#bad poems on Hello Poetry

Pax Mar 2020

A repetitive omen
that we learn to avoid
over time.

Still bad at it, but im Learning though it takes time, patience is all i have.

#failure #time #bad #omen #learn #avoid #process #pax

stephanie burrows Feb 2020

Honestly.
I have grown tired of you
Sitting a bed catching rust
Never stepping outside
But you complain about how
Bad everything is
You like to feel pain
You don't want to be happy
Your stuck in a nightmare that
Won't end I won't say I told you so
Rolling my eyes because nothing
Ever changes with you
The money never lasts the days are gone in a puff of smoke
There's wine bottle every where
So yes I am tired or you.

I wrote this because it's hard to watch someone who doesn't want to change or try to make life better for them self but they are always happy to ***** and complain about how hard everything is

#bad #life #tired

Maja Feb 2020

ordinary

This is a poem, to all those like me
to all those who don’t suffer,
and who is just here to be

I have no big dream
and I don’t want much from life
maybe a good job,
and to die without strife

I will simply just exist,
and be happy and be sad
someone who won’t be remembered
because I’m neither good
nor am I bad

I am not unique,
I am not strong and I’m not weak

I am just here,
for a fleeting second of time
it doesn’t really matter
that I even wrote this rhyme

My purpose here will not vary
I’ve got none,
and that’s because I’m completely ordinary.

I am not special - as I have written in my profile. I will not become someone great, not because I can't, because I don't have the ambition.

#unique #weak #strong #ordinary #happy #sad #remember #good #bad #dream

Cathy Feb 2020

The flip side

Nothing but bad news anyway
What will people die of today?
Buried in rubble after an earthquake?
Thrown from a car driven by a drunk?
Or cut up and thrown in the river
Or lost in the snow storm to shiver
And never find a way home
But die alone
Or be trapped in a city of millions
As a virus multiplies by billions
Infecting
Incubating
Mutating
Killing
Nothing but bad news anyway
And it’s set to get worse they say

Oh won’t you stop dwelling on the misery
And look on the bright side?
That guy was convicted of his crime
Yeah but his daughter died
That baby was found and cared for
Yeah but first he was abandoned
Those kittens were rescued from the ice
But they suffered before they were found
That child was pulled out alive
Yeah but her parents lay buried
The virus is only killing a small percentage
Yeah but we need to be worried
Yeah there are positives
But come on, you can’t hide
From reality, perpetual misery
Is the flip side of the bright side

Sorry I’m a pessimist

#bad #news #positive #negative

nevaeh Feb 2020

Untitled

logically speaking
this is a terrible decision
and it's liable
that we both end up
worse off than before

red flags are dancing
around my head like pixies
and every interaction
leaves me feeling empty
and ready to cry

but i dont whats wrong
or why i want this so bad

but in my heart
i somehow know
it will leave me defeated and worthless

God i hate these feelings and i hate that theyre almost always right

#sad #broken #bad #feelings #love

Clay Face Feb 2020

I Love You. Let’s Leave Our Bodies Behind

Help me here.
Cause I lie inside.
Only see what’s near.
What’s left is hide.

Confused and built up.
Tension and frustration.
Release the cup.
Healing and confusion.

Be me or be me?
Who is I? Who am me?
Distorted and contorted.
Self-gratification.
Invites mutilation.

Mutilation of human.
Mutilation of divine nature.
Of birth given beauty to all.
Self-gratification objectifies others.
It destroys what could be possible.

Confusion and disconnect.
Birthed from elementary curriculum.
Who am me? Who is I?
I is ***. Me is ***. You are ***.

Arises tension and frustration from such confusion and disconnect.

But I am me. And you is you.
And we are people.
Not ***.
But *** they show, they teach, they preach.
Safe ***, taught in 4th grade P.E.

Frustration in no connection.
Tension in confused definition.
*** is love? But it’s not. But they say so.
They’ve said so for so long.

At 15 finally a boy is able to thinks and feel abstractly.

I feel physical love.
But something in my chest makes me need.
It makes me need you.
And I don’t have words for it.

They’ve only made us objects of an equation.

The sum is ***.

So excuse this mutual confusion please.
I’m sure we can figure it out together.

This mysterious feeling in my chest.
Makes me need to wrap myself around you.
As you wrap around me.
Makes me need to pull you into me.
And feel you pull me into you.

So close that we leave our bodies behind.
And only have what really makes us.

You’ve helped me hear.
Cause we lied inside.
Only saw what’s near.
What’s left is pride.

Just platonic. It’s so tonic

#love #*** #gross #sad #bad #mad #confused #help #girl #beautiful

Bhill Feb 2020

Whispers

fixed in our memories is an ever-present somebody
someone that has survived many levels of mind evolution
good or bad, that someone has remained within
in there, in your psyche, just whispering small hints
glimmers of past experiences shared
how and why are those reflections still existing

Brian Hill - 2020 # 46

Memories are with you always...

#memories #memory #whisper #whispers #reflections #good #bad #fixed #someone

n i c k t h e g o b l i n Feb 2020

Undone

There is little reward for saying I told you so
Little feeling in saying I love you
So much hurt in saying I need you
So much longing in saying I want you
But I can't say it
I fear you and your words
Instead of getting closer to you
I start walking away
We got too close too fast
And now I feel lost in a sea so vast
No one could get me even if they asked

I back away from you
There is a hidden message in every move I make
A secret so big that you wouldn't be able to take it
Everything that happens is a warning
Something that you continue to blind yourself from
You pretend that I don't fear you
And I pretend that there's nothing I can do
Everything is a lie between us
Our life together is coming undone

#bad #relationships #fear #broken

Mrs Timetable Feb 2020

Blankety blank blank

Some words
The four lettered kind you know
Seem to be so overused
That their primary meaning
Has lost its use
It doesn’t make sense
To hear a youth
Or on a show
Or at the desk next to you
Over salting it between
Regular words ruined
I know you think your cool
To the rest of the school
But really it’s just sad
That you talk so bad
I can’t understand this language
You claim is human
It’s made up of a few tacky letters
So don’t talk to me anymore Mr. F
Nothing’s getting thru
You are now a word whisker
It even hurts my ...blank

It needs no explanation.

#bad #words #lazy