Short Worsen Poems

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Premium Member Worsen State Now Later Gets Better-

Most times you have to be in a worsen state before you can be better~

12/19/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Form: Monoku


Kindness Reaches Out Ink

kindness reaches out to a lone person
sitting on a wooden park bench crying
hand provides a useful tissue drying
tears and sobs lessen and do not worsen
Form: Verse

Premium Member A Positive Version

Always been a positive person No matter if the challenges worsen Nothing can beat me On the winning team Sorry for bragging but I'm a positive version
Form: Limerick

Premium Member A Positive Person

Always been a positive type person No matter if the challenge really does worsen Nothing can beat me On the winning team Sorry for bragging but I'm a real special version
Form: Limerick

Dark Minds

As time passes, the world's condition 
continues to worsen because 
of the wicked acts done by 
many people on earth. 
Full of stubbornness 
and foolishness, 
All they think 
are vain 
things.
Form: Nonet


Premium Member Slavic Folk Song

Don't eat the bear 
and the bear won't eat you
Don't stomp on flowers
Don't spit on the dew
If you are a bad person
your life will worsen
But if you are good  
then there's no need for cursin' 
Yoi yoi la la la la yoi yoi la.
Form: Lyric

My Life

Flowers bloom and grow,
I feel I had not though,
I am a new person,
but my personality has worsen.

From being bullied to kindness,
my life is full of surprises,
take the path of bravery,
take the other path and feel like a single blueberry.
Form: Rhyme

Even If

Even if you loose all your wealth 
Start having issues that will jeopardize your health
Even  if every time You sleep You’re an inch closer to death 
Even if You become blind and deaf
Obstacles of life can worsen 
I promise you’ll always be my person

Premium Member Messy Hair

Just because I've got messy hair doesn't make me a bad person Imagine if I ran around reciting Skakespeare t'would surely be worsen The general public isn't ready Would make most unsteady Kiddies would cry, old people would turn to perversion
fun
Form: Limerick

Turn For the Worst.

I Push Myself Everyday To Be A Better Person,
But Everyday My Life Seems To Worsen,
My Life Keeps On Slipping,
My Heart Keeps On Ripping,
My Heart Is So Weak,
I've Been Through So Much In My Life,
Its So Hard To Go On,
I Live With A Fake Smile Which Is Wrong.
Form: Rhyme

Break

When will this end?
In an hour, a day, how much time will it take?
How long will it take for this broken spirit to mend?
Why do I fake?
Why do I pretend?
Won't it only worsen the ache?
Because in the end,
There is no escape.
No means for me to defend
Now all there is left is to break...
Form: Rhyme

An Unfair World

The loneliness in my heart is what Jeopardizes my life and puts me in a deep depression I'm 
unsure will ever end but only worsen as the freezing dark days continue to pass with wondering 
eyes who don't care enough to discover the truth yet are so quick to make assumptions of an 
unknown life
Form:

Earn Dont Take

He is a mechanic
Repairing failed brakes
to help or to worsen
I know not

for many have fallen victims
in his act of mechanikism
the failed brake he repairs
but to second mission it

He wants it second missioned
but the result he reasons not
for life he thinks laughed
The car now bloody
Form: Sonnet

Do Not

Don't be enslaved by what you can concur
Don't worsen what you can make better
Don't my friend,misuse your power

Don't cry when you should laugh
Don't groan and moan when you still have the next morn
Don't you live a life  of regrets

Don't be subtle to fate
Give her a race
Remember you have a choice-let that be your voice
Form: Couplet

When Charity Fails

When I Try to provide charity
Never seems accomplish anything
Why even bother trying
I should just do things to benefit me

I wish I could help others
If ever try
Nothing good ever happens
So if I'm not helping
Why should I even bother?

I'm not a bad person 
the more I attempt help
It fails and my desires 
to contribute worsen

Chill of the Night Is Over

C-hill of the night is over, 
H-aving vanished into the blue; 
E-arly Wednesday March fifteenth, new dawn is in view.

C-hill of the night is over, 
A-fter the cold misty Tuesday; 
D-ark, dusk, and twilight
A-re all fading away.
N-either rain nor rugged wind will worsen the weather; 
O-pen your heart to warm light, chill of the night is over.
Form: Acrostic

Hateful Hearts

Yin /and\ Yang
Ancient measured wisdom
Light /and\ Dark

Two opposing forces
Reinforcing 
Each other's existence

You cannot know dark
If you do not know light
Now,
My view may be twisted
"Seek and ye shall find"
And now,
I dont want your opinion
Of me
To worsen
But by that logic
Surley 
Without hate in my heart
Im only half a person
Form: ABC

Premium Member Had My Fill

Sad indeed the tears we shed in hollow marshland 
streams,
bad vibes worsen childhood fears, they shatter midnight dreams,
mad at tactless ghostly jeers and oddball moonlight beams, 
had my fill of twilight years when chasing eye blind schemes,
fad disowned by trendy peers who look quite miffed it seems, 
glad I’m one with bright careers and happy prospect teams
Form: Rhyme

The World In Masquerade Game

In the world

There is not barbed wire fencing of romance,
not sterility of bull story,
not indigestible speech of life

There the independence is as the multiform mind
where changing comes daily
but, as the worsen jaundiced body

There despotic reign
writes by left hand
the forehead of grave
in a little period of masquerade game


- Tuesday, July 16, 2019 Chattogram

Different

What if everything was different ?
Would you try again ?
If different is incorporated, does this mean it will feel better ?
Would it not worsen ?
How do you get out of your comfort zone while it is the only place giving you comfort 
Will it heal my soul ? 
What about my scars ,
The pain that I carry within me 
Will it all go away
Just because it will be different this time ?

Black Hole

I couldn't breathe,
All I could feel was pain,
All I could see was the pitch black sorrow that surrounded me,

I close my eyes,
I begin to fall,
The strong agony I feel as the pain,
Tears me apart slowly,

I keep hitting the ground,
But every time I open my eyes I'm still falling,

My surroundings worsen,
My insides are now dead,
But I remain alive....
Falling in this endless hole,

The Irony

It is often during nights like these that my heart aches with an upsetting realisation that seemed to worsen the void. 

During times like these that I wished I could shed tears a little freely . 

It is during moments like these I curl like a caterpillar stuck inside a golden trap ... Waiting for the moment when a wandering eye catches sight of the dreadful beauty ...

Of a life lost in an amber .
© A. Zylixis  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member When I Let One Loose In the Elevator

When I let one loose in the elevator,
I preferred to be on an escalator
It seemed to worsen every floor
With no escape, just a tightly closed door!

People turned around, looking at me
When one pushed the emergency button to flee
Somehow, we came to a sudden halt
And I knew it was time to admit my fault!

8/2/21

Entry for When I let one loose in the elevator contest.  Sponsor: Charles Messina
Form: Rhyme

Beliefs

Beliefs

Hysteria through the town
Because of one person
The people are down
And feelings have come to worsen
The people come to take
The joy of one
Because they make
It out, it’s been said and done
That they are wrong
To enjoy their practices
To resist the song
To not join their malpractices
So they were burned at the stake
For what these people thought was a mistake

Written on January 21, 2020
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Prayer Warriors

Prayer Warriors (Our Church Prayer Chain) Miracle Man 9/9/2024 We oft get prayer requests, seeking prayer for a person Asking to pray, faith believing, for God’s will to be done. Do we sometimes only pray, for those known to us in person. Thus allowing some other’s, circumstance to worsen. But I sometimes wonder, just how many do pray. How often do we allow, good intentions to go astray.
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

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