Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
My Dear Poet Apr 29
They stole a word
from a poem I wrote
Stealing
the meaning
leaving just a note
“We’re sorry for the damage,
we hope you don’t mind
we’ve just taken a lend
of a word from a line”
They left no name
no number to call
Just a few words
and that was all
Then just the other day
I read on the news
a poem became famous
for a word that was used
that made the world weep
over their lies and their theft
critics hailed it
‘the true and only’
‘honest poem’
in the world left
Another day
Another dime
Another useless
Unheard rhyme

Another day
another dime
On the ladder
I do not pretend to climb

Another day
another dime
Another way for me
To waste my time

Another day
another dime
I make a dollar for you
And lose some of mine

Another day
another dime
I bear the burden
Of your wimpy spine

Another day
another dime
The suffering you leave
Is your greatest crime

Another day
Another dime
There will be no justice
It's all broken this time
Myrrdin Dec 2020
Stumbling in unceremoniously
To perform the theft of me
I had never been afraid
Until you taught me I should be
Gilbert Nov 2020
A mosaic of falling seeds
spins me sickly into a coma.
The only thing that saves, keeps
me from tumbling down - her aroma.

All the thoughts like ants have gone away,
they crawled through my ears, my mouth.
Oh, the mouth, the royal taste - just stay,
rave on my flesh, love well-wrought .

And there I lie - on the lips
that are not mine - neither his.
Rather die than lose those strips
of pretty scarfs I could kiss.
Karijinbba Sep 2020
Allert: Not a poem
but a story on actual facts
Someone is trying to sicken me
to ****** me for a long time now.

I have more lives then a cat or blessingis from above in heaven
who knows I am Innocent.

Dr LPoop...inares trusted was
like any patient
to an urgent care doctor would.

The Lord's light does show
right from wrong
and to intuit right
on any malignant greedy
red flags popping op in in clinics
ER clinics and in the occasional past visitations to hospitals.

I haven't hindered any of  you
**** you evil doers greedy predators
paranoid are yourselves
you are not a doctor but a butcher
I can read you loud and clear.

You and your partber in crime
are so transparent!
I hardly know you, why trash patients
It's a patients right
to protect his or her life
at any age time and place.
Mexican American lives matter

Who is the paranoid?.
Dr Lpoop..inares is paranoid about unpaid huge medical school bills!!
As God is my witness
I encomend my spirit soul
into the living God
and not to your plot.
I am not a dog but a human being
I am giver of life lover of life
not the **** that greedy enemies
paint me to you all.
Your partner in crime hell nurse nemrA his thousand page paperwork you two required of this patient
doesn't ring the wise senior bell
as any legit benefit
to this outpatient
not one bit

As God is my witness
my life matters.
No one owns me
neither does LA care medical,
nor the dental covert malignant fashist network of malignant
greefy thugs wellcare-easy choice!

No "Care first"!, home therapist is needed
nor anything you two proposed
your once per week exercising lessons deal is a joke.
for any two months once a week
what a ***** wolves deal scam!

Your malignant narcissistic requirements was understood requiring of me to sign vogus hundreds of documents
for over two hours paperwork
filled up all alone at home
but not in your office!!
doesn't ring the bell to being
legitimate or in patients best interest.

Death comes to all the filthy beast
such as yourselves
human beings too
but i won't participate
in my own demise for some
stranger's finantial gane.

My life matters
no real doctors would trash patients
nor call them paranoid like you called me on the phone.
This ex urgent care patient refuses to believe
averting danger to his ***** plot
I never hurt a fly
if I don't have to
why target me?

Sounds more like a life insurance policy scam where patient isn't
to take a hint of what ttouble
they are getting into
compliments
your malice and greed.

So Dr Lpoop..inares you savage
go to hell
see how I return
everything evil back to you
all you intended for my old age
and bind it to you and your ***** associates in crime for all eternity.

