Best Tired Poems

Slave to wayward thoughts,
unwritten poems return to haunt.
Tempest of tragedy arrives as a harbinger,
wrecking fences that divide sleeping paths. 

There is no one to show the way.
Father's sins betray,
mother's tongue destroys. 
Punishing a misled mind,
to ponder unwanted silence.

Time is no friend, so much is lost...

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I'm so tired of the lies

I've heard... all of these stories before...
I say...it's time to show you the door...

You're so good at... telling your lies
but, I know how to read 'tween the lines
I'm saying...   God only knows
if anything you say's worth believing


Chorus
I'm so...

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I'm so tired of the pain


In yesterday's paper,
I read that, another good man's gone...
I just don't know, what this world is coming to

Seems like, all the good people,
that have been here all along...
are gone without warning, taken, right out of the blue

Chorus

Oh, I'm so tired...

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If eyes are mirrors of the soul
My soul is red and saggin'
I think my brain went on a stroll
And for sure my tails a draggin'

I'm a chicken that's out of clucks
An old wall missing its mortar
Some might feel like a million bucks
I'm more like a...

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I am tired of counting the red dwarf stars in the Milky Way.
I am tired of counting the 7 years of grain in Pharaoh's silos.
I am tired of counting the steps to the sacrificial altar of the Chichén Itzá pyramid.
I am tired of counting the...

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Blurry thoughts, hurried thoughts, they need to settle down. 
Too tired to move, to worn out to groove, I'm frustrated all around. 
Crazy voice, I have no choice, I want to surrender to sweet sleep. 
Twisted thinking, racing blinking, my mind is an overgrown trash...

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 Cold the winter night as snow fell,
it drifted-  collected on streets;
where a meandering lost girl struggled to walk,
weary and tired; 
she ran away when it was warm,
when she had some money.

Now-  had no shelter or money,
the wild frigid wind blew and blew;
when...

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Tired Tears

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am i all that you wanted
am i what you were askin for 
or am i just like last years christmas toys?
you're tired of me

i see a different side of you
after one problem we're though, we start over again
you're locked up and away from me
you go...

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** An exercise: write a sonnet in iambic pentameter.

With heavy heart, I offer my remorse,
for I'm too tired to dance this weary eve.
The echoes of my workday's tireless chores
linger, leaving naught but fatigue's relief.

Oh, believe me, I hate to disappoint,
for the music tempts me to...

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Im tired of this,
Im tired of life, and being alone.
I want to see the other side,
i dont even have any pride.
I want to put this life aside,
But i cant put me down.

Im tired of wanting, and waiting,
For that special someone to come around.
Im tired of...

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Corona Virus, Corona Virus, that is all we hear!
You turn on the television, it's Corona Virus on the news!

The commercials come on it's Corona Virus " We Are One"!
You turn on the radio, I give you one guess, YOU GOT IT!
Say NO MORE TO THE...

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Like Shadows In My Tired Mind

Like shadows in my tired mind
you danced in wisps of cool breeze.
Your deep treasure I did find
yet you left me with such ease.
I had found thorns on your rose
holes in your dancing shoes.
Large cuts on your pretty toes
dark truth in...

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My mind is haunted again.
By my poetry gnomes.
Plagued with imaginary men.
Filling up my empty homes.
Inside this head.
Chained to my mind.
Sleepless in a dirty bed.
Nothing redeemable to find.
No sympathy.
Nothing to care about.
Just my apathy.
But that's nothing to gloat about.
Looking up at the dusty walls.
Illusions and stones.
Watery...

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My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams

As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones
And the spitting sun flamed the mass of white desert sand
I trekked alone, jagged pains pulsing through my old bones
My weathered soul cursed God of...

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