Short Messiness Poems
Short Messiness Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Messiness by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Messiness by length and keyword.
If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list
My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies
My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist
Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts
For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12
Why am I so wired
Wound up so tight
I think I might explode or crack
At the least little extra added pressure
It’s all way too much drama
Messiness and chaos for my liking
Enough is enough
I just can’t bear it
Don’t pile on any more
Everybody stop just relax
Take a breath
We can’t keep up this pace
Life isn’t supposed to be a race
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2020
Try to remove clutters from house;
Studies say it causes stresses
in mind; one continues to grouse;
In time one suffers from tension.
Clutter creates a messiness;
Studies say it causes stresses
and generates unhealthiness
In time one suffers from tension.
Cunctation is tied to clutter;
Studies say it causes stresses;
Holding items causes clutter;
In time one suffers from tension.
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In her messy jalopy, she made a bit of room for me
had to pick up empties; I counted twenty-three
I said, “You really like cream soda, I see”
She gave me a nod and thumbs up, my friend Vee.
We gave been comrades for a while, have shared history.
She has never been a neatnik like her mom or sister Bree.
Her car looks like it has been well-loved, lived in totally
I adore the unapologetic casual messiness of my friend Vee.
Fueled by
a schizoid frenzy
in an
angers intensity
and
loves acidity
Sparked by
a passions blazing
in an
array of crayons
and
blank faced canvas
Ignited by
a lovers raging
in an
unleashing of scribbling
and
vivid colors releasing
Fired by
a wild appeasing
in an
mind blowing flow
and
caught up in throws
Cooled by
an abstract messiness
in an
anger well spent
and
into the closet
This Scribbled Face Went!
I'm afraid of all of this mess that could possible occur
I'm afraid my heart can't handle what my brain can endure
I'm afraid of needing someone and that they might insure,
My happiness and well being so that loneliness is a blur
I don't know why my reflection is somewhat insecure,
But with you in my mirror I can see more than just allure
We're happy with each other, this I can assure
So let's forget the messiness, I hope that you infer