I never thought it a crime
to write a poem without rime.
Far worse in my eyes
I would have thought
is to plagiarize –
unless it’s getting caught
and serving time.
Witch Is Worse
Ha-Ha. Just Kidding.
Which is Worse?
Tired Of Winning
Or
Tired Of Losing?
You Might Be Surprised.
But, Some People Aren't
So, Don't Be Too:
Dis-Appointed.
-Gray Squirrel
04-08-2025
It has become much worse
Since you were gone: it seems
Your country has been cursed
And sentenced to its dreams
The empire of evil
Is more alive than ever
Again in full retrieval
And always like forever
The opposition split
Exposing one another
They show a lot of wit
In fighting with each other
Like hundred years unturned
This opposition circus
Gets their lesson learned
A lesson of no purpose
Revengers set the rules
All of their dreams come true
A doctrine of the fools
Makes old agenda new
It looks like they had sought
More wisely, and achieved
Exactly what you’ve never got
As if you never lived
So one more bitter lesson
Can’t make much sense, I know
One speaks, and silence listens
Just leave the fee, and go.
As another second ticks off the clock,
who knows what’s coming around the block.
Will today continue to be okay?
Or is something shocking coming our way?
Brace yourself, in case it's a shock. Tick tock.
They have a perfect little person
They protect them
Watch them grow
The memories are made
There live's are so perfect in every way
One day they get the news
That their perfect person
Is no longer with them
How
Why
Nothing matters anymore
Their world has changed
Their hearts are forever broken
Their lives will never be the same
No matter how old their perfect person Is
The pain is the same for every parent
Because their lives are nothing but a nightmare
They have to try and live a life
That is no longer perfect
A life that is forever missing someone
A special someone
Because that person is their child
A child that was taken way to soon
This is a nightmare that no parent
Ever wants to be stuck in
A nightmare that last for a life time
They will always love you
The only thing is that they are a parent
Who is living in
A parents worse nightmare
One that will never end
Which one is worse
A parent not being able
To feed her kids because
They can’t afford to put
Food on the table
OR
A state who chooses to
Turn down food allowances
That can help feed hundreds of
Hungry children, isn’t that
Also considered child abuse
So, which is worse
Nothing ever stays the same
And yet, in ways diverse,
Instead of real improvement,
It seems things are getting worse.
Perhaps if I were younger,
Optimistic thoughts would reign
And I wouldn’t find so much
About which I can’t help complain.
I will not list my worries
Or the reasons I feel stressed,
So, although the future’s waiting,
I think I’ll be unimpressed.
Haven't it been enough when you asked even though I stepped aside?
You can head your face towards me I don't care.
My ears got blunt.
My poor ears got ignorant.
No, no I hear you but I can't listen.
My eyes are the peak of my headaches.
You still just stand there awating for something.
When I don't you await someone to pass it by to you.
To pass *mine* by to you.
Going to exercise aerobic
Walk on treadmill everyday
Reduce foods too caloric
Get in shape in everyway
Work on personality increase to dynamic
And do a little everyday
Keep mouth closed not fanatic
Gain friends~influence people always
Let my tongue's speech be sweet not caustic
Bite my tongue when want unkindness to say
Let love and kindness become chronic
Elastic tongue keep strapped down come what may
Looked up 7 syllables words that rhyme on the internet and then tried to write a poem using them.
When you are around
my blood is thick
the room is dense
the house is big
I can feel my face
I cannot breathe
cuz worse than being alone
is not being loved by whom you live with.
Jessica
Babies beheaded?
Babies killed,
By phosphorous bombs?
For will love hold the hand of fear
Look into eyes bereft of now
And see
The essence of love’s ashen fire
Aglow amid its ruins
Daddy warned us about the Texas twisters
They mow down mountains
Or toss them into another galaxy
Over three hundred miles an hour he said
Because he is from Texas and that is how they talk there
Tornadoes are worse in Texas than anywhere else, guessed my husband.
Yes, and so are the meteorites that drop out of the sky in Texas.
Some are the size of a football stadium; that is how we got the last two
And the spiders there are larger than toasters, my husband guessed.
Spiders here pick up our houses and carry them off on their backs.
My Daddy is super proud of talking like this.
Like a true Texan.
Who claims an IQ doctorial?
Melania’s spouse who's scansorial
This second act ape
Will all of us rape
As the new D.T.—Dick Tatorial
She reposed in the greenest shadows, her ankles fat
Flexing her well-trained muscles like an enormous cat
We felt ourselves being watched but did not know
It was spring elf woman, until her eyes began to grow
A tiger! A puma! A lion! We were guessing like mad.
If it had been one of them we would have been rather glad.
Spring elf woman has a reputation of being incredibly mean.
So far things were okay, because she has remained quite unseen.
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