"wuss" poems
Sixteen bewhiskered cats with tempers sweet
Only needing food and tranquil retreat.
They try to be good and do what is right
But get into mischief from morn till night.
So hard not to adore each furry face
Though pranks may lead to many a disgrace
Fiddling and tearing the household blinds
Until sighing we think we'll lose our minds.
Hearts so overflowing with deepest love,
Sent from God the Father of Lights above.
Sadly few folks to such a good home give.
How can each darling continue to live?
And even though they may growl and grumble,
When time to eat tiny motors rumble.
Furry paws swat many a ragged mouse.
Without them would be a desolate house!
Families adopt babies, fortunes pay,
Yet for these wuss pusses refuse to sway.
More forgiving than us despite sharp claws,
Surpassing mankind's sins and blatant flaws.
Sixteen bewhiskered cats with tempers sweet!
What have they done to deserve such defeat?
.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
pretty and pink
she's a princess
as she struts up and down the rows
what she'll pick,
mommy doesn't know
will it be the new
holiday barbie doll
or the shiny Nerf gun
to shoot her brother, Paul.
no!
Its the wonderful stuffed
teddy-pus.
the mega tough protector
who isn't a wuss.
he keeps kids safe
chases the monsters away
with his snuggly tentacles and big fluffy ears
he provides brighter days
now whenever
she's feeling really sad,
Teddy-pus makes things
seem not so bad.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
Ditch ewe sea Mai poem?
Eye sore year phlegm on yootoob!
Knot of ill my mean,
Ice awe yore fitty oh on yewtwoob!
No won you sis Phil mini moor...
Aisle Ike did the Bell eve id Dio.
**** wear wuss aye at?
Cuss ein owe fur sheer.
God Knowed out debt
Hugh phlegmed me giddy
Nth arc are!
Wail?
Watt Chew say a bow to that?
Weight.
Whole Don.
Dead Yew sin sir writ?
Sense err meow tough fit?
High share open aught!
Bay bee!
Hi muss tar!!!
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
You remind me of
Coldplay's song
Yellow
It brings me to a different atmosphere
I don't know why
I suddenly want to hug you
talk to you
or hang out with you
I know that I can't do all of that
Because I'm too much of a wuss to do that
And I'm just another girl
That you can't love
or like
But I keep on telling to myself
That the stars are shining for me
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
My message seems too abrasive to send
Like handwritten ransom notes
With a geriatric hand,
Gnarled and pimpled with
Weariness
And experience.
Our war stories
Are cards thrown down at a poker table
So initially casual
Then troubling after the fact.
People spout perspectives;
Our inputs are faucets overflowing
With the chemicals that change the mix.
Each of us contribute to the compound of strife.
What I need – what I want
Is my own element,
Thoughts pure of your life,
For you do not fully comprehend my experience.
My wuss-puss whines that resonate
As sure as a saxophone’s wail.
My jazz demeanor, burlesque figure
Only mask the pedigree of emotions
Beneath my wiggling hips, fluttering eyelashes.
Remember: this is a woman.
From smudges to sunlight to wind to aligned stars –
The cracked liar’s smile never eludes me
Just as the bite still scars my neck.
Marked, experienced, wrung out, aloof –
Live for sin, looping exponentially.
The seagulls scavenging in
The grocery store parking lot,
We know them and hate them for it.
**** drink, yell, tip your way, son.
I’ll tap my cigarette, clamber into bed
[my motives are my motivation]
Deepstep, baby, deepstep:
Come willing because I won’t.
I am the renegade impulsively flipping cards,
Smirking across the poker table
And yelling, “Checkmate”
For no good reason.
Scattered to the winds,
My nonsense is the very ground you have to tiptoe upon,
My sense is the word on the tip of your tongue that absconded.
I am not your maker for he’s my friend.
I am not your mother for she’s my servant.
I am not your lover for you’re my witness.
This [whatever it is] is a syllable caught skipping on the record,
And we’ll never know the rest of the word
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 11:49 PM UTC
Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real
Mad because I don't know how you feel
Upset because we can't make it right
Sad because I need you day and night
Angry because you won't take my hand
Aggravated because you don't understand
Despondent because there’s no hope for us
Vulnerable because I feel like a complete and utter wuss
Lugubrious because I feel so very alone
Scared because there are no more stepping stones
Afraid because I’ve reached the end of my tether
Disappointed because we can't be together
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
"Truth or dare?" Emma said. She was drunk, so instead of the words coming out crisp, they all mended together created a word that sounded like, "Turthordar". Georgia could help but smile. "Truth." she had done way too many dares that night, she had to take of her shirt, try and chug a gallon of milk(and fail completely), and kiss a cat. "Wuss." Garry said. Georgia rolled her eyes and smiled, she loved her friends. "Do you believe in true love?" Emma questioned.
"No" Georgia replied as if she didn't need time to think."True love is love without a price, but all the love is this world always cost people something. Whether it is happiness, a home, or family love always steals something from you, and kills you from the inside when it leaves you."
"Wow," Gary said "You are such a buzz **** Georgia chuckled as Garry took another swig out of Emma's bottle. Georgia heard the garage door open. "Shot my dad is home, you guys have to go, now the take the liquor with you,"
"What are we suppose to do? We can't drive."
She stared around the room for a second, and sighed.
"Ugh fine go upstairs to my room. Don't come down no matter what happens."
"What does that mean-"
"NOW"
Emma and Gary shuffle up the stairs as the garage door closes, and Georgia pulls out her braille bible. The door closes.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
I posed a querry to the stone on the summit and from it I got neither bile. Nor vomit.crickets chirping loudly into the night. The silenced with fright at once. Time passed through the hourglass with silty silence.
So I posed a querry. Slathered in razzleberry jam to the powers that am.
And the dedafening roar of NEVERMORE did bowl me over. So I posed another. Smotherd in clover and lo and behold the universe expanded in deafening silence.
Alas I am left with para of noia .
Furtive. Distrustfull. Disgusted evunnn. As said snagglepus.
A wuss in sheeps clothing. Serpentine riddle. No front nor back nor side nor middle. Left wanting of truth left here to self ******
Awww fiddle. Hey didle didle.
The cat and the fiddle.... licking his chops
Playing all sides agin the middle
Shmaaart
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
I wish you would turn around,
just look and you would see.
You played with my heart,
and left me all alone.
Well until you can tell me,
just what you're thinking.
Until you can stop saying ****
and see what you're really doing.
Turn around, and treat her right,
no matter who she is.
She's a woman, you're a man,
and you need to learn, hunny.
You can take your friendship,
and shove it up your ***
Until you can sit down,
and talk it out like a man.
If you have a problem,
it's really not all that hard.
Instead of being a wuss,
try telling her.
Women really aren't that difficult,
as long as you're honest.
So until you can be honest with me,
well, I'm sure you get the ******* idea.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 3:28 PM UTC
“Keep that mask on, it will make you look stronger.” They said,
Constricting my empty veins,
Shielding my vulnerability,
Hiding my humanity,
Making my bones stronger but my soul much weaker.
All ‘real men’ must take on this mask,
Exposing fraction of yourself is your task,
‘Real men’ are…
Physical, Strong, Independent, Powerful,
Scary, Hard, Stud, Muscular and
List goes on.
I am scared and I need help,
Scared to rip this mask,
It is such a hard task when,
Wuss, Wimp,
*** and *****
Are what defines the ‘True men’.
Sitting in this narrow box,
Suffocating from these shallow thoughts,
Attempting to jump out,
Thrown back by societies mouth.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
sticky kisses for the missus just
to prove that i'm no wuss
and if it tastes good enough for you
it's good enough for me too.
don't you miss the blissful ignorance
chinese whispers and rumours
written on the tarmac in chalk
for the wind to pick up
and carry on to other schoolyards
eat lots of pineapple, it'll make you taste good.
did she eat ten a penny aniseed sweets for me?
she seeps liquid liquorice
that binds my teeth in a bittersweet grimace
stretching from ear to ear. she hates the taste
and i hate to share my just desserts.
innocence is a burden that burns
like empty lungs, and no breathing in
again until i get what i want,
bad enough to make the children
want to **** themselves. when they want
sticky kisses before bedtime.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
The world has gone grey.
We all live in limbo.
But out of the darkness.
"Wuss poppin Jimbo."
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
I can hold my breath for
1 minute and 15 seconds.
I still practice sometimes
in case you come to hold me again.
You held me a lot back then-
up against walls and doors and even as we lay in bed.
Your fingers left ever-present bruises on my neck.
You convinced yourself you left them with your mouth
but your hands were my enemy.
***** Wuss.*
They are still curses to me.
Pet-names
You called me when I clumsily ran into your fists.
Or maybe it was the other way around.
