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"beaty" poems
Beaty eyes they stare into me. Beaty heart I feel the shake. Beady sweat between brows gather. Beaty bodies we feed the anxiety.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Probably Misinterpretation
Marijuanna is great makes it good, eats your brain tords the end insane. you dont grow even though you know. Its hard to spit and, Its hard to quit. gets you hungry, eat, puff, chew, lets get high and off we flew. I can do this i Dont care, I'll be different want to stare? lets be bold, when were cold, we'll just light up bought and sold, who has my back, who the **** needs the crack?. I lack my money thats ***** funny, bought a sack sold yur sisters bunny, ahhh now I'm out , Meth I'll give you a try, snort, smoke, shoot, never toot ya the boot... your hand just took me oh hard so shook me, so Im hear depended my gear, I need that lift, ya satins gift, rock and roll, I'm a beaty troll, your things i stole, lost out control You'd have my back? I really need you, I left them all, family friends put up a wall, I am bound now all around I just ask no more a hit. Hey you there you got the "$hit" Hey its true tell me about it! Jesse Mckush
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Drugs YOU know
I watch you, I watch you grow into the beautiful master piece of art you are . You're magnificent , and rare to find. It's the middle of the night and the moon shines bright through my window and the cool breeze blows my chimes . My name is being howled in the mountains by you. It's like Mozart , music to my ears . Thus passion I have ought to be a sin , because you're a beast . But yet so caressing so passionate . It's a full moon , you run through every mountain . I wait and you arrive , with therefor I pause. Panting , motionless I gently touch your fur and stare into your red Beaty eyes . I can't help but pour my love , I see this beautiful art work. Not a beast but a master piece Nobody wants you in this town , they have such hatred , animosity . But they are just degrading a beautiful creature . You're so dangerous and can **** with the sharp claws and teeth but instead we make passionate never ending love and those claws scratch my back and those teeth sink in my neck . I become alive , just like you .
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Beast
Marijuanna is great makes it good, eats your brain tords the end insane. you dont grow even though you know. Its hard to spit and, Its hard to quit. gets you hungry, eat, puff, chew, lets get high and off we flew. I can do this i Dont care, I'll be different want to stare? lets be bold, when were cold, we'll just light up bought and sold, who has my back, who the **** needs the crack?. I lack my money thats ***** funny, bought a sack sold yur sisters bunny, ahhh now I'm out , Meth I'll give you a try, snort, smoke, shoot, never toot ya the boot... your hand just took me oh hard so shook me, so Im hear depended my gear, I need that lift, ya satins gift, rock and roll, I'm a beaty troll, your things i stole, lost out control You'd have my back? I really need you, I left them all, family friends put up a wall, I am bound now all around I just ask no more a hit. Hey you there you got the "$hit" Hey its true tell me about it! Jesse Mckush
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Drugs you know
One of me and my cousins favorite places to play Was behind Papas shop I can still smell the saw dust Repairs were made That one could trust Made from cinder blocks Was a minnow pond There is where Papa Raised his own fishing bait The wild blackberry field Grew thorny on the other Side of the gate Best times of my youth Spent on The Hill Jumping off the pumphouse Drawing in the sand Playing chase with my cousins While waiting for Grandma's Sunday dinner, Youth was so grand Uncle Beaty's trailor was at the center Of the hill,  where his sister's took turn Caring for him, where his wisdom Was instilled When I brought Uncle Beaty His dinner I would stay To listen to his prayers He placed in my heart God's truth deeply within Protecting me from my future of sin For the simpleness of life The greats of my family Have revealed to me Is to spread the love of Jesus,  your heart will be ♡♡♡Set free♡♡♡
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
THE HILL
Unexpected Before I even knew your name I knew I loved your smile How you concentrated on my eyes when I spoke Or just gazing to gaze Giving energy through eye contact You made sure I was warm You didn't need to say anything Because I knew And you knew that knew Because we spoke about it Genuine kind honest communication So natural A life force The calm of your ocean eyes Souls are stars Stars are flames People with names You listened with your whole self Including your heart You lit up when you spoke And this gentle reality Of us wandering Alone, yet together Became more and more real We got it And we opened it And we let it breathe We traveled And gave our souls vacation You are beautiful You don't just See beaty That is what you are made of And you gave me some to spread along I am forever grateful Humbled Awed inspired By who you chose to be every **** day You truly are a soul flame Here to light the world in goodness Creation Thank you From every cell of mine How I will dream about gazing into each others eyes You have been my every kind of friend
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:04 AM UTC
Unexpected soul
Grey eyes lined with silver, set on a frame of black. With newspaper folded up tight, I heard it's laced with crack - ******* His fingertips are melted, and her nails are peeling off. He stuffed his cigarettes in his pocket, but she took them when he wasn't looking. I thought the beaty music was a falsity, but she didn't lie when she told me. I didn't want to be there, just a face in their foggy window. With lines of trying times on tables, with the ash trays over flowing. There was nothing left but lies and fables, like when mom would sing me lullabies. They don't remember that, or stickers, or coloring, or- just the slow patter on asphalt, as they run from the lights and the sound. But the tables are turning with concrete, and their eyes are rolling back dark. A star light of noise and asphyxiation, will be such a salt, such a nice destination.
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
The Winter House
Fake was the gold She spun from her wheel. Did you not know the farse to get here? A Lie the tower He climbed to reach her. Tell the children of the witches plot. Don't forget to hide the gold. Tie it with a ribbon, Leave it cold. String a tear, wear 'round your neck. Bewitch a prince. Hide the cinder foot. Don't go in the woods. It's beaty, Will kiss you awake. While your gallant steed pulls away. Charge on to another day. Watch for troubles, On the way. Fair maidens in towers Glass on their feet. Beware troubles, Beholden in Fairytales. The story's never over, Though we stare at books end.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Alive in Books
Her glory eyes passionate me I am becoming infatuate her How rejoicefull these moments Her beauty is great then nature Yes ! I am in love just love I am in love Her eyes like a ocean Sinking me in that ocean Your pink cheeks Like a crimson peak Her beaty like Himalayan snow Sunshine reflect and cheeks glow I am in love just love i am in love
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Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
glory eyes
I see not only your beaty on the outside but also your beauty within and the thought of unleashing your inner thoughts is like going on a ride and a good friend of mine once told me; 'fight for what you love' and it's strange, because we've only just met so why is this rushing through my head? and the day that you finally let me see into the real you i realised my feelings were true i'm in love it's nothing like what i felt with all the others You fill my stomach with butterflies and when i think about you, i can't help but blissfully sigh you make me nervous all the time and i can't help but come up with rhymes about you if only, i think, you'd love me too the day you told me you loved me i was buzzing like a bee nothing could wipe the smile off my face and nothing could slow the pace of my heart for as long as you and i are friends, my heart shall never part then came the day that i was told you no longer loved me i wondered why i hadn't seen this coming and the guitars of my heart stopped strumming my heart tore in two one part stayed with me the other went with you. When you walked away from me that day you left me broken and now i'll never be the same you changed me, the day you came.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
Broken
This breath is to my past ...I'm inhaling but not exhaling Or should I exhale to release the hurt? Or do I just **** it all together and forget about it... Like I see so much hate and fire.. It's so unpleasant to look at my own reflection and to only see Beaty because someone else does ...and vise versa I envision a life where freedom can take my hand Where I'm not afraid A freebeing just in the moment Expressing her individuality And accepting others And I see perfect in my vision Something that will never be reached...
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
Deep inhale....and hold
In a world full of dos and donts Full of judgemental ******** Like I'm a ******* unicorn and I'm beautiful kiss my *** In a world that is constantly changing it's view of Beaty it's social standard In a world where you feel an idiot for being different For being you For simply coming into the world as you are No makeup, no weave, or whatever Was your crime... I don't get it How cruel a society And to brainwash it's own people Into hating one another Based on gender, hair, skin color, occupation... How ******* rude How preposterous ...like *** I'm a beautiful young black girl And again I'm beautiful For a fact According to society and half the world ...I'm not I need to bleach, I can't talk "black", I'm a hood rat, I'm ugly...like **** that I'm beautiful Just as I am.. And there's nothing wrong with me God makes no mistakes This is me I was born this way And I'll die this way What am I gonna make matter Like all those trash talkers Haters Hate on you but don't give a **** about your *** It's crazy why acknowledge the person anyway Like our world is ****** up
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
The inevitable
ahhh now I'm out ,   **** I'll give you a try, snort, smoke, shoot, never toot ya the boot... your hand just took me oh hard so shook me, I need that lift,   ya satins gift, rock and roll, I'm a beaty troll,            your things i stole,                   lost out control                        You'd have my back? I really need you,                 I left them all, family friends put up a wall,            I am bound now all around I just ask no more a hit.          Hey you there you got the "$hit" For my brother who's lost it.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
White
it was just me and you in my stars of blue broken sorrows bought semblance of colors of golden form stars glowing lights blaring of things to come.... Caught the reflection of many to come putty in the lights of golden blue stars in the sea of gardens of blooms... Bittersweet golden blue flows around the sweet hearts of those that find the moment of sweet surrender in the golden blooms..... Just thinking of you again colors reflect the many reasons time of dance and song golden times that are pressed for glorious union..... Now blinded by golden stars thinking of the beauty of times that follows the diminishes of thoughts the brilliance that once was born to a woman as I.... Golden lights of many stars i give to you my many thoughts that forms the love i once knew when I knew of him one last time of long ago In the golden fairy tale of fairy gold blue dust I see something special will come this way one last time In golden star lights of time..... Just thinking of you.... Debbie Brooks.. Deep within the starlight glade, A child of light sits on emerald green. Under a great tree her majesty sits In shade, Her name Is beauty a glory to be seen. Eyes are closed In peaceful bliss, Loves' dreams within her mind do wander. What loving thoughts her mind does kiss, Not one thought shall her mind squander. There sits beauty wonder divine, Awaiting the stars to come out at night. In starlight glade lost In time, Where beauty shall meet beauty what a sight. Then In glory the stars came out to play, Beaty does open her pools of Love. Stars painted on dark velvet so far away, Forever belonging In Heaven above. You stand and start to walk the emerald green, Stardust does fall onto glories hair. Starlight falls upon your glory supreme, You are the child of light an Angel fair. Let me drown In pools of soft brown, Smile become my living sun. You open up a heart In whose Love I would drown, It opens In Love for everyone. Now In starlight glade you are no more alone, In darkened glory before you I stand. Tonight your heart shall be my home, Come my blushing Rose do take my hand. Now I hold Heavens' glory close to me, I lose myself within your pools of Love. The beauty and wonder of Love I see, It Is time for our hearts to rise above. Your lips In glory they now meet mine, In starlight glade our Love shall shine. We do drink from Loves' cup divine, You are Loves' eternal valentine. Dream your dreams as you always do, May your every dream come true. Lady of the light may you always view, This world of ours as you wish to do. Beauty always walk this world with pride, Your beauty through the years It grows. Never set your Love to hide, My beloved you are the beauteous blushing Rose. Michael Clarke
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Walking The Stars of Blue..
it was just me and you in my stars of blue broken sorrows bought semblance of colors of golden form stars glowing lights blaring of things to come.... Caught the reflection of many to come putty in the lights of golden blue stars in the sea of gardens of blooms... Bittersweet golden blue flows around the sweet hearts of those that find the moment of sweet surrender in the golden blooms..... Just thinking of you again colors reflect the many reasons time of dance and song golden times that are pressed for glorious union..... Now blinded by golden stars thinking of the beauty of times that follows the diminishes of thoughts the brilliance that once was born to a woman as I.... Golden lights of many stars i give to you my many thoughts that forms the love i once knew when I knew of him one last time of long ago In the golden fairy tale of fairy gold blue dust I see something special will come this way one last time In golden star lights of time..... Just thinking of you.... Debbie Brooks.. Deep within the starlight glade, A child of light sits on emerald green. Under a great tree her majesty sits In shade, Her name Is beauty a glory to be seen. Eyes are closed In peaceful bliss, Loves' dreams within her mind do wander. What loving thoughts her mind does kiss, Not one thought shall her mind squander. There sits beauty wonder divine, Awaiting the stars to come out at night. In starlight glade lost In time, Where beauty shall meet beauty what a sight. Then In glory the stars came out to play, Beaty does open her pools of Love. Stars painted on dark velvet so far away, Forever belonging In Heaven above. You stand and start to walk the emerald green, Stardust does fall onto glories hair. Starlight falls upon your glory supreme, You are the child of light an Angel fair. Let me drown In pools of soft brown, Smile become my living sun. You open up a heart In whose Love I would drown, It opens In Love for everyone. Now In starlight glade you are no more alone, In darkened glory before you I stand. Tonight your heart shall be my home, Come my blushing Rose do take my hand. Now I hold Heavens' glory close to me, I lose myself within your pools of Love. The beauty and wonder of Love I see, It Is time for our hearts to rise above. Your lips In glory they now meet mine, In starlight glade our Love shall shine. We do drink from Loves' cup divine, You are Loves' eternal valentine. Dream your dreams as you always do, May your every dream come true. Lady of the light may you always view, This world of ours as you wish to do. Beauty always walk this world with pride, Your beauty through the years It grows. Never set your Love to hide, My beloved you are the beauteous blushing Rose. Michael Clarke
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You know, my friend, they say: This world the beaty'll save. Yes, for sure, it saves, The beauty of the soul, not face.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
Beauty
I am a boy named Tony My girlfriend's name is Beaty She doesn't allow me to sing She think my guitar playing has no feeling I just want to write her love melody If the world is not so ruined My Beaty is a bit undereducated I blame for her childhood and family I will show her all the words with love and meaning Until she become my favourite poet
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
Wake Up Beaty
She was a girl that loved to write When 4th grade hit that's where she was inspired to write her story The beauty started to fade, she started losing her sight Nobody knew who she really was Everyone thought she was ok All she wanted was to feel love Things got worse Her escape was her notebook and her pen Instead of her life feeling like a blessing, it felt like a curse She knew she didn't have anyone to vent to And she was all alone crying in the darkness She's a fighter, she's trying so hard not to lose She was the girl to always hand people her heart but it was either stolen,kicked or tossed The carvings on the papers started to get deeper Making sure she's able to follow the sentences and not get lost The pain increased, she became tired Her heart started to become cold Now she doesn't know such thing as a “fighter” After each day passed She wrote less Her mind started consuming her, She knows she won't last The ink has left the pages and found a new home on her skin Her story was slowly being written on her body Instead of her work being beaty, it started to become pure sin She was a book full of different stories The writing on her skin said it all Its hard to find what you're looking for, even if her stories were in different categories She started to look ill She knew her time was coming Realizing nobody will know how she feels Her book is almost finished The ink is starting to run out Cherish those last pages, sit down and listen The book is coming to end She puts the pen down She knows her new story is going to begin She reads her own book And smiles at the work she has done She left behind her story, so the people that needs it the most can look She was her own library, but only had one book She was the girl that took the ******** she was going through and made a story out of it She left it behind so the people like her can have hope The last sentence on the last page said “Our story isnt over” It's true so keep that in your head Everything will be ok Sit down and read her story God is watching over us, you can fight another day Just pray I promise you will be ok She's an author that everyone wanted to know Everyone wanted to know her story
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Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
her book
She was a girl that loved to write When 4th grade hit that's where she was inspired to write her story The beauty started to fade, she started losing her sight Nobody knew who she really was Everyone thought she was ok All she wanted was to feel love Things got worse Her escape was her notebook and her pen Instead of her life feeling like a blessing, it felt like a curse She knew she didn't have anyone to vent to And she was all alone crying in the darkness She's a fighter, she's trying so hard not to lose She was the girl to always hand people her heart but it was either stolen,kicked or tossed The carvings on the papers started to get deeper Making sure she's able to follow the sentences and not get lost The pain increased, she became tired Her heart started to become cold Now she doesn't know such thing as a “fighter” After each day passed She wrote less Her mind started consuming her, She knows she won't last The ink has left the pages and found a new home on her skin Her story was slowly being written on her body Instead of her work being beaty, it started to become pure sin She was a book full of different stories The writing on her skin said it all Its hard to find what you're looking for, even if her stories were in different categories She started to look ill She knew her time was coming Realizing nobody will know how she feels Her book is almost finished The ink is starting to run out Cherish those last pages, sit down and listen The book is coming to end She puts the pen down She knows her new story is going to begin She reads her own book And smiles at the work she has done She left behind her story, so the people that needs it the most can look She was her own library, but only had one book She was the girl that took the ******** she was going through and made a story out of it She left it behind so the people like her can have hope The last sentence on the last page said “Our story isnt over” It's true so keep that in your head Everything will be ok Sit down and read her story God is watching over us, you can fight another day Just pray I promise you will be ok She's an author that everyone wanted to know Everyone wanted to know her story
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Pull me in closer, grip my skin Remove the flesh from the bones to reveal what is in Overwhelming with Beaty, but it was her soul that I craved No words were ever needed, only the vibes that she made
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC
Water World