Short In The Dumps Poems
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A girl who had just met the Trumps
Was feeling quite down in the dumps
A POTUS grope
Ended all hope
She'd ever get over the humps
Poor Peter is feeling so glum.
He can't go and play with his chums.
A bad case of the mumps
has him down in the dumps.
"Stay in bed!" - strict orders from Mum!
I was once pristine
Then my owner gave me work ~
I’m down in the dumps!
Covered in faeces
Just used to shovel horse poop
It’s such a crap job!
I had heard of down in the dumps
But down in the dogs?
Her jowls matched her rumps
Her face was a log
She’s an old lady
Leave her be someone said
But she was loony tunes too
Hilarious inside her head
Jack Ellison's my poetry soup hero
He makes me laugh wherever I go
When I'm down in the dumps
And my chuckle needs pumps
I run to Jack, "Start the Show"
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Jack I don't love you anymore but I don't love you any less!
10/30/15
I am downhearted, discouraged, dejected, downcast.
Ms. Positive said “You need to look up, for positives and fast.”
I am disheartened, dismayed, down in the dumps she replied.
Determined to be miserable, hopeless, sad, an expert who cried.
Down in the dumps
I hate to be
That's not where
Jesus wants me
But I know He understands
Why I am not always happy
I know it's time
When I feel uptight
To have a little talk with Him
Then things will be alright
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 13 hours ago
I know I haven't been honest with you
I know I haven't treated you right
Just blame it on me
Love has never existed
There is no such thing as love anymore
Just blame it on me
when you feel like you're down in the dumps
And lonely, like noone is around
Just blame it on me
Form:
Chintu was a choker, and in the dumps
He wore a ruff and played a game of humps
But a small fry in skill and bluff
He found the game was very tough
He ruffled with his ruff and turned up trumps
Splash of boredom,
Of solitude and lack of freedom.
Bringing in anger and fury like that,
Of a lion on a bat,
Roaring in a trapped cage,
Ever will pass this age,
Down as we lie in the dumps.
New interests still arise,
Oft playing cat and mice,
When will this end?
06.04.2020
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Nuemann
I'm feeling fragile today
when asked why
I don't know what to say
I just feel off
and a bit weepy
and down in the dumps
and everything seems creepy
friends are being akward
because they don't understand
I just want to jump into bed
not caring how I land
and stay there until
this feeling goes away
or I get my fill
of hiding from today
Down in the dumps
Except when fixated on
Pen and paper to produce a
Rhyming (or not) mental diversion
Essential to the
Soul's seasoning that
Simply lifts
Into the ether the dark mood
Out into the light of
Nature's muse of hope.
Assignment for Constance on how
poetry can heal depression
I had never seen such a marvelous pot.
It made me happy, and this is saying a lot.
I had been in the dumps in this doggy palace.
But here is this beauty including dear Alice.
The rabbit is there, and the Cheshire Cat.
I am starting at this teapot, it is totally phat!
I have to have it, so I fork out my money.
I will never tell how much I spent though, Honey.
Time
Gone quicker than a drop of a dime
Crime
To turn its juices sour like a lime
Go purely bitter
Then life's always in the dumps
There's gratitude
In a positive attitude
Dissillusion
In a flawed vision
Life ain't always wonderful and cheery
Nor dreadful & dreary
Combine the two
Aware of the clue
When these ends meet
It's not truly bittersweet.
Rather
Realistically Optimistic
Form:
Thank you my fellow supers (soupers)
for inviting me to write more
for appreciating and loving what i do best
when I was previously on the floor
I do not know the lot of you
but I feel like I know you well
for we, we share the same language
that makes a weak heart swell
swell with courage to write it out
when all the world seems not to care
when I was down in the dumps one day
the supers caught me in midair
A chance not taken
I waited too long
All hopes are forsaken
Now you are gone
You said I didn't
Show you enough
How much I liked you
Now you called my bluff
Spinning in circles
Questioning fate
One word too much
Now it's too late
On top of the world
I thought you were mine
Now down in the dumps
No, I'm not fine
A chance not taken
It's all my fault
Can we awaken
A love from the vault?
Does life happen to you? Or do you happen to life?
Do you dwell on the bad? or marinate in the strife?
You can focus on the negative, but that's so primitive
So what I want to give is something so limitless
There are harsh realities, but some we just make up
Mixed up in a cup, shake up and drink up
Give this a think up when your down in the dumps
It's how we survive through all of life's little hiccups
My aunt is like a broken, depressed, sorry doll
She looks under rocks to find mean men so small
Sad tears are what we see all of the day and night
She focuses on negatives, not ideas warm or light.
She once had a bright upbeat attitude and great smile.
But she has been down in the dumps for quite a while.
This latest man is a professional at putting her down.
She looks like a broken doll, a sad sorry puppet, his worried clown.
Down in the dumps
Ducks drop in dams
Design the due in daily dots
Documentary life dreamt as a slept dog.
Do or die
Doesn't go down
Deplete or defunct
Dim fights betrayal in doo-wop
Dancing daily in dams
Daily bread, daily living.
Right as rain
Remembering the rainfall drops
Real green relaxes under the rules
The rule of evidenced remedies
The ribs remember the rigs
Ro-setta stone coins
Real life repeats.
13, April. 2018
What do you do when the world doesn’t make sense?
What do you do when you have no common sense?
How can you laugh when humor is foreign to you?
How can you be optimistic when your life has
be down in the dumps constantly?
How can you embrace love when all you’ve encountered
was hate?
Answer ( mines alone)
Seek to learn new things.And always believe things will
get better no matter how dark the day.
7-22-18
Alexis Y.
Many poets I have noticed are sad and down in the dumps.
I hate seeing my friends like this
I know some things are going on
But there is nothing we can do to change it now.
I was told the smile fairy was on her way.
Spreading smiles all over the place
Did anyone get their smile today?
Or the note that said.
Put this smile upon your face,
It will bring you love and happiness.
Brightening your day and washing the pain away.
The clockwork gears inside my mind keep turning,
And my stomach seems to be churning,
With all these thoughts of you,
I honestly don’t know what to do.
I’m down in the dumps,
And I feel so stuck,
Here in the middle again.
I guess I wish I were dead.
I know that’s not the answer,
But I don’t think I can handle myself,
Here on my own in this sea of crowded lives.
My eyes wanna cry,
But I just wanna sleep,
And dream of nothing but you.
Flour, baking powder, sugar, salt
must be integrated smoothly, to a fault
if what is baked will turn out good
keeping it all in proportion, as one should
"Sifting sad shadows from the past"
to aerate lighter memories that will last
helps break down the bigger lumps
of those times feeling down in the dumps
Having a memory a bit more like a sieve
may not be such a bad way to live
introspection shakes up, softens time
laughing later-- adds a hint of lime
MY DOLL - A POEM
Waiting behind the closed doors
My dearest smiles at me
My tired soul lights up again
I hold my doll with glee
‘Dolls’ for kids’, teases this world
My Doll cries or laughs with me
With it, can I ever get old
Mind filled with guilt as
I keep My Doll homebound
My Doll never complains or cribs
For me, my Doll is always around
Friends or kin come and go
Down in the dumps, I find solace
in my Doll, makes me forget my woes
Anywhere I appear I make myself known;
I can’t be obscure, and that is obvious:
I have an incredible innate as all humanity;
I have weakness too,
That at times set me to be down in the dumps.
If that hidden weakness is really a shame,
Then right at shame, we all fall short to perfection.
That is what it is,
Digging out meaning out of everything,
That takes my attention:
I’m so good at commanding alphabets,
But not better at numbers.
Eh! That is a place I own, that is who I am.