#hardrock poems on Hello Poetry

Bardo Mar 2023

One day my young niece was showing me some photos of herself and her
  friends on her phone
She had loads and loads of these photos
I was thinking to myself I don't think anyone's taken a photo of me in forty
  years,
Then I thought what'd happen if I got famous and someone wanted to write
  my biography (would be a short book)
And they'd say Give us some of your old photos to stick in the Book
And of course, I'd have a problem, I'd have no photos to give them,
Then I remembered there was this Novelty Joke shop in town
They had a great collection of all these different kinds of wigs
I thought maybe I could buy a few wigs then stage a few photos
Pretend they were from earlier days,
Yea, I could get an Elvis wig with the sideburns, I could say that was my
  Rockabilly stage
Then I could get a big Long Hair wig and say That was my Hard Rock
  phase,
I could get a Mohican wig and say Well that was what I looked like when I
  was a Punk Rocker
And Hey! Maybe I could get one of those lovely big blonde Dolly
  Parton type wigs
I could say
"Well that Summer I was listening to a lot of Country music".

A bit of fun for St Patrick's Day. Have a Great One. Cheers!

#photos #famous #biography #rockabilly #hardrock #punk #country

G Rog Rogers Oct 2017

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My generation was raised
on Hard Rock and Motown.

The younger generations
cannot make up for the lack
of a good education.

-R.

©ASGP

#quote #losangeles #hardrock #motown #generation #education

M Sep 2016

The Cafe

There were 100 people
Complete strangers
And they might as well have been shadows
The room might as well have been void of light
Because I close my eyes and there is only you
Burned to the back of my lids

         I tell this story about the way you never leave my mind
        And the way I couldn't hide it if I tried
        My fingers bleed
        My heart has found a new home in my stomach
        And you're still the only thought
        That my mind can find peace next to

                Here is where suffering smiles
                And the grass is green under all of our foot steps
                              And war doesn't stand a chance
                                                   Not even if it is all we have left

These Strings Are My Castle.

#love #poetry #happiness #poems #writing #daydream #forever #foryou #cafe #hardrock

Darius Apr 2016

The Culling

Are we the cattle of an entire nation?
What have we got to lose? Except for those already lost
You can be docile or violent, just don’t lie in silence!
Rise up! Here begins a new age, end discrimination!

Innocence is dead, the wrong men end up in the jail cell
This place is nice, but life is going to hell
They’re ******, ‘cause the former majority is now a minority
Hypocritical foundations, this land’ll never unite
What happened to Civil Rights?
They only gave us what was left.
You pigs - You must be bored just to send so many to the morgue
I can’t stand to watch the news, this society isn’t one to put kids through
And it’ll only get worse
Time never changes, history repeats
No more running (RISE UP!) This is the culling!

The culling!
Never will I be your *****!
The culling! (x2)
The United States lives an ****** Cold War!
(Let’s Rock)

We are the Antiheros, the Public Enemy
Now join me friends, let’s unveil the clarity

Who am I to you? When you look what do you see?
All you see are the colors of sin
The American Dream is broken, you breed loathing
Who can, Who will - Make America Great Again?
I can’t be led by a Puppeteer of Dollar Strings
You wanna make the world free? (HUH?)
But the only thing costless, is the loss of me
Drop it! If she needs and investigation
(She’s out!) That’s the end of an asinine conversation

Rise Up! It’s far too late
I am the spirit of those who live with a target
One wrong factor can end an actor
The leaders are gone, the show is over
It’s the end of the road, but the start of -

The Culling!
A Constitution Diluted by Disillusion
The Culling!
A Jail For A Nationalistic Conspiracist!

Time puses back, but it doesn’t make it better
The War is getting colder and the water’s getting redder
Every Rose has it’s thorns
We are the Bulls with dulled horns - Branded!
We’re the ones you reprimanded!
I! Feel I was born in the wrong time
I’ll go forward and see if they opened their eyes
Or I’ll go back! So I could ******’ Revolutionize!
We all see, the ocean is vast
But like the truth and time, It Never Lasts!

Post-Traumatic Society Destruction
The Bliss of Disorder continues to function
All of the ways you hold us down
Leads to a point we take your crown
Everytime you hold us back
Pushed in a corner, poised to attack
One last push against -

The Culling!
We can’t hideaway any longer
The Culling (x3)
Your ignorance makes us stronger
The Culling!

A song written by me.

#poem #lyrics #music #heavymetal #hardrock

Mrs Ashley Somebody Apr 2016

hardrock

rock shreds my heartstrings
until it hurts, and i heal—
the right way this time.

April 13, 2016 ~ one poem a day challenge

#haiku #music #soul #575 #senryu #rock #heal #heartstrings #hardrock #1poemaday

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