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GET OVER STUPID HABITS ... GOSH! @desire.is.dope 2-25-19 1744HRS
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
GOSH
Noah's Yellow Arches Once upon a time when people lived long Men walked with god but something went wrong God spoke to Noah upset by the violence Both men were solemn consumed by a silence At the end of the almighty's speech Noah imagined the heights he could reach His family were chosen to start a clean slate A flood would be coming from the heavens of hate His sons were engaged to build a boat A vessel unimagined by the average bloke They sawed through timber from dawn till it dusked A death warrant signed, they kept it all hushed They gathered a brace of every fair beast And harvested grain for the meagrest feast They bound it in cypress and raised a roof The Ark set sail in search of the truth For forty long nights and for forty dark days Rain fell from the sky in tumultuous ways The deserts were soaked, valleys were drowned All others perished and Noah was crowned He walked to the deck saw doves in the sky A wry sense of irony crept from his eye A feeling rose up in this most pious a man Why was he chosen to manage this plan? He sat sea sick and contemplative The new most important original native As his pride bubbled his confidence grew He thought himself king, with ideas a new Why have i toiled in the mud and the rain Working for a god who is both fickle and vain He tells me he loves me then leaves us in drought My children catch fevers my crops never sprout He spoke to his keeper an old Mr Macdonald he'd served him for years with his trusty son Ronald when we make land our new life will be sweet because I'm in charge now and were gonna eat no more will we plan for a balanced tomorrow we'll gorge ourselves on all we can swallow these beasts we hold captive will never be free we'll farm them so quickly to stupidity Start with the chickens they've had too much space pack them in cages then hormonally lace imagine twenty thousand in one small field we'll fatten our bellies on the omelettes they yield of course some will perish before they can breed so grind those ones back into chicken feed don't worry about size or when you should slaughter to make up the difference we'll pump em with water Now as you all know my favourite is beef the succulent flavour of steak through the teeth for this will require the clearing of trees 'the end of all forests' I'll sign the decrees But Noah what about the bats and the frogs get to work Ronald and chop me some logs by the way boss we'll need more grain the cattle eat half its hard to sustain The chemicals used might pollute not please and there's always the chance of mad cow disease Dont worry my boys i've thought all this through on both bats and frogs there's little to chew the grass we'll genetically alter its code keep all the seeds so no one should know the illness will be named variently call it something fun like human cjd enough of your moaning i want this thing branded not talking pokers, I want yellow arches clown handed I want plastic wrapped around toys in a box I want diabetes disguised as a healthy detox I don't care for soil and **** the oceans not even bothered about factory explosions as long as the workers are fat or obese their children are stupid and easy to fleece Noah stood defiant as the Ark hit the shore he clenched at his chest his left arm was sore Ronald enquired about a subsidiary Noah's heart exploded he died in the sea Ronald opened his doors in 1940.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
Noah's yellow arches
Noah's Yellow Arches Once upon a time when people lived long Men walked with god but something went wrong God spoke to Noah upset by the violence Both men were solemn consumed by a silence At the end of the almighty's speech Noah imagined the heights he could reach His family were chosen to start a clean slate A flood would be coming from the heavens of hate His sons were engaged to build a boat A vessel unimagined by the average bloke They sawed through timber from dawn till it dusked A death warrant signed, they kept it all hushed They gathered a brace of every fair beast And harvested grain for the meagrest feast They bound it in cypress and raised a roof The Ark set sail in search of the truth For forty long nights and for forty dark days Rain fell from the sky in tumultuous ways The deserts were soaked, valleys were drowned All others perished and Noah was crowned He walked to the deck saw doves in the sky A wry sense of irony crept from his eye A feeling rose up in this most pious a man Why was he chosen to manage this plan? He sat sea sick and contemplative The new most important original native As his pride bubbled his confidence grew He thought himself king, with ideas a new Why have i toiled in the mud and the rain Working for a god who is both fickle and vain He tells me he loves me then leaves us in drought My children catch fevers my crops never sprout He spoke to his keeper an old Mr Macdonald he'd served him for years with his trusty son Ronald when we make land our new life will be sweet because I'm in charge now and were gonna eat no more will we plan for a balanced tomorrow we'll gorge ourselves on all we can swallow these beasts we hold captive will never be free we'll farm them so quickly to stupidity Start with the chickens they've had too much space pack them in cages then hormonally lace imagine twenty thousand in one small field we'll fatten our bellies on the omelettes they yield of course some will perish before they can breed so grind those ones back into chicken feed don't worry about size or when you should slaughter to make up the difference we'll pump em with water Now as you all know my favourite is beef the succulent flavour of steak through the teeth for this will require the clearing of trees 'the end of all forests' I'll sign the decrees But Noah what about the bats and the frogs get to work Ronald and chop me some logs by the way boss we'll need more grain the cattle eat half its hard to sustain The chemicals used might pollute not please and there's always the chance of mad cow disease Dont worry my boys i've thought all this through on both bats and frogs there's little to chew the grass we'll genetically alter its code keep all the seeds so no one should know the illness will be named variently call it something fun like human cjd enough of your moaning i want this thing branded not talking pokers, I want yellow arches clown handed I want plastic wrapped around toys in a box I want diabetes disguised as a healthy detox I don't care for soil and **** the oceans not even bothered about factory explosions as long as the workers are fat or obese their children are stupid and easy to fleece Noah stood defiant as the Ark hit the shore he clenched at his chest his left arm was sore Ronald enquired about a subsidiary Noah's heart exploded he died in the sea Ronald opened his doors in 1940.
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I look around at the hollow faces surrounding me. They show no emotion or any sign of knowing what they were doing to the kid. He braces himself against a locker, nose broken, unable to stand up, and they keep going. I know when I joined their group I signed up to make people lives miserable, but I never wanted to hurt them. I stare at the kid that pain displayed on his face. He has a look of pure hatred written all over his face, I want to tell them to stop but I can’t. I turn on my heels and walk away. They yell after me to come back and get some of the action, but I can’t. This poor kid did nothing to deserve this, but I can’t bring myself to stop him. I walk out and get in the car. I turn the ignition and drive away. I was most of their way of getting home but I don’t care. I need to be alone. I signed up to hurt others, not thinking of the consequence, all I wanted was to be popular, but the price was much higher than I thought it would be. My soul.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Bulliying
STOP YOUR BOYS Yeah, I know but you read it right. That's what I can come up with even if you argue or fight. Why are girls always the one to stop going out? Stop your boys even if they get angry or they shout. Make a new rule at home & don't let your boys move out after 8, No matter how old are they whether 14 or 28. You must have seen parents waiting for their daughters at bus stops. To make sure they're ok calling them 100 times at tops. See the other way around, wait for your boys there. Call them 100 times if you see them nowhere. Why should girls be afraid from the boys sitting at every corner of the street? Those boys should be punished whenever this misbehavior they repeat. Teasing every girl with their GANG is fun that's what everyone thinks. This is the reason why we can't develop enough and that's why our nation stinks. Stop your boys from moving out of the home after 8. Else sitting there, just to tease them, for every passing girl they'll wait. Why are girls supposed to live their lives in restriction? Make a law like this that's what I expect whoever has this jurisdiction. None of this is their fault then why are they hiding? Why should they cry? They're not meant to remain inside, give them wings and please let them fly.
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Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 9:08 AM UTC
STOP YOUR BOYS
I cannot bare see, someone so close to me whom I care so much for, throw away their life so quickly.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
Please Don't!
stop it. don't pop it lock it drop it I'm serious this isn't an idiom you idiot you look dumb as a *** to sum it. stop it.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
lock it
there she is all 'innocent' -PLEASE the funny thing is that she yet still thinks that I don't know that she was and still is at fault that she is the reason for all the confusion and drama the sad thing is that I actually thought that she was different well I was kind of right- never met anyone that deceiving I actually thought that she had my back that I can count on her that I can trust her but apparently I was oh so very wrong that lying little.......................... but life is too precious to waste on fools like that its not funny and its not acceptable but yet I still forgive and forget now I am used to having another one just coming at me one by one testing my patience but they don't get to me as much as they used to there will always be another one waiting patiently for me BUT THIS TIME I WILL BE READY!
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
ANOTHER ONE?!
don't wait 4 someone 2 tell u 2 stop being foolish! be the best u can b let haters b haters and let u b u! its stupid  why do u just hide in a corner? get out there! be the life changer you were made to be let them say whatever you are uniquely made! have pride and never let anyone take that way from you EVRER!! stand up 4 yourself!
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
live yuh life
im unstable and crazy and panicked and angry and all of the terrible things im foolish and weak and frightened and bleak and all of the terrible things im annoying and reckless and deadly and worthless and all of the terrible things
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
Better Off Dead, You Say? Why, Yes.
You don't text me for months and months Then suddenly you have the nerve to say "Hey how are you?" Then I don't hear a word from you for a full week, and suddenly my phone buzzes once again with a message from you. Apparently you miss me. That doesn't even make sense, I'm not the type people miss. Why are you doing this to me? Telling me I used to make you nervous when I sat near you, saying you were too scared to even make eye contact with me, and I throw my phone at the couch because you need to stop this. It's not fair. Stop doing this to me.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Stop doing this to me. Please.
To me, fear is the epitome of her, Icy cold, blistering, scorching hot. Indecisiveness, living in a Nightmare. Her hand, from which supported me As I wobbled on my two feet, That carried me when the world Was out to get me. Ironic, How is has become a weapon, Along with her mouth, And I feel like dying... Every second you are here, Every sight of you makes me heart Beat faster. And I try not to think but I still think I cannot help it. And the words that come out are from my deepest fears **** you! Get lost you piece of **** Get out and never come back! ******* You pig, you monster..." And people will think I'm exaggerating, that it's no big deal. But it is. And I spend my nights wishing I could die, Or at least sink into the ground, be buried alive. Oh I bet she wouldn't notice anyway. As now I sit in my locked bedroom, Its half past 1am. I want to be a filial daughter, return everything Back to you. I imagine that would be fun. For me at least. But for now I rejoice, I won't be yours anymore. And this poem, I will Keep secret, for fear Of discovery. For once, you won't own everything.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
You won't have this
Stop insulting yourself You're saying unforgivable things about someone I deeply care about
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Stop it
"oh really, you write poetry? you don't look like you would" "so what exactly does a person who expresses thoughts through writing look like?" "no it's just that you are so manly and stuff" "hmm...what makes me so manly? the way i dress?" "that and you play sports" "so let me get this straight, because i dress in boyish clothes and choose to stay fit through structured physical exercise i must be manly and also incapable of having the intellectual and spiritual ability to express my deepest thoughts into beautifully written relatable words?" "i...umm...i didn't.." "yes you did. before you judge someone at least make sure you know them. i may seem one way but trust me there are many layers to my being that you can't even imagine. i don't blame you for your ignorance because you are unaware that you even are, but next time you don't have an excuse"
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
don't be that person