#donation
Emily, by far
Is the cutest vampire,
I'll ask for her hand
After I retire,
Her gentle attention
Doth drive me wild,
Although some folks whisper
She looks like a child.
From what I've read
Vampires don't age,
In today's society
That's all the rage,
A fountain of youth
Awaits at my door,
And if she'll give me a bite
We will be forever more.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 1:11 AM UTC
Only every eight weeks
Can I donate whole blood,
Not like the old days
Nothing else, I'm a dud,
Not platelets and plasma
In one single session,
Thus, whole blood it is
My singular expression.
I'm worried you see
If I pick the wrong day,
Eight weeks from now
Blood Chick might be away,
Off on a boat trip
Or skiing at Vail,
She won't be here to comfort
Her least favorite male.
Stalkers and such
We get a bad rap,
I'm just donating blood
Like Corona on tap,
Not the best of all beers
But I might save a life,
And face it, I'm not looking for
A replacement wife.
But I would like my Nurse
To be you know who,
Emily of course
And not number two,
Because that one doesn't care
If she misses my vein,
No, she's an iron maiden
When it comes to giving pain.
Emily, my vampire
Is gentle with blood,
She smiles and giggles
And says I'm a stud,
Meanwhile I am drifting
Near death in a slumber,
And in my dream she told me
Her special phone number.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 1:09 AM UTC
Emily:
She held my hand
And squeezed my finger,
Though poised with a lance
I wanted her to linger,
Because her look of concentration
Displayed her finest features,
Then she speared my finger
Oh my; what a creature.
Fair skin and beauty
I couldn't ask for more,
Oh yes, vampiric women
I surely adore,
And when that drop of blood came
There was a smile on her lips,
As I pondered the future
With the sway of her hips.
Sure, this is but a fantasy
Of my dusty imagination,
Securely embedded
In juvenile infatuation,
I'm the first to admit
I'm stuck at age fourteen,
Be that it may
She's the blood chick queen.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 12:51 AM UTC
Emily
That woman, she took my blood,
When I swooned
I fell with a thud,
Awoke light-headed
Like a spinning jenny,
Not only my blood
But the blood of many.
Emily
Caught my eye at first,
Before I understood her thirst,
No, I won't argue
She was really cute,
I needed to see her....
I was resolute.
Emily
Looks so young, that kid,
When I came to donate
She had the highest bid,
And now I'm drained
I guess; good to the last drop,
Emily, I begged
Oh please, don't stop.
Emily
So caring, she held my hand,
After I swooned
I could no longer stand,
I was laid on the gurney
And they lowered my head,
I was too weak to grasp
To pull her onto my bed.
Emily
She stood to the side,
I caught a little smirk
Plus a wink and I sighed,
Knowing she tried to drain me
I guess I have a good taste,
She whispered in my ear:
"To the last drop; I mustn't waste".
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 12:48 AM UTC
20 Cents
The guy gave the war concern 20 cents
This was enough to buy ten bullets
Which would **** ten enemy soldiers
If fired accurately by a good soldier
He'd give more if he could afford it
But he was jobless and skint
20 cents was all he could afford
Bread and coffee cost money
Even if cheaper thru the VA
His benefits were little not enough
So he just gave 20 cents
To the war collection team
When they knocked on his door
It brought back memories
Vietnam and Central America
Plus other deniable places
Still alive in his head
He didn't like Russians
So 20 cents was fine
The cost of ten bullets
For a competent soldier
He prayed they wouldn't miss
Once he was a soldier
With many good kills
All of them Russians...
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:30 PM UTC
I think I'm stranded
The tides are changing and I'm stuck in the rocks
The water is neckdeep and scared of drowning
Everyone has helped but that's why I'm not dead yet
They've done all they can and I'm alone
Please, please help, I don't want to drown
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
I had a dream
Leaping stone to stone
Above a stream
Beneath me faces
Of the dead and old
Around the mist
Of the silent cold
I ran from place to place
Enflaming candlelight
Step by step along
A never ending staircase
Arriving on the top of
A tower, left alone
Haunted by a wooden rockinghorse
I threw down marble stone
By which I made a sacrifice
To fires burning bright
That saved me with its blazing flame
Within this bitter night
(And when I woke I saw it clear
As morning sun after a storm
My memories I couldn't bear
Still stuck in me like roses thorns)
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
_'Now, make sure you've sterilised those instruments well. I want no complications with this one,' I say to my rookie assistant.
