"eeyore" poems
Eeyore the Dr. Ignorant,
Winnie the Pooh, ambulant,
On a walk in the woods,
Are they up to no good?
Winnie does say,
In his happiest way,
"Buzz, Buzz, buzz,
I wonder where the birdies was?
Whoops, in my eye, birdie's blip!
I guess that's what you call a gift! "
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
I wonder where I was all those years ago
Not a twinkle in a soldier’s eye
Nor the girl who took the guides
To them I became a surprise.
I lay down on grasses green
With Pooh and Eeyore
In Hundred Acre Wood
Hope Eeyore has his balloon.
In my mother’s bookcase
Is where I would be born
In the names of wildflowers
And the songs of the birds.
My father’s walks in London Town
Hyde Park Corner, The Serpentine,
Visits to family in Chester Road.
This is where I would learn to know.
All those years ago I never knew
Who I might be coming to
But never was there a single regret
The couple that loved me were the best.
Love Mary ***
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
My chin digs a ditch stretchin' miles behind me
My tucked tail has fallen off and lost sight of me
Occupying limbo in the company of ennui
A trait from Eeyores' arced personality
No hospitality
Low fruit hanging heavy
Rots gradually
A middle finger at the ready,
Presented indefinitely,
Squarely into the faceless face of longevity
As it inevitably gets the best of me
And I seemingly seem to be ignoring the complexity
Like it doesn't apply to me
Oh the irony
©2024
Aug 7, 2024
Aug 7, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
After our 3rd 16-hour shift we skipped down the gravel road in the 4 am dusk holding still numb hands
hysterically laughing about a snowman made of ****** fish ice and decorated with intestines
to our room of splintered walls and sand infused beds.
Drunk on sleep deprivation and the movement of the conveyor belts
Fiona demanded of the 4 am twilight that our work be easier tomorrow
I told her that tomorrow could always be the hardest
she told me that I’m Eeyore because my contemplation always looks a bit like pessimism.
A week later I stuck my finger in the pus filled lesion of a salmon
and worried that I wasn’t existing well enough
I asked Fiona if she thought we were more ourselves dressed in layers of sleep deprivation
She cut 3 tails and stated that we must experience more life when we’re awake for 18 hours a day.
This place had forced the clean carefully constructed versions of ourselves to collapse
but she didn’t want this coarse damp translation of humanity to be what we intrinsically are.
Water and pink slime slid down my rain gear as I processed her words and the fillets sliding by
60 salmon later she spoke again
“You said once that every person you meet has some sort of impact on your life.
Maybe you’re always you but never the you that you were before this moment
because who we are is infinitely changing
we won’t always be grime.”
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
Christmas gatherings--
spending holidays with friends
inseparable
Winnie the Pooh has
gathered thistles for Eeyore--
delightful surprise
Eeyore pondered then
decided on braving bees--
honey for Pooh bear
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Maybe today I can smile even
Under the grey sky
Lit only by a weak sun
Take time to read not to run
Inhale the spring air
Plan a pain free day! plait my hair
Lounge without lethargy
Excite my day by not falling or bawling!
Soak in a bath filled with rose oil
Chop and cook for a meal
Love without the twin of hate
Endevour to finish Ayn Rand
Relay all my feelings in this one day
Only be happy!
Sit without numbness, or nuisance
Instill positive thinking, leave Eeyore behind
Say thank you to the day that made me feel human.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
This is for my secret fan the one out there that has
Read everything I ever wrote that sits never liking but I
Know she is there, smiling and wishing she could to show me
But she is there no matter what
I know life has been an uphill battle for you, but God reserves
These for his greatest believers I know you’ve had tremendous
Heartbreak but it will get better though it’s not now it will happen
You are going to find that perfect someone who banishes Eeyore from
The list of personalities. That person is going to make you the a Queen
But not the Queen Of Fixing Hearts but still a queen, He’s going to make
You happier than ever possible, who’s going to love you no matter what flaws
You think you may have
Until you find him, pull on the strengh of your friends, God and my poems. Take a deep breathe
Day in and day out put on your biggest smile and show the world you are the Bear I know you are,
Because you will find that person one day and he will make you a
Queen
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
Dear stranger,
How did you see straight through the lies I told? How did such average eyes witness the pain clouding my words and actions? You didn't see me as everyone else, but you accepted me like I was one of them.
How?
Do you know how much gratitude I offer to you for not treating me like a fragile piece of glass, yet not recklessly throwing me around like a hot potato? Do you even realize how deeply this affects me, weeks later?
