Short Unsupervised Poems
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The bosses are not here today.
Do I have to work for my pay?
Ceiling tiles need counting.
They are in Florida for 'business.'
I've a week to clean up this mess.
We work hard, partying.
Categories:
unsupervised, funny, on work and working, work, work,
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Reluctant to be a child
Unsupervised in the wild
Never dreamed of trafficking
All the screams inside happening
Wide eyed and busy tail
All points bulletin for sale
Youth is lost sold to a John
Simple teen years now gone
Categories:
unsupervised, abuse, america, angst, betrayal, black african american,
Form:
Acrostic
It's best not to leave this old fellow unsupervised
Not responsible for his actions, could be extremely unwise
No telling where it might lead
Check the sofa, might've peed
This old fart can no longer be helped it's really fruitless to try
Categories:
unsupervised, age,
Form:
Limerick
Many years ago,
girls wore girdles.
The tight uncomfortable things,
they held one in tight.
One summer's night,
I snuck my girlfriend out.
We were off on a double date,
a night of fun and laughs.
Her date found her girdle,
the unsupervised stop sign.
Categories:
unsupervised, boy, girlfriend, humor, night, teenage, uplifting, youth,
Form:
Free verse
far away in the kitchen
the sound can be heard
of my fairies coming out to play
they clatter the plates in the pantry
and splash under the leaky faucet
ecstatic to be unsupervised once more
hiding away in the bedroom
I lay
my problems tucked in next to me,
they keep me awake.
my sadness sits in my krowka.
Categories:
unsupervised, fairy, loneliness, sad,
Form:
Free verse
The traffic, always busy,
Seemingly streams smoothly
Slithering through unsupervised
Synaptic stop signs,
Thoughts colliding with ideas
Arriving at synchronistic solutions
Within the cranial carnival side show
High fiving the flirtatious filaments
Of belief’s flickering flames
The carnage of conscience
Waiting for the light to change.
Categories:
unsupervised, imagination, muse,
Form:
Free verse
AN ORGANIC CHILDHHOD (1940'S STYLE)
School was out,
vacation touched our gate,
long days,bedtimes late;
time,routine we relegate
Bird nesting,climbing trees,
building dens,adults unseen,
picnics and make-believe;
imagination-filtered dreams
Unsupervised,wandering free,
adventures sans boundary,
no cares,no chores;
natural boyhood to the core
Categories:
unsupervised, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
It was quarter after nine
When I clocked in on that stop sign
What an insignificant design
Yet it provoked desire
Watching everything realign
Only one thing crossed my mind
Whilst everything roared tow that line
Two opposing thoughts intertwined
Once a beautiful sign
Now an unsupervised lifeline
Once a benign incline
Now a constant race against time
Categories:
unsupervised, write, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
School was out,
vacation touched our gate,
long days,bedtimes late;
time,routinee we relegate
Bird nesting,climbing trees,
building dens,adults unseen,
picnics and make-believe;
imagination-filled dreams
Unsupervised,wandering free,
adventures sans boundary,
no cares,no chores;
natural boyhood to the core
23/4/11 inspired by red'n'ritten's series of childhood
reminiscences
Categories:
unsupervised, childhood, nostalgia
Form:
Quatrain
When siren screams become silent
to ears for which a heart has stopped;
billions of beats - a billion thoughts,
are not stilled, they survive
in pauses that stare, and dreams
that start awake
and in journals where scribbles trace
where those thoughts rhyme and wander.
There's a sign ahead, at trail's end,
yet no one's there to wake us,
to say - don't go, but,
we've already moved beyond...
Categories:
unsupervised, death, life,
Form:
Free verse
The lure of the inky depths
of the dark web...
too much temptation
for innocents out for a good time
Were they foolhardy
or simply naïve
sadly for them
unsupervised
there was no stop sign
I guess they couldn’t resist
the attraction of illicit drugs
posted through their door
by an unsuspecting mail man
Grieving parents
still mourn the loss
of two beloved sons
Their final resting place
an ice cold mortuary slab
Categories:
unsupervised, death, drug,
Form:
Free verse
school was out
vacation touched our gate
long days
bedtimes late
time
routines
we relegate
bird nesting
climbing trees
building dens adultless
scenes
picnics and make-believe
imagination-filled
dreams
unsupervised
wandering free
adventures
sans boundary
no cares no chore
natural boyhood
...to the core
Categories:
unsupervised, childhood,
Form:
Bio
When no one looks, just do what's right
Like an unsupervised stop sign
Don't just do right when you're in sight
For, honesty is so divine
Put your soul on your own pedal
Put your body on your own wheel
Ride on to claim your own medal
Brace your mind in covers of steel
Ride with the flow of licit song
Sway with the flare of red and green
Blow your horn like a honking gong
Watch what goes on on your front screen
Categories:
unsupervised, inspirational, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme