and ask why,
Is harder and harder Trump will try;
Bad habit possesses;
This he confesses,
And always ends up liking to lie.
Jim Horn
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Don't push my
Button
Please//
This is a button
And don't push
It again
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On the other hand
A bad habit
Is better than
No habit at all
GF
Trump Golf Indulging
About Trump, what we had been divulging,
Seeems to find pleasure in people insulting;
Bad habit;
Does have it;
In him playing golf apparently is indulging.
Jim Horn
Still Smoking When Last Seen
He was still smoking when last seen;
Had been having bad habit and a fein;
Smoke filled air,
And hard to bare;
Stopped eating so he could look lean.
Jim Horn
There was an old man from Missouri.
Biting his nails, he tended to worry.
Taping his fingers to stop the bad habit,
he switched to candy wherever he could grab it,
and once he was full, he always got purry.
Habits
Monoku: by Miracle Man
3/7/2022
habits won’t change until we’re serious about wanting to change them
“A bad habit never disappears miraculously,
It’s an undo-it-yourself project.”
Abigail Van Buren
Bad Habit of Buying
Have bad habit caused by buying;
Keep under control I am trying;
When something to buy I did see,
Bought it and in trouble will be;
A bad habit there is no denying.
James Mysterious Serious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
It hides deep within us,
A stranger lurking behind a veil,
It emerges at will, seizing the moment,
We become mere puppets on strings.
It’s the night that encroaches upon the day,
A dusk that awakens its hidden elements.
December 27, 2024.
"Holey all over,
seen better days,
worn out and threadbare,
can't mend its ways,
with drink spills and food stains,
rips, rents and tears,
not worth keeping,
a sad state of affairs,
its time has come,
over and done,
that's one bad habit,”
so said the nun.
Trump and His Big Mouth
First the dirt we did have to soften
Hole mouth is open so insert coffin;
Overhead is now storming,
And new bad habit forming;
He does it several times and often.
Death to Trump and his horrible, big mouth
And wall he wants to build way down south.
Jim Horn
I have to make a confession.
My new year’s resolution is to kick this bad habit called depression
I will leave it to the people who have made concession
For their selfish personal suppression
Of “I’m a failure” obsession expression
Their transgression of depression
One can consider as a new profession
It’s been quite a while
Cruel crawling time took my mind
Seldom play plays a bad habit
But nostalgia knows one thing
You get out but can’t get in
And when you find the missing tile
When perhaps, it’s too late to find
So, someone’s made every bit.
Introspection knows one thing
You get in but can’t get out.
I used to sing until I lost my voice
Now I hardly have one
A bad habit of waiting to make a choice
I still have never made one
I don't need lyrics to sing to my hearts content
Seldom do I sing, though
I didn't know I had to listen for the bell to ring
I had to know it would ring
I ran everytime, until I forgot the sound
What was the tune I used to sing ?
I`m on a wild ride.
My feelings I can`t hide.
He just won`t abide.
And stay away.
He calls me everyday.
And wants me to come play.
I say... No Way !
But deep down inside.
He knows that I have lied.
I long to feel his touch.
I miss it so Damn much.
I could have it in a minute.
But I can not begin it.
I must stay true to my pledge.
To stay away from the edge.
He`s just a bad habit.
I can Break.
Form:
it is very wrong to take
all the credits for the things that went right
reject me right the moment things went wrong
mr and ms blameless
you all have a very bad habit to throw me upon others head
deserve to be condemned
people say you are unworthy to work with
warning
next time you will be alone
and you know well that nobody but nobody make it alone
so take me sometimes
take me i am blame when things go wrong .
Time has come to end this life,
Of having you here by my side.
My whole world turned just for you.
So now, I'm letting you go...
Don't think I never valued our time together.
It's just that we're not meant for each other.
Let us now close the final curtain.
Move our feet away from thorough pain.
Remember goodbye, it doesn't mean forever.
I can breathe now, glad it's over.
#made for Linda's Poetry Contest
# I'm breaking up with you
I lay in bed,
And stare up at the ceiling
That I can not see.
I sigh,
And get out of bed
To wander down the dark hall.
I reach the kitchen
And open the pantry;
Stare for awhile,
Then close the door:
Bad Habit.
I wander around the house silently,
A ghost in the present,
And circle back to my room.
I close the door,
Then tiptoe back to my bed
And slip under the covers.
I stare up at the ceiling
That I can not see
And try to drift
Off to sleep.
My Pets
My pet cat was holding a bat,
He was probably inspired by the cat in the hat.
My pet toad was jumping on the road,
He nearly got hit by a truck with a very heavy load.
My pet parrot was sitting in a chariot,
Jabbering while Queen Elizabeth was giving him a carrot.
My pet rabbit has a really bad habit,
Of nabbing and playing on other people's tablets.
All my pets each have talents,
But none of them are as cool as my neon paint pallet
Either set it free
Or watch it bleed
Not every story has happy ending
But it's better then to know that it was a pretending
Either turn to a chapter
Or watch it capture
Love is said that it's beautiful
But when you lose it it all turns into a funereal
Then your worst enemy
Although love played it friendly
It can be a tragic
But it can be a bad habit
When you lose it
Love can be surround you
But then you find yourself trying to drown you