Short You Made Your Bed Poems

I made your bed today, the sheets still smell like you      I don't dare wash them...

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She has made your bed
Satin word sheets and pillows
Will you now lie down?

Eileen Manassian Ghali...

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we made our bed  rock
it was none stop
on christmas   it was passion 
shop
you say no mabe
we made a 
CHRISTMAS BABY...

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The scammer blind so it cant see,
has made its bed for eternity,
fated guts upon the heap,
of uncertainty....

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Et tu, Stormy? 
Have you too
  made the bed 
  in which you lie?


~ Triggered by Tom Cunningham's 
   recent clerihew (03/29/2019 ?)
   about Stormy Daniels and DJT...

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She 
    Stayed
He
    Left
She
      Wept
He
    Slept

She 
     Made her bed
     
She waited
He wondered
She left, she ran,
embraced her life
He stayed, fell to his knees, he made his bed...

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Marie Antoinette - Queen of France
Toyed with promiscuity and Frenchmen's pants.
Lying to Louis; Marie "made her bed."
She was tried for treason and lost her head.


For: Catie Lindsey
You, who...Yo, Clerihew contest...

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For you, I will play this tune,
So you too can fall asleep soon.

For you, I made a bed out of this blanket,
So that you may rest upon its soft fabric.

For you, I will hum along as well,
So you can be lulled into a deep slumber....

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leave me to dance with the dead
for that is where i belong
i've given up and made my bed
you knew i would all along
expecting me to continue to fight
stop, think and take this in
this cold skeleton dressed in white
contains no soul within...

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Made my bed 
Now I must 
Lay in it 
Messed up the 
Sheets of time 
Far to many times 
that I have lost count 
Pulled of the blanket 
Of illusion from the
Bed of lies that I 
Once slept so soundly in
Now I can't find that 
Comfortable spot 
That once felt so inviting...

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A bucket hung from my old shed

And there a robin made his bed,

I watched him carry mud and straw

And twigs he picked up from the floor,

He only stopped to peck some seed

He was a busy bird indeed,

And when he'd done he sang out loud

Perched on his bucket, looking proud....

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I got what I deserve
a third rate circumstance
of my own making.

Over the decades
I've downgraded a few times
tossed the good ones aside
and swallowed the rotten.
Now I dream in burlap.
and wear jester boots.

It's too late, I've made my bed 
to late to upgrade
the pitch is to steep.
That's why 
karma 
snarls
at
me....

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Thoughts of you influence my soul like dry gin
the day which felt long
is gradually pulling its blue jean
yet your absence has made our bed
an unwanted virgin
separating comfort and peace with a wide margin
this is another weary night slowly aging
for me to be pushing for your presence once again
the moon and stars will not stop urging....

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another red mark on this tender wrist
for every chance that I've missed
for all the times I've betrayed
for all the mistakes I have made

I've made my bed
so I'll lie in it
i'll wallow in sorrow
I hope you will remit

take me back, i need you now
take me back, someday somehow
take me back, say you'll stay
take me back, blow me away...

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I stare at the back of your head
Because I know that's where
The ghost of you made a bed.

My lungs feel blessed
Because they're no longer compressed
And my soul's been possesed
By a specter so pure
I'm convinced it's the cure

To all my sleepless nights
And all my tiny fights

Maybe a trip down your mind
Might heal mine

M.K

October, 2015....

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The bed I wet when I was eight, 
on my Scooby Doo custom sheets? 
The waterbed I came to hate, 
when the patches failed beneath my feet? 

 
Maybe the one in my college dorm, 
where I grew a foot as a sophomore? 
This one now, you seem to say; 
with you, for you, I need to stay. 


September 18, 2021
Contest: Motto Matters
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg...

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And what if there was gold beyond the stream?
What if every time you called out there was a canyon in front of you?
What if rain brought tears?
And what if suddenly everything changed?
What if you never made your bed and left?
What if you always made it?
What if we are the bed making the bed?
What if all comments were gentle?
And what about you and me?
What do we do now?...

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DREAMING HOME…

In cosmic dreams,
I’ve waded the Nile
In golden Nubian sunsets;

Felt the warm breath
Of Sahara breeze
Kiss my cheeks;

Made my bed in tall savanna grass
And cooled my soul
In rain forest dew;

I’ve crouched beneath Gold Coast palms:
A palm wine drunkard…
Arms flung wide;

My soul
Has soared 
Atop Uhuru Peak:

Yes, 
I too,
Dream of Africa....

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Say what you may
This wound has consumed all
It shan't heal no matter what you try
For another you fell
For better or worse
I vanish
But know you've made your bed
And now you must live with it
For I shall not be fooled again
By your sirens song
Bewitching me again and again
I was under your spell all along
But my eyes are clear
And my heart full of rage
And now I disappear
As I leave this cage...

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it's a Nirvana song, that makes no sense
you're living the lyrics every inch
past blind corners, overgrown hedge
inside the room you made your bed

psychedelic, lights spin fast
the mirror shows the aftermath
lines on table and on your face
it's time to jump from this rat race

I told you once, it'd be like this
you just smiled and blew a kiss
wandering down the rabbit hole
just like Alice, there you go...

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(This is a fictional poem)

You killed and cooked your son's pet bunny.
Now you laugh but it's not funny.
It's wrong to kill a kid's pet.
When you see him cry, it will be something that you'll regret.

Your son loved that rabbit, it was his pride and joy.
I feel sorry for him because he's going to be a sad little boy.
You want me to tell him so that you won't have to see him have a fit.
Hell no! You made your bed, now you can lie in it....

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Stars faded
like boys
I made a joke
he said you get your life
i said where is it
i said i loved a boy
in my past life
like a second skin
he said you made your bed
now lay in it
i said when am i gonna build a wall
around my layers
and protect
my second skin
like a prayer
a shadow
the baby i never had
i said it was a joke
i lied
my second skin
when am i
gonna learn
to build a wall
like a never ending joke
i didnt say
maybe a past life.......

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God will give me patience
to deal with evil things.
He will block it out for me....
I hear the angels sing.

My mind's become polluted
with mean and cruel remarks.
This poem will be my cleansing
from the big dog's lonely barks.

I've fallen far from virtue.
I took that poisoned bite.
At least I regained composure
before the title fight.

No longer will I worry.
I won't reach out my hand.
You made your bed, now lie in it.
I'm sure you understand....

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You Chose your Path
You made your bed
Now go to sleep 
Lay down your head

And Dream those dreams 
The haunt begins
Your Nightmare life
Confess your sins

You toss and turn
I wonder why
Could it be
Your life's a lie

You fool no one
Oh, just you
It's sad to say
But oh, so true 

You scream out loud
And wake in fear
Sweating, trembling
You feel a tear

Why are you crying
The mistakes you've made
Whispering to yourself
What bed have I made...

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A rose every hour,
If I could have given to you,
Then maybe their power,
Would have kept our love true.
But it didn’t happen,
Not a care in the world.
You met someone different,
And gave it a whirl.
You were so happy,
Till things changed.
Now you wish,
You had taken my name.
But that wont happen,
No matter how you cry.
I can never love you again,
Till that day I die.
You made your bed,
And put tears in my eye.
Now you suffer,
I guess it is only right...

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