I can’t remember anymore.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
For a lot of people it is without a known source or trigger or point of orgin that depression will sit in. They may be fine one moment and then the next a dark cloud suffocates their heart and venomus thoughts stab into their minds. And all they can do is shut down, close themselves off, climb in to a dark hole and then mentally and emotionally abuse themselves. Afraid to say anything because we will call them crazy or too sensitive or worse completely ignore the problem and say something like "man up wuss" or "you're such a pretty girl, smile don't be sad"... We send alcoholics and junkies to rehab with love and well wishes but treat depression like its nothing more than a bad day out of life, here's a lollipop stop your crying. People are broken inside and lost and feel alone and very often it's because somewhere in their life they just cared and loved too much... And we repay their kindness and generosity with apathy and ignorance and half hearted sighs as we roll our eyes. No one stopping to imagine the unimaginable burden and darkness that is going on inside their hearts and souls. No one able to bare to try and feel for a moment how bad some one has to hurt where death is the better option than life... Let me repeat that... that death is the better option than life ...that the pain and hurt and thoughts have become so bad that they feel death is the better option. And too many caught in that moment, feel they have no one to turn to, no one willing to accept and belive them that they are depressed and that they just need at least one person to be there with them, that no one is willing to belive they hurt that bad... and then.... BANG ... their gone. And then for a split second we can all hear the silent monster and see the invisible disease, a second to late to help and a second many of us will wash clean from our eyes. Because its just to horrific to remember and we're afraid if we open ourselves up to the reality of depression we ourselves will end up another one of its victims.
Depression is real and it is real scary and those suffering need our acceptance and acknowledgement that they are suffering a horrific disease most of us couldn't cope with. When we know someone who has it so bad they can't get out of their hole, we need to climb down that hole and sit down in the dark with them. If they want silence we give them silence, if they want to talk we listen, if they want to cry we cry with them. We let them know we belive them, give them our compassion and love and empathy. Don't just be there for them, be there with them. If we just give them a ladder out, they might come up but then when were not there with them, they might just fall back in. You really have to let them know, I'm here with you, in or out of this hole, I'm with you, you're not alone. It's ok to be depressed, its ok to be you. Maybe you'll get better, maybe you won't, either way I'm here with you.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
It's pouring
I'm drinking
I'm thinking of us
Maybe I shoudn't of been such a wuss
I should've told you how much you meant to me
But now it will never be
I'm listening to a sad blue song
I imagine your radiant smile which I long
You are so naturally beautiful
And who would've known that you were so truthful?
But when I saw you in the arms of him
I put my lips to the brim
And drink to what will never spark
I fade out into the dark
With my broken heart
Oh how I wish I would never have to part
But I can't stand to see the girl I love in another boy's embrace
I was only running when I already knew I would've lost the race
I am filled with regret
If only we would've never met
I would've never been listening to a sad blue song
Missing a girl dearly whom I long.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
He has no suspicious ideas
about these hidden thoughts of mine.
The "Got it Twisted" wickedness
Boy
Have I got ideas of what I could do to him,
The experience of my prowess
The sensual heights
I could bring him
Service him the vice of moist
Lips of this mouth
The levies I could break...
Even now (ONE Mississippi)
The Earnestness of the warmth in my groin
(TWO Mississippi)
trains of thought / tight caboose / and whistling steam
(Thrice Mississippi...)
My imbalance seems becoming obvious
So we hurriedly converse,
Our talk :
Brief with business lingo
(My eyes high on his physique)
In the interim
Exchange our dimes,
Buddha in my hand...
"Wuss up?"
'Sup bro... (a synchronized nod)
In the pause of dead air,
I mad dog him with my eyes
(Drunk off his musk).
He has no idea about these ideas
The silent stealth of the naked thoughts in my ********
The twisted scene of my imagination's
Motion pictures...
******* him off to completion.*
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
I make mistakes yes I know
However I'm still young and not fully grown
I'm sorry I messed up
I'm sorry I fail
When you scream at me it makes me feel frail
I didn't mean to mess up
I'm sorry stop screaming!!!!
Stop threatening me because I'm not perfect
I'm human please just get over it
Alright cuss at my mom because that makes you look like such a man
You think you're so perfect? Well try it **** face step up to the plate
Take a stand without acting like a little *****
You think you can call me a worthless piece of **** and that I'll get over it?
You think it's okay to yell at my mom in front of me
You think I'm supposed to not make mistakes
***** PLEASE!
I'm a ******* human being
Get over it you wuss
After all you're nothing but a swearing angry ****
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
How did it feel to say I do?
The rush of blood to the head,
The whirlwind of emotions,
The walk down the aisle.
What was going on in your head
Even as you said your wows
And the I love yous
And the right backs
Where has all that feeling gone
Now, that you are fighting to be gone
Vows are what they shouldn't be
Words, with echoes after, without heart; ceremonial
For better for worse didn't you say?
So stop being a wuss and fix it eh?
Lose your doubts, not your partner
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
( )
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/----\
•
Pure
///
The darkness is everywhere
We all see
////
We see death everywhere
•
We remain so implausibly silent
///// wuss warriors /////
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We don't want to offernd !
////
We don't want to hurt their feelings !
•
We betray ourselves when we water down
The absolute purity of what LOVE is
///
Wuss warriors !
•
We fight the paper tigers of
" insensitivity "
while drowning out the sounds
Of death !
