"worrysome" poems - Hello Poetry

It all began as an observation, a mere innocent study, to watch people in cars, from cars. First, the tired workers, who glared and stared in the road in front, who slumped in their seats, who held the steering wheels in a glum manner, who had dark circles under their eyes, who had cans of beers at the back seat, tired, weary, drained, exhausted,spent. The cheeky children, who yelled at their siblings, who wrestled with siblings, who sat listening to lectures, who texted with their phones, who went tippy tappy with their laptops, who ignored the world; reading, innocent, busy adolescents. Of course, there are mothers, who glance at their sleepy children every few minutes, who smile at their babies dotingly, who gave loud lectures to kids, who smoked cigars, who was on the phone,or was just driving ahead, loving, fussy, unleisured. There were the out-going, who head-banged furiously to booming music, who sang aloud to radio, who chatted enthusiasticly with passengers, who smiled the whole way through the journey, who stuck their hands out to feel the wind, who had nothing to worry about, free, wonderful, liberated, loose. Also, some were fretful, who needed to visit hospitals, who had their heart broken, who got rejected at interviews, who lost someone, who is obviously in anxiety, who were simply drunk, worrysome, tired, sad. And then there's me, who had nothing better to do, than to watch and observe, and felt many things should be changed, eccentric, weird.

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May 23, 2013

May 23, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC

idontlikebread

People In Cars

It all began as an observation, a mere innocent study, to watch people in cars, from cars. First, the tired workers, who glared and stared in the road in front, who slumped in their seats, who held the steering wheels in a glum manner, who had dark circles under their eyes, who had cans of beers at the back seat, tired, weary, drained, exhausted,spent. The cheeky children, who yelled at their siblings, who wrestled with siblings, who sat listening to lectures, who texted with their phones, who went tippy tappy with their laptops, who ignored the world; reading, innocent, busy adolescents. Of course, there are mothers, who glance at their sleepy children every few minutes, who smile at their babies dotingly, who gave loud lectures to kids, who smoked cigars, who was on the phone,or was just driving ahead, loving, fussy, unleisured. There were the out-going, who head-banged furiously to booming music, who sang aloud to radio, who chatted enthusiasticly with passengers, who smiled the whole way through the journey, who stuck their hands out to feel the wind, who had nothing to worry about, free, wonderful, liberated, loose. Also, some were fretful, who needed to visit hospitals, who had their heart broken, who got rejected at interviews, who lost someone, who is obviously in anxiety, who were simply drunk, worrysome, tired, sad. And then there's me, who had nothing better to do, than to watch and observe, and felt many things should be changed, eccentric, weird.

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If I said tomorrow Would be a farewell, I lied For today is a worrysome lesson A grant of freedoms rarely wanted But I never say goodbye forever Just be one to remember that Readily I'm returning Every day, every night Some way I'm going to think a while Throw what taste I have to other customs Of my own interest, but don't forget How I was born to see you At my hand every day I'm going away to think about what I want And feel the brink with my toes To rekindle my passion and Rid myself of cliché In days not yet with us I'll know what I need Nearer to what I expect to get And redetermine my pathly vision To make good of the promise I made

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC

Porto-graffiti

Finally

If I said tomorrow Would be a farewell, I lied For today is a worrysome lesson A grant of freedoms rarely wanted But I never say goodbye forever Just be one to remember that Readily I'm returning Every day, every night Some way I'm going to think a while Throw what taste I have to other customs Of my own interest, but don't forget How I was born to see you At my hand every day I'm going away to think about what I want And feel the brink with my toes To rekindle my passion and Rid myself of cliché In days not yet with us I'll know what I need Nearer to what I expect to get And redetermine my pathly vision To make good of the promise I made

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Time is consuming time is valuable time is also a distraction time creates tension and worrysome while there is a way people can speed it up just not you a certain someone my certain someone turns years into months months to days days to hours talking to them for hours just feels like 10 minutes ten **** minutes. they've got me all around their finger lovesick all ooey-gooey I cant even say good bye without trying to keep them all to myself only to me mine mine only my favorite person is only mine.

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC

maria-22

Time

Time is consuming time is valuable time is also a distraction time creates tension and worrysome while there is a way people can speed it up just not you a certain someone my certain someone turns years into months months to days days to hours talking to them for hours just feels like 10 minutes ten **** minutes. they've got me all around their finger lovesick all ooey-gooey I cant even say good bye without trying to keep them all to myself only to me mine mine only my favorite person is only mine.

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Appearing nightly on a hard wood floor Pacing, pacing, and pacing Sometimes forgetting what sleep is for My worrysome mind is racing ( chorus ) She bloomed like a lily at night Then she faded by the morning light Daydreaming after I sit down Watching colors run Then the heart ache comes around Blinded by the morning sun ( chorus ) She bloomed like a lily at night Then she faded by the morning light ( bridge ) A fertile soil where only weeds grow When once their was a bouquet The barren winter Where stems will splinter To the harsh light of day Now I have nothing to show ( chorus ) She bloomed like a lily at night Then she faded by the morning light

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Dec 2, 2019

Dec 2, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC

j-hanover

Night Lily '19

Appearing nightly on a hard wood floor Pacing, pacing, and pacing Sometimes forgetting what sleep is for My worrysome mind is racing ( chorus ) She bloomed like a lily at night Then she faded by the morning light Daydreaming after I sit down Watching colors run Then the heart ache comes around Blinded by the morning sun ( chorus ) She bloomed like a lily at night Then she faded by the morning light ( bridge ) A fertile soil where only weeds grow When once their was a bouquet The barren winter Where stems will splinter To the harsh light of day Now I have nothing to show ( chorus ) She bloomed like a lily at night Then she faded by the morning light

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I apologize. I’m sorry that all of your responsibilites Are washing over you, Pushing you into a worrysome bout of aggravation. I’m sorry thar you don’t feel you’re parenting well, Not keeping me satisfied 100 percent of the time I’m sorry that i’m so much to handle, Adding onto the unbearable weights you carry. I’m sorry that you feel meaningless When you’re my world, My inseperable half. And most importantly, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to help you.

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC

cj-tims

Apologies to a father

I apologize. I’m sorry that all of your responsibilites Are washing over you, Pushing you into a worrysome bout of aggravation. I’m sorry thar you don’t feel you’re parenting well, Not keeping me satisfied 100 percent of the time I’m sorry that i’m so much to handle, Adding onto the unbearable weights you carry. I’m sorry that you feel meaningless When you’re my world, My inseperable half. And most importantly, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to help you.

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