Short Good For Nothing Poems

Short Good For Nothing Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Good For Nothing by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Good For Nothing by length and keyword.

The Bird In the Sky

A beautiful bird was soaring up high
and as I watched it adrift in the open sky
that good for nothing bird took a crap in my eye.

© Billy Thekidster  

Good For Nothing

A bratty six-year-old down in Carlsbad
makes his poor, haggard mother so mad!
He'll be good for a buck
but his mom shouts: Good luck!
Just be good for nothing like your dad!

Written 5/12/22

© Robert Gorelick  

It is hard to be a Flake
Melting under pressure
Turning to slush

Good for nothing
But to slip
Some one up

Grimy and gross
Ground under boots
Everyone treads on me just because I can't stand the heat!

© Autumn Rose Wood  

the gs have it

gigantic girlish ghouls gathered at Gate’s gazebo
glabrous ghouls glistening grotesque globs of gloom
gothic goldbricking good-for-nothing gossips on the go
green-eyed grandstanding grifters, guests of green groom.

© Caren Krutsinger  

His wife called him a good for nothing rat
         As in his armchair old Jim sat,
    Jim retorted with a very broad grin,
 You know you will never get a double chin,
Because all that exercise is bound to kill fat.

© John Williams  

A Good-For-Nothing Lout

Can't breathe through your nose with your tongue hanging out
Bet you tried, found you could, but it looks like a dog's snout
Sorry, that wasn't nice
I apologize thrice
Don't trust me again, I'm a good-for-nothing lout

© Jack Ellison  

If all the pretty girls were good,
And all the good girls were pretty...
Then Mbabane wouldn't be such a ruined
Pathetic good for nothing city.

But the good girls are not all pretty,
And the pretty girls are seldom good...
If you look closer to the men in the city:
That is what got them ruined.

© Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze  

I can't resist evertthing called temptation
Its contagious like flu
I sometimes fall like a child
But don't call Me a fool
Even if I know its not cool
Its my past I no longer live there
It all new here
I hope you can see it clear
Am no longer the good for nothing ben
Am all changed
Free from the den of self hate.

© Ekoh Jones  

i'm caught up in this world
where no one thinks i'm great
neither can i do something great with my life
even my dear friend thinks i'm good for nothing
may be that's the reason i feel good 
everytime we split up for something
i'm living in the whirlwind of hate
i only have my talents to console me
in the depths of my solitude

© Emmanuel Balele  

Poem Becomes A Novel

So, I am a novel and not a poem
That is what I said and I am never wrong!
So get that through your head!
You say I am a good for nothing poem
So What!  So sue me!
With a bazooka aimed at the head 
One might change their mind
Question?..... What am I now?...
A poem or a novel?
I hope you get it right this time

© Earl Schumacker  

I try to compose myself when in your presence

But it seems i get perceived as a good for nothing peasant

I just long for that person to hold 

But in the night im left feeling cold



I just struggle to move fourth with my life

Taking those bad nights in my strife

My heart bleeds everyday

I can’t take it that I had to put you down to lay

© Akshar Jhalla  

I try to compose myself when in your presence

But it seems i get perceived as a good for nothing peasant

I just long for that person to hold 

But in the night im left feeling cold



I just struggle to move fourth with my life

Taking those bad nights in my strife

My heart bleeds everyday

I can’t take it that I had to put you down to lay

© Akshar Jhalla  

Walking in shadows

Difficult to stand 
When they fall

Too hard to raise
 When they fail 

Too good for nothing

What other choice
Do they have 

Weakness is better
Than challenge 
They prefer

Always on same 
Place 

Anything new is a 
Disturbances

Anything based on 
Power is a fault 

They prefer
only to be 

Walking in shadows

© Richard Nnoli  

everybody thinks it's wrong
for my little brother to emulate me
so i go alone
none of my nephews wants to be like me
i go alone
yearning for vindication
maybe it's just now
may be in time,the Lord will
let them see who i really am
that i'm not good for nothing at all
instead i'm more than my two brothers 
put together
i'll be the best after my vindication

© Emmanuel Balele  

Just Like an Old Shoe

Just Like an Old Shoe

I am worn and torn
from hard use.

I bear the scuff marks
of a life, lived.

I live alone, my partner
has long since disappeared.

I reside in a dark place
tossed into a corner.

I am no longer in style,
old and forgotten.

I will be discarded someday,
thrown out with the trash.

I am just like an old shoe,
good for nothing.

© Oliver Mckeithan  

For Jan

FOR JAN, MY SUPPORTIVE FRIEND :) 

I have one silly friend on Manhattan
Or is it Mad Hatter or Isle of Man?
I keep forgetting
But she won't letting
Or is it let me, in any case, I am her man.

This was a good-for-nothing limerick
But I have an excuse: I am sick!

***

With an enormous wink
from your second husband
D.
December 30, 2016

© Darren White  

I know what you are going through;

For your grief is great and rough,

Even your family and friends have forsaken you !

That you are a good for nothing fellow.

Please wait, the reward is at the doorstep.



It is a long time since  you started crying;

Every time praying and fasting;

But your answer seem to be nowhere !

That you are now under desperation.

Please wait,the reward is at the doorstep.

© Chipepo Lwele  

One day number nine sat dejected
in a corner, tears welling up eyes,
"I am good for nothing, I should die."
Number zero came and said "Look at 
me, I am zero but happy for 
I am a beautiful creation
of creator, crafted  perfectly
for a unique, specific purpose.
By crying you are demeaning God"

12.05.2021
Syllable count checked at PS syllables counter
Contest Name : A Time for Nine
Sponsor : Michelle Faulkner

© Rama Balasubramanian  

H     High time to,
A     Amend your mistakes for them.
P     People have hope,
P     People have envy in them,
Y     Your deeds will be the answer.
N     Noticing or not,
E      Encouraging or not,
W     Wary to your responsibilities.
Y      Your patience and dedication will destroy their,
E      Enigma : " you are good for nothing".
A      And they will start,
R      Readily welcome you as they will welcome new year.

© Rohit Sharma  

it's me they dream of
in their half sleeps
why me?
even the kids ridicule me
only the maids adore me
it's me they yearn to kiss
the beauty princesses don't see future with me
i cry,because i'm all alone
no one sees my tears 
because i'm out of love
and i don't have any friends
i'm smart,with no one to trust
why me?
old friends dis me for my past
punks warn their girls about me
why me?
my mama thought i was good for nothing

© Emmanuel Balele  

I taste your meek cravings;
your numbing friction of desire
you are my fiend;  my devil;
my good-for-nothing share
of saddle-sore pleasure.

I let your unrighteous lips
savor my own
with shameless animation
letting your fingers
incinerate me entirely
as your name escapes
my tongue-
entangled in a moan.

your embrace propels me
again to the
bottomless hell.

please, let me sink deeper-
tasting Purgatory-
feeling Heaven.

© Joyelle Osburn  

I toured the world in search of deepest cavern,
Into its dark core I yearn to build a castle,
To let my hesitation live the life of his own.
Too much under him I have served
From the infant dawn to the tootless dust, 
I have served him enough, haven't I.?
What opulent reward awaits me
For being his only loyal servant?
Procrastination? yeah! procrastination,
A reward of his good for nothing.

#Don't hesitate to do what you belive in.

© Yedar Yedar  

l taste salt on my lips and it causes thirst,
and my head is about to burst,
and I’m good for nothing,
and it still hurts 
though nobody ever left negative blurbs

and I’ll go so far 
as to say even positive were

I erase it all and draw smoke in my lungs, 
and lickety-split I rush and run,
being bruised by stir ding,
which is no fun
and I wish I was a peg too high for sound

and I’ll go so far
as to become a deaf one


18.04. 2010

© Machineiq Machineiq  

Being proud of yourself isn’t enough,
When your loved ones don’t think so.
Thinking you’re tough and strong,
Yet you can’t handle the pain you know.

Every time life starts getting rough,
You bury yourself deep and low.
I try to do things right each time,
But feel handcuffed by winds that blow.

It’s freezing out here, and I’ve nowhere to go,
The cold wind steals the warmth I hold.
And once it’s over, I’m back again—
Good for nothing, with nothing to show.

© NIKITA SINGH  

Good Advice for Good-For-Nothing Naysayers

To suffer the insults of fools is a worthless thing.
     Dismiss, and disregard, unthinking, tactless fellows,
who've nothing else to do (like court jesters of a king)
     than peevishly chide, rail, protest in foolish bellows!

'Tis better to give praise, tribute, and to confer fame.
     Or, when laurels are scarce, offer instead your support:
sweet words incline the heart, indictments just inflame;
     for good-for-nothings just blitz you as a first resort.

© Ngoc Nguyen