You **** bags of Earth
The devil isn't as manipulative
as your cruel deceiving trick
life insurance scam.
With one hand you write prescriptions
and with another you plot patients demise at your convenience!
and in my own home!

you are so easyly readable a malignant narcissist

1:-No whole body scan will be allowed 2:-No contrast galodemium metalic poison injected either as you sugested!

You didn't even order any blood lab work for me ever
legitimate doctors do order labs.
This beautiful in and out mother grandmother heroine has God's protection!

You requested for me an X-Ray for a lung lump! What lump?
On whose lung?-Not mine!
definitly not this person writing here!

Most likely your very own lung lump
Lpoop...inares your very black lung.
heartless soul you

The state of greed malice by thugs in sheep's clothings united in a team of scammers murderers and thieves
with their very dark geneologic tree plots running through
their ugly **** veins.
Medical graduate **** abounds as kegitimate ER front enterprise not so legit doctors nurses most all graduate young
owing so much in student loans debt
killing the elderly deceitfully
by pretending paperwork is needed
for bogus in home unecessary
therapy..
Randy Johnson Dec 2019
Even though you did me wrong, I've written a few poems about you.
You came in my house and stole some pills, that was a bad thing to do.
You also borrowed some money but didn't repay what you owed.
Sadly, you can't celebrate this Christmas because you died half a year ago.
This will be the first Christmas since 1969 that you're not alive.
You died six months ago today, you weren't able to survive.
You had a heart murmur but half a year ago, your heart stopped beating.
When it came to death, it was something you had no chance of defeating.
DEDICATED TO JOHN W. BROWN (1970-2019) WHO DIED ON JUNE 3, 2019.
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Reach out and touch
The reflective surface,
Nearly-perfect, infinite.
She's an unbreakable object held
Within stasis,
A long-durational sleeper,
Motionless in her far-off stare.

Time dilation may be absolute,
But there's no denial
Of a sundry smile
And questioning brow.

Glass divides she
From true self,
Kept in the hold
As priceless cargo
That once inspired the likes
Of da Vinci.

Thus Snow White wasn't quite dead
When the trap was sprung,
Her day lay in wait
For a kiss of life:
An event horizon.

Lift the lid
It did,
And with a centuries-old yawn,
She fixed her face upon
Her growing public,
And broke through
Hibernation,
To give birth to a star.
Randy Johnson Sep 2019
If John hadn't died because of drugs, he would've turned forty-nine today.
If John hadn't died, his fiftieth birthday would've been just one year away.
The paramedics had planned to perform CPR but they saw it was something John didn't need.
They quickly learned that performing CPR would've done no good so they did not proceed.
Sadly, John had died and he went to be with the Lord.
His arm was sticking upward, he was as stiff as a board.
I learned about the circumstances of his death from the people who he lived with.
John had done me wrong before he died and the time has come for me to forgive.
I had to threaten him with legal action because he'd been coming in my house and swiping some of my medicine.
I informed him that I'd have him arrested if he came on my property again.
Because of taking drugs, those drugs turned out to be John's noose.
Sadly, he was destined to die because of his many years of drug use.
DEDICATED TO JOHN BROWN (1970-2019) WHO DIED ON JUNE 3, 2019.
Randy Johnson Aug 2019
I stole one of Donald Trump's credit cards five years ago.
I spent ten million dollars and prison was where I had to go.
I bought a lot of expensive things, including a Ferrari.
I committed credit card fraud and I'm not at all sorry.
I hid everything I bought really well so that it can't be retrieved.
Trump has tried to find it but it's something he hasn't achieved.
Trump said he wouldn't press charges if I would give the merchandise back.
I gave him the finger and he spat on me so I had to give him a hard smack.
I slapped the taste out of the President's mouth and he started crying.
Even though Trump hasn't found the merchandise, he won't stop trying.
Yesterday, my sister planted a few of the stolen items in Hillary Clinton's house.
The police hauled Hillary away in handcuffs and they also arrested her spouse.
But Bill resisted arrest so the police had to use tear gas.
They also beat him with their billy clubs and kicked his ***.
The cops believe that Bill and Hillary were accomplices to my crime.
And that almost makes up for me having to do hard time.
Next page