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TheNineOfDiamonds
TheNineOfDiamonds
M Shitty poems written by a shitty poet
A man with the people's good at heart And self inflicted gun shots from an AK-47 Lay dead in the palace of currency American funded bombs drop overhead Radio waves shiver through the air Carrying his final words Let not his sacrifice be in vain Let us repair and rebuild avenues across which great men and women will walk ¡Viva Chile! ¡Viva el pueblo! ¡Viva los trbajadores!
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:52 PM UTC
¡Viva Allende!
There are spiders in my room There are friends in my room They eat flies and other useless and oblivious things And one day they'll come and eat me But thats ok that's ok I'm ready for that day I look forward to my own personal reckoning They'll crawl inside and lay little eggs Sometimes I feel them even when they're not on me Their eight skinny little legs Plenty of little eyes helping them see That I am a house pest and I must go Wrap me up and eat me What happens after death I don't know But I'm excited to die and see
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
House Pests
I remember that time you said it was kinda cute that I listened to classical music. I didn't get he thought process behind it but that was ok I remember when I first kissed you and you got all red and you did that cute little smile you do I can't remember the last time I had a nights sleep without you being a part of my dreams But that's all I've got of you. Memories I don't think It's neither of our faults that that's the case Or maybe it's both our faults Regardless of either I wish this wasn't the case I wish I could spend time with you But misery is wasted on the miserable the real love is this lonesome sadness and the emptiness This is the best part The sad part will be when I don't miss you anymore And you're just another tally on the wall
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
Classic Idiot
Life's not easy in a life in a world of flux between depression and ecstasy In my free time I listen in on feeds from better off stations I can't get no satisfaction. I'm not even sure if I still want your satisfaction. I've been mixing uppers and downers trying to find a nonexistent happy medium. Hard work and working out isn't working out but laying around is just depressing. I know I should be doing something but that something might even be in this country I got one for keeping me company at night and one to open up to and one to tell my ideas to but together they're missing the factor of being you
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
Corinthians 1 11:2
I could feel my face rush with blood I wasn't sure who I was I could feel the anticipation in the air I knew what I felt is something we'd share Cause I felt you body press up against mine and I felt your face in my shoulder and you looked fine And I felt your embrace for the first time Cause I felt your bra strap through your shirt and I felt a pulse if was yours for sure I could see you even though I'd closed my eyes I was shaking even though I was paralyzed You couldn't believe this real I was scared by what I could feel What should I do with this? What can I do with this? What should I do with this? Pure emotion
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Pure Emotion
Wild Texas winds blowing without caution. While the Cool air conditioning freezes the tips of ears ***** Fish tank water splashing just feet away Trying to sleep to excuse myself from time Trying not to sweat thinking about upcoming crimes But none of that will matter in nine hours Nothing will matter in nine hours Besides you It shouldn't be this exciting but I can't help myself Shouldn't be this well planned but we can't risk a thing Bourgeois peering over our shoulders Proletariat Double agents watching from a distance This isn't what happened lasttime I've never felt this before Thought induced nausea I keep coming back for more But none of that will matter in nine hours Nothing will matter in nine hours Besides you
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
To wait with baited breath
Black hair black glasses black jeans red shoes Walnut skin brown eyes gentle heart Walking around or sitting in a chair You're always perfect I'm always there You may not notice the other guys but I do I see the way you look at me I see the way they look at you Hair- flowing in the wind soft sound of small feet I stand and realize what I'm doing I shouldn't do this. No one should We'll laugh long. We'll laugh hard. Like two fireflies in a jar. I'm not perfect that's quite clear. What's not clear is our future if we last to see it I need to make it through and I need you
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
The Alchemist
I haven't seen you in a while You Seem so far but you're only a few miles away I don't know whats going on with you so I'm taking day to day And I'm scared I don't remember the song but that's not what's wrong What's wrong is the other song of your voice I hear it singing about other boys and I'm scared I can't see the reflection in your eyes anymore I'm around you but I'm not shaking to my core like I used to No longer do I catch you looking at me And when I think of you I'm devoid of glee And I'm scared
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
This is a horror story
All the shadows and things that move in the dark remind me of you and it scares me Every voice I hear I think it could be yours Any place I am I have the possibility of seeing you I know you're not here anymore But you're going to come back You're going to come back You're going to come back I hope you come back
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC
The Dance Regret