////wuss warriors ! ////
/////
Wanting lovers
Without love
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC
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^^^
ride !
••
The lonely Hippie boy !
All the girls are selling wuss - burgers on elm street
And becoming business men !
And those who were once his friends
Are going transgender and may never
Be seen again
Except maybe as something as unreal
As an icon of this **** eating Culture
of Ravenous Vultures
••
••
Ride boy ride !
Outta this dark scenery
Throw your wuss - burger away !
The ingredients ? ---- ugh !
You wouldn't believe
( mostly death and pain ---- death and pain)
••
Ride to the home of free men in sacred hills
To where true maidens flower
And children are nurtured by truth and wisdom and dignity
And real winds
And visions of infinity
••
Yes !
MY LOVE is the Love
That created this world !
•
MY LOVE was here before god was here
MY LOVE never changes
( or ...........BREAKS ! )
///
MY LOVE
is the reason that anyone should even want to live at all !
/////
So
Be cool ! Dude!
And ride !
Right thru unto and into the light
That is always burning
And is never consumed
•
In the hands of the ANGEL
BEFORE THE GATES OF EDEN
there forever
To
WELCOME YOU HOME
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
I'm afraid to speak.
Opinion or objection,
They will never be taken into consideration.
So I sit or stand and listen and watch in
silence.
You have made me this way.
I blame myself.
It hangs on my shoulders,
pulling me down.
Sorry for being scared,
'a wuss' or 'a baby'.
But you made me this way.
My confidence has gone
It's been crushed
Stubbed out like a dwindling fire.
No life inside.
I'm sorry. I'll try, I'll be brave.
The voice starts to come
But
so does the panic.
The temperature rises and the pounding begins.
Banging at my chest.
My knees go weak and my hands start to shake,
But I tell myself
'I'll be okay.'
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
I...I want to sleep yet thoughts run through my brain...
I can't...
They prohibit me from gaining rest..
Loosing those I care about
The hatred of myself
The hatred of this miserable life
Thoughts of just emptiness
Thoughts of fear
Thoughts of anxiety
Thoughts of wanting to run
Wanting to just scream and cry until my vocal cords are shredded and torn and worn
Wanting to just lock myself in my room and never come out
The urge to just shut everyone and everything out and just wallow in my sadness and despair
I can't do half the **** I do normally right
Not even ******* walking
I can't speak right
I can't act right
I can't ******* write right
I can't walk right
I can't do a lot of things
I'm to much of a wuss to get anything done
I can't do a ********* thing to save my life
Vivid mental images from suicidal fantasies roam my mind
its all coming back to me
Even with those who bring me joy and happiness it never lasts
nothing ever will
I understand this and I have for a long time
Bottled up emotions and thoughts have been ready to burst for years
Leaking out only to be filled and shut back in by my fear of collapsing and breaking
i can't do what I want to anymore
i am forced to put up this happy facade and I'm sick of it
Yet I must
I have someone who cares about me and that I know won't try to hurt me
I have some who have tried to take their own life that I almost can't live without
I have to keep my fantasies in my mind and never enact them
I must keep to myself
Keeping the bottle sealed until it shatters under its self brought stress and fear
that fear
that stress
that anxiety
all of it
keeps me from sleep
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
Hey there ladies, daddy is back
Here to get up in your cracks
In your nasty ***
Or your creamy ****
Daddy’s sure to please your wuss
So please come fast, come a running
Daddy’s ready for the final *******
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
To hell with normalcy.
I'd rather be someone revolting.
It hurts?
That’s a fallacy.
You're a coward —
and that’s fear prompting.
Indeed, there are hierarchies.
And rebelling is... concerning.
Misusing the power to control the industry —
Rebounding on the surface;
it's redundant. It's taunting.
Amuse me!
What — you think this is fancy?
What's wrong with wanting something?
Just because some are powerless... it's raunchy?
Distrust directs the regime —
look, the balance is burning.
Excited to show them dreams —
flaunty.
Look at that smile.
Look at the face.
Full of surprise,
sharp with the gaze.
Oh! You're blushing.
Excuse me — my breaching tendency.
You're beautiful.
And shy.
That's... compelling.
I wish you'd stay that way.
But —
the farther we go,
the greater the dismay.
Subdue this malice.
Subtly play.
If you want the prize...
you gotta pave the way.
I hate it when you're bamboozled,
procrastinating as you sway.
Can't you just stop being a wuss?
Even forecasters have their days.
But in this dance of defiance...
let courage lead the way.
Shatter the chains of conformity.
Let authenticity — stay.
For in each rebellious heartbeat,
a revolution brews with a glaze.
Even a meek-looking fuzz
can become
a blasting,
blazing
wave.
-Asher Graves
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC