PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Life is out to get me


Most of the time

When Summer is here

We need a break

Sit back with a beer

 

There is only one

The most dedicated of all

His job is simple

To trip me and laugh as I fall

 

He sets up every roadblock

In too many ways to fight

Only when I'm sleeping

Do I get relief from my plight

 

Do I have low self esteem

Maybe I'm just unlucky

Will I ever be happy

Like a new borne baby ducky

 

I wake up every morning

Knowing for sure that I'm cursted

The only good thing about my future

Is that it can't get any worse

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.