Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
if you should fall
any stage in your life
in your struggles
even in your leisure -
anytime, for you
I shall be there

even if you should fall
high on from the ladder
or in desperate moments
or even just from a chair
know that I shall be there
anytime, for you
always I shall be there

Oh, by the way
I'm not your mom -
*I'm just the plain hard floor
...a contrarian poem, if you like, or not...
Take your dream and
**run with it!
Nobody can hold you down, except yourself.
1)
See, **** Susan is on holiday
and she's made her way
to the hotel roof
on her second day
**** Susan takes off her dress
and in her bikini
she sunbathes on the roof
"Ah, this is the life," she says
"The sun and the roof all to myself"

2)
See, **** Susan on her third day
this time
sunbathing stark naked
on the roof
and she turns over
with her buttocks to the sky
and the native  hotel bellboy
comes running up
and panting
and from an official distance he says:
"Madam, I humbly beg you
put on bikini at least
like you did yesterday"


And see **** Susan smirking
and she says:
"What's the problem,  kid?
No one's gonna see me here"


"But madam," says the cringing native
*"You are lying face down
on our high-tech one-way vision
dining-hall skylight roof"
I look over at those shaking hands
and I think,
"What if I helped calm the quaking?
*Would you smile at me?"
In choir I sit next to a guy that I really like who has a beautiful voice. His hands shake sometimes and I always have the urge to hold them in my hands to take away the quaking.
Try
Reach out and touch the sky.
All you have to do is try.
I love you a lot because
you are who I'm *not.
You've heard about the phrase opposites attract, right? I think this phrase, in many cases, is true.
I think our eyes would light up and ignite
As we finally return His gaze on us.
And every second to eternity
Will be painted with joy as
We play hide and seek in the maze
Created by the train of His robe that fill heaven's halls.
Then we will swim and splash in His overflowing glory,
And in the towering staircase,
Race each other to His throne.
But no
We won't grow tired and weary
I think that we will even go ahead
And get dizzy from dancing in worship
And lose our breath from laughing and singing praises.

Well...
We might just turn heaven into a playground,
But then again
We are His children after all!
Some people think of the golden streets and big rooms when you mention heaven. But this is what comes up to my mind.
If plants can communicate
so can planets

and so two planets started talking
and one said: How are you?

And the other replied:
I've got a medical condition -
the doctors say I've got
a serious case of **** sapiens


And the first one replied:
*Oh, never you worry about that;
I had the same condition
and it didn't last long
poem based on a joke I found online
these are my words
(to your ears)
;
,
.
.
.
Next page