Short My Bad Poems

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Lord Have Mercy On Me

lord  am on my knees
to you lord i pleas
forgive me for my bad deeds
you lord i need
please set my soul free
LORD HAVE MERCY ON
ME


Haiku Wednesday Evening

i am happy
                                     my bad days are coming soon 
                                           to weed out peacocks
Form: Haiku

Where Would I Be

your everything
that love brings
you pick up
from my bad stuff
you or more than lust
you are every thing to me
without you too
WHERE WOULD I BE

Premium Member the neighbor's think

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          ha ha ha ha
        ha ha ha 
              ha ha hahhhh

     my bad
            ha hahhh
   
       huh
           neighbors

Premium Member Says Me

says me “I see!” you know we go way back my sack you fled my bed not sad my bad!
written January 17, 2022
Form: Footle


When Truth Hurts

Like looking in  a mirror,
and being shown not fresh youth
but ragged age, lost dreams---
but good for the soul it is
I'm sure...mea culpa,
my bad

Canine Revenge

Some dog taught me this,
your head sinks and your butt floats.
It’s called cat paddling!


For “Primal Instinct” contest.    And the dog says’ “Oops, My Bad!”
Form: Haiku

My Bad English

My English is a bit
What rhymes with tit
And my spelling is awful 
But my grammar is worse
And my punctuation stinks
So at very best 
My Poetry is
Awful tit bit's that stink

Premium Member sum'y'all

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   am I alone here
      did they say
      that there'z
         at least
two babez fer every
           dude

            oh
         my bad
           calm down bruh

Thank You

I just want to thank tyou guys for the comments. I appreciate u the viewers also, n my bad for not dropping my thoughts, u all know how life is......be good or be good at it........Peace 2 u all
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Premium Member Higher Power

20
I don’t even wanna talk
About drugs anymore
Got offered brown today
And I turned him down
Told him I don’t do that
Anymore and eyes wide
He said ok my bad
Sobriety and God
My Higher Power
Keep me safe
© Cs Parker  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Kitty Mouse Footle

pretty
kitty

planning
scanning

demise
of mice

mouse dance
no chance

sharp eye
quick die

head roll
cat’s goal

head-less
dead-less

disgust
clean muss

cat mad
my bad
lunch gone
cat spawn
Form: Footle

Premium Member Brother Knows His Bro

Grandpa will be playing that old guitar after he is dead
This is said with a bit of delight, by my bad Uncle Ted.
If he did not have those strings, he would not know what to do.
This is said by a man who knows his dad as only sons do.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Bad

bad decisions in the name of friendship
naïve but well intentioned
lessons learnt the hard way



AP: Honorable Mention 2022

Submitted on September 3, 2021for KIMO FORM OLD OR NEW contest sponsored by CONSTANCE LAFRANCE  -  RANKED 1ST
Form: Kimo

Premium Member A Cereal Killer

Just stepped on a mini wheat, now I'm known as a cereal killer Ate some fruit loops, now I'm a star in a fruity loopy thriller Devoured some cheerios Now have a happy ego Coco Puffs make me loco, puff up and stick up my bad finger!
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Please Release Me

Oh  God give me release

Please release me
Forgive me from my bad choices
Speck to me in soft heavenly voices;
Mercies grant me with thine powers
Rain down on me your showers
Oh, Lord it's you that I trust
Rain on me soft spoken words of forgiveness
Form: Rhyme

A Cow Now Bow

My horse
of course

do play
with hay

but now
my cow

has moved
and proved

that change
is strange.

My horse
of course

can't run
for fun

and now
my cow

can grace
a race,

my bad
I'm sad

my cow
now bow:

She swayed
I paid.
Form: Footle

Premium Member Terrified of Moon Man

We were terrified of his creepy scary way.
His skinny back has a bristly sway.
Some kids are afraid of bats that are gray.
I now feel scared in new unique way.
Moon man slides forward in evil sashay.
When we see him we stop all play. 
Most hideous monster of my bad day.
Form: Monorhyme

Average Day

I'm an average day of life. 
I have my beautiful mornings, 
while also my bad nights. 
Angry, sad, furious or mad. 
But mostly glad. 
I'm an average day of life. 
As days continue and repeat. 
I too have my rhythm and beat. 
As your day passes. 
So do I. 
Just an average day of life.
© Mirsad K.  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

My Bad

i hope you could make up your mind
weather im worth the risk
or maybe youre not that kind
i keep getting lost
but still ive been trying to find
why youre struggling with telling me the truth
god i was so blind
to believe that such a person like you
could be able to bind
im sorry

- kh

People I am not a saint

People 
I am not a saint
Because I have
My bad temper
You say that
I never loose my temper
That is not true
I do loose my temper
I don't want to see  
Me angry
Are you going
Continue to be my friend
Because I can't live
Without Friends
I would be very lonely
And it is very sad to be lonely
© aldo kraas  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Bad Habits

My bad habits seem to jumble
Burp and mumble
My goofy ease
At losing keys

Good luck giving me directions
My projections
Of right and left
Are not so deft

Yet I sort whites and wash pans
Recycle cans
Good habits grew
From loving you.

7/22/21

12 Lines in Rhyme contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Form: Rhyme

Clear Blue Sky

Clear Blue Sky
Clear Blue sky

Written by: Ashley Marie Gilchrist

Oh clear blue sky,
As beautiful as your eyes.
I look up and see your face,
And my bad days leave without a trace.
How the blue sky so very near,
Makes my hopes and dreams clear. 

written by: Ashley Marie Gilchrist
Nov. 26, 2013.

Nighttime Prayers

Every thought appears in my head at nighttime.
There’s no dreaming, only thinking.
Because nighttime is my time
To think about if my soul is sinking.

Nighttime is the only time I have to pray.
I pray for my bad thoughts to go away,
And I pray for my mind to stop racing.
The Lord knows what I’m facing.
Form: Rispetto

Premium Member My Bad

My Bad

They used our Courage
Like a Weapon
Made our Kindness
And Tolerance
VERSUS Fear
Seem Naive.

Our Health and Safety
Were NEVER THEIR
CONCERN!

Oh, well, too late.

I learned that from
Squirrels and Scrub Jays
I fed peanuts to.

Sorry, but you all look
So cute!

-Gray Squirrel

02/18/24

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