#coup poems on Hello Poetry

solEmn oaSis Dec 2015

from dusk till dawn
there will be no two
or more than three
pairs of drops would shown
so let me note this down
and then tight to point it out
that this kind of game shall last
when i poem you up so fast
though i know that my rhyme
may not sound so good*  to your calm ears
hence, i am quite sure,,  you would not quit by your eyes
for you might get lose
on the  time you have got to move
your pen from one place that had not been done
with a seen scene clues.
Mean what i say
if i were you, try to look at your ink
and have a guts to throw your turn so you'LL have a bright shrink
Quick! don't waste time, don't dream a blind bout to less your waist
line
hold the cry of lies, roll my dice as you feel my arms
on this sheet of blank curve so sheer!
Come to think of it and then read my lips...
SET A WAY OUT FOR THAT GUILT
THERE IS ONE MORE TRY!
NEXT TIME, BE WISE LIKE A CLERK
IN A FOUGHT THAT BROUGHT
US ON THE TOP OF THOSE HILLS SO BREEZE
FALL NOT, WHILE I BRACE YOUR SELF.
WE TOOK A SEAT AS WE GET TIRED
AND MET HER IN A MID OF OUR WALKED
NEAR TO THE FLAT FORM LAND
AS SHE JOINED IN A #PLAY OF JOURN
AS I DARE...WHO WINS TAKES THE BOLD PEN
WHICH IS FULL OF GLANCE
THAT ***** MUCH MORE THAN HIGH GRADE PRICE
AND SO IT WAS A DEAL TO CLAIM THAT PRIZE
gone once,
twice thrice
but hey, what a heck
would you mind not to void your O
cause my X will win this tic tac toe
come on, fight for our #
can't you see? If you do,
A trick of our own
shall hide the mark when she goes wrong.
You know what, if you knew her much as i did
you'LL find Anne how sharp she is
now that we're on, the two of us might not give a chance
to draw a new phase if we won't win next game flows
two to none, raise to three...
her seal crave to win that pride all at once.
I can not go back to drop that counts!
real talk...i do not want to miss a thing!
you are my brand new O
you are so dear to me!
we must beat that X
for there is no y does it like  u
yet we are one verb flew like a free bird
who aimed that goal
on our tic tac toe
thee thy thou
thus the last ought
now tied at two.
Seems it was her fault
looks like she does not pick
the right place as if she is not our foe.
This is the hour of truth
no time for her to beat our
"no hint two way-reach rank trace"
O X O
X O X
O X X
At last we won, with out my help
Anne failed,  Gem has
the badge now
on my ***** pen
I am blessed to have you Gem.
God Gave Me You
i can now shout out loud
verse to verse
through this kind of mind game
that brings out the hype
on us once we get jive.
SOON
PRIEST
OR JUDGE
SHOULD SAY
YOU MAY
KISS THE BRIDE
MOON WILL LIGHTS OUR NIGHT
ON THE DAY WE'LL WED
AS YOU AND I GOES TO BED
GEM MY LOVE, YOU ARE MY WILD CARD!
THAT CAME IN TO MY LIFE!
AND NOW YOU ARE MY WIFE!
**THANKS BE TO GOD OUR LORD!

a true to life poem of mine
Gem is the girl in my poem---
" *** "

#joy #choked #coup

gene Sep 2015

Coup

“I said
I love you.
I didn’t say
you should pity me.
Because between you and me,
I have the guts
and
courage
to say
I love you.
I took the risk.
And
by
it,
I’ve already won
half of the battle.”

#love #battle #pity #courage #risk #guts #143 #won #coup

BeginningAnEnding May 2015

Fighting Normal

She said, "Why can't you just be normal."
In her accusatory tone.
I knew my answer wouldn't faze her
Still I felt it important to defend my case.

"Normal huh,
Is that how I was raised,
Is that what you want from me,
Is mediocrity something I should strive for."
Her gaped mouth tightened,
But before she could form her rebuttal,
I began again.

"I want more than normal,
I want neon lit dreams,
On a high-def highway.
So that even in the darkest night,
They'll be illuminated in bright crystal.
I want more from myself than anyone could ever hope to beg out of me."

Her face had softened by now,
Shoulders dropping
As if taking their first vacation in almost 2 decades.
Her back was now lost in the sofa
Seeing my opening,
I continued.

"I don't have normal interests.
I don't have a normal family.
I couldn't see normal
From the highest peak of my life,
And even if I could, I wouldn't go on that journey.
I want more."

By now her face had changed in my eyes.
A muddy blur of someone stuck,
Stuck wishing for something.
Something that she lost over the years.
She lost control,
And so she still grasped
For what she had remembered it feeling like.

There had been a coup.
A new ruler had emerged.
Now, finally ruled by the hands and feet
That would build this path.
And walk this journey.
Regardless of plan or purpose.
My future was mine.

My words, a friend's story.

#life #journey #control #normal #coup

April Lorenzo May 2015

Compter

Un, deux, trois
Je peux voir la lune ce soir.
Les étoiles: un, deux, trois.
Je ne peux pas compter
le bouquet des étoiles.

Voilà, ils sont infinis.

Le temps va arrêter,
maintenant, cette heure, cette seconde
avec moins des personnes.
Le moment ne terminera pas.

Voilà, il est infini.

Finalement, les étoiles, je peux compter.
Un, deux. Seulement deux.
Tes yeux, mes étoiles.

Voilà, tu es infini.

J'ai le coup de foudre pour toi,
sous le ciel ce soir.
Un, deux, trois,
Tu as le coup de foudre pour moi.

Voilà, nous sommes infinis.

I wrote this poem for a class requirement and it got selected for « Printemps des Poètes 2013 » organized by l'Alliance française de Manille. You can go use google translate. It's actually decent if you traslate it there except for the last stanza. You'll get the gist of it tho. But if you want the legitimate translation, message me.

#love #first #sight #french #at #de #le #coup #foudre

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