#BadPoetryThursday – Against the Wind

Against the Wind

The winds of Time?
They forever blow.
And so…
We run against the Wind.


Not my normal #BadPoetryThursday, but perhaps just as bad.  This is a small bit of free verse that came to me the other day while I was out on a bike ride, and it, unlike most thoughts I have while out running or biking, stuck with me.

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#BadPoetryThursday – Still We Run

Road weary,
And still we run.
Why do it?
We say it's fun.

Though it's hot,
And oft we complain.
We always come back,
Is that sane?

You tell me,
Cause I don't know.
Trails and roads,
Off we go.

Though one day I'll be on the shelf,
As for now, the miles won't run themselves.


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#BadPoetryThursday

Too Early Morning 

Cold morning,

I’m warning,

Ya, I had a long night.

Oh, I’ll be alright.


Pretty soon,

It’ll be noon.

Out the bed,

I’ll roll my head.


Start the day,

A late way.

Brew for me,

All the coffee.


Until the night again I greet,

Carried there with tired feet.

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#BadPoetryThursday – The Storm

Peering out the window,
It’ll be here soon.
Building in the distance,
Rollin’ in, ’round noon.

There’s a bit of lightening,
Followed by the rain.
Spattering all it’s coolness,
across my window pane.

Just as it came,
Away it blows.
Another summer day,
It comes, then it goes.

All the little thunders,
We’ll take them, frame by frame.
Maybe they’ll save us,
From the big, bad hurricane.

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#BadPoetryThursday – Not Enough

When it's not enough,
but it is you're best.
Pushing beyond hard,
Just needing a rest.

It's what we're taught,
Go forth and succeed.
Trying for things,
We don't really need.

But what if we're wrong,
While singing along?
And don't know the words,
To life's great song.

Scary the changes,
The speed of life.
We do our level best,
Avoiding the worst of strife.

Changes unavoidable, scary at times,
Embrace the pain and forge a new line.

 

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#BadPoetryThursday – Not Good Enough

The Roses are Red,
So why are you Blue?
Is nothing good enough,
For the almighty You?

Try as I may,
Try as I might,
Nothing's Good enough,
In your most Perfect Sight.

I'll surely never be,
The perfect that You are.
So Go On with you life,
Leave my heart a Scar.

Reaching for Unreachable Heights,
Perhaps one day, I will take Flight.

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Bad Poetry Thursday – Would it Hurt

What would it hurt,
To give a smile?
To play in the dirt,
Or run a mile?

Get outside,
And live this life.
Set them aside,
The struggles and strife.

Run & jump & play,
Laugh & love,
Enjoy every day,
Before flying away above.

Get outside & give a smile,
Get a bit dirty & stay awhile.


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Bad Poetry Thursday – Quiet

Quiet

Peaceful bliss.
Time to recover.
An introvert's wish.

It is a need.
Not a want,
The time for which we plead.

Emerge, we will.
From our cocoons,
From the still.

Ready, the world to face.
Join once more,
The dreaded rat race.

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Bad Poetry Thursday – Inside

Look inside,
What do I see?
No place to hide,
Just me.

Look at me.
I am hidden.
You can't see,
The parts forbidden.

What is real,
and what is not.
How to feel,
about these thoughts.

Can't you see through it all?
Can't you help, lest I fall?

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Bad Poetry Thursday – Not Fair

It's not fair,
There I said it.
Proclaimed it loudly.

It's not fair,
Though I want it,
Want it so badly.

It's not fair,
but that's just it,
the world we live in.

It's not fair,
What you gone do?
Never give in.


I’m a bad poet.  That’s why I have Bad Poetry Thursday.  If I were a good poet, then perhaps this would be Good Poetry Thursday.  Being a bad poet isn’t enough to stop me though, for the only way to improve is keep on practicing.

And besides, poetry, even bad, is a good way to express yourself.  So here I go!  Maybe one day it will get better, or even good…

Good poetry?  Maybe one day my friends, but don’t hold your breath.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hopefully you found something in this bad poem to like.