Short Worsens Poems
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It's high time we, humans, learn the valuable lessons,
of taking care of our Earth, before the situation worsens!!
You must hang in there
No matter what happens
Through the rough times
Situations worsens
Before they get better
Just hang in there
Bad times do not last
It's so nice to meet a really nice person
In this day and age of negative versions
If you think it out
What life's all about
Coffee will be necesary before it worsens
Time creates wounds
Time exposes old wounds
Time worsens wounds
Time can become a wound
Time reshapes wounds
Time lessens wounds
Time transforms wounds
Time can mend a wound
I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
We’re taking a trip.
I’m nervous, but packed.
Anxiety worsens
With age; that’s a fact.
Yet off we will go;
We’ll give it a shot
And might have the time
Of our lives, or might not.
At least it’s a change
From our daily routine,
With a visit to places
That we’ve never seen.
We’ve worried and planned
But, like reading this poem,
In a flash, it will seem,
We’ll be flying back home.
You will only wonder why I could never see to believe
To say good bye
Approving all of what I believe is wrong
But just watching
For if said something it worsens
So then wait
Deprived of what is yours
And not knowing what to hold in hand with gratitude
And what is needed to let go with an open hand
Somewhat special but never taken for granite
In the walk for the slow race to win it all back exactly the way it was given
Form:
As winter weather worsens so the stranger worries for his plight
Taking hot drinks to him daily, knitted hat to wear at night
One cold dark morn before the dawn the man he sadly died
The frost and cold had taken its toll and when the stranger heard he cried
Stanza taken from my poem 'The Kindness of a Stranger' written 7th June 2020
Contest Name Rithimus Divisa 8
Sponsor Gregory R Barden
6th October 2020
N/A
we are worn glass;
lungs shorn to a staple
of grammatical haste
that worsens when
inhaled by smoke.
He tells me:
believe in ghosts,
and always let
pride supersede you.
but I don't have much
faith to those
that only tell me
that time is ticking
right underneath rib bones
and cigarettes.
There's no lines
to read between,
and I lied when I said
it was fine, and okay.
He says:
you're a cheater.
And I simply say,
tell me you weren't asking for it.
The light in the void is spinning!
The sounds in the air are crushing!
The breathing is fast, in the lungs air's hitting!
The slits in the eyes are not seeing!
The drilling is deep, thunder's exploding!
The movement felt is disorienting!
The pain in my head is never ending!
Migraine's got a hold and it's staying!
Can't sleep, can't talk, can't eat, can't see, can't walk!
Concentrate on pain...it worsens!
When will this end.....PLEASE!!!!
Begs this person!
With aging comes a malady
Which worsens bit by bit.
At first it's just annoying
And can find you in a snit.
It isn't physical and won't
Affect your smarts or wit,
But rather it attacks your brain
And causes thoughts to flit.
You think of something you must do
But then you must admit
The plan you just had in your mind
Has somehow seemed to split.
If this description sounds to you
Like something that might fit,
You're suffering from CRS -
That's Can't Remember.....Spit!