"beautful" poems
Their screams of terror
Their cries for help
Their weeps of sorrow
Their the voices in my head
They have grown so old
They have become so loud
Now they echo all day long
I just wish for them to gro silent
The voices in my head
Grow more and more reckless
That I can't even think
Of the consequences to my actions
But no matter what they say or how they say it
They love you just as mush as me
Yet you dont see the love in my eyes
And you cant hear the songs that they sing
The voices in my head
Maybe sweet and comforting
But most of the time
Their sick, demented, and twisted
They argue over whether or not I should
Put a gun to my head
And all but one agrees
For me to pull the trigger
That one voice who cares
If I pull the trigger
Is the voice of reason
It's your beautful voice
The voices in my head
Are they wrong for wanting me dead
Are they right for causing my insanity
All I know is that I can trust them
Every second of my time
I spend listening to their screams
Their cries and their weeps
I realize why they do it
The voices in my head
Echo my pain
Because they know it
And know my demons
The voices in my head
Have never seen my heart
Yet they know the truth to my lies
And the tears not in my eyes
Of all these voices
Yours is the loudest
Causing me to put this gun down
And think of a better way to end it all
The voices in my head
Tell me you the only one
I can and will ever love
And the only one I can't hurt
But I feel as if
The voices in my head
Want me to be hurt
Due to the pain I have dealt
I beg of them to stop
And let me live on my own
To die on my own terms
But they continue on
Then I begin to notice
That all these voices
Are the voices of those I have hurt
Except your one voice of reason
Could it be
That all the pain
Not only my own
But the pain of others
Is the reason to the voices in my head
The voices in my head
Laugh as I piece together
A puzzle to bid to understand
A puzzle not meant to be pieced together
The voices in my head
Grow louder and louder
Even as I fight with them
I realize why I write about war
Because the biggest war is with myself
As I reach for the gun
To end their eerie laughs
I know it will bring satisfaction
So I load and **** it back
Squeezing the trigger slowly
Darkness engulfs me
The voices stop
Peace I don't have
As tears roll down your cheek
Another life I have wasted along with mine
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
Cleavage, Oh, what wounder!
Full and Round!
Soft and ****
Like a bouquet of flowers!
Fregrant & beautful,
meant to be admired.
Properly displayed,
In color and lace,
So wounderfully feminine!
A cavern of love,
She captures my attention,
And releases my desire.
Add just a smile!
Even a hint of one,
a powerful potion is revealed.
Cleavage with a Smile!
A great and powerful man,
under her **** spell.
hoplessly mesmerized,
by Cleavage with a Smile.
Don't look away!
Don't be offended!
be kind, add a smile.
Cleavage With a Smile!
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
Broken glass on the floor.
What once was something beautiful
Now shattered into tiny pieces.
Broken hearts everywhere
What once was a person,
Now shattered into tiny fragments.
What becomes of these pieces,
Can they ever be beautful again.
Some questions have no answers,
Some events have no reasons.
Whatever happens, happens.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
insides dead,
driftwood emotions,
oceans of regret.
swept under the waves.
Betterdays,
in the horizon.
Hard to find them
in the abyss
of bad habits
that i’ve inhabited.
Agoraphobic,
closed off,
like a treacherous day.
Doors locked,
subdued,
constant moods,
brooding storms in submarines,
under the weather
&
under the sea.
show me the coral reef,
of beautful feelings,
and creatures,
the features of life.
Evade me by day,
and escape me at night.
i can’t fathom the colloquial,
of the same old ****
i’m down with my nothing,
and i’ll sink with the ship.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
My mind is longing for love
A love my heart just found
Words will not describe
The emotions I feel inside
When we are together
I need to hold you close
Heart to mind, or lips to lips
I love your smile,
your **** charm,
your valiant walk
All these things sets alarm
To each day I walk alone
No one can fill my heart . . . your home
I think about you all **** day
But mostly when I lie awake
I never dreamt much in the past
Now I do and its for you
I will stand by your side
Through thick and all
To see that gorgeous smile
That always makes me fall
When you think you have nothing left
I SWEAR to you, I'll be left
Your gentle lips and your beautful glow
An angel I have, from head to toe
I know these words
My heart has shown
To you I vow these words alone.
To: Francisco
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
My heart
Once a caterpillar
Not yet grown
But once it knew
Love
It grew
To be
A beautful butterfly
Fluttering
And fluttering
On it's way
Straight to you.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
throw me down on your holy altar,
bleed me now and do not falter.
For this sin i dare to witness,
tears me to this deepest bitterness.
If its a crime to feel this passion,
why strip it away with no compassion?
for if its an affliction we are born to bare,
can blame be placed on those and them that share?
i ask you voice thats never there,
shall i leave another message on your holy chair,
to not preach salvation.
to those you offer no advocation.
or should i like you turn away,
let those blinded fools keep their ways,
and whisper onto empty ears,
for reality does nowt but bring their fears.
We have sat outside your perfection,
and survived and lived in moderate affection.
from others you've shunned and burned,
oh how my faithful fools the tides have turned!
So witness the great and beautful karma,
that mocks and riddicules your holy father.
condemn who you will to a fictional horror,
and leave us blissful in our faithless squalor!
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 4:06 PM UTC
Something feels wrong about this
About you now
24 hours can change the world
Can change everything
Twice
Three times even
I miss being stable
I miss wen things were always the same
And I never had to think about tomorrow
You were so beautful to me yesterday
And maybe you will be once I see your face again
But for now
I'm scared of the changes
I'm scared because I cannot control anything about or around me
I want everything to be the way it was when I was little
Everything was juice boxes and scraped knees and laughing
Now everything is dfferent
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
I decided to run on this grassy plain
Spreading my arms and hoping to stay sane
I imagined myself as a bird, at home in the sky
I thought maybe his words wouldn't reach me if I went real high
Oh how I would like to fly
I buried myself so his darkness couldn't seek
I thought maybe his madness had finally reached its peak
The hangman is so articulate when it comes to games such as this
He checked every grave and I only had a short lived bliss
Oh how I wish I never gave him my kiss
I needed to overcome this man
I searched desperately for a new plan
I hiked for miles up a mountainous path
I felt inner peace and sunlight at last
Oh how nice, but the sun was soon consumed by the blackness of his wrath
Beautful innocent man, don't come to close to me
But I want him closer so I can see
He has so much inner brightness
While I'm clouded by the hangman who deprives me of lightness
Still I want the sunny man and all his kindness
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 8:42 AM UTC
The trees were talking in foreign tongues,
The leaves had plenty to say,
As he stood deep in the golden grove
Watching the treetops sway.
A gentle breeze had caught at their breath
To carry their whispered tales,
From tree to tree in the woodland depth
While the Autumn winds prevailed.
And golden leaves lay thick at their feet
A magic carpet of death,
Fluttering down with their lives complete
At the time of their final breath.
But she lay still on a mound of leaves
And smiled at the man she loved,
While he looked up like a man who grieves
At the sway of the trees above.
‘Why is the Autumn fall so sad,
Could it be that they feel like us?
Their Summer went, and at last they’re spent
And fall from the trees like dross.’
‘They’ve had their season of love,’ she sighed,
‘While ours is still ahead,’
‘But even we,’ he had then replied,
‘Face the day when we’ll both be dead.’
He joined her down on the bed of leaves
And she kissed his lips and his brow,
‘I never think about death,’ she said,
‘But only the here and now.’
‘Don’t you listen to what’s been said,
Those fluttering leaves in the air,
They’re asking, what’s it like to be dead
In a tone of utter despair.’
‘How could you know just what they say,
They’re swaying trees in the breeze,
There isn’t a dictionary, per se,
That a man can follow with ease.’
‘Haven’t you heard the tender moan
They make, when the wind soughs through,
Their sadness echoes in every tone
And it kills me, looking at you.’
‘You have to stop, you’re frightening me,’
She said as she pulled away,
‘I thought that we came to make sweet love
On a beautful Autumn day.’
‘But what will we think when our skin is dry,
And wrinkled, so many years,
Maybe the love that we feel today
Will lie in a horse-drawn hearse.’
He looked again and he watched her age
So brittle, an Autumn leaf,
Dry and brown, he was looking down
While she stared with eyes of grief.
‘You’ve taken away our springtime, Joe,
And reached for the Autumn rain,
I only know that I have to go
And I’ll not come here again!’
David Lewis Paget
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC
Of all the things that I can see, know what I'd truly like to be?
With all it's natural beauty shown, sitting on it's pure green throne
With every season, a new face worn;
The most beautiful Spring, when it's reborn
To live thru centuries , showing elegance with age
Always in peace , it knows not rage
Poetically graceful , yet so strong
Never deciding what's right, or what's wrong
Oh!, what a beautful life to live
Never having to take , but able to give
Never restricted ,in the open and free
The most carefree of lives
The life of a tree!
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 24, 2009 at 4:01 AM UTC
Tomb Raider
A Poem by Corset
..."and if he's got a tomb
you should go in"
"But you can't knock..."
"on the door;
the door's wide open"
A singing budget cut.
B Movie,
cheap thrills
"I'm going to FXXK
with her"...
"you are going to die"...
..."why do you say things like that"
"you know I heard you just now"
..."Oh sorry"
"beautful"...
...Contentment.
(smirk)...
Mid-way house...
(she turns over and flips her hair
away from her neck.)
..."you said no..."
..."I was afraid"...
..."only half way there"...
..."there are circumstances"
"to over come"...
..."like this knife"
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
The flowers of my life
the fairies that paint my world
the women who inspire me
when I've given up on the world
Their aura's of many colors
all a beauty in their own way
the present and the past
making a beautful bouquet
I love each and everyone of them
my family and my friends
That touch my soul
and let me know
my heart is where the rainbow ends
Thank you to my flowers
To my beautiful bouquet
Thank you to my fairies
who paint away the grey
I cherish everyone of you
and I think it is time to say
Thank you ..everyone of you
Those in my garden now
and those who's petals have flown away.
Embrace the beauty
inside of you
Share your fragence with pride
Let the magic shine through
The beauty you have inside
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 6:35 PM UTC
I wish I could say
That life is much more beautful
I wish I could say
You don't appear in my dreams
I wish I could say
You are behind bars for hurting me
But all i can say is
My mum is dealing with the mess you created
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
Still awake.
Thinking about how everything is supposed to be good for me right now.
Realizing how everything isn't
Realizing how everything means nothing because of you
I have a month left and then I'm free.
Free to think of you , cry for you , in another city
Life is beautful
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 8:00 PM UTC
Unfortunately l Remember someone and many that messed up the family with Unfortunate wicked ***** ways.
I don't what to Remember just like so many of my brotherz and sisterz that have been Vilated and l wish so many great positive things to you when down and low Because l don't whish to Remember the bad only beautful things Wright now l just need to Remember Good things that make me smile and not ******* they speak like WHAT.............Unfortunately trying to be on Good terms with Us. When is it PAY BACK TIME HELP the Every DAY Victim's. UNFORTUNATELY THEY DON'T CARE. l Do" My Love is Greater for my People of Black Knowledge Hardship is nothing to me because lve lived lt JUST like my Brotherz and sisterzs' Jah knows everything.ting Peace be with you keep on the wright PATH in your head TO'
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Beauty is poetry
Its the expression of emotion
liturature with style
written for others or ones self
In silence or said out loud
Every word is specific
Written with quality
Not quantity
It's soft and soothing
Written with beauty
That's an art
That's poetry
Read one and fall into an illusion
It draws the action, the place
It keeps rhythmitic pace
Its graceful
And full of passion
Feelings you can't bare
Using words to slash them
Poetry is art it's an action
A battle with each verse
Expressing
The best and the worst
Breaking each emotion with taste
Moving with motion
Without haste
Its poetry not a waste
Its defining
Your feelings with grace
Poetry is words
With art
Its music without instruments
Its commonsense
To express
Poetry is Like ***
You can **** or love
It can be beautful or rough
Did I define it enough
This is poetry
And It's not dead
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
You are a gem among the souls
Polished to sharp edges
Radiating spectrum of colors when held
A smile of the morning sun
Stretching around your simple creation
Stops time in its track
Lips of heavenly clouds
Stained my heart in a single kiss
Eyes of cocoa dream
Dancing to imaginary tunes
Drowning the roars of the ocean around
People speculating insanity
But for me
An addiction unlike other
A heart that leaves even the saints envious
Look at what you have made
What you are
What you hold
A life
Of unmade bed
And adorable pups
Filled with passion
For chocolates
And lust for adventures
Pay no heed to the whispers
That haunt your ears
For they are just jealous
Of what you have
And what they don't
A beautful life,
Of your making.
- ©M
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
call me
what you like
i really do not care
whore,slut,slag
i dont care
because i am a young lady
beautful in every way
and you're just a
bully with
the words
that come out of
your horrible mouth
you try to put me down
well it doesnt work, i have
friends who
can help me
through all
the things
you may
say to
me.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
The first moment I saw you
I fell
The second time
I fell
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Just by looking at you.
You were beautful,
your hair,
your eyes,
your tiny hands
I fell
Just by looking at you.
I saw you,
My whole world stopped.
Nothing existed,
but
Me and you.
Just me looking at you.
Nothing else,
No sounds
No cares,
No time
No place
Just me looking at you.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
her hair is dark.
rays of golden light shine throw white curtians onto it as she sleeps in the morning.
her eyes are golden
stars dance in them everytime she smiles.
she walks through moonlit gardens with shallow ponds,