Category: 1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Pity life goes on

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I’ve had it hard in life, I remember it well

Sixteen and I moved out, from hell to….hell!

I had experience me, under my belt

Making ends meet, god that shit smelt!

I was young, eighteen living with my bloke

Living at his parents so we weren’t broke

We were trying to buy some land, we busted our ass

200 miles, 3 days a week, Alaska’s fucking class!

Then my guy got a job close, awesome news

His parents loved me, god it was so cool

Things going well, so bloody great

My guy comes home, a lot on his plate

He sits down, I jump on his lap and try to kiss him

He pushes me off, to the floor like I sinned?

“What did I do, what’s wrong with you?”

“Get out, leave, I had enough of you!”

“No please, I love you, stay with me”

“Get the fuck out! It’s not to be!”

I left, stormed out, cried all night long

Got wasted somewhere before getting home

I go to our bed to get in next to my man

Not happening girl, you been banned

The prick left the morning, left me like that

The coward got his mum to toss me out, the twat!

I had nothing, no money, just my car

So I drove for a while and stopped at a bar

I slept at the beach, wasted that night

Wasters walking by gave me a fright

Tequila, smoking weed, partying when I didn’t work

My heart broken, in pieces from that poxy jerk!

I wanted to die, kill myself, drive into a wall

I couldn’t cope with life, not at all

So I smoked a million cigarettes, I drank and I got high

I did some bad things and I told lots of lies

I ended up at my sister’s place, she let me stay

I continued to party hard and I slept where I laid

Until one day my sister kicked me awake

Get up girl, get a grip for fucks sake

She told me to scrub up, stop feeling sorry for yourself

So I listened to her and I spruced up myself

She took me to a job interview, I got through

Within a week I got a second job too

I got my life back on the road and everything changed

Thanks to my sister for being there and helping my pain.

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A poem about the life of one of my readers. A massive thank you to you

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Quarantined asylum

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I’m searching for escape

Got so much on my plate

It’s too much for me

I wish I could be free

Pondering what to do

Even considered faking the flu

Just nowhere to go nowhere to roam

Stuck here grounded, consealed to the home

Pacing the walls up and down

Impossible to evade this frown

Space is eluding time to myself

It’s starting to inflict my mental health

Being selfish now thirst for solitude

My bubbled silence my way, not rude

Evading anger in every way I can

Because it is not an acceptable plan

Am I cowardly how I percevere?

I do not know, certainly not clear

Cannot run, never really been my game

I’ve always been too stubborn and refrained

How long can I last this intense pain

Hopefully not before I go insane

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

His name is Jared

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I longed to have a child, I longed to be a mum

But according to the medical world it could not be done

Oh the grief I felt to need to mother a child

Adoption for my partner just turned out too wild

So I sat there in my gloom, feeling sorry for myself

My motherhood instincts destined for the shelf

Somehow fifteen years on the ultimate miracle befell me

I became pregnant, how on earth, I was happy as can be

It was a shock and I went through it all

Resentment kicked in and denial, awful

It took some time but I came to terms

It took me a month but I soon learned

I was so happy with my baby and our future dreams

But nothing would ever turn out as simple as it seemed

I went in to premature labour, my son was born

It was too early for him and my heart was torn

He was given to me, my angel, my boy on my chest

Thirty minutes he had to live, then he continued his rest

Skin to skin, his heartbeat with mine

His breathing, me wanting to slow down time

He died in my arms, in my fucking arms

I would of given my life for him not to of been harmed

I laid for hours watching him, screaming, crying, wailing

Why this way? Why? I was in shock, even shaking

I examined him, every inch of his perfect face

I could not look away, his mother’s sweet embrace

I fell in love, real love that day

Love bloomed in my heart in every way

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It is now 6 years on from the death of my son

I have learned so much and I refuse to run

It’s not like I could just walk away from my grief

Like trying to escape my arm, my leg or even my beliefs

I learned who my true friends really are

All their support, they were really my stars

And I sympathize with others now it wasn’t always the case

Because them empty friends were really a waste of space

And I know that I can’t control everything in life it’s not the way

I love you my son and I will always remember you on our day

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A poem about the life of one of my readers. A massive thank you to you.

A beautiful and wonderful soul.

1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

You can do it!

