Short Give It A Rest Poems
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There are behaviors that I detest
From people who preach that their work's the best
Lines of gobbledygook
Reads like a boring book
Time to give their arrogant pen a rest
Snowy, slushy mess,
driving now a test,
snowy, slushy mess,
heart is in my chest,
snowy, slushy mess,
please be a quick guest,
snowy, slushy mess,
all snow would be best,
snowy, slushy mess,
sky, give it a rest!
‘cause this stuff is terrible.
Politics season
Sans rhyme and reason
Never-ending blitz
Constant News Network
Won’t give it a rest
Traffic today
Bumper stickers’
Noted absence
Relief, not grief
Excitement
Is absent
Root against
Trump chump
Hill pill
Lose.
3/22/16
Some things would be better unsaid.
Some fads never should have survived.
Some books would be better unread.
Some plays never should be revived.
I saw a production today
And this show failed my comatose test.
If the years aren’t kind to a play,
My advice is – just give it a rest!
I want to talk to you
but I just run away
to try to prevent you from seeing
I'm afraid to be crushed
but don't want to lose
and needlessly push you away
I give it a rest
to wait and see
how it will turn around
Someday we'll see
where I will be
and if you're still around
narcissists with huge egos slither and slink ~ hmmm, what would Rumi think
a sly smile on their lips, thinking it's a disguise ~ not from many eyes
having an overly aggressive attitude ~ it's just plain a-rse rude
they are like lemons with sour zest ~ for goodness sake, please give it a rest
"Sweet shirts!" they scream
as you pass wearing green
bright and so proud it hurts.
Good job wearing shirts.
Women with vests,
partially exposed chests,
I say, "Give it a rest!
Put away your chests!"
I once ate fruit,
since I thought it was cute,
and though it looked real good,
it was made of wood.
Now my mouth's sore,
and I just have no more
dish from which to serve dirt,
so I say, "Sweet shirts."
I try to work the pain away
I go to the gym everyday
Maybe I’ll sweat you out
Find out what true love is really all about
And then I’ll go away
I pray to the gods I don’t believe in to make it stop
Tell the voices to give it a rest,
My time is ticking on the clock
Can’t stop thinking about the ticking from my watch
Is this what life is like?
If it is than I will fight
With all of my might
For something more of a delight
Sauntered into the chat-room site
looking for conversational delight;
But what I found, depressingly,
was no one much interested in me;
first room in, what happened there?
It quickly emptied into silent air;
second one was not much different,
it turned into time not well spent;
several tries and none was better,
made me wonder, then to fretter;
decided to give it a rest for while,
next time won’t post my pic profile.
Sam was the fluffiest Tom on the Parisian block
The tittering of females was found around the clock
They came into Starbucks at a quarter until eight
Giggling and gaggling, which he did not appreciate
Give it a rest, Sam thought, as he tried to read his book.
They were older ladies, giving him a “come hither look”.
He was tired of being married, he had done it six times before.
He would always amble home to Mama at a quarter to four.
What would have pumped life to a dulling heart
What could have been the realization of a dream,
What should have made better tomorrows than today,
Came a little too late, so it seems.
Give it a rest
And be contented.
For who’s to know what there is today
Amounts somewhat much lesser
When there is naught one righteous
To judge which is better,
And in thus may regret be unhanded, set free
When things are not meant to be.
Shed a tear
no me not cry
why
does it make you
feel weak inside
I shed a tear
when I feel pain
emotions mixed
its not a game
its just a part
of what makes me me
I shed a tear when
my heart screams
Shed a tear Oh yes I cry
I wont keep it all bottled
up inside
Shed a tear oh yes I do
you should shed a tear or two
release the stress trapped
down in you
So shed a tear to break the stress
Now get off my back and give it a rest
Silly me
I stayed right up until the end
The final credits
Probably the last to leave
For fear i may just miss
something that never ends
up happening
Apart from sloppy seconds or
drunken leftovers such as myself
But it's like playing numbers
on the lottery
Once in you just can't stop
Just incase one's numbers
actually come up or something
happens that probably never will
Like meeting the one or winning
anything more than my ticket
money back