I carefully lay out the gleaming stainless-steel blades and check that all is in order. We're waiting on a last minute ***** donation to complete the procedure and although the timing is unorthodox, I'm confident of success. The pleural resection should be reasonably straightforward. If anything, it's the closure that bothers me...and the possibility of problems further down the line.
From outside comes the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt. Then the kitchen door bursts open. 'Mommy, Mommy, we got it! The last one.' My six-year old holds the bag of chicken giblets up triumphantly. I smile at my father as he appears with the rest of the Thanksgiving groceries and passes them to my son. 'Right, so who's going to help me stuff this bird?'_
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Many times
i have seen
sewing my t-shirt
while i am in
farmland.
M,any times
i have seen
talking to with
my gay-partner.
While i am
in firework,
Many times
i have seen
turning your e-scooter
towards my
private old age home.
while i collecting the
donation online.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
It's so loud - like a thunder
like the storm of the girl she was
quick as lightning and gone
It's so loud
louder than ever
I don't remember her heart
being so loud
so proud of my little girl
I didn't find enough time
to listen to her
to listen to her heart
to listen to her heart beats
I didn't find moments to hold her
I could have told her
- look after your heart
it's so easily snatched away
I didn't hold her
---- hear her
--------- dance with her
nearly enough to know her heart
I wasn't nearly father enough
Listen
listen to her heart
with so much more life to give
with more life to live
Listen to me
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
ONLY for dear Eliot and his Amount
that’s in my serious head that counts
WOW! Dear Poetess, (referring to a best friend)
Your rhyming skill comes up to the HP service,
I mean surface,
ah, phonetically it sounds the same,
no one to blame,
in fact, I am an evangelist
and that's for HP true bliss,
IF I think what it is as it IS,
ah, that bliss
we may give through to dear Eliot as he IS,
he needs that amount
for his account
is also our account
as we all mount here
our creations
for many nations
worldwide
nothing to hide
as it comes only to demand that amount
for his and our account
his special baby
his special lady
seriously this is a thought-provoking one
huge one,
non comparing please, to none
but If I may say
not as huge and difficult as the Mount Everest,
the New Zealander Edmund Hillary and the Sherpa Tenzing Norgay
mounted the world's highest mountain,
is more than that, I reckon,
it is also known in Nepal as the Sagarmatha, now I start to sing
and it flows till Tibet as the Chomolungma, haha!
Remember this poem is just for Eliot from our dear HelloPoetry
from me, just the simple and humble Sylvia
as usual as we are creating poems for HP
we are oft in greatest glee
please don’t forget
the pure meaning and close target
of my poem today
well, I wanna say
make way
and hurry up to donate
an up-to-date
firm donation
as fewest as you can
but of course IF you can
as much and many as you are able
for our dear Eliot knight of our Round Table
he is fighting for this most important strife
we must help him ‘coz we are also part of this ardent life
worthwhile
for the apps mobile
HelloPoetry has become true famous worldwide
please help Eliot as quickest with this
‘coz this bliss for him, is also our bliss
and then we can create and send many a mile
our loved poems through our mobile
be noticed that I have done this blend
in a few seconds of moment
I have done this only for dear Eliot
may we have in the nearest future
for our poems a better structure
spending more time at our mobile on this spot
then we will enjoy a very lot
greatest glee and happiness for our dear Eliot!
This concise
I hope you’ll regard it as nice
thought it would be a brevity
as you can see I ain’t that wise….
PLEASE, don’t forget the Donation
then we can say to Eliot: Felicitation!
Sylvia Frances Chan
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Death strode tall
On his midnight stroll
Ticking names off
His unfurled scroll.
Met a man pious
Deep in solemn prayer
Calling for Salvation
To the Father up there.
Met a woman old
Singing chants and hymns
Pleading for Moksha
From this life of sin.
Met a boy kneeling
His head bowed low.
Praying for Jannah,
If He should grant him so.
Death reaped them all
Torn from blood and bone.
Took away their souls
And kept them for his own.
Met the small girl,
Her gaze reaching his.
"Any last prayer?" asked Death.
"Before I plant my kiss."
"Just tell me if the lad
Mine eyes, now his,"
"Will there be," She asked,
"A smile on his lips?"
Death turned away,
From the girl and her soul.
For her name had faded,
From the scribblings on his scroll.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
By the soul and it's order and porportion given to it
Inspired by it's wickness and righteousness each spirit strives
for it's own clear goal, wether that be nihilistic in some eyes,
or of great worth to others, each soul has been brought with
the greatest of purity at its time of birth.
Corrupting it is as simple as purifying it, but the evil, shades,
seduces tempts and leads astray to which a soul poorly responds.
Desires, wishes, hopes and dreams of them differ in many unique,
fantastic or irritational, preculiar and dark.
However, each spirit of a living being shares one similarity,
It is, as simple as it may appear, just the wish and dream to live
a life in carefree attitudes and a happy manner.
Of course, wealth too is amongst those shared desires, but this
world is cruel, brutal and shows no mercy as others have too much
and others have almost none at all.
Oh you of humble birth, patience, tollerance, compassion, love are
making this world a better place.
So give from your wealth and purify your soul by such,
in the remembrance of the poor, oppressed, depressed, abused,
starving human beings, whom could at least have it a little better.
And each soul runs on a clear course, determined to meet it's fate
when the sunset of its life has arrived and death becomes a cover.
~ Umi
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
I've donated world
For the sake of my Lord's smile
Else nothing worthwhile
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
A single moment
Spent in Your remembrance
Is more precious than
Those spent in whole life
O' my Lord!
As the remembrance can not be donated
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
service failure the ***** will offer
there's something medically askew with it
the usual role is proving so unfit
a second chance in a transplant's proffer
another dies to bring life back again
wellness being redeemed by precious gift
the recipient receives a big lift
living's joy restored out of the rain
someone's kind donation affording breath
so that the period of existence stays
a healthy liver performing its job
for not to have this giving there'd be death
the bestowment allows those future days
gratitude felt within a person's cob
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
Though life is priceless
And invaluable,
To be frank,
The blood, one donates
To a blood bank,
An oasis in
Life-devoid desert
A delivering mother's
An accident victim's
A nation defending
Soldier's life,
Helps to regain back!
What a lofty task!
What a lofty task!
Donating the resilient blood
Does not affect
Our health's statuesque,so
Once in a while
Let us learn,to a nearby
Blood bank to go!
When sinks in the idea,
Of such a holy venture
Following suit
All will nurture the culture!
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Shootings, shootings everywhere
Forty-nine face down in the mud
But who will save our rainbow lives
When we can't give rainbow blood?
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
This is Eliot, from Hello Poetry. I hate to bother you, but I need to raise funds to keep Hello Poetry running.
If you're able, Hello Poetry could really use your support now. Buying sunshine, donations through paypal, or spreading the word-- anything helps!
http://hellopoetry.com/donate/
Let me know if you have any questions or feedback.
All the best,
Eliot
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
His blood ran down the fogged mirror.
Even after the final breath had escaped,
life hung around, wounded but out there,
counting how many heartbeats it takes to forgive.
Hair stuck to faces. His, hers.
Unsaying the words was of no use now.
Vows to save lives they had spoken,
but only one of them had kept that word.
She had known he’d be the one to follow through,
moved as he was by the pain of another,
strong as he was to disregard his own.
His parts would be carved out, divided,
to give another sight in eyes, air in lungs, blood in veins.
He must not have considered
he’d give her heart up for donation too.
That by saving all these strangers,
he’d **** the very person
whose vow was only ever meant
to just keep him alive.
He’d live on in others, mothers, fathers,
who’d pass on the breath he’d so selflessly shared.
She took her hands from the glass,
wiped his blood from her skin,
looked up in the mirror and ****** that final breath of his in.
His organs might be taken to give another hope.
But the air from his lungs was hers to breathe,
his life to live on in her.
Her heart might never again be beating,
and her life might be spent walking among dead.
But at least she’d find him there,
where he’d prepared the way.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
A needle through my vein,
and it runs, into a bag.
To be donated to someone,
someone who needs it
more than I do.
I happily give, but in return
receive two biscuits and
a bottle of water.
My body will regenerate it.
My soul will never feel it.
My life will never need it.
A bag of myself,
for someone else is given.
Appreciated it is,
as an unknown face,
that smiles on receiving.
A piece of myself is gone,
in the process of giving.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
In my heart
I kept you
I hold you dearly -
Closely;
The thought of losing you
Makes my heart ache -
Painfully.
Those days I spent
Without you,
I feel like dying
Of loneliness.
But now,
I have set you free -
Free from me,
May you be happier
With your new life,
With the new people in your life.
I know,
She will take care of you,
Love you
More that I could offer you now.
I might not have much time
To spend with you now;
You might just be lonely alone
And that is the last thing that I want to happen;
I only want you
To be loved
And feel loved
Forever.
I may be far away from you now
But in my heart,
You will always be here.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC