"irritate" poems
Nosey people annoy me
Pompous people bore me,
Pretentious people irritate me
Whilst drunk people irrigate me.
Opinionated people grate me,
Cheating people forsake me.
Sly people irk me
Lazy people shirk me.
Judgemental people cast me,
Bigoted people blast me.
Most people avoid me!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
There are people that
Irritate me and I have
To beat them senseless
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Value someone who values you not like silver and gold,
Value someone who values you in fact ten times fold.
Value someone who values your smile,
Value someone who in difficult times makes smiling worthwhile.
Value someone who has always been there through the thick and the thin,
Value someone who has held you through late nights and gin.
Value someone who may irritate you till you pull your hair out,
Value someone who would knockout anyone else who tried to in a single bout.
Value someone who catches your every precious tear drop,
Value someone who does everything in and out of the book to make those stop.
Value someone who assures you that not all is lost,
Value someone who inspires you at no cost.
Value someone who protects you from every scratch and rake,
Value someone who spends the worlds time with you putting everything else at stake.
Value someone who holds you when nothing is right,
Value someone who's always there all your worries to fight.
Value someone who stands up for you in every situation,
Value someone who never gives up on you and goes for a vacation.
Value someone who does not care what the world says about you,
Value someone who recognizes the real inner you and believes you are unique in your very own way too.
Value someone with whom you may have the biggest of a fight,
Value someone who still incessantly stands two steps behind you and for you with a smile whether day or night.
Value someone who values you for what you are,
Value someone who continues to value you every minute and every hour, whether you are close or whether you are far...
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:32 AM UTC
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you pout and defer, dancing backwards,
claiming, blue is now blackened
from underuse, incapable and incapacitating revival
*saying eyes cannot see, distinctly, neither near or far,
the tremble of love, forgot & distantly absent,
but I know, a heart’s sensory muscles never die,
though weaken they might, underused, un-exercised
denying that inspiration
no longer resides with in thy sensitivities,
has fled, undercover of smoking forest fires
all the diurnal hazards that invade, occupying
my internal spaces once filled by poems
you conceived, birthed, in a pleasured haze,
came so fast, you bare recall agony accompanied,
but not the ecstasy of the end resultant!*
***you know it’s you of whom I write, but,
a note not shaming names, but messages
countless private messages have I sent
begging, beseeching, give me your gifts***
once more, you owe me not, though I
oft irritate with my deafening pleas,
yet only denials continue, my pleas ding
but dent not, the tired fear of your exposition
so speak to you plain,
feed my soul selfish
like in years gone past,
there are holes in mine
that require your elixir,
creamy softness that moistens
my face with tears of your words
originating, astound, enfold**
not later, not soon, not excusals,
write for me NOW, WRITE FOR YOURSELF,
but leave me not forsaken and thirst un-slackened,**
Answer! To whom do you owe your poems?
Jun 11, 2023
Jun 11, 2023 at 11:30 AM UTC
The Sirens are in love with me.
I’m digging a hole so deep,
I’d rather continue to dig and dig and dig.
The calm winds bring thunderous predictions.
Bicycle rides send mixed signals.
The Sirens send backup.
A victorious guilt has won,
But I fear the next day.
The snowflakes come swimming in on May 1st, 2013.
I’m a lost body browsing for comfort.
The Sirens reach their destination.
A collection of material items,
Will only irritate the burn.
I haven’t lived for one billion seconds.
My mind is trafficking against my will.
The Sirens have won.
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Heartbreak Poems Writ After Midnight
Poems writ after midnight
Effervesce intensity, how can it be, both an
Awakening, a dreading, a deadening?
Volcano in the chest, bullet in the head,
Cry stifled, but heard blocks away,
Almost reaching a house where you live
Poems writ after midnight
Presage dread of day soon to start,
Come forth more effortlessly,
Spill, soil, stain - simultaneous - pillow, cheek, us.
Rivulets of senses aflame,
Police cars and fire engines scream warning, coming,
Roaring warning lights of silent pain, heard blocks away,
Almost reaching a house where you live
It's June and from hallways and town streets,
Your shadow will disappear, graduate, not from, but to
You-know-where, the place where
Emo music is born and screamos die,
Same **** place that
Poems come from after midnight
Offered emollients, creams, stupid words,
Drugs, hugs, catch phrases that never soothe, irritate hurt worse,
The only word in the universe of words
I can't explain
A four letter gift my lover 'presented' and
It is pain
Read somewhere some poems never end,
Now I understand that better,
Cause there are no bandages, stitches that can close,
Cause there are no pills, switches that can shut off,
The ripping sound, the cutting noise, the raging inside
Heard blocks away, almost reaching a house where you live,
And dying in the same **** place that
Poems come from after midnight.
5:16 am forever
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
I begin to hate it when someone is too much talkative
I like my silence, I like my calm, my own peace
I need to be alone, to stay alone
And it’s starting to irritate me, I hate those people
when they begin to see how I feel
And I hate it.
I want to stay the smiley one, the girl with a happy face
But I don’t want people to disturb me in these times
I like my own little world that nobody else can see
I just want to be me
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
play the part
the part of your character
the character
which the puppet master has created
we all dance
and laugh
simply putting on a show
for the evil puppet master
he watches with a giggle
creating new ideas
to entertain
his sick puppet master mind
as we laugh
and cry
to the demand
of our puppet master
we enjoy when he's happy
and suffer
when he is down
for he is the puppet master
we cannot fight back
for he calls the shots
and if he senses a rebel
scissors will be in the hand of our puppet master
don't irritate him
he has a temper
and a sick sense of humor
for he is our puppet master
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
I know that some of us, well many of else have noticed the tiny hemorrhoid who has been festering around HP for a while now. He pops in, leaves his unkind marks on our skin, causing us to scratch and irritate the area. What I am wondering is how many have noticed his poems (for lack of a better term and in an attempt to be somewhat nice) trending with only 1 like? My friends, they trend because so many people view them…not like them. That is how it works here at times. Views vs. people following you. He has only a few following him (proof drugs are still running rampant) and it only takes a few views to cause his used toilet paper offerings to trend. This, in my opinion is his goal. He spends his time trying to discourage anyone he comes in contact with so that it will cause us to view his vomited works. (Ok, getting a little uglier). He slaps and then runs, waiting to see what we will do to feed his regurgitated ego, and we follow, accepting his bait.
My suggestion is to completely ignore this hemorrhoid, block him, no reading, no leaving ugly remarks on his work…just make him invisible to you and every one else. Let him write his little crayon projects and post them on his own fridge (because I’m sure his mom won’t even put them on hers). Will he eventually go away? Probably not, he is so full of himself; he could not live without himself. But, we can go away…not from the site, but from him.
There are people like this everywhere…people who get joy from hurting others, people who sit there with a pen in one hand and something else in the other. (use you imagination) Ignore this pain; don’t let it get you down. If we all do this then maybe, just maybe he will get the hint…probably not. But maybe the swelling will go down a little.
This is just my opinion and my suggestions.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
Messes irritate me.
Yet, I am a perpetually messy person.
Always cleaning the same mess
Over and over.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Hey there, you, driving the lawnmower,
sitting atop your shiny red toy--
state of the art, the best of the best
in lawn technology.
My meager fields are no longer in disarray
since you came around;
Tell me, Mr. Lawnmower,
Do the aspiring clovers and rogue dandelions irritate you?
Is their determination to survive a mere inconvenience,
Or is that the slight trickle of fear running down your back?
What about the bird's nest perched perilously in the gutter
and the rusted horseshoes nesting in my flower bed?
The disused swing set, now eroding in my backyard?
I rather like my own personal jungle!
Still, I suppose someone has to trim the branches
that hang over the power lines.
The poison ivy sneaking its way toward the roof
needs an occasional reminder
of the terms of our uneasy truce.
Perhaps I need you after all.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
Sometimes,
I get cold as I lay in my bed -
And it hurts a lot...
Not being cold,
But the thoughts that my heart whispers to my mind.
Babe,
It's so lonely on those cold nights,
And I can't help but fantasise about wrapping my arms around your waist,
Whispering nonsensical confessions of love into your ear because my heart rate is too high, thus I can't sleep.
And resting my head on your shoulders and curling my body around yours when your warmth finally calms me down and your complaints ward off my attempts to irritate you.
Baby I wanna cuddle with you right now -
But it hurts having these thoughts,
Because you're not here
And well,
You're not mine...
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:51 PM UTC
Social anxiety is when you wake up and fake being sick so as not to have to go to school.
Social anxiety is when you wake up in the middle of the night because you had a nightmare about a person talking to you.
Social anxiety is not being able to approach the girl who has been one of the most important girls in your life for the last year.
Social anxiety is not talking to people because you don't want to irritate them.
Social anxiety is leaving to class ten minutes early because you can't be around people anymore.
Anxiety is always dodging humans because you are scared if they see you they will laugh.
Social anxiety is terrible.
Social anxiety is
Real
It's
Not
Just
An
Excuse
I
Use
To
Avoid
You.
I'm
Sorry
If
I
Have
Ever
Hurt
You
By
Avoiding
You.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
I'm a cloud of useless waste of particles.
I float freely, I fall slowly.
I'm a useless dust of chalk. Wasted.
What is my purpose?
After my knowledge?
After I have made my marks on the board?
What am I bound to do?
After I sit steady in the cold, dark place that I stain? That I ruin?
I'm a useless powdered material.
I stay stationary, I move slightly.
I'm a useless left over matter of chalk. Unimportant.
No appreciation for my knowledge.
No notice for my wisdom.
Is my purpose to be unseen?
Is my purpose to irritate eyes and wreck souls?
I'm a chalk dust in a dark, cold corner...
Soliloquy is my game.
What I play. every time. everyday
Intentionally left behind,
By my knowledge, my wisdom, my faith, my truth.
I'm now
A Nobody.
I vanish, and I flourish and I fly.
I'm a chalk dust with no purpose.
And so, the soul had fled the existing body.
And in the end, I see...
My useless soul, my life...
Under appreciated
** jnldm
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
Poison Ivy
Not to be mixed up with poison Oak
Thriving to irritate the human skin
Leaving people with days of a red itchy rash
So abundant and lively
Berries white, run on fright
A red vained plant of pure torture
Three leaves, let it be
Poison Ivy
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
at your own peril!
*dare to vex
provoke, antagonize, exasperate
that is what my words will do
they won't irritate or annoy,
bug or merely peeve,
a simple bother
insufficient
vex
your core,
demand
that you more
than mere question yourself
but riptide extracts the
elemental,
battery acid on the essence bared
learn the power of crafting words
for maximum effect
torment, infuriate,
expose yourself,
what has lain beneath the skin,
you will let me in,
to let you out
why play with poetry,
the most dangerous weapon
unless you nakedly intend to*
!dare to vex!
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Do you ever feel the noon breeze?
hot yet relaxing brings you to an ease
it unfold the memories inside my brain's deepest crease
mesmerizing breeze i am standing under a tree
Moringa Oleifra the mighty
on which sits a sparrow chirping in mystique
and another strange little bird with long black beak
chirping tooo-weeee-t
on the other branches two squerrals playing hide and seek
and there sits a crow alone on one peak
i am in whirl of memories of past year 2016
didn't i mention it's about a boy in his thirties
he talked ocean deep
but treated me like i am a feast
like he is a ringmaster and i am his beast
i can still feel the pain of that time when all the good is out of my reach
Why do i think of him now when i am in peace?
would he think of me like i did?
nah or may be
nostalgic or i might weep
my orange colored dress doesn't irritate me in this scorching noon
but thoughts of you did
i have to head back from this muzz
i am going back to my people who loves me
where i am allowed to refuse
where there is no abuse
i am returning to peace
goodbye noon breeze
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
How lonely would you be,
Sitting on the only rock,
Above water in a lake?
Can you cry,
If I were to die,
Drowned beneath these waves?
Listen to the flying shadow,
He cries, he screams, he travels with ******
Foreshadowing awaited end, floating up,
Out of the water,
I can no longer touch the border,
Of water and earth,
And the transparent evidence of my life,
No longer does it irritate me,
No longer does it sparkle in this underwater sunshine.
How happy would you be,
If I were to rise?
How happy would you be,
If I appeared alive?
-from firefly
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
Feminine Essence arrives from Sirius,
riding expansive emotions,
not equipped for Challenge Earth.
Enter Orion Male Essence,
to irritate her into full glory.
Still refining the Balance.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
to irritate an instrument
to intrude into an interlude
to extract the extrapolation
from a well developed tune
to manipulate the melody
to solo with your soul
and finally to finish
with your really groovy goal
Lots of ways to sing it sad
Lots of ways to gig real good
Lots of ways to write it wrong
or dance to it, like you do
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
the distant eaves
irritate the groundline;
which becomes a hilly horizon
in twilight
A glance of warm colors:
is it the glory of dawn
or an afterlight?
Who knows, and no real difference;
the moonbeam will eventually
bring peace, along with loneliness
to drifting lives.
The mother tongue has reduces to silence
and the hometown as remote as paradise.
I am here, hair in wind
tells the destination of clouds.
I believe in freedom, in any variety;
as many as the ways of being nothing,
tenderly.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
I tried to simplify all the complicated feelings I have.
Some times you irritate me,
so I leave, but then miss you.
Some times I dont like it when you touch me,
but then I want to be all over you.
Alot of the time that im smiling, I want to strangle you
but then you make me laugh.
I'm actually not really sure if I even like you that much,
although I think I might just be in love with you...
It's all rather confusing.
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 7:00 AM UTC
The words
Be happy
They make me angry
For the words be happy
Do not fix me
The words
Just eat
They irritate me
For the words just eat
Wont make me hungry
-ARI
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Seven
Nine
Twenty-three point zero five
Cotangent of angle a
What can I find?
Why do I look?
It's a secret that I mistook
for a solution
Variables that make me
*****
Integers that
Irritate
Numbers give me the heebie-jeebies
Resolute in their
Absolutes
No quarter
Just one over four
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
How do you dislike me? Let me count the ways.
At least half of what I do and half of what I say
Seems to irritate and frustrate you.
My deeds mistrusted and misunderstood
As something other than selfless good.
Your suspicion steals a narrow view
Of how I would prefer to spend my time.
So the sentence precedes the crime
And love is shackled in its gaol,
A prisoner with no parole,
Once found guilty, condemned for all,
And nothing can now avail.
Imagined crimes will never fade
And penance be ne’er truly paid.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC