What The Hell Poems - Poems about What The Hell

What The Hell Are You Doing Here?

He looked at me, eyes dull and cold, 
“What the hell are you doing here?”
And just like that-my heart caved in,
Shattered by the words I feared.

I had come with love in trembling hands,
A daughter needing something small-
Just a soft goodbye, a crack of light,
But he built another wall.

I stood there stunned, not sure to speak,
Not

War, Evil Beast, Just What the Hell Is It Good For

War, Evil Beast, Just What The Hell Is It Good For

War the Evil Beast what the Hell is it good for
A calamity brings death and great destruction.
Nation against nation, death and misery scores
Onto mankind all its deep savagery it pours.
A darkened force that wipes away precious life
Destroys our happiness, kills the innocent kids.
Ghastly the power

What the Hell Just Happened

Live every day to the fullest
Each one is a treasure that cannot be recaptured
Life has a beginning, a middle, and an end
No second chance to experience things for the very first time
Make the most of every day
Breathe in deeply the breath of life
Remember the joys of discovering new things as a child
Your heart throbbing first

Well What the Hell

As one door closes
And another is flung 
Open wide
Bad moons in my room again
Who will decide
As we float out
On a sea of chance
Disdain
Remains 
Unclaimed 
Just another circumstance 

In my crystal ball
I see a story as yet untold
The truth belies
Her beauty there
Perfume lingers in the air
Or so that story goes

People come in 
And leave out 
And

China, What the Hell

First there was Tiananmen Square,
where tanks flattened people who dared
stand up for their natural rights
against the Socialistic blight.
And then you hit the Falun Gong,
proclaimed that there beliefs were wrong,
force seems your favorite way to quell,
so we say China, what the hell?

Then you go and truly disturb,
harvest organs from prisoners,
there’s evil and there’s Satanic,
how can you

Oh What the Hell

I really don't feel like writing
The day was hot, and I don't feel well
And I can't think of a thing to say
But, Oh what the hell

I shouldn't bother, I should relax 
Don't even have a story to tell
I should go in and take a shower
But, Oh what the hell

So there, I wrote it and it

One Night At Skipper Dan's Lunchtable

she stood in the window and sung
this to the world
"I am a walrus
the fish in the sea
I am a walrus
ruh1, ruh !
you see
I am a walrus
the crabs and fish I eat
I am a walrus
the clams are so sweet !
ruh! ruh!
your ships and there nets
MMy tender fishes
eat'em all you can bet !
I am a walrus
the ice

What the Hell Are They Thinking

The grand, half-ruined Parthenon,
once a sublime, Doric grace,
Even now, in broken, stone blocks,
always takes my breath away.
The rich, classical detail,
fluted columns without plinths,
to imagine what it once was,
the mind can’t even begin…

That towering Coliseum,
the great masterpiece of Rome,
even half gone it’s staggering,
to be so tall, but made in stone.
Go down to the domed Pantheon,
still so

What the Hell Just Happened

Live every day to the fullest
Each one is a treasure that cannot be recaptured
Life has a beginning, a middle, and an end
No second chance to experience things for the very first time
Make the most of every day
Breathe in deeply the breath of life
Remember the joys of discovering new things as a child
Your heart throbbing first

Hollywood, What the Hell

You ranted, raved, and lectured us,
for years on the silver screen.
You called us filthy, redneck scum,
claimed our ideas were obscene.
All the while you were raping
naïve, young girls in your hotel,
and yet you dare to lecture us?
Hollywood, what the hell?

You went after a major church,
for doing things they ought not.
You patted yourselves on the back
for exposing

What the Hell

As I sit tonight, of all nights
I think, what the hell!?
As I smoke and drink and smoke and
drink,
I think what the hell,
I cant finish,
I cant start
and I cant love
without dying over and over
Gameover.
I am bad at the game of love,
a poker match with high stacks
the girl is the pot
and I bet all in
I fold.

Get out

Love Love Love, What Is Love, Love Love Love, What the Hell Does It Mean,

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

What the hell does it mean!

love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,
love love,

What the hell does it mean!

Two loves together make one lover life,
and one and one kiss, take two kisses,
it makes one love and one love into one love,
It is confusing,
and it tears your heart with envy,
it

What the Hell Just Happened

Live every day to the fullest

Each one is a treasure that cannot be recaptured

Life has a beginning, a middle, and an end

No second chance to experience things for the very first time

Make the most of every day

Breathe in deeply the breath of life

Remember the joys of discovering new things as a child

Your heart throbbing first

What the Hell It Doesn'T Matter

What the Hell it doesn't matter

it's not like your being battered.

Your heart beats faster, your nerves on edge,

what the Hell is it doing to your head?

Your eyes deceive, you cannot believe,

if you should jump for joy, or if your chest should sink, your stomach churn.

The Beeb do not toy with the likes of us!

We've won!

Then They Give Us Form As If One Three Thousanth of Us Know What the Hell That Is

Velvet fell from the SKY ON a Boston day by the bay
Cotton caressed thy lips gentility so that you might sigh
While you tried to convince me you and I could beg to fly 
Suddenly uncertainty and fearfulness drew night but I never knew why

Other people opined they were warm yet I was cold
I longed to

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