Phil Lister2 Comments

I feel sick

It could all be different

It could all change

Today

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I feel sick

Thinking about it, waiting

It could all change

Today

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This afternoon

All could change

For me to better my life

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This afternoon

I hope I make you proud

By bettering my life

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Be positive, be strong,

Confident in your

Stride

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Be positive, be strong

You know your going to

Thrive

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Come on, give it your all

This is what you’ve been waiting

For

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Come on, give it your all

Turn that page, open that

Door

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Goodbye my father

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Goodbye my father

I got a call, I remember, I thought it was a stroke

I left that day, to the hospital, my heart broke

I arrived there to see you there lying still

I hoped it untrue, it was my only will

Then I was there, at your side hoping you might wake

“Oh god, wake up, please, for goodness sake”

Suddenly you sat up and you looked to me

“Who are you?” that feeling still sickens me

Then you laid back down, back into a sleep

We were shocked, we started to weep

Time passed by, agonizingly slow

Just waiting, waiting for time to go

I knew, what was coming, to me it was clear

Your heart, your soul, about to disappear

The final moments came, you left us for good

My father, I love you and I always would.

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Life has turned to f**k

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Rejection, I’m rejected, all against me

Again and again, darkness filling me

Been waiting for this answer, all day long

No, not this response, it must be wrong

I feel worthless, I’m nothing, a loser, that’s all

Nothing’s changed, I’m going to curl up in my ball

Rejection hurts, getting smacked with a bat

Keep down you shit, stay down flat

Your worthless, unneeded, pathetic mess

You failed, didn’t even pass the test

No matter how much you want it, not gonna change for you

Life isn’t easy, that’s a fact, unfortunately it’s true

I feel low, so low, so fucking low

I can’t shake this feeling, not gonna go!

What do I do? Please, some good luck

Because for the moment, my life has turned to Fuck!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Bossy cow!

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That’s it, I’ve had enough

This job has just gotten too much

My boss is a bitch, she’s breaking my balls

Hypocritical twat that certainly knows it all

Never bloody wrong, always fucking right

Doing my head in, we do nothing but fight

She says to me I have changed and have a nasty side

This comes from a snake, venomous with pride

When ever there is work to be done

She’s in the office, sat on her bum!

If it’s not that then she’s hidden away

IPhone out, having a play

She won’t let me work, get on with it

Controlling me, moving me like a puppet

I just hope that one day I’ll stop seeing her

That day will be great, even, SUPER!

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Waiting

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Waiting is a horrible thing

What is this news gonna bring?

Is it positive? is it a yes?

Did I do what was asked of the test?

Is it negative? is it a no?

Do I drown myself into my sorrow?

This is killing me, hours and days

Walking around in my own haze

Checking my phone for a buzz or a ring

“When you going to ring you poxy thing!”

I can’t stand it, it’s getting too much

How can one response cause such a fuss

The phone rings, lights up at last

I was quick, super quick, lightning fast

I wait anxiously, saying hello

Is it good news, or just another blow?

Hello, I have spoken to them, this is the news

Thank you, I hold my breath, win or lose?
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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Alone

Phil Lister4 Comments

I feel so alone

Here, sat here

Nothing but my beer

In my hands

Thinking about ..

Nothing

Nothingness,

Pointlessness

Emptyness

Swig my beer

Swallow it down

Wallowing

Self pitied mess

Same clothes

Odour rising

Bottle caps filling floor

Smash bottle

Into tv

Raged

Glass splitting

Beer spilling

Tears

Flowing

Down my cheeks

To the floor

I am alone

I can’t take it

Anymore…

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1. Rhyming poetry to change your day

Scrub it out! Now!

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That mark that’s there, been bugging me

That little grubby mark, shape of a penny

I don’t clean me, hate cleaning things

I’m too lazy to even take out the bins

I’m doing something, tomorrow, maybe

Ain’t doing cleaning, me I’m free

It’s getting to me, that bloody mark

I’m gonna do it this cleaning lark

Block it out, life pushed away

Shit happens, clean it today.

Get the cream out and the brush

That’s not so hard now, what’s the fuss

Pissed off with this, pissed off with that

Scrub that wall bitch, whiten that black

World getting you down, all against you

Music full blast, listen to Muse

Plug in baby, psycho, madness

Scrub it away, all that sadness

Prodigy now, twisted firestarter

Bleeding ears, no need to barter

Throwing things away to drum and bass

Looking in mirror, wanna punch that face

Feeling down, no, adrenaline pumping

Screaming out mentally, heart thumping

I’m gonna clean you, clean you now

Scrub you off this planet, POW!

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Taken from Rhyming poetry to change your day by Philip Lister