I wish I understood you better, I wish we could've talked longer than we were given the chance. You remind me of someone, yet you don't at the same time.
I want people to see me like I see you, but it isn't like that. They see me as Eeyore, when I really just want to be a Tigger.
But you're more than a Tigger. Your a Tigger and a Winnie the Pooh bear mixed with a hit of Roo. I admire you for that, and wish I could see you more often than not, just to feel like I'm accepted.
Sincerely,
The girl you hugged that night, when you couldn't even remember her name
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
I'm a little ball of sadness
That gets happied up by you ray of light
You're a never-ending bubble of coot
That loves me and always finds my tail
I love my stick house you made
I'll pay you back in
Hunny pots and love
From my big fat heart
From the tips of my gloomy toes
To the tops of your little black rain cloud
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Deep in the hundred acre woods
Where Christopher Robin plays
You’ll find the enchanted neighborhood of Christopher's childhood days
A donkey named Eeyore is his friend
And kanga and little Roo
There’s Rabbit and Piglet
And there’s Owl
But most of all
When we’re human and we’re gonna be
I’m gonna blow my horn
(doodle-dee-loo)
I’m gonna live the high life
I’m gonna do my best to
Kiss the girl
Sha lalalalala
My oh my
Looks like the boy’s too shy
Ain’t gonna kiss the
Girl worth fighting for
My girl will think I have no faults
That I’m a major find
How bout a girl who’s got a brain
And always speaks her mind?
My manly ways and turn of
Phrase are sure to thrill her
He thinks he’s such a
Little black raincloud
Hovering under the hunny tree
I’m only a little black raincloud
Pay no attention to little
You poor unfortunate souls
In pain
In need
This one longing to be thinner
This one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes indeed
Those poor unfortunate
Friends from the other side
The cards, the cards,
The cards will tell
The past, the present, and the future as well
The cards, the cards,
Just take three
Take a little trip into your future with me
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put the our service to the test
Tie your napkin round your neck, chérie
And we’ll provide
The aggravation
That’s ancient history
Been there
Done that
Who you think you’re kiddin
He’s the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
Girl ya can’t conceal it
We know how ya
Will never pass for a perfect bride
Or a perfect daughter
Can it be
I’m not meant to play this part
And at last I see the light
And it’s like a fog’s been lifted
And at last I see the light
And it’s like the sky is
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I’m way up here
It’s crystal clear
I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a great big welcome
Will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
Beauty and the beast
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
Save yourself
Shine a light on me
Don't shed a tear
On top of the hill
There is no wealth
That I leave
Nothing here
An empty will
The dish and the spoon are on the lam
The cow is now jumping Jupiter
As the cat smashes his fiddle in a fit of frustration
While the little dog sobs after being neutered
Satan's pointed horns and hairy hooves are turn-on's for some
While coal miners stick their tongues out at gold miners
Because they will soon produces diamonds
They all laugh with the oil riggers and refiners
I admire Eeyore
He never cries
But stays grounded
And has a great outlook
It's a crawl
On the parkway
An hour drive has turned into a day trip
You've just won a million dollars!
What will you do next?
Buy a new flashy, top self life
So all the Looky Lou's will break their necks
I got shoes to fill
Things to live up to
People to face
Acorns and elder berries
I've got nothing
Can't think of a word
Baptized
Conformed and organized
Made illegal and criminalized
The dollar bill remains idolized
Until we all realize
That everything is all wrong
I chill with rising suns
And setting moons
Hot and heavy winter nights
Calm cool summer afternoons
Colonel Mustard did it in the library with a candle stick
Because the pistol had no bullets
No harm done
No fault but my own
Promises aren't broken
The hope and faith put into them are
But it's all good
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
Hook:
If I told you how I truly feel
Would run or stay real?
You say you want to help me,
But you can’t seem help yourself.
You say you wanna love me,
But don’t seem to love yourself.
Rotten flesh yet we think there’s nothing wrong.
Got the leprosy, yeah I’m literally falling apart.
Crying loudly, so how can I stay strong?
Bridge:
You know what I see?
When I see you?
I see a broken vessel trying to be a castle.
I see a child that was put through growth spurt!
Way too **** fast!
I get your intention,
But what I long for goes beyond affection.
Verse 1:
I need a new heart,
For it has been shattered!
Emptied hollow, bruised and battered!
Couldn’t weather the storm, my pride is tattered.
Feeling nothing! Saying nothing!
For how can I explain this constant feeling?
