Tired Poems - Poems about Tired

it's exhausting being so adorable ~ a rest well deserved AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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I think I’m sinking not in waves just slowly fading through my days. No cries for help, no open wounds just silence sitting in my head. I smile enough to not alarm I laugh enough to hide the harm. But underneath, it’s getting hard to carry pieces cracked and scarred. I wake, I go to work, I wear my face the one that fits...

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Tired War,Release the Monkeys They tried to nail my boot to the floor No nail puller My influence won the day I was the monkey man Earn the right I want to ask Just for a little more time Growing life growing tree just to lose it Can't you see Life got to be better Once I lit that cigarette Ocean of tomorrows...

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Set me free to love again— You’re holding me much too tight. And if you won’t turn me loose, I think I’ll lose my mind. Because you don’t really love me, But you hold me anyway. You refuse to set me free— Just something that you own. I’ll try again later. Some other day, perhaps. Right now I’m much too tired, And don’t feel all that...

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Whew ~ I'm all tuckered out from doing my day-to-day spellcasting business, conjuring this and conjuring that, bewitching this and bewitching that, I hate to say it but I'm not the young enchantress I used to be. It's time for a break and have some brew ~ what I need next is to summon my charming warlock to make me feel those long...

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A day so fine, no ills on my mind, then it's late and angst lays me down those rude intrusive thoughts those bruising, bad night thoughts They come at night, enter my head, when out the light and prone in bed. Lay me down with my brain's views and intrusive soon fiddles my pillow. Nighty, my sane fights madness that night...

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I am tired. Usually in a “life has sapped itself out” But that isn’t what this is about. I. Am. Tired. Of my stupid styrofoam smile Squeaking under pressure all the while. I am tired. Of being walkedranmoppedraked overthroughon. And of being treated as dumb spawn or clueless pawn. I am calm, patient, quiet, KIND....

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Why we stopped explaining racism to you Because even if it Slapped you in the face You'd still claim it doesn't exist So why would we spend our existence Pandering to your ignorance I mean we have better things to do like ending racism The same racism you claim doesn't exist Even though you've had the privilege Of never experiencing it Ain't that ironic Telling...

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Rest was a luxury black people weren't granted Something we wanted But couldn't afford it Our survival was more important Constantly looking over our shoulder Wondering whilst we're walking If this is our last moment Internally we ask Are we going to be murdered ? This for us is a daily burden Being tired is a privilege we don't get We can feel tired But we are...

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It’s too tiring. Waking up, and the dust is making me blink. Dust made of older dust. I have lots of time to clean, but I choose to drive instead. I have dreams of showering. If I lived at home, I would have a shower now. But I live in a car, and the car is...

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Let's put a smile on this tired face, which has long forgotten what it means to be alive and serene, It won't be the first, nor the last, just another borrowed mask in a world that worships illusions, This world feeds on your sorrow, like vultures circling above a wounded heart, And when you dare to smile, even...

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Used to gad about town as such in my day but don't get around much anymore conked out zonked out (perchance to dream) I prefer to remain housebound indoors yes it's an age-old refrain my dogs are barking and my best guess they may really be completely up the wrong tree entirely but my best bet yet feeling my years (the weight of the world) I'm...

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When you see the dusty horizon sets Wonder and awe inspired sets The spectrum of visual sights The soft glow of moonlight Setting with tired sun...

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One day the lion will walk through the door and grab my tired and old arm, My wrinkled arm, the one with which I threw the dice in the game of my life, And I will scream in the bedroom, understanding nothing of the force with which it presses me, It will be far too strong, and people...

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The years linger on taking its toll. You’ve been through it all looking back you behold. All the things you’ve seen. The many crazy dreams. Now you wind down as your life begins to slow. Seeing faces that are unfamiliar these people you don’t know. Daydreaming you stare outside. You wonder over your life and how it has passed you by. All the...

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