"attends" poems
*A nerd who loves
numbers and letters.
A nerd who wears geeky
glasses and attends all
her classes. A nerd who
bathes in literature every
night and can speak to him
in the language of poetry.
He fell in love with a nerd
like me* ~
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Please tell me whats goin on.
Help me understand what went wrong.
I badly need a full proof explanation.
Look at whats happening to the nation.
Is this the best that the government can do?
People always dying infront of me and you.
Poor families still burried in the mud.
In position still are the ones making the country look bad.
Nobody hears the cry of millions.
Every leader only attends to themselves and takes no action.
Sixteen presidents that didnt have eyes to see the real situation.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:33 PM UTC
I am at the party I did not want to attend
I am at the party although I would rather be at home in bed
I am at the party and I cannot find the girl who invited me
I am at the party and oh my god where should I stand
I am at the party and I am feeling grateful for the pack of cigarettes I bought before I came, now I have something to do with my hands
I am at the party and everyone seems to be speaking a foreign language I can't understand
I am at the party and no thank you I don't want a drink
I am at the party and I already said no, please leave me alone
I am at the party and I'm sorry I'm not trying to be rude
I am at the party and why am I sorry I haven't done anything wrong
I am at the party and I am trying hard to blend in with the patterns on the wallpaper
I am at the party and I am focusing on seeping into the furniture and into the floor and into the soil
I am at the party and it's been 30 minutes is it okay for me to leave yet
I am at the party and why don't these people have any pets
I am at the party and the line for the bathroom is way too long where am I going to hide now
I am at the party and I am texting myself would-be poems that will gather dust as drafts
I am at the party and I should really learn how to dance
I am at the party and I look across the room and I see you
I am at the party and she is biting your lip, her fingers in your hair
I am at the party and you look happier with her than you ever did with me
I am leaving the party as quickly and calmly as my legs will carry me
I am leaving the party and it's okay I'm okay everything is going to be okay
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
We live in an age
Where people go
From home to
Work or school
And return back.
Knowing who
Works with
Or attends class
With them...
But nobody knows
The people who live
Next to,
In front of,
Or behind them
I mean,
What are neighbours anyway?
God teaches us:
"Love your neighbour
As you love yourself"
And although this may not
Necessarily be
The literal neighbour,
They too fall into
This group
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Greater than all created things summed up
And multiplied by immortality,
The LORD attends to every buttercup
And blade of grass and bird and bumblebee.
The greatest knows the least; and every man
His every hair has been accounted for;
And all of him is fitted to God's plan
The world and all creation to restore.
Everything's His to give or take or loan,
And nothing lies beyond His lone control.
Everything's His, and every _thing_ is known
By Him who sees all parts and every whole.
He understands, both root and all, and all
In all, the flower in the crannied wall.
Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 6:18 PM UTC
Je ne sais plus quel jour nous sommes
J'ai peur du temps qui passe, qu'il s'en aille et me laisse, toute seule et toute bleue, la corde au cou, pendue au cerisier, du gravier plein la bouche
Ce n'est pas moi la folle mais bien toi et juste toi
Écoute mon cri
Compare-le à ton silence, à tes mensonges
C’est bon, tellement bon, d’écrire sur ta musique
J’ai peur de perdre la tête
JE VAIS PERDRE LA TETE
Il y a Kerouac, ses mots, tes mots et encore Kerouac
Il y a l’espoir, aussi
L’espoir sur ta musique
J’écris à en perdre la tête
JE VAIS PERDRE LA TETE
Mais cela ne m’appartient plus, tu ne m’appartiens plus et je voudrais tant m’endormir dans tes bras sur mon sofa rouge
M’endormir avec toi, m’endormir dans tes bras et juste, s’il te plaît, que ton prochain appel soit celui qui m’avertira de ta mort.
Personne ne peut comprendre
Qu’il ne comprend rien
Je ne me sens pas très bien ce soir
J’écris, mais je n’ai pas la tête suffisamment hors de mon corps
Je n’attends plus rien
Ne m’attends plus à rien
Je voudrais que ça s’arrête
Çà va s’arrêter
Je ne savais pas
Je n’avais pas compris
Je vais me faire cuire du riz
Je voudrais disparaître maintenant
Fais-moi disparaître
Car tout à jamais t’appartiendra
Y compris mon cadavre dans le fossé.
Ce n'est pas moi la folle mais toi et juste toi
Désolée d'avoir dû te couper la tête.
Maintenant que le trou s'est refermé
Que le vide s'est rempli
Je me tais pour toujours.
Je ne me sens vraiment pas bien
J’écris sans exister, à me tapoter le thymus dans un vide noirâtre et purulent
Mais ça va aller
Bien sûr que ça va aller
Je suis bien plus forte que le néant.
Laisse- moi disparaître.
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
The Tenderness
My hand slow motion falls, with the soft of the gentlest rain,
sensed,
but not disturbing, nay reassuring,
by the quality of the sensation, rolling caresses over
the hillocks of her body, outlined beneath the
Sea of Coverlets
My arm rotates and reverses, back forth, up down,
as if it were a well oiled engine, the hand strokes with
a smooth four cylinder stroke, gentle coating the panorama of
her body on the surface of our Planet-of-the-Bed.
The woman does not stir, meaning the dewey doux
intensity of my touch, there sufficient to please but
not disturb, is a perfect ten, for I intuit, that she attends
to my comforting attentions, with pleasure
by the
absence of objection.
This will not be the first poem I have written on this day,
but though not premiered, the experience is newly born
with each escapade of tenderness delivered, and steel hard
iron of ironies, it please. me as much if not more, for fully
awake and alert, am receiving by the giving and though
she stirs not, my heart does, for the electrical pulses of my
soothing her, soothe me in much the same way.
This is how I make love in the morning.
This is why this Poems is well titled and entitled as
“The Tenderness”
Jul 25, 2023
Jul 25, 2023 at 6:54 AM UTC
No crocus' will bloom at the bed of this hill
as Orcus attends the open chest, spilled
into a lake that drowns these broken oaths.
Along with the words pronounced the most
in pages of prose spoke in endeavor.
Like the perpetual lie, "I'll love you forever."
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
salle de concert,
salle des corps transpirants & glissants
salle de semi à poil
comment tu t’appelles ?
champ de Mars,
champ des conneries & des concessions
champ de refus
tu m’avais manqué
coin de la rue,
coin de sms à la con
coin d’attente
ne m’appelle plus jamais
taxi de Paris
taxi de vulgarité
taxi de fatigue
je vous vire à cause de ces mots
taxi de St. Germain
taxi de Charonne
vous êtes lesbiennes?
taxi du vieux pervert
embrasse-moi juste une fois
nuit de jeudi
nuit de j’ai trop bu
nuit quotidienne
j’attends demain
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
What if I tell you a story
deeper than a true love’s kiss,
One in which the truth prevails
and it leaves your soul abyss?
What if the mistress of evil
trusted a human once,
An innocent girl who left her solitude
just to watch her wings get burned.
What if Ursula’s deal was fair
all she wanted was to sing,
Are only royal blood allowed to dream
Is that why she was banished by the king?
What if Snow White was in pretense
a girl who helped others mend,
And right after the poisoned apple
Evil Queens heart was under her bed.
What if villains were just humans
without lamps or slippers or prince,
They live without a fairy Godmother
and are deprived of fairytale endings.
They don’t get a knight in armour
or magic genie on the street,
They survive all alone
waiting for their demise to meet.
They walk on broken shards
while the princess attends the ball,
Can you blame them for wanting
to watch the fairest of them to fall?
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
I had this tremendous fear.
The mist soon all around;
The water around capsizes.
Substance attends, a funeral of sorts.
I've never ventured this far.
Soon they return, looking back.
Fleeing wildish scream.
My former thought bold.
Such my hope.
Resurfacing the ill fated.
The thought of sinking.
Forced to roam in darkness.
Where would I place my feet.
Perplexed, nothing was the same.
Cold, unable to find comfort.
I drifted, longing to chance the size of waves.
Distant waters courteous in expectation.
I too braced for it.
Becoming motionless.
Awaiting descent.
Not all ships sink.
The voyage extended from strangers eyes.
When the wind stops and the sail settles.
Some peculiar gaze, heavily weighed in length.
The ship sinks.
But this I feel far too late.
I am at the bottom.
The bottom of her heart
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
« Notre amour était mon seul arme
Aujourd’hui j’ai que des larmes
Notre confiance était le seul accord
Maintenant le doute tue votre propre âme
J’ai compris votre jalousie mais
N’oublies pas que je suis une femme
Une femme amoureuse de toi ,fidèle
Et surtout confiante à toi et à moi-même
Oublies les paroles ,et les critiques des autres
Laisses nous vivre une histoire pleine de charme
Pardonnes moi de tous ce que j’ai fait
Stp pardonnes votre futur dame »
Elle m’ a dit;
J’ai répondu:
« personne ne mérite tes larmes
Et celui qui les mérite ne fera surement pas pleurer
Sois sur que je te souhaite que de bonheur
le bonhur… que t' attends...
avec quelqu'un que tu admires
Tu as choisi de jouer tes cartes au profondeur
Et mon jeu était toujours à la hauteur
Tu as détruit ton propre amour
Tu m’as perdu pour toujours
pour m’oublier , Tu as besoin du temps
mêmes les anges ont besoins du temps de repos
cherche quelqu’un qui fait rire ton cœur
moi je ne peux t’assurer que de malheur
la vie m’a donné une deuxième chance
je vais rattraper mes fautes d’enfance
tu étais la grande faute de ma vie
tu es la personne que …………j’ ai pas envie. »
Abdelkadir BELHADJ
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
She wore a silk yellow chiffon Cancan flare dress
With yellow ribbons in her hair
From the look of her brittle fingernails
And the way she held the hem of her mother’s skirt
I knew that she was a nervous one; with her watery eyes
Her mother kept up that old familiar fake smile
The nervous one keep repeating
“There a big fly under my dress;
I often wonder why the visitors
Never attends our churches
But would come calling on the neighbors in the afternoon
A stack of leaflets in one hand and a black sachet case in the other
I always thought of them as a demanding group of worshipers
My grandparents seem discontent
With their teaching; so to ease the charade
It came off like Bible bashing
My nana would offer them a glass of lemonade
While my grandfather debate the lectures
They call themselves Jehovah Witness
"Hogwash said Grandpa"
A Jehovah's Witness must walk the walk,
not just talk the talk.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
Life changing
the Blitz bomb
took my sight
and my legs.
Clive gone too
at Dunkirk.
I recall
our last kiss
as the train
left London.
I sit in
this darkness.
Hospital
smells around
and voice sounds.
Morning Grace
a voice says.
My blind eyes
turn around
to the sound.
Who is it?
I enquire.
Doctor Clay
I have come
to see you
and see how
your stumps are
the voice says.
They're painful
I tell him.
Nurse we need
Grace to be
lying down.
Between them
they lift me
on the bed.
Fingers lift
my nightdress
and unwrap
bandages.
Fresh air hits
the leg stumps.
His fingers
examine
what is left
of my legs.
They're healing
very well
he tells me.
Soon we will
have someone
sort you out
for new legs
he informs.
I thank him.
He goes off
and the nurse
(small fingered)
now attends
to some fresh
bandages.
As her fingers
touch my thighs
I recall
Clive touching
me there too
that last time
before he left
for the War.
I stare out
into dark
cold spaces
and a far
away shore.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
IX
Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shun’d the broad way and the green,
And with those few art eminently seen,
That labour up the Hill of heav’nly Truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth,
Chosen thou hast, and they that overween,
And at thy growing vertues fret their spleen,
No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.
Thy care is fixt and zealously attends
To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,
And Hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure
Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastfull friends
Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,
Hast gain’d thy entrance, ****** wise and pure.
1.2k
Sue walks in where you work
Whispers and looks not understood
Comes to see you as usual
As you are married to her
A week or so later Sue meets a new person working with you
Funny the woman looks like her
Still odd looks from people when she drops in
One day it hits her
You ****** her look alike
Only difference is she is 20 years younger
Worse than that she is a baby compared to You
Someone at worked clued poor Sue in
Everyone saw You together everyday at a lunch
Breaks, little brushups in the cooler
Married but that doesn't matter
As long as your **** is spewing twice a day
Come home expecting wifely duties
Don't touch her she screams
You offer Your most charming seduction
Fully expecting to not be turned down
Sue confronts the girl
She is but a child
Asks her if she has any morals at all
Of course she is sorry, it wasn't meant to happen
Your ***** is all you give a **** about
Not the child of Sue's ***** fathered by you
She is hurt far more than any
Teased at school
You dare ask why that is occuring
Your little ***** attends her schools church
As does her family
Does that matter to you?
You got your little **** wet
Now all you see is paradise
Not realizing the damage You have left behind
All the lives affected
Because of Your infidelity
You don't get it do you?
Your wife, daughter, her family, your family
There is more damage being done
Just so You can get ******
Enjoy Your life
You will be miserable in the end
Just don't look for any sympathy
When you find out what you lost
It won't be here then so don't bother
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
N'attends pas un sourire ... pour être gentil.
N'attends pas d'être seul ... pour apprécier un ami.
N'attends pas d'être aimé ... pour aimer.
N'attends pas de recevoir ... pour donner.
N'attends pas une blague ... pour que tu rit.
N'attends pas le silence ... pour que tu crie.
N'attends pas le vacarme ... pour te réveiller.
N'attends pas de meilleur emploi ... pour commencer à travailler.
N'attends pas d'avoir beaucoup ... pour partager.
N'attends pas le désastre ... pour regretter.
N'attends pas de souffrir ... pour agir.
N'attends pas d'avoir le temps ... pour pouvoir servir.
N'attends pas la chute ... pour te rappeler du conseil.
N'attends pas la nuit ... pour chercher le soleil.
N'attends pas l'erreur ... pour demander le pardon.
N'attends pas la folie ... pour chercher la raison.
N'attends pas la douleur ... pour croire à la prière.
N'attends pas le noir ... pour allumer la lumière.
N'attends pas la séparation ... pour te réconcilier.
N'attends pas la misère ... pour espérer.
N'attends pas la fin ... pour dire le non-dit.
N'attends pas la mort ... pour apprécier la vie.
...Car nul ne sait de combien de temps l'on dispose encore .
Jun 30, 2011
Jun 30, 2011 at 7:44 AM UTC
La vie est un ensemble de hauts et de bas..
il n'y a rien qui puisse changer cela..
Tu n'as qu'a vivre correctement et tu gagneras ce combat..
La vie est remplie de surprise..
Tu peux etre riche et quand tu t'attends le moin,tout se volatise..
Tu peux etre pauvre et quand tu prend ton destin en main,tout se stabilise..
La vie,ce n'est pas avoir et obtenir
mais,plutot etre et devenir..
c'est comme ca que tu resteras a jamais dans des coeurs comme un souvenir..
La vie est un miracle..
avec confiance, evites les obstacles,
car ce n'est pas en regardant le spectacle,
que tu pourra etre au pinacle..
La vie est un mystere..
resoudre la a la facon adventuriere,
et de toi,tu seras fiere..
La vie n'est pas toujours celle qu'on esperer,
mais tant qu'on a la chance de respirer,
tant qu'on a le pouvoir de perseverer,
une vie meilleure,rien ne pourra en empecher..
Ne baisse jamais tes bras..
car ton jour viendra..
Tu peux te trouver confronter a de nombreuses problemes,
pensant toujours a te sortir de ces dilemmes..
Mais n'oublie jamais que tes problemes,
peut importe lesquels,
peuvent etre vaincus par ton perseverance graduel..
car la vie est belle..
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Tik tok
Tic toc
J'attends, j'attends et j'attends
Les heures passent lentement
Tik tok
Tic toc
Basta et assez
Y'en a marre
Already
Hasten et vite vite
Basta et allez
J'en ai marre
Already
D'attendre, attendre et attendre
Les tics tocs
Et les tiks toks
Que les tics toquent already
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
He attends the graves, a tear is shed
As he prunes the weeds that grow forth
Names,
Dates,
Year
Of there death,
Freshly dug, not long for this world
He buries them alive
He watches there eventual time past
Life,
Death,
Choosing
The last breath they take,
He sheds a tear upon each passing
"A wooden plague"
Hammered deep to their passing
He looks upon fresh earth,
Handfuls smothered upon his self,
He cries through dirt drenched skin, these
Tears
Are
Purity
That fall upon now dead earth
He gazes upon the many plagues
That read of each moment they are now past,
He sends families the paper of passing
A picture,
A moment,
Frozen
In families eyes, The passing he let breath
Breathe its last,
He is the grave digger,
He has many plots fresh for the living to die
He will shed many tears that pass In his graveyard
Of the living, and the now dead.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
Dreams
Including you, fever pitched
Laced with codeine
Bold, romantic, and star struck
As usual.
Dreaming a wild ride through Hollywood streets and a walk up to
Empty pools of Flynns Estate.
A walk in the Mullhuland park....(Mulrays Baby by Polanski)
Dripping in every nuance of *** and romance culled in the dark.
But you in Tennessee, and I in Denver, alive and awake in our
Screaming agony of head colds, while your wife attends you.
Do you dream my dream? Are we young then? Or is love a strange
Forgotten ideal, lost with punk rock and death rock....and is life but a dream....rowing that awful trip to God.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
Neelam Gill showed off her figure in a very risqué gown with a split running from her shoulder down past her bottom.
How cheeky - Neelam Gill went all-out on Wednesday night as she flashed her *** in a rather risque dress.
The stunning model - who is rumoured to be dating former One Direction man Zayn Malik - stunned at a glitzy event in London this week.
Wearing a floor-length green gown, Neelam gave onlookers a bit of an eyeful with a split down the back of the outfit, revealing a hint of her bottom.
With layers and a front split showing off a lot of leg, the 20-year-old certainly made an impression during the party.
She stepped out at the London Evening Standard's Progress 1000 Most Influential People launch, and showed why she may have grabbed Zayn's attention .
The star - who has made her catwalk debut for Burberry - is reportedly planning on jetting to Los Angeles, where the singer is working on his debut solo album, so they can spend some time together .
According to Mail Online, Zayn and Neelam first met in London back in March, but nothing happened because he was still engaged to Little Mix star Perrie.
They bumped into each other again at the Asian Awards in London a month later, with Neelam later writing on Twitter: "Congratulations on your award tonight zaynmalik, catch up again soon!"
The pair reportedly stayed in touch as friends until Zayn and Perrie called it quits at the end of last month.
A source told the site: "Neelam doesn't know if she wants all of the drama that comes with dating someone in the public eye. She is going to LA to spend some time with Zayn and see how things go from there.
Last month, the model, who worked with Romeo Beckham in Burberry's Christmas advert last year , wrote on Twitter: "to live and die in LA, it's the place to be..."
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
The fear of rejection haunts my taunting soul
The eyes of god illuminate through the illusion of hope
Silence
Misery creeps among the stars
Honesty lingers mindlessly around the moon
Anxious
Reality twists and turns
Insecurity starts to flow
Outbursts and thoughts dance with one another
Thoughts travel
From the mind
Through the guileless heart
Midnight skies thunder in contemplation
Omitted while resigning from solitude
Lighting beams impressions
And strikes unforgettably
Remorse
Rose are quandary veiled in thorns
Glamorized secrets
Planted with tulips in the Spring
Vibrations spirit forth the branches of trees
Fog
Masks the anthropomorphic perception
Triggers instinct of intuition
Rationality halts, wills relish
The eyes of god forsake hope
Fear taunts thoughts
Rejection haunts souls
Misfortunes recollect the bitter anima
Lightly, the amity surrenders in the panicked streams of night
Soundly,
Charitably,
And Sincerely,
Tongue tied she scrupulously riveted
Across the room she neglectfully obscured the chair that supported his back
Togging on strands of denigrated comfort
Grains of sand that endless lay the shore
Mindless their eyes gravitated in contact
thirty seconds of encrypted reflections
Breathless laid rejection
She consigned to oblivion
Gathered by curiosity he sternly attends the strength
“What’s wrong?”
Admiration beams from the brims of his eyes
Grim of Frustration leak from her ****** expression
Hesitated
Continuously and distract she roamed away from him his thoughts
And admiration
Paralyzed by fear
Silence drives her composer
deeply and thoughtfully she inhaled
Breathlessly
— “A cup of coffee would sound nice, wouldn’t it?”
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
A dappled light beam spills upon the floor
and highlights lines of wooden tongue and groove.
I raise my student violin to my chin.
Practice, Practice, how else does one improve?
My bow draws slowly down across the strings
as callused fingers coax out mournful sighs.
I work alone;no audience attends
the movement ends in silence, not applause.
My grandfather used to play the violin
at celli dances in and around Strabane
He was noted for his strong clean tenor voice
and how the violin wept at his command.
In later life he had a battered Atlas
in which he'd peruse maps of foreign lands.
He never travelled ten miles from his home.
Eventually arthritis took his hands.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC