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Short Poems

January 13, 2017
By Anonymous

I am so stressed out
Someone come and help me                      
Can I please be free?

  
Can you stop talking please?
It’s getting very annoying so stop please
I’m trying to work, please


               My Everyday complaints

     It’s 7:38 and I’m still waiting for my sister to come downstairs!
       She makes me late everyday, It’s not fair!
       Huffing and puffing, I’m late to my first class
           And my teachers being an a**

    It’s second period, Civil Law
       My mood is blah
    I look at the clock and I have three more hours in this godforsaken place
         I look back down and see I have to finish my case

         Third period I have free
       I think I should get some coffee or tea
          It’s too cold out
     And my wallet is crying because I have no cash
 
  In PIG I nap, cause you know, I feel like crap
Math is a bore, I just want to run out the door
      Then comes creative writing
           How exciting!
  
   Gym. Why is that even a thing
I’d much rather do it during spring
SUNY Race is my last class
   I’m just here thinking can it pass?


                    
            

New start
A girl who's made many mistakes
      A year from now
In a new state, at college
      Making new friends
This is just the beginning

       

         Dancer 
        Ballerina
     Graceful, elegant
Jumping,spinning, turning
    Pointe shoes, buns, skirts, tights
Stretching, sweating, moving, twirling, working
       Artistic, poise
           Athlete

                                            Annoying

                                  Yeah, I’m annoying
      I irritate
                                                                                    to the point where you might hate
                                               Yeah, I’m loud
          

I’m certainly not proud                                                  I hover you like a cloud

   
                 Yeah, I’m Tiring                                                          yeah, I’m troublesome

                    Yeah, I’m Obnoxious                                            Attention seeking

                                               You wish I could stop speaking
          I just want affection                                                         Some kind of connection



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