"babys" poems
I dont want life any longer
I'm tired of all the lies
Its in Dreams where I find you
I hope I nwont be awakened this time
No not as much as anyone tries
In dreams I still hold you
Your skin soft as a babys
Your skin is smooth as silk
I just cant go on this way
By being awakened day after day
Leave me alone Im not going to **** myself
Not as long as I have my dreams
Dreams where I can love you
Where I know just what to do
They are where you are mine
Every bit of the time
See my Magda I just dream of you
These dreams are all I save
Just leave me alone before this matter becomes grave
Leave me alone in this one place where Im not times slave
Where I can feel you again and hear your voice my sweet babe
Its happening again someone is trying to wake me up
I said this would happen then
If you could just for me
Be happy I'll be out of misery
I'll be there where all one does is dream
Finally to be in Tanelorn
The one place I can find peace
Even if the directions cant be released
I wish I was in another world
Or on a different plain
Or living my next life my love
So i'd see you again
For now Im lost forever
You see I only dream at night
I cant take this life anymore
I guess
Its time to say goodnight
Goodnight
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
- Ode to food .
Barbecue Ribs ;
I Swear If Youu Were a person youu'd Have a Crown .
You'd Be The Queen of your town .
Youu make Other Foods Envy Youu Because of your delicious Barbeque Sauce And Your Juicy Meat .
Youu got fans because Your who their mouth wants to meet .
Ice cream ;
Your cold ,
But you never get old .
Everyone Loves Youu ,Your Like Your Heaven sent .
Everyone Loves you Exept For the lactose - intolerant .
You come in different flavors ,
Your served in different Dishes ,
You have different Toppings ,
The one thing people Is Scared To do to youu is dropping .
Youu melt down people's Throat ,
Filling them with joy .
Youu make babys Wanna leave their favorite toy .
Chips ;
Crunchy ,
Munchy .
Who Dosnt Eat Youu ?
Like , I mean everyone Likes you new .
Your so fly .
Not literaly Fly .
Thats Apparently a lie ,
Its Obvious you cant fly .
Your different .
Youu Come differently ..
Your so good they clone youu Continuesly .
Chicken ;
Youu had to die
To Satisfy .
Youu do Good to my stomach ,
Make Me Feel good .
Your so good .
Youu Can even be barbequed ,
Your so good i wanna play a harp for youu .
You Can Be Boiled Too .
But I Dont Like you like that , Eww .
Candy ;
Your so dandy .
You Come In Different Varieties .
Skittles , M&MS; Even Jelly beans .
Who dont love youu , i mean Youu That Babie .
Everyone love youu Exept People with Diabetes .
This Is My Ode Too Food .
Food That Taste M-m-m Good .
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
Hey girl where you going?
I’m very much a talker
Cos I can’t dance good
And I never been a stalker
Where you off to my l’il lady?
Hop in my left seat for a ride
Wind it up or slow it right down –
I can get you to the other side
I’m just a country boy
And I can take you up city streets, country roads
Just a poor l’il redneck
But I’m sure I can get you to where you want to go
I got a full tank of gas
I got an all-terrain SUV
You sure do look good
Buckled up next to me
I can take you up the fast lane
I can drive you round the cones
I can take you slow through the forests
I can take you fast through 30 zones
I got air conditioning in here
Chamois leather seats as soft as babys butts
I can take you across the smooth asphalt
I can take you through the deep ruts
Putting on my aviators
Just let me know if we’re getting close
We can slip on out
Or we can take the main roads.
Just listen to the music
And i can listen to you if you like
I can rev the V8 and take you there
Be it day or be it night
I got fully automated
And a nice little gear change
I got super beam headlights
With a three hundred foot range
I can go on the straight and narrow
I can take you down winding roads
Nothing’s a problem for us; we know where we come from
And I can get you where you need to go
Yeah, I don’t dance so good
But I’m a country boy,
A nice little country boy.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 9:06 AM UTC
I Want To Have A Future With You.
Create A Life Become Your Wife And Have Babys Too.
Both Become successful and Live an Amazing life together.
Remain
Loyal And Faithful
Honest & respectful
True to our love for eachother.
I Want to Start Fresh
Hold No Grudges Or Resentful Feelings
i Want to let go Of the past
The mistakes the lies and broken promises .
i Want to make things right
Do Things As A Team
Keep eachother hopeful and be supportive
i love you so much
theres so many other things
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
It's a bomb on your doorstep.
Wrapped up in a pastel pink and white blanket.
Swaddled in a babys basket
You don't even hear the ticking over all the babble
You just assumed it was designed to protect.
You never asked anyone
Or questioned where the basket came from.
Where it got this baby.
Why it is concealing it's wicker with this blanket.
You bring it inside.
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
Wake up tossing and turning
hear a ticking downstairs
In your kitchen.
On the island.
"You're hearing things"
close your eyes.
It's too loud.
Walk down to see just a basket
A blanket
The baby is tucked in tight
You were hearing things
"Go back to bed sweety."
But the basket keeps ticking.
"Baskets are supposed to tick"
you never question it again.
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
tickTick tickTick
You never see it explode.
Just find and count the pieces
Wicker shrapnel where there should have been guidance.
Viscera where there should have been eyes.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
have you ever had your guts ripped out.. freom a few simple words?
or litsening to a song and your whole body runs cold...
have you ever had that moment in life you just stop?
have you ever felt yourself collapse, your tears running red, your blood running cold, and free?
sometimes you just get tired and weak, you wanna give up. but you gotta feel that inner sreangth.. no matter how bad you wanna jsut stop and collapse.
have you ever hand that nihtmare that your all alone ad everyone has abandoned ou... where your doors are shut, the hall is longer then youve run,
have you ever had someone jsut rip your guts out and let the hang around your neck till the last breth is a sorry for the mess you lived.
have you ever had that break down wehre your falling and no ones there to pick you up, they are holdingoyu down, inthat black mack covering they one true love of death.
my dear you are all I dreamed about for long then I lived... I am the borne of love... fallen from the sky, and that is all I do.. it fall.. everyhting I tried jsut fell and dropped fron under me.
no one can beat me.. yet Im in this **** hole of my years...
behind this smile ws the knowlage that everything is going to be okay and ehres this cold hard fact that this **** smile wants to cry everything to death
behind this smile, this fake mask with the tear stained eyes, I am not as happy as I play it to be, everythign crumbled into a million peiced, half them got fixed and it all seemed to be okay but its all too fast and this little baby is motherless. and this little babys daddys the soldier that freed the pain of the world.
hush little baby dont you cry everythings gonna be alright...
this little lulliby for your life.. go to sleep little baby everythigns gonna me alright.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 10:39 AM UTC
There is a little boy kneeling in a chair playing with a toy tractor.
It keeps falling off the table
(Or he pushes it off)
Then he runs to pick it up and place it back on the table.
There is a diaper on the table.
(Which he also threw on the floor)
A baby has been placed at the table.
When asked the babys name, the little boy says:
"Robo Dog!"
I think that is an awesome name.
I wonder if when that baby grows up he will be emotionally unresponsive.
robotic
Charming player of a Dog
I won't follow these boys around their whole lives but assuming he is.
That little boy is a prophet.
So i'm watching the Prophet and Robo Dog
Throw things off the table and giggle.
Thinking about how simple
Pleasure can be for a child.
How intricate it can be for an adult.
When Prophet commands his Grammy to eat her bagel.
I cannot see them any more
They are sitting behind me in a booth
But I can only imagine she obliged
Or lifted to her mouth and pretended
I like to imagine this is Prophet and Robo Dogs first encounter with false truth.
But it looks like Prophet has a couple years of Holidays on Robo Dog
So that isn't quite true.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
babys hair with a womans eyes
lips so sweet she is a treat
Summertime out playing in the park
with baby's breath the lavender scent quest
Samantha was her name
loved to be loved with a peaceful heart to impart
she loved horses and her boyfriend to
keeping quiet in her garden with beautiful flowers adorned
the trees were her friend whom she grew to depend out of silence from within
she cried that day her boyfriend left her but he never did forget her
for he was a soldier going off to war
news came back to Samantha that he was killed in a battle
she was so heart broken but found out she was pregnant with his child
a lovely baby came in the world a girl as if in a dream
raised her baby well that was until
she had run out of money running on empty
had to give the baby up for adoption yet this wasn't her option
suffering Samantha deep inside
she ran away to her garden suffering in silence deep inside
there a beautiful angel met her told her she was called to be a dear sister among the blessed order of the Mt. Claire nuns...
she was deeply relieved more then ready to achieve
praying, meditating and loving
many years would pass at every reason to grasp
a knock came at her door for it was
none other but her little girl
This time all grown up as a woman with flowers in her hair
A loving embrace but Samantha had insisted with faith her call was to honor Jesus
but she couldn't resist to have visits from her daughter
A moment lived out in history
where at times life can be a great mystery
Samantha had achieved great dignity with belief.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
Famous Motel Cowboy Reunion
Wishin I was there
Under western skies
In the Bucket
& out
With old friends
Tellin those lies
That made legends
No Dought
Singing old songs
That only
Motel cowboys
Know
Introducing
the younger ones
so's they remember
to show
the next
Babys
About life
on the road
with a
Motel Cowboy Band
Livin' hand to mouth
Maybe
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 7:24 AM UTC
Today I sat there quietly, didn't make a sound.
I let you tell me off, and I let you put me down.
You told me I was nothing but a worthless empty tomb.
But mom, don't you remember? I once was in your womb.
You're the one who smiled, holding your brand new baby girl
Kissed her on the forehead, said you couldn't love her anymore.
You held her tiny hands, and you touched her little feet...
This is who you waited for for nine long months to meet.
You would stand there in the doorway, you didn't want to leave.
Watched your tiny babys chest move up and down to breath.
She always looked so perfect sleeping in her tiny crib,
And she always looked so **** cute with food dripping down her bib.
You watched her learn to crawl, to walk, and even how to run.
You watched her skip and hop and play under the shining sun.
You held her hand as you crossed the street, protecting her little life
For after all, she was the one you thanked god for every night.
You sent her off to school, but it sure did break your heart
This would be the first time the two "buddies" were apart.
You packed inside her lunchbox a little note that read
"I love you more than anything", and that is all it said.
She knew how much you loved her, and she loved you just as much.
You were the one who soothed her, from just one simple touch.
Remember when she fell off her bike and scraped her little knee?
You bandaged it and kissed it and it was as good as it could be.
You teased her when her tooth would wiggle and eventually fell out,
You left her money that night that you could do without.
You made cookies for Santa, when it was Christmas time.
You read her her favorite Christmas stories, the ones that always rhymed.
You and your little girl, the best that friends could be.
So please tell me mommy, what has happened to you and me.
Now the days are always cold and the sun is never out.
You now have anger in your eyes and you always have to shout.
There is no more happy days where you and I would talk
No more days holding hands while we'd go on a walk.
Now I am older, and you have turned me down
You don't want any part of me, not a single sound.
You want me to be silent, not to say a word.
But mommy, that isn't what I want, I know that you have heard.
I know you hear my muffled pleas as I'm talking through my tears.
I hope you want as badly as me for these grim dark days to clear.
I want to be your friend again, your buddy, and your pal.
I want to talk to my mom, but for now...I don't know how.
- Jamie
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
The bone corset strengthens backbone,
offers the fine figure encased in rustled sewn midnight skies.
Tap and swish and sway, the heat increases,
drawing near
arms extended.
A babys' grip surrounds the scrolled neck,
feathers graze in awe, wonder, delight, and tension ignite.
You look so tenderly at carved perfection,
a specter you were before it,
your soul combines with reddened varnish.
Enmeshed you two make the nether gates open,
Welcoming, sweet, harmonic balms.
Rosin soaked fingers,
the testament of your decadent affairs.
You breathe, it sighs, moan before her and hear her cry.
Futile it is to control the sirens song,
inhale the vibrations artfully wrenched from the f-holes.
Holdfast to the bow,
lest you be lost in between the spaces of spun string.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC
The cry of a baby wakes me
apartment two doors down
moms a crazy dope fiend
no grocerys babies hungry
a tale of the city
where the prettiest thing is
a mouse trap and a fly strip
Mom strips to feed baby
baby strips its dignity
for the other tenats know
thats moms a *****
and baby has no hope
but the same life
poverty follows baby to a early age where
other kids mock him for being ratty
babys puts up with teasing
goes home to more dismay
as mommy lays
bruise and battered
oh the days they add up
where baby goes through this pain
till one day baby catches a break
a mike and a pen
and soon I wake up to baby.....
baby
made it big
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 10:15 AM UTC
Pedigree of you with me
A brand new line of mad offspring
IQ, EQ , A slant to spring and bust the mold like anything
But not less before it came the shade
A far off spite ta invoke rage
Belittled a napoleonic wave
Our mustard seed, you're genophage
Sooth wist present by parantage
Uproots her list of heretics
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
bomb
parkistan
bomb
jerusalem
bomb
russia
bomb
bombay
bomb
bashra
bomb
usa
bomb
****
bomb
love
bomb
hate
bomb
everything
bomb
the future
bomb
you
bomb
babys
bomb
birds
bomb
iq's
bomb
********
bomb
god
bomb
justice
bomb
me
bomb
bombs
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC
I have a thought on a page
and its making me crazy
Wondering how I could save
My sweet baby
My little words are absurd
I dont think theyd be
what the world wants to hear
About my little baby
My babys eyes
Tell no lies
And its never a compromise
Theres never time
To get your wits
Just click that ****
Hit them bricks
You'll never see him coming
Sweet teddy bear loving
His **** blues
Will have you fooled
Give up on this
I'm all his too
Because
I have a thought on a page
Oh its making me crazy
Wondering how I could save
My sweet baby...
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
To watch clouds in the sky
To observe the stars in space
To hear a new born babys' cry
To feel the rain on your face
To help a flower to grow
To smell the sea breeze
To play in the snow
To climb the highest tree
To have love in our heart
To be with someone you care
To know when to start
To feel the wind in your hair
To be there for a friend
To care for a child
To stay to the end
To be able to run wild
To listen to a song
To be free as a dove
To know how to be strong
To be able to fall in love
To have these words to read
To always be true
To wish you to succeed
To just say thank you
Oct 15, 2009
Oct 15, 2009 at 11:22 PM UTC
Some dog are diffrent like weeniesdogs there like hot dogs.Another dog is pitbulls.Pitbulls are smotimes nice and cute as babys so got get one.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
My hands are there
just like an instrument
in need,
to feed
to embrace
to **** out your space
And so do people
as they like
to disguise themselves
unlikely greedy
to feed the world
with love of none
to scare the others
who are finding them
dumb
And what a frightenance
to seek a skeleton
like wind blows
imence
in a greater atmosphere
of the 8th sky over divine.
Unlost.
Halle lujah , who will praise
who will try to seek their own
way.
As sparrows eat the seed
and narrows finding their ****
The babys still can grow
the world needs more to show
and when you are there
you hope and find later what was worth
was an ego of longings
to enter the harder ship
were humans are contaminous
into sensitive.
fragical,
Just gaze, what is there
and the beauty appears
rehealing the one and beauty
of Gods,
were humans still can
that little
feel.
and powers reheal
your hands ,
and you Breath.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:53 PM UTC
It seems i cant escape
sleep would overtake wake and still it devastates
Depression ;
crushes me with marvelous aggression
Feast for the beast find me deep in its digestion...
Never did i see
the sun shine on me as i sat beneath a tree
Shady ;
victory thrown like Tom brady
Pride chopped off like umbilical on babys...
Lazy summer days
sorrow acrobatic
It set his mind a blaze
tryed to find comfort in a sister softer soul
Left his heart contorted
for every bridge a toll
I guess ;
usually he'd cross and watch it burn
Trying very hard to not forget the lessons learned..
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Hand trembling
feet shaking
Children screaming
babys crying
Telephones rigning
Adults yelling
Girls crying
Boys fighting
Dogs barking
Wind rushing
This feeling
make it stop
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
This might sound rude
But right now im not in the mood
Listening to little kids as a mother sings her babys to sleep
Talking to my boy as hes sayen hes about to leave
Im just sayen im not in the best mood
My body isent funtioning in the way id like
And id rather not be sober on this ok night
Id rather be doing something
Somthing other then miss you
My father
Your name
Well thats easy its chad
Your postion
Was a father
A husband
A listener
A provider
And the best part of chad
You made the choice to love and take care of me when you dident have to
You wer a great dad
And i miss you dearly
You were the best person iv ever known
My hart longs for you
Chad
I had just started calling you dad
The day you passed
All o wanted was for you to stay home
To ride bikes with me but insted you had to work
You had to leave
My daddy i miss you
I just wanna hear your voice
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
I havent had a minute to myself,
To clear my conscience I meditate with water in wishing well,
Even when my dreams fell , it seemed hell , I just know every sick gets well.
Thats my philosophy,
All gets well, and just now? How I make it so well? a guilty mind travels slow with time, find your innocense and reach a devine, not pork and swine but forks and wine and dine with hearts of mimes that speak existence of peace of mind.
See religion is all trial tribulations and signs, and wisdom? Comes from the leading blind and learning to shine. Well, so swell is devotion, but this world only teaches neglect and biting the hand with food in it still open.
Still its spoken, but none tends to hear, open mouths shake till the truth appears loose like a mirror.
When perceptions arent clearer.
So where do I lay or lie , the truth?
Love is gone ******* ! Babys having babbies and droppin outta school,
Life isnt cool but its get well thats my philosphy when **** looks like hell.
Gotta keep going, till Im well.
lord as my cosmic witness, positivy is a magnet if you learn it nature, listen-
The sound of silence is in riches,
Thats why corperate stays in the shadow power soaking all the admissions, but the lesser gains more and looses nothing because of position.
Whats my philoshpy? All gets well, yeah it gets better Love is a real you and me , connection between people felt deeper spiritually.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
I dont want to be your rose
your lilly
your delicate babys breath
I want to be your
dandelion
the one you didn't expect
the one you didn't think you wanted
the impostor in your garden
reach out and rip me free from my roots
pull me in real close
tell me all about
your dreams
breathe hope into every
fiber of my being
and set me free
knowing I'll always
grow back.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC