"abou" poems
We, sometimes don't realize our greatness.
But someone above does.
We, sometimes feels left out.
But with Him above we are loved.
Believe this abou yourself.
You are blessed.
You must believe this.
God, wants us to confess this.
We alone determine our wealth.
And it's not about monytary richness.
But about your confidence from within.
Believe, you are blessed.
No other on earth can determine your confidence.
More than yourself.
We are blessed to live.
We are blessed to have.
We are blessed to give.
We are blessed to know.
We are blessed to love.
Believes these words.
You are blessed.
Just confess it.
Just speak this with truth.
We have favor with God.
Just accept it in your heart.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
HEY YOU
...who?
me?
YEAH!
Zoom out for a second, *******
While you're sitting there
Some sorry
Sob
Messed up
Girl
Who's so preoccupied
With every drift
In some idiot's mood
WILL YOU TAKE A FREAKING SECOND
And think about what you're doing?
Your GPA is probably off crying somewhere
In the fetal position
Stop worrying abou -
HEY YOU
YEAH YOU
WHEN DID YOU GET SO PISSY
yeah i'm wallowing in misery
but i'm only human!
i guess i shouldn't have
let him get to me
but he
is so sweet to me
when he wants to be...
Like I care!
You wanna be a failure
Forever?
You've been doing a great ******* job of it
For almost 20 years
Guess you don't wanna
Mess up your streak...
...well that was rude.
do you mind?
i can't help what's
on my mind
i really think i love this guy
just not the coward
he's shaping up to be
love should be anything but
cowardly...
FORGET ABOUT IT
Forget about him!
You don't have time for this!
See that great
Big
Ugly
Threatening
Thing over there?
Yeah, the one with the
Baseball bat
That's all the homework you've got
This weekend.
Stop being such a whiny ***
Pull it together.
alright!
alright!
i won't talk to him
tonight
i'll try
i will...
to get back on
track...
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 4:31 PM UTC
Being a parody of Abou ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt
(See glossary below for translation of italicized words)
By Yossel Zweben (1929- )
Moishe Ben Shlomo (may his nostrils drip!)
Awoke as they approached the landing strip
And saw within the cabin (business class)
A stewardess with an exciting ***
The badge pinned to her ***** said Lorraine.
A life of chutzpah had made Ben Shlomo vain
And to the well-endowed hostess he said
“I bet that I could land us on my head!”
The crew who had endured his endless yack,
Found this the straw that broke the camel’s back,
And to this trumped-up braggart they declared
“Our magazine contains a questionnaire
To test your aptitude to fly this plane.”
“What a metsieh,” thought Moish, wracking his brain
And mentally the crew echoed his thought
As, finally, they got the peace they sought.
When El Al published names that had been blessed.
Oy veh! Ben Shlomo’s name had failed the test.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:47 PM UTC
I am excited for your adventures,
But I fear I'm more excited
Than you are anymore.
We used to have fun,
Laughing and being silly,
Now it's hard to send a text
Without asking, "Really?!"
I want to knock some sense into your head,
I want you to know he isn't that great,
That you act differently now
And all because of some stupid date.
You may think I'm just jealous
But there is no reason to be,
I can be myself around my beau,
You won't and everyone else can see.
We played TMNT in college,
Our imaginations took control,
And now they can't because we're older.
Our lives now seem pretty dull.
I'll explain further,
If that's what you want.
Remember making ballon animals
instead of reading Kant?
Or maybe you'll remember
Our crazy delofting crew.
We tore down beds
For people we barely knew.
We used to do things on a whim,
But had responsibilities too,
You used to care abou your grades,
Now I question if you do.
We both survived college
And you had an awesome G.P.A.
Then he came along and well,
you ****** it all away.
Now it's all about drinking
And trying to be that girl.
We used to make fun of them,
The ones who had to wear pearls.
Now if you want to go this route,
Let me buy you some Uggs and a North Face.
Because no friend of mine would change
for a guy or to fit into a new place.
Don't get me wrong,
I want you to do well.
I just hope you don't settle for him
Because you aren't yourself.
He's a nice guy and I can tell he cares,
But until my friend's personality can return,
I won't like you two as a couple,
And I pray you'll eventually learn.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
Something about literature universally connecting people
something about verses that we can identify with
something about using words in the a way that makes people feel less alone
I see people using poems as band-aids
and poets writing poetry like their last saving grace
I don't know.
Some things hurt.
Some things burn
and bruise
and fester inside of you and run in circles around your mind
until it hurts to think about it any more
it hurts to read about it any more
it hurts to write abou-
my head hurts.
It hurts to write about this any more.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
"What writest thou?"The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
"And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,"
Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low,
But cheerly still; and said, "I pray thee, then,
Write me as one that loves his fellow men."
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night
It came again with a great wakening light,
And showed the names whom love of God had blest,
And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
hey, wanna watch a movie ?
yeah….. ahhhhh…….. sure
anything ?
no, well…… ha abou’………….. anything with Vin Diesel,
‘cept his last movie
…………………………………………….
and i say that after every one of his movies
……………………………………………..
well, its a system anyway
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
This is my confession statement.
I fantasize abou torture and killing
How to cover it up
Where the best place for ****** is
How to have the least witnesses
Ways to avoid emotional damage of the people who see the bodies.
Now for the confession.
I have tried to ****
More than once.
I make people cry.
I torture.
It's story time.
Here's some background.
There is this girl. She's the ugliest thing on this planet, and she's overweight. She has no friends and used to be a complete loner.
And I found my love and addiction to torture through her. I would cut her. I would take my knives and drag them across her skin. Sometimes over and over and over again in the same wound.
She will never forget me or what she is. I made permanently sure.
Now comes the interesting part. Her existence welcomed me into the darkness of her heart.
I didn't always hate her.
There was some part of me still left that didn't have the heart to put all my effort into killing her. For a while.
I started to like it though.
I attempted and pretended to **** her a lot. More times than I can count on two hands. And I liked it. I scared her so much and I helped teach her her worthlessness. I helped open her eyes to how terrible she is.
And here's a secret. I made her love those headaches she got from lack of oxygen she got when I would tighten the noose around her neck.
I made her beg for death but took away her oppertunity.
I hit, punched, sleep deprived, cut, burned, carved, scratched, pulled out hair, force fed pills, mentally tortured and oxygent deprived this stupid, ugly, useless, unwanted, weak, pathetic girl.
However, I never fully followed through.
Which is why I can write this.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
You are the one for me
My life's one desire
When I think or talk abou you
My face brightens up
Baby, Im crazy in love
I want to spend the rest of my life with you
Im nothing with out you in my life
You make me feel wanted and beautiful
When i hear your voice
I get a warm fuzzy feeling
Your constantly on my mind
Your all I think about
You are the one I love and cherish every day
Baby, tell me Im not crazy, tell me
That you feel the same way about me.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 9:03 AM UTC
A beautiful song sings my love for you
A beautiful song sings the fairytale between me and you
A beautiful song describe the wonderful you
A wonderful song sing about you
A beautiful song write about you
A beautiful song is creating the perfect hit about the love of me and you
Its a song what is remembering me about you, a song what is make me to think about you
A perfect song what is describe the chemestry between me and you
A song abou life
A song about the future where we,ll find ourselfs
A love song what will always bring us together and being there for each other forever.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
It's funny the world and how we embrace it,
Remember back when it was cool to be racist?
Then it was gays until they erased it,
Now it's ok , cause they went and changed it,
Opinions will change only when swayed to,
They brainwash the world and then they change it,
Don't be so blind to follow or hate it,
Change of opinion makes you amazing ,
The world doesn't work how they make it,
The people in power can't even change it.
they banned rap music because of a wake up,
the world would of got when someone related ,
addressed all the issues and problems ahead,
can't you see they're in your head , they want you to war and fight in their stead,
so they can move up, get further ahead.
a president, queen , or thaisoch today isn't the boss they don't have a say,
the only power they have at all, is to follow there orders and to what there told,
the funniest thing Abou it all, they hide it well,
but not at all,
create a few probable ways,
so we disagree and they'll be ok,
I wouldn't say I know myself what really happens Or how things went,
one thing I know this is for sure , it's not how it seems there's always more .
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
I found...
Myself in a Room,
IT was very lonely,
I was alone ever since five years,
There was a knock on the door,
There was a shadow i froze,
IT took me down with one blow,
She didnt care abou human lives still,
She was just standing there waiting for her next ****
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
Polished pedestal,
solid and steady.
Up you go, my dear;
get yourself ready.
I will gawk and stare;
kneel, praise and compare.
Until my knees bruise,
ego worse for wear,
eyes ache and vocal
chords all waste away.
So, tell me abou-
nevermind darling.
Your charcater is
near done constructing.
Oct 26, 2024
Oct 26, 2024 at 6:45 PM UTC