Tiredly Poems | Examples

The Hummingbird Fantasy King

Mr. Smith sat tiredly, long hours at his desk,
by an old vacation photo, picturesque,
and a stack of papers; another twelve-hour day,
slowly, draining his lonely life away.

He looked at the picture and thought he heard
the voice of a tropical hummingbird
that lived inside that aged picture frame,
and, strangely, called him by his childhood name. 

Could this be a hallucination?
Some out-of-control visualization?
He wondered, "Should I laugh out loud or scream?
I mustn't worry.  It must just be a dream...

Or maybe it's a reverie, not a dream?"
The voice said, "I am His Majesty Supreme,
by needle beak, and by rotary wing,
I am the hummingbird fantasy king.
 
Smith felt his grip was growing flimsy,
when the bird said, "I also deal in whimsy".
"No! bird", you are my imagination!"
he screamed at the bird who forgot his station.

Mr. Smith disappeared, some say lost his mind.
Others say he left the world behind,
and he's living in a tropical dream
with a hummingbird, His Majesty Supreme.

The Grind

Endless hallways stretch ahead
A weary traveler hanging by a thread
Meetings blur from dawn to night
Late dinners then another flight

The city lights are far from home
In empty rooms my thoughts comb
Another deal another grind
Peace and sleep are hard to find

Family’s voice a quick call
Tiredly I saunter through hotel halls
The days are long the nights are brief
From this journey I should seek relief

The world spins on yet I must stay
Until I’m home where I can lay
In quiet arms which welcome me
Letting me find some time to be

Dollar Collar

My optics are fooling me,

Intuition eluding me,

Life is confusing me.

I step inside to see,

Whats off with my energy,

As this feeling pulls at me.

Facing everyday tiredly,

Fighting to get ahead,

Hurrying to be dead.

As Money drowns all i did,

Keeping me in this pit,

Fighting my Spirit.

I've had enough of it,

I don't even like it,

It's only creating conflict.

No one else sees it,

Feeding all of us in the pit,

Stepping over others just to get it.

Leaving those behind in need,

Filling Pockets full of greed,

Just to prove you succeed.

A system to make you bleed,

To earn something to feed,

A family that needs you to thrive.

Its foundation will falter,

And they'll poison your water,

To keep you on your Dollar Collar.

The Mentoring of Tumors

Lately, I've cut away hectares of tumors
that engulfed confidence, happiness
self-worth and wellbeing.
With surgery a bit of the good stuff was sacrificed:
A few shallow laughs, some adventure and mostly harmless mischief.

The mirror is filled with scars of the heart
excoriations of spirit
along with other yet to be discovered damage.
Though somewhat deformed, I like my new look.
I feel tiredly- refreshed.

The scalpels are dull and quiet for now

There's much more work to be done
as some of the newly homeless tumors 
are mentoring new ones.

I'm no fool and fully aware that I'm also a tumor to others.

A Stormy Winter Night

White snow squalls shift to frigid icy sleet and rain
Coated tree limbs dance and sway, crackling in the wind
Sleet pellets pummel metal rooftops like a steel drum
Desolate roads glisten like mirrors under streetlights
Night winds loudly howl and angrily sing away
As Mother Nature’s roaring nightly chorus
Tall pines tiredly surrender and fiercely fall in booms 
Early morning sun calms as amber rays peak out
Slowly warming silver frosted trees and roads 
Birds chirp and perch at frozen feeders pecking at seed
As tree branches awaken and emerge toward the sun

12/25/22
Contest: Winter Storm Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

Farewell Kiss

His
Twinkling 
Kiss hisses
How he will miss
princesses when homeward tiredly he plods.

We see his sweetest farewell kiss; so I'll,
Letting them kiss
As they wish,
Gently
Pass.

Picture 2

Syllable Count: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 - 10, 4, 3, 2, 1 http://www.howmanysyllables.com

*3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Oct. 1, 2020)

Sept. 21, 2020
Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest 
Contest Sponsor: Eve Roper

Accounting

trying to 
sleep counting 
the proverbial fence
leaping endless rainbow

of sheep 
passing time
tiredly trying to 
induce slumber but

notice
as each
ovine leaps
the next has less

wool then
the one before
so forgetting about
REM now i need see

for sure
how nakedly
shorn if there is
a last one will be

Nobel Lionized Matriarchy

Freely forming metrical mainstays
poetic occasion to phrase
the fairer and gentler sex,
thus the following turns of phrase
to bestow acknowledgement

regarding wonderful wise ways
of collective she who assays
to create safe/secure home/ hearth
as bedrock and fount of ample
maternal duties tiredly sashays

with keeping house receiving praise
the second Sunday each May, her
tired body sprawled on chaise
lounge, perhaps basking in solar rays
communing with Gaia, who whiz 
bruiting with sky goddess

defying forecasters prediction, no slate grays
pose dampening effect on huzzahs
regaling torchbearer diploid as amaze
zing newlife, where loving labor pays
more than fine spun gold cherishing
offspring in her nurturing ways.

Paean dutiful daily deference, I dole
ensconced with pineapple getup
surfing the cyber sea, this hyperbowl
lee, yet deserved dignity deifying dames,
who bear brunt whole
ding potent biological reproductive role

de facto duty honorably decreed
tribute paid despite commercialized
money making hyped up rigamarole,
nonetheless yours truly accentuates sole
sans, progenitor of human race
saddled with disproportionate/ unfair toll.

Not Ashamed

Trials
each day
test my faith.
When will it end?
Tiredly, I inquired.
All these things shall give thee
experience, my daughter.
Tribulation worketh patience; 
patience, experience and then hope.
Hope in the Lord never makes me ashamed.

Chasing Sleepless

Tiredly here I heave
My weary tortoise head 
Over the pillow
Ready again, 
Not sleepy....
I am
delicate air, 
catalyst for
Alchemy 
At the turn of clocks
I wonder, 
Breath calls
And 
I respond to 
light of 
Lucid iconography 
Were I to dream, 
To dream 
Of making water flow 
At the edge of desert days
Content
at 
Peace of mind

Our Cat

The first day we saw you, tiredly
So thin and full of woe
You sit there with curiosity
We said ''you are, our kitty''
Serenity, Serenity...O' how we love ye'
When we brought you home
You fell asleep on our comfy chair
Then you roamed, pranced, and danced
We watched and rewarded you treat after treat
Serenity, Serenity...O' how we love ye'
Electrifying, absorbing, in fresh innocent way
Night sashayed, when you were prancing 
Fly, frolic, hop, jump 'til end of hour
Cat mind wandering, without delay
Serenity, Serenity...O' how we love ye'
O' love is filled with affection
Our heart wells up with cheer
Love for you is everlasting
Heart melts for you, our loving friend
Serenity, Serenity...O' how we love ye'

Wr2

It was a miserable existence,
     that of a battered wife
It was a never ending cycle
     of a hurt-filled violent life

She always walked on eggshells,
     avoided direct eye contact
Did nothing that would get him balled-fist riled up
She always spoke in a timid voice,
     deferred on every household decision
Never did complain when the sex was too rough

Ofttimes it wasn't even her
     that would get his pot boiling
Get him steamed and hopping mad
It could be the telly news,
the neighbor's cat
Or the photo of his mum and dad

It was a daily chore,
     washing away the pain
that was mixed in with the bloodstains

It was a daily chore,
     rinsing away the tears
that was mixed in with the whiskey and beers

And each night before turning out the light,
     she has to take her daily dose of verbal abuse
Then tiredly arise with swollen, sullen eyes  — 
     rehearse to neighbors another recycled excuse

And for a few hours she gets to enjoy
     a quiet space that is blissfully sweet
Escape in daydreams before she faces
     the daily grind of wash, rinse, repeat

Beasts of Burden

*Beasts of burden*

Then I couldn't grapple the hand
that held onto what I hinged upon
Never 'ld, instead I reached for its head
Mortal-minded, neither soldier nor lord
or rather, faux,feeble, too torn

Long I stood, living in graced faith
Nature denied me a knife or dagger
But a soldiering destiny waited for death
at hefty times when all didnt query, yet,
these souls ran Godly errands afar

In the morning we equally laid tiredly 
Thought I was gone too long to return-
nooks 'n crannies, moonlit-sanity.
Me, death with feud on a bale of hay
discreetly left on a tomb for liason
Strongly gave out , solely a sacrifice 
We passed!, Feute'de'mieux, to die
looked down as far as I could, just ice
under the haystack, I failed to age.
Death entertains beyond prying eyes

  *(LANCELOT)*

Beasts of Burden

*Beasts of burden*

Then I couldn't grapple the hand
that held onto what I hinged upon
Never 'ld, instead I reached for its head
Mortal-minded, neither soldier nor lord
or rather, faux,feeble, too torn

Long I stood, living in graced faith
Nature denied me a knife or dagger
But a soldiering destiny waited for death
at hefty times when all didnt query, yet,
these souls ran Godly errands afar

In the morning we equally laid tiredly 
Thought I was gone too long to return-
nooks 'n crannies, moonlit-sanity.
Me, death with feud on a bale of hay
discreetly left on a tomb for liason
Strongly gave out , solely a sacrifice 
We passed!, Feute'de'mieux, to die
looked down as far as I could, just ice
under the haystack, I failed to age.
Death entertains beyond prying eyes

  *(LANCELOT)*

Today My Wife Is Having Company

Today, my wife is having company
First, there are some tasks which she needs from me:
to sweep the drive and to trim back the tree, 
to check trash cans in the house are empty, 
vacuum the carpet,  restock the pantry, 
mop tile floors and scour grout on my knees, 
dust under tables and backs of TVs
wash windows in rooms where no one will be, 
and clean nooks even a mouse wouldn't see. 
Soon,  guests arrive prompt at quarter past three. 
"So glad you could come, " I say tiredly,
"I'll be asleep if you're looking for me."


8/25/2016

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