Short Shitty Poems
Short Shitty Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Shitty by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Shitty by length and keyword.
Constipation is an extremely shitty word
I don't usually use it, I usually use turd
Must keep it sophisticated
Some might be listening
To this conversation besides the P-Soup herd
Traffic on a Saturday morning in the big city
Insanity describes it well or really quite shitty
There's mucho angst
Everyone's a crank
Each morning we need to take a loosen up pill
Constipation is an extremely shitty word
I don't usually use it, I usually use turd
Must keep it sophisticated
Some might be listening
To this conversation besides the Humorick herd
At times I disgust myself but please show no pity
I'm totally in charge of my clever little ditties
It's only for a laugh
At times I may gaff
It's then I hate myself and I feel all shitty
The Seeing Mind
He had been to Antarctica
As a tourist
How was it, I asked
Expecting him going on
About the majesty
Of the place
He hesitated and said:
It was full of ice, snow
And shitty penguins
Feels like limericks are coming out of my ears
Or sometimes think they're coming outta me rear
But those ones are shitty
Not for transmitty
So I'll try not to post 'em but can't promise my dears
Believe it or not, this word's in the dictionary
“discomfort from eating too much” nice imagery
“Crapulence” sounds shitty
Not really very pretty
A daily routine so we don't become big and billowy
Two wheel bikes are inevitable in our cities
An increase in the number of cars sure ain't pretty
Only a few years hence
Much change will make sense
Cities of the future must avoid a lifestyle shitty
Twenty-two is a shitty
Thing. No age left to look forward
To, the slow decline steepens
As your brakes quickly go out.
Oh. How could I
Forget?
My Insurance
Goes up at
Twenty-five.
I
Cannot
Wait.
Life feels like a mess
Can't relieve my stress
Negative thoughts feel my mind
Feel shitty most of the time
Feel so alone
Like no one's home
I think i'm losin my mind
Need someone to listen
My mind's over fillin
Just can't do this on my own
Unsure of how to help myself
If you know can you please help?
Form:
Why does it have?
To hurt so bad
When we all know
That in the end
We’re nothing but sad
Falling in love
You think you’d be happy
Like nothing else matters
We become all sappy
It starts out amazing
When it feels so real
But all that we’ve been handed
Is just such a shitty deal
Play your cards right
And you will see
Nothing will ever
Turn out right
No more feeling torn apart,
No more useless Shitty art,
And no more aching in my heart.
You and me,
We have a thing.
It lifts me up and makes me sing.
My heart was broken,
Now together,
Hoping this will last forever.
No more crying empty tears
That have built up from the past.
Bad, old memories should never last.
Empty promisses are gone too,
And I now know that I can pull through.
A life lived in Missouri....
Time ticks and I start to feel more and more guilty...
As we know I was dealt a shitty hand of cards......
Your still number 1 in my heart.....
Says to be my bestest friend......
Your were no longer there at the end...
Forgiving is all we can do....
Moving on is the beginning of something new.....
I have no shame against you.....
But for now will be distance....
Down here, I wallow in the slime
but whine about it, all the time
This pit of muck and dirt I dig,
to root about in, like a pig
Filled with angst and fear and doubt
so deep that I cannot climb out
I make it stink with rank self pity
the kind that comes from thinking shitty
When you look down, from up on high
you'll know me by my weepy eyes
But pass on by, don't shed a tear
for I really kind of like it here
Bury me in pity.
I constantly feel so shitty.
My fingers point to higher
ground.
I try to speak, without a sound.
Grunting and growling.
I'm drowning.
The voices of my aching faces.
It's tiring, inspiring.
Just how long I endure.
My faces, they're jaded.
My soul, has faded.
It's goodbye, I'm sure.
Dig up my brittle bones.
The deeper, the stones.
I start to turn to dust.
This coffin,
I lay in,
is rust.
no i don't make sense
i'm most always tense
and my heart has dents
but why should that stop us?
my theories are juvenile
my thoughts are in a pile
and my worries go on for a while
but you won't notice.
i don't have much
i can screw up everything i touch
and my morals sometimes wind up in a bunch
but i won't stop being in love with you.
no i'm not pretty
my days are most always shitty
and i have too much pity
but my soul is open to you.
I don't want your help, damn sure as hell don't need your pity.
The caliber of person you are can only be described as shitty.
Your very presence around me makes me crazy I'm ready to commit me.
Constantly feeling on edge. If I didn't love living I'd rather jump off a ledge.
Your voice is so torturous to hear, gives me a migraine headache and blood out my ear.
I dislike a lot of people, and I hate only few.
But I must honestly say, that I really hate you.