It’s as if I was not breathing?
It’s as if my mood swings are triggered by invisible beings!
One moment I’m smiling, the next I got a knife gliding across my wrist and I’m bleeding.
Bridge 2:
Fake smiles have no meaning,
Supposed happiness is so misleading!
Would you help me find the meaning?
For my emotions are piling?
And my coping mechanisms are dismantling.
And I’m at the cliff now, yet it feels like I’m already falling.
Hook 2:
So, now that I’ve told you how I truly feel
Have you ran away or stayed real?
You say you want to help me,
But you can’t seem help yourself.
You say you wanna love me,
But don’t seem to love yourself.
Rotten flesh yet we think there’s nothing wrong.
Got the leprosy, yeah I’m literally falling apart.
Crying loudly, so how can I stay strong?
Verse 2:
I say I’m fine, but that's a lie.
I’m just trying to be polite.
For my burdens may just darken up your light.
So I’m sorry but this pain can no longer be confined.
But don’t you cry, don’t you worry, for my mind right now is being dreary.
With clouds forming around me.
Like eeyore, so to help me, can you love me like Winnie the Pooh loves his honey?
I’m not necessarily looking for sympathy.
My tank is just so empty. That needs endorphins to once again be happy.
But until then I put on my...
Bridge 2:
Fake smiles that have no meaning,
Supposed happiness can be so misleading!
Would you help me find the meaning?
For my emotions are piling?
And my coping mechanisms are dismantling.
And I’m at the cliff now, yet it feels like I’m already falling.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
My darling has gone.
But I'm left with the sweet scent you've left behind,
To remind me of the time infinitely lived in togetherness.
All I can fathom is you by my side to drift away into the dream world.
And leaving my slumber to come find your bright eyed smile in the morn.
And now embrace and fade away from the world.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
I'm Eeyore. A dark cloud's
hanging over me, raining wine and
poetry. I won't leave the house. The sun
doesn't rouse me. I can't even leave
my bedroom. I'm so drowsy. Every day
is the same, lousy. Pulling the blankets
over my head, sinking in as a hibernating
bear. I'd like this year to disappear. It's a task
to brush my teeth, wash my face,
and join the human race. Men tell me to snap
out of it. Look at the bright side of things!
Count your blessings! But I'm a slug. And this
world is a treadmill looping around
and moving the ground under my feet. Colorful
collage of mixed messages scrambled together
that I can't encode. Slipping through my hands
like a muddy toad.
Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 6:26 AM UTC
It's soooo attractive when you ***** and complain
You talk so much but never make a change
Same old **** on a different day
I think that Eeyore might be your name
How bout you just stand up and fight
This isn't about what's wrong or right
You gotta ****** hand delt, maybe so
But you won't get gains till you tell yourself to grow
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
*
I am an Eeyore
Trying to be a Tigger
But I usually wind up with
Something along the lines of
"Oh...Bother"
🍯
*
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
**Sometimes I feel I'm going nowhere
I'm moving but I just can't find the way
Surrounded by a million faces
They all say they're my best friends
Take another drink to hide the sorrow
But the morning came and nothing's changed
The concrete skies are rushing by me
And this road is getting old**
*I light a smoke up but not
to get high. My head is filled
up with thoughts of why. The
skies look the same and the
people around are becoming
lame. Sometimes i feel that i
might go insane. I go to the
bar and get another drink.
Whiskey i think is good for
washing these feelings away.
Especially on these lonely
Saturdays*
**I heard the radio play your favorite song
Made me think of all the things we used to do
There's so much we used to talk about
And now to endure the pain I must scream and shout**
*I wonder if i do will you
hear me like the neighbors
do ? The skies are turning
sad and blue. And that's
like the way i feel from the
inside too. I touched my chest
yesterday and felt the cracks
that you left on this heart of
mine. You bled me dry and
left me alone thinking of
suicide with tears on the
bathroom's porcelain floor.
These eyes cried for several
nights. You left me living in
misery and walked out with
not a single goodbye. It's
time to move on. Time to
move to the light. I might
find someone better than
you who's sweet like Winnie
the pooh , Eeyore and Piglet
too. Someone that'll love me
and kiss my scars. Someone
who won't leave me with thoughts
of wanting to die. Forgetting
you seems like the only cure
and right thing to do*
**But the most important thing is to keep moving on
through. Because as the sun rises this morning it
seems like the best thing to do**
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
Upon reflecting with misty eyes
childhood days of yore
the mantle of anticipatory
excitement mantle I wore
upon advent of December
twenty fifth not quite threescore
years ago knew nothing
about being dirt poor
yours truly doggedly felt sense
of belonging among k9 korp
versus moody blues hangdog
look resembling Eeyore.
