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The Masked Sleepyz
Dec 2013
Bing.
I plant a kiss that rolls of her lips,
Bing.
I want to chug this drink of love, but she is only giving sips,
Bing.
Sad eyes meet each other,
Bing.
But a hicky staring at me is from another,
Bing.
I plant one more,
Bing.
Hoping to make her lips sore,
Bing.
A rip in the real,
Bing.
The dance on the dead,
Bing.
She says she needs to walk away
Bing.
Or at least thats what I thought she said,
Bing.
I can't change the past,
Bing.
Cant change anyway.
Bing.
There is nothing either of us can say,
Bing.
This is the end of my day.
Bing.
Bing.
Bing.
I plant a kiss that rolls of her lips,
Bing.
I want to chug this drink of love, but she is only giving sips,
Bing.
Sad eyes meet each other,
Bing.
But a hicky staring at me is from another,
Bing.
I plant one more,
Bing.
Hoping to make her lips sore,
Bing.
A rip in the real,
Bing.
The dance on the dead,
Bing.
She says she needs to walk away
Bing.
Or at least thats what I thought she said,
Bing.
I can't change the past,
Bing.
Cant change anyway.
Bing.
There is nothing either of us can say,
Bing.
This is the end of my day.
Bing.
Bing.
Bing.
She did end up driving away,Wrote when 20 (now 23), didn't like it too much back then but now I like the simplicity of it and the Bing from car door still haunts me.
Kenneth Gray Nov 2020
My Hearts Song
Kenneth Gray
Nov 2020
Bing, ba Bing Bing
If you, could only
Ting, ta ting ting
Just listen closely
Bing, ba Bing Bing
And hear, the beauty
Ting, ta ting ting
You would, abso-lutely
Bada Bing, bada Bing Bing
Know, that I love you
My hearts sweet song
Ching, cha ching ching
Will for-ever ring
Dada ting, dada ting ting
I'll prove, you wrong
Ding dada ding ding
When, my heart sings
Bing bada Bing Bing
Its beautiful song
Bada bing, bada Bing Bing
Now, sound the gong
BRRRRRRRRRRRNNN
Cause, I ******' love you!!!
If you, could only
Ting, ta ting ting
Just listen closely
Bing, ba Bing Bing
And hear, the beauty
Ting, ta ting ting
You would, abso-lutely
Bada Bing, bada Bing Bing
Know, that I love you
My hearts sweet song
Ching, cha ching ching
Will for-ever ring
Dada ting, dada ting ting
I'll prove, you wrong
Ding dada ding ding
When, my heart sings
Bing bada Bing Bing
Its beautiful song
Bada bing, bada Bing Bing
Now, sound the gong
BRRRRRRRRRRRNNN
Cause, I ******' love you!!!
I just wanted to do an experimental type of poem and try to express my feelings in a different way. I thought it would be cool to try and make a song sounding poem where the sounds are actually written out to help give it a different feel. I know its kind of lame, but w/e. I like it. ✌
M Clement Dec 2012
I'm tired of the ringing
M Clement
Dec 2012
Email please stop
You're endangering my sanity
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Oh, thank you...
I mean, no! I will not be phased!
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Oh, hellopoetry! I do love that site.
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Someone liked my poem?
How kind of them!
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Well, if I must, I can give a few
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Ok, you got me... that's enough
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Email, what the ****
BING YOU GOT MAIL
That's... I've seen that before
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Email, that's not even correct grammar
Well, it's poor grammar
In the very least
BING-BING-BING-BING YOU GOT MAIL
I can't stand this anymore.
It's time to pull the plug.
Hide beneath the rug
I'm coming for you,
You *****, rotten *****.
You're endangering my sanity
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Oh, thank you...
I mean, no! I will not be phased!
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Oh, hellopoetry! I do love that site.
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Someone liked my poem?
How kind of them!
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Well, if I must, I can give a few
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Ok, you got me... that's enough
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Email, what the ****
BING YOU GOT MAIL
That's... I've seen that before
BING YOU GOT MAIL
Email, that's not even correct grammar
Well, it's poor grammar
In the very least
BING-BING-BING-BING YOU GOT MAIL
I can't stand this anymore.
It's time to pull the plug.
Hide beneath the rug
I'm coming for you,
You *****, rotten *****.
While it may not be my best work, it's certainly pertinent. I can check my email about ever 5 minutes to find 14 new emails... it's disgusting.