I've written a few poems that I really like. Here's one from a few years ago that involved a very bad day:

The Horrible, Terrible Day

I know you've had some bad days
But for me, this was the worst
I felt that all my luck was gone
And that I was inevitably cursed

My morning was deceiving
I woke up and thought all was well
But after my dad shut off my server
It all tumbled down to hell

Then my mom told me to get ready
That seemed to cheer me some
I thought we were going out to lunch
And maybe see a movie then for fun

I cleaned my room and dusted
Then took a shower and got dressed
But my parents left without me
Though I shook it off at best

They were gone for quite some time
But mom said it was just the store
It was seven and they weren't home
Eventhough they'd left at four

I decided to watch a movie
Because my amigos weren't online
Then at 8 mom and dad walked in
Which sent shivers done my spine

They paraded around with many bags
From Target, grocery store, and mall
I was so mad they'd left me at home
But they didn't apologize at all

I had needed to get some things
Like drinks, body wash and snacks
"But you can get those tomorrow,"
Droned my mom just like a fax

I heaved a sigh and then found out
Pizza would be tonight's meal
Thus we didn't go get Greek
Eventhough my parents had made a deal

Returning to my room just then
I saw that Rob had come back
I talked to him for quite some time
Until my connection was jacked

This time it was my father
Who, without even telling me
Dared to reload his computer
To keep my own internet-free

Angered and oh, so angry
I just sat there on my own
Staring at my dad who
Had Hewlett Packard on the phone

I don't think it was broken, though
I think he messed with it on purpose
Because while he talked for hours
With them, he didn't even look nervous

I took some time out for drawing
To calm me when I was feeling rough
But this even was royally screwed
Because my markers had dried up

The picture didn't look good, either
When I tried to colour it, see
So I just cried with the mishap
And stared at it pitifully

It must have been past midnight
When with the computer my dad gave in
And set up his own work laptop
While unhooking his PC, then

He configured all the settings
So I couldn't open up my ports
Because heaven forbid I have a server
So he can play his games of course

At least I could still talk
And download files, too
But twenty minutes later
That connection fell through

The laptop had frozen
But when I dared tried to restart
It just laughed back at me
Like this ingenious work of art

Thank god my dad got beeped then
Because he woke up from his sleep
I waited until he fixed the laptop
Without even making a single peep

It took him several minutes
But then it was again connected
I rushed to get online once more
So my matters were not neglected

After many tears of woe
And saying heated, pissy things
I thought it'd all be over
But again, the laptop was deranged

It froze for the second time
So, mad and pissed beyond belief
I pressed on the laptop every key
And button to release my grief

It didn't work, unfortunately
That frozen startup screen laughed again
I told myself I hated laptops
And that PCs were my true friends

I banged it, I pulled out plugs
And felt around for more
But that startup screen remained paused
Like it had 20 minutes before

"I give up this time;
you win, you ugly, black notebook,"
I snapped to the vicious thing
And even gave it a fatal look

Slumping into a leather couch then
I cried all my hatred away
While reminiscing about the events
Of this horrible, terrible day