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self-pitying poems
- Thread starter Ganesha
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sunken I slunk
morose mood
words fall
off slacking lips
stale syllables
rot and curl
I slink
away
morose mood
words fall
off slacking lips
stale syllables
rot and curl
I slink
away
Nobody likes me
nobody wants me
If I killed myself
they'd only shake
their heads
in annoyance.
Reluctant to clean
my corpse off the front
of the 5 O'clock bus.
The news team
would ignore my death,
instead go film
kitties on parade.
I wish I was a kitty,
but even if I was
they'd put me dead last
in that kitty parade.
nobody wants me
If I killed myself
they'd only shake
their heads
in annoyance.
Reluctant to clean
my corpse off the front
of the 5 O'clock bus.
The news team
would ignore my death,
instead go film
kitties on parade.
I wish I was a kitty,
but even if I was
they'd put me dead last
in that kitty parade.
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I can't smile enough
my lips droop
years of the automatic
glee
well hell
I feel like
crying,
you make fun of me
well hell
I am crying
you shut like a lobster trap
I feel like a crab
inside I am outside
my outside is sideways
inside is upside down
hell well
I'm down
you clown
don't frown
punch the clock
put on a frock
you are the million dollar
smile
well hell well
an upside down smile
is worthless
I punch out
fired no doubt
my lips droop
years of the automatic
glee
well hell
I feel like
crying,
you make fun of me
well hell
I am crying
you shut like a lobster trap
I feel like a crab
inside I am outside
my outside is sideways
inside is upside down
hell well
I'm down
you clown
don't frown
punch the clock
put on a frock
you are the million dollar
smile
well hell well
an upside down smile
is worthless
I punch out
fired no doubt
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my attempt at an accrostic 
She shakes her head
And wonders,
Do i belong here?
God has cast me
In with the devils
Removed me from
Love and forgot i exist.
anyone know a good poem that uses the acrostic style? i think its funny but stink at it
She shakes her head
And wonders,
Do i belong here?
God has cast me
In with the devils
Removed me from
Love and forgot i exist.
anyone know a good poem that uses the acrostic style? i think its funny but stink at it
I am unworthy
of the words I spew
to speak in tongues of fire
on the unworthiness
of the life I nearly live.
of the words I spew
to speak in tongues of fire
on the unworthiness
of the life I nearly live.
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Help Me, Please
Help Me, Please
Do you think that I deserve to live?
Let me take a poll.
What benefit could I possibly give?
What would be my role?
I try to be a helpful soul
But always seem to bomb
Too often I will lose control
And interrupt the calm.
I'm such a sorry so-and-so
Always such a whelp
Is there aid you could bestow?
Can you ever help?
Help Me, Please
Do you think that I deserve to live?
Let me take a poll.
What benefit could I possibly give?
What would be my role?
I try to be a helpful soul
But always seem to bomb
Too often I will lose control
And interrupt the calm.
I'm such a sorry so-and-so
Always such a whelp
Is there aid you could bestow?
Can you ever help?
Zit-Monster
Pity me
the white-tipped
blossoming
pimples
pulsating on my countenance.
My beauty is obscured
by low hills of acne
Already, I am twenty-three,
and yet they are numerous,
each a pinpointing
reminder,
of the futility of my life.
Pink infancy,
blossoming into swollen adolesence,
white-headed aging
ends with a bloody explosion of death,
into the scar of the grave,
buried beside legions before
now long popped
and smoothed by time.
Pity me
the white-tipped
blossoming
pimples
pulsating on my countenance.
My beauty is obscured
by low hills of acne
Already, I am twenty-three,
and yet they are numerous,
each a pinpointing
reminder,
of the futility of my life.
Pink infancy,
blossoming into swollen adolesence,
white-headed aging
ends with a bloody explosion of death,
into the scar of the grave,
buried beside legions before
now long popped
and smoothed by time.
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had i the time
to decry my woes
from the mundane
to the tragic
and a sympathetic audience
to lend an ear ~
like Webster debating
with the devil
i could orate
with the masters
to decry my woes
from the mundane
to the tragic
and a sympathetic audience
to lend an ear ~
like Webster debating
with the devil
i could orate
with the masters
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please feel sorry for me, this is an awful poem
they call it busy work
You flirt with my coworker
I am franticly stocking the shelves
they call it workaholic
you are out photographing bugs
I am opening boxes, answering questions
they call is customer service
you are fondly eyeing the clerk
I am holding an insecure shopper's hand
they say "shove it up your @ss"
you share your scatological day
I am in deep shit
they say 'take is easy!'
your life's already easy
I haven't got a clue what 'easy' means
they call it busy work
You flirt with my coworker
I am franticly stocking the shelves
they call it workaholic
you are out photographing bugs
I am opening boxes, answering questions
they call is customer service
you are fondly eyeing the clerk
I am holding an insecure shopper's hand
they say "shove it up your @ss"
you share your scatological day
I am in deep shit
they say 'take is easy!'
your life's already easy
I haven't got a clue what 'easy' means
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I toss and turn to numbers,
and strangers flash before my eyes.
I wake constantly from slumbers,
disturbed by music -not lullabies.
When the alarm, with its perpetual tune
calls me to rise I hurt all over.
I bumble from bed like the bee,
lost of direction, a shadow of me.
Half my morning is spent in hot
showers that ease a painful existence.
I hardly have time for breakfast,
before I run for the bus, and am late.
Starting work before my shift, as usual.
Every day without fail I acquit
myself in the most dutiful way.
To think they could ever realize
the amount of work that I do -
a pipe dream the size of a straight-jacket.
Come hear me existence!
It's not fucking fair, that all that I do
don't get me out of here.
This is a travesty, a big bleary joke.
Even when we speak I choke,
on their innocent words.
I wish I weren't so old,
could hope I weren't so cold.
But at the end of the day
when my body hurts,
when the constant music turns
my thoughts to lemonade...
I wish for some adventure
to take me far away.
If not for tomorrow,
then at least for today.
and strangers flash before my eyes.
I wake constantly from slumbers,
disturbed by music -not lullabies.
When the alarm, with its perpetual tune
calls me to rise I hurt all over.
I bumble from bed like the bee,
lost of direction, a shadow of me.
Half my morning is spent in hot
showers that ease a painful existence.
I hardly have time for breakfast,
before I run for the bus, and am late.
Starting work before my shift, as usual.
Every day without fail I acquit
myself in the most dutiful way.
To think they could ever realize
the amount of work that I do -
a pipe dream the size of a straight-jacket.
Come hear me existence!
It's not fucking fair, that all that I do
don't get me out of here.
This is a travesty, a big bleary joke.
Even when we speak I choke,
on their innocent words.
I wish I weren't so old,
could hope I weren't so cold.
But at the end of the day
when my body hurts,
when the constant music turns
my thoughts to lemonade...
I wish for some adventure
to take me far away.
If not for tomorrow,
then at least for today.
This is becoming a habit. I'm posting a mutation of horrid poetry AND horribly self-pitying poetry now:
Oh punch me punch me,
drug me, munch me,
chew me up!
Oh life!
Just because I stutter
and I tend to mutter
doesn't mean you shouldn't try to understand me -
Oh Life!
You throw obstacles in the way!
the tail I was born with, it swayed
then you chopped it off
mercilessly, oh life.
to leave my butt bleeding in the snow.
Hypothermia did not set in slow.
Woe is me!
Woah!
it's me.
You better recognize, me.
I rail against you
Life!
See my sad silhouette
my hawkish nose,
and extra-long mole hair.
See me
weep for me
sleep on me
mother Life
smother me till I'm dead.
Oh punch me punch me,
drug me, munch me,
chew me up!
Oh life!
Just because I stutter
and I tend to mutter
doesn't mean you shouldn't try to understand me -
Oh Life!
You throw obstacles in the way!
the tail I was born with, it swayed
then you chopped it off
mercilessly, oh life.
to leave my butt bleeding in the snow.
Hypothermia did not set in slow.
Woe is me!
Woah!
it's me.
You better recognize, me.
I rail against you
Life!
See my sad silhouette
my hawkish nose,
and extra-long mole hair.
See me
weep for me
sleep on me
mother Life
smother me till I'm dead.
What am I, but one
mere pixel on an HD
display struggling to
get noticed amongst the other
2,073,599 pixels of my kind.
mere pixel on an HD
display struggling to
get noticed amongst the other
2,073,599 pixels of my kind.
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one one-hundredth of a pixel
I surely am lower
smaller
and
finally more insignificantly
significant
I surely am lower
smaller
and
finally more insignificantly
significant
a pixie sitting
on a pixel
not dancing
not laughing
no glee
in me
just being
and hoping
to be
beyond
on a pixel
not dancing
not laughing
no glee
in me
just being
and hoping
to be
beyond
my wretched
wretchedness
hangs in black
ribbons from
my salt stained
eyes
all are grateful
they are not me
even Job
wretchedness
hangs in black
ribbons from
my salt stained
eyes
all are grateful
they are not me
even Job
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haunted
friend died
a whole life ended
maybe that scene had played out
but wasn't ready to have him
fall into a crowd of adoring others
wasn't ready to let go
of a life already lived
so many moons ago
gone too soon
I am haunted
dedicated to Terry Toedtemeier
He had just finished talking about the place that he loved so much to rousing, hearty applause. That's perhaps the best and most fitting way to have left this world for Terry Toedtemeier, the brilliant, influential photographer, curator, historian and scientist who died Wednesday evening from heart related complications.
friend died
a whole life ended
maybe that scene had played out
but wasn't ready to have him
fall into a crowd of adoring others
wasn't ready to let go
of a life already lived
so many moons ago
gone too soon
I am haunted
dedicated to Terry Toedtemeier
He had just finished talking about the place that he loved so much to rousing, hearty applause. That's perhaps the best and most fitting way to have left this world for Terry Toedtemeier, the brilliant, influential photographer, curator, historian and scientist who died Wednesday evening from heart related complications.
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If thee insult me,
doth not my fur stand fast?
If thee kick me,
doth not a little bit of poop slip out as I fly through the air?
This be justice,
that in thy deliverance,
of insults bold, and punting cruel,
my dandruff on your shoulder and stains your shoe.
doth not my fur stand fast?
If thee kick me,
doth not a little bit of poop slip out as I fly through the air?
This be justice,
that in thy deliverance,
of insults bold, and punting cruel,
my dandruff on your shoulder and stains your shoe.
The checkbook bounces
against the wall
and Santa peeks
from the chimney,
hesitant elf
grown gaunt
from hunger.
The lights flicker,
warning of darkness.
Windowed envelopes
scream for attention.
Lawyers tap
on the front door
and glare through
rented panes.
Hopeful child face stares
at the empty space
beneath the plastic tree.
against the wall
and Santa peeks
from the chimney,
hesitant elf
grown gaunt
from hunger.
The lights flicker,
warning of darkness.
Windowed envelopes
scream for attention.
Lawyers tap
on the front door
and glare through
rented panes.
Hopeful child face stares
at the empty space
beneath the plastic tree.
Yule-Apatheticas
I once loved Christmas
shopping, baking, decorating
peace on earth, to all good will
until
you used my childish anticipation
for control
like Charlie Brown and the football
knowing better, but hoping still...
you’d make pretty promises
then renege
‘oops too busy, gotta work’
‘no time to get ya nothin’
but you gave me something
in your selfishness
opportunities to grieve
disbelieve
adopt your cynicism
spend less on the obligatory
give less of myself
to spoiled kids - not mine
Santa never brought the child
on my wish list
Christmas - bah humbug
I once loved Christmas
shopping, baking, decorating
peace on earth, to all good will
until
you used my childish anticipation
for control
like Charlie Brown and the football
knowing better, but hoping still...
you’d make pretty promises
then renege
‘oops too busy, gotta work’
‘no time to get ya nothin’
but you gave me something
in your selfishness
opportunities to grieve
disbelieve
adopt your cynicism
spend less on the obligatory
give less of myself
to spoiled kids - not mine
Santa never brought the child
on my wish list
Christmas - bah humbug