Short Get Worse Poems
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I have a bad feeling.
It’ll get worse before it gets better.
I’m braced for the worst.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
There was a gigolo who swallowed a bee
It pained him from stomach to knee.
But with a shout and curse
He saw things get worse.
It buzzed him from a he to a she.
and as a tear falls from the eye
never is the last goodbye
as open hearts fold closed at last
remember always happy past
'till tomorrow sun has risen
all is well
all is forgiven
Form:
It's the tip of the iceberg we're seeing now
Probably will get worse before better somehow
There's happy ahead
Somebody said
I'm the happiest dude since happy was allowed
When you worry
about what
never was
When you think
it can’t get worse
then it does
Focus instead
on what lies ahead
So due to worry
you don’t end up dead
J-oy will be yours again,
A-fter the night so lonely;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-arly second of February.
A-im at the morning light,
Y-our day won't get worse;
A-s you welcome the beacon,
A-nother joy will be
Y-ours.
Things can get better,
but they can always get worse,
things can be good,
but they can always get better.
It doesn't matter if the glass is half full,
or if the glass is half empty,
it's what's inside the glass,
that merits debate.
A shot in the dark.
Alone in the world.
No one to talk to
And no one to hold.
So blame everyone
For your bad life.
See how that goes.
You won't get far.
It will get worse.
Happiness
begins when
you rely
On the
One, true
God
It's so hard,
Knowing that it won't get better.
It's only going to get worse.
I know what's coming
And there is nothing
That I can do to stop it.
I tried to tell them it won't be easy,
But they aren't ready to hear it.
And it breaks my heart.
I have to watch another loved one
Die
I wish I could just explain
I wish I remembered everything
I wish time stopped
I wish I had a plan
I wish everybody could get along
I wish I weren’t limited
I wish fear didn’t bother me
I wish half the things mattered
I wish it didn’t get worse
I wish I knew how to tell you
Steppin’ Off
My Platform
I
Will
Miss you,
It’s only so long
And not a swan song
I have projects awaiting
They need some attention
An untenable encumbrance
Far too many to mention
So I’ll be takin’ time out
Or bound to get worse
September First
Steppin’ off
My lover comes first even if I found other
men's Numbers in your purse
Girl if you hurt, I'll be your nurse even if
it get worse, I will still put you first
even if my heart burst, girl you are sweeter
than cotton candy but sour than a struaburst
Girl my last verse, Always put you first
innoxious odor
faintly fishy
I think of salmon I say
it could be arsenic
this was thrown out by dour Debby Downer
we always get worse scenarios from her
it reminds me of catfish
my upbeat-mother-in-law says,
trying to salvage the family meal.
it is not our fault her other son married Debby Downer
The hope is gone,
Nothing to hold on to anymore,
Though that sounds wrong.
Things can only get worse from here,
This downward slope,
Something to be feared,
Something that I dread,
It’s the poison inside your head,
That’s making you lose me,
Forget us,
Forget yourself,
But remember this,
I love you..
If nothing else.
Yes, your gonna die,
yes, maybe you'll be alright,
yes, it will get worse,
yes, your gonna have to fight.
Who knows, see how it goes,
but yes, you should be scared,
just hope that when the time comes,
you'll be better prepared.
Maybe this is it,
maybe there is more,
but if this is all,
what could this have possibly been for.
Do things get worse before they get better? I know, I know, I know....Things get worse, then worser still. You glimpse sunshine, but no, it’s just your medication. Then things get worse, worse, worser, worst, before finally leveling off. And that’s the new norm. And things are better, because they could be worse. And the answer is B. Detroit
Waiting
Waiting again
Some things never change
They get worse with age
Do they enjoy being
The center of attention?
That goes without saying
Doesn't it?
They may feign embarrassment
Blush and smile
Might even apologize --
No, really?
It's all a game to them
They're stuck in childhood
No matter
There may be a hell in their future
A hell with a Waiting Room
Consecutive days,
yes, that’s what I seek.
Twenty in a row:
that’s nearly three weeks.
Just keep it alive,
you’ll groove it, I’m told.
But here’s what I know:
it’s just getting old.
The same could be said
for writing a verse.
Try hard though you may,
your efforts get worse.
Made it to twenty;
its gold for the win.
Rowing tomorrow?
Nah, I’m sleeping in!
People are the same
Equations between them change
Situations are the one to blame
Time passes by
things get worse
Promises made for staying forever
Don't last anymore
Everything could be alright
If you would let it go by letting the e-go,
then everything would be alright
The distance wouldn't matter no long all that would,will be
The love for one another
was it really that big of a deal
if we were both just kids
our minds snapped shut like lids
brainwashed by whats bad and good
too scared to come out with the truth
nothing ever came smooth
these thoughts
these anxieties
they only get worse
i needed someone to soothe me
im just a little girl
please stop touching me like that
i dont like it
im tired of playing this game
Some people never change
They just get worse with age
Rude, obnoxious and shrew
Mean words are always spewed
Landing like daggers in your flesh
Leaving many cuts that enmesh
Often feels so hurtful and surreal
Being around them is not ideal
Avoiding them can be adverse
They may haunt you like a curse
Ironically life would not be the same
If they were able to stop and refrain
Why do some believe it’ll get better
while others are sure it’ll get worse
Why do some take wild chances
while others sit out the big dances
Why do some sock it away
while others live for today
Why do some sit and think
while others resort to drink
The answer, my friend, will depend
on what you discover in the end
I want recovery,
but I also want to get worse.
I want to have bravery,
but I don't have it of course.
I want to get better,
but I also want to be destroyed.
I want to do this together,
but I guess I like being toyed.
I guess I don't really know what I want,
I never really do.
I am being haunted,
I never really knew.
I like this,
but I like that.
It feels like bliss,
but it also feels like a combat.
Laying here on my bed thinking how it could have been,
Makes me wonder why did it have to end?
The talking has ended,
The meetings have concluded,
I feel so excluded.
I want back in your life,
But your not willing to take that sacrifice,
I have rolled my final dice.
There is no more point for me on this earth,
But to live through the worst,
Betting on my last remorse,
To find that it would just get worse.
Voices of man,
always we hear
and we listen.
We heed to man and
to what our great
leaders have to say.
For almost 2,000
years another man
has been pleading
with us to do
right, God's word
says, its better
to listen to
God than man,
but we refuse,
our way is
better than
God's, we think.
So our trouble
will get worse,
until we heed,
to God's voice,
and not,
voices of man.
wrote 8-4-08