Now fast forward envisioning
gray bewhiskered scraggly
muttering old Unitarian
that would be yours truly courtesy
hyperbole as would be obvious
upon quick visual scan,
who dabbles writing
at least one poem within
twenty four hour
time frame i.e. quotidian
basis, eh not
so much an outdoorsman
these days and definitely not,
nor ever trumpeted
taps as militiaman
within the ranks of Kublai Khan
emperor of China, and
grandson of Genghis Khan
I remain holed up within
one bedroom apartment
unit b44 as iceman,
no, not by choice,
but series of unfortunate events
primarily faulty heater
at the mercy of fate,
a mere dice toss gameplan
always associated as separate
among establishmentarian
forever dreamily fancying
married to countrywoman,
combination platter academician.
Lo and behold days
mein kampf slipped and slid away
leaving faded memories
precious young lad oft times
felt alienated (think) castaway
yet simultaneously unable to flyaway
loosing self from mother's apron strings,
while slipping grip signals foray
into abyss conjured courtesy
thru information superhighway.
Reflection upon tempus fugit
incredulous kick **** lightspeed
precocious age sentimental reverie storybook
happy go lucky idyllic past indeed,
then bound by ignorance,
hence blissfulness no longer doth proceed.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Eeyore's Cloudy Day
Back to the days of Christopher Robin
Back to the days of Pooh.
You know a cloudy day can
Make us all feel sad and blue
Great friendship stories
Together through and through
Are the stories you find in
The adventures of Pooh
I have always loved
Pooh and the rest
But Eeyore is truly the
One I love the best
I don't know if this is
The actual story line
But it will work for this
Little poem of mine
Oh bother Eeyore said to
Piglet as a rain cloud appeared above
I feel so sad and lonely
And without love
I may as well just stand here
In the rain for nobody cares
Anyway
And just then piglet said I
Care Eeyore as he pulled out
His Umbrella to share
On Eeyore's cloudy day
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 02/21/17
All rights reserved
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:29 PM UTC
mass slaughter
of innocent kids aye abhor,
an undeniable chance, some and/or all
those slain Valentine' Day 2018,
would be alive borne out
in living color before
killing spree resulted in unwonted deaths,
when deputy Scot Peterson
abdicated his chief chore
and did not intervene (perhaps...
playing positive pivotal role)that fateful day,
but walked up to a closed door
then rode a golf cart February fourteenth
(appearing dumbfounded as Eeyore)
when seventeen people killed
(lying dead on the floor)
inside the Parkland, Fla. school
seeds bracketed speculation galore,
sans officer at Marjory
Stoneman Douglas High School did ignore
Shooting not "FAKE" baffles
and begs question, why bemused
mentioned deputy did not
strong arm gunman Nikolas Cruz,
Who unloaded his AR-15
inside the school settling revengeful dues
as said killer explained,
which no skew logic can excuse
as the latter indiscriminately
brandished barrel that fired
bullets at random youths
(unwitting targets) lighting a fuse
of explosive rage, and
(leaving no iota of doubt) lose
zing no chance against death penalty,
as surveillance video released into news
media Thursday (July 15th),
truth one cannot refuse
to see, where young baby faced assassin
blithely pumped bullets
dooming lives, whose shoes
unable to outrun as classmates got felled by ones and twos.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
Sometimes I can really bring it
Other times
Tapped
And then
I try to write a poem about that
All the wack and wonderful
To be drawn about
And here I sit
Tapped out
Inspiration hardly ever comes
When it’s begged for
So I sit here
Feeling like Eeyore
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
I know were apart now Daddy - but don't
be blue,
Not a day goes by, that I don't
think of you,
When you miss me daddy you can
always call;
Or look at the picture - this one of us
all;
Like I do in bed, when I say
goodnight,
Tucked in snug cuddling Eeyore
tight,
I will see you soon - it won't be too
long,
Keep smiling Daddy: we have to stay
strong,
A virtual kiss, I'm sending your
way,
The next school holidays: till I come
stay,
Miles don’t separate us - don’t you
see?
In each others heart: we will forever
be,
Although time apart might seem like a
lot,
I think it shows us: of what we have
got,
Yes how much I love you - Oh yes I
do,
Your the best Daddy - Just know that
this is true.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC