Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#squad
I knew and I still know. I knew that I didn't belong when we were still a circle. I still know that I don't even in the hemicycle. It doesn't matter if were whole, when every step feels like a broken glass that is scattered all over the place. when you thought that having a lot is many, learn from master oogway... "the more you take, the less you have".
0
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
"3 vs 8"
oh so you're engaged now madly in love huh well that's funny isn't it I'm kind of the same but mostly just mad
0
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
madly in love, sadly with you
We are pack United as one, we attack Nothing can stand before the wolf pack A pack united is unstoppable But a lone wolf is trivial End to end, we ruled the map If you thought you were free, it was only a trap And if were satiated, we might even cap But there was a shift in power, and the STDs ruled from above Death poured down from on high And "cancer" was written in the sky These big guns divided the pack We became lone wolves, and trivial We cannot stand before this attack We remember when we were united as a wolf pack We were pack
0
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
World of Tanks - Poem to my Old Squad
Some poor sod had it up the line: his nerves went or lost his way in war's battlement, was charged and shot against some wall by other soldiers down from the Front. But he'd been quite brave up until then, boys in half a year turned into men; bombs, mud, lice and rats and all around death in dark colours, yet he'd seen and shouldered that and sat and smoked and joked like the rest- then something turned him or he lost his way in noise and shell. Some poor sod lies where other bodies lay waiting silently to be moved away. Albert said no more on that memory of war, but sat and smoked and waited for the chime for dinner as he had before.
0
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
Some Poor Sod 1915.
I miss my friends The squad goals that never end Four personalities well meshed Inspiring artistic trends And devouring all life has The white is black Salinas is back To life inside this sack Of flesh and bones fully intact A beautiful heart where nothing lacks Colombia is crazy Pops ****** and makes them hazy Disrespect her she'll beat you endlessly But her heart of gold so full of love Her home a place of rest for me Gerlt! the artist Intellectual and passionate The alien prodigy Ambitious creator Bringing art to reality Jon the ****** Forrest *** freako Fifty shades of foolishness Open minded to all people No empathy for you though Squad Kronicles Taking on new challenges Unmasking new ideas Reaching new levels Aliens amongst normal peoples JM 4/29/17
0
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
Squad Kronicles
I'm like a member of the Poetry Cheerleading Squad Everyone gets a poem instead of t-shirts Because everybody wins here Nobody loses tonight Life is very hard to win at, so i'm giving everyone a freebie if that's what is going to make them feel better. I'd do anything to cease the issues in this very land.
0
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Everybody Gets A Poem
All this kush we smoke With a Gatorade makeshift **** Ja know that its no joke, Ja know it won't be long! I can hear the bowl piece roll This **** is not airtight For when I try to light my bowl It jingles through the night, OH! Jingle **** Jingle **** Jingle all the way! It's no fun To simply bun With a loose fitting **** all day, HEY! Jingle **** Jingle **** Jingle all the way! The whole squad sings Our bowl piece rings And everyone feels ok!
0
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
Jingle ****
Its amazing how fast the world can change. Its astonishing how something so similar to a peace corps, can turn into a firing squad without even knowing about it. how it can go from caring and understand, to demanding and humiliating. It has grown to extreme to control. The fear of being shot to death if an argument starts, and a strong chance you'll never get up. Something so simple, that might not even involve you, can get you taken to the shooting range. begging for forgiveness or trying to rebel. the firing squad knows no mercy. not any more, anyways. A man with little to no power will stay with the peace corps. will be there with open arms. A man who demands power will BE the firing squad. will be there to break arms. A man who asks himself the wrong questions. Asking "why won't the corps help or stay with me ?" As he continues to demand from others. selfish. selfish man. Why doesn't he ask himself the honest question: "why did I leave?"
0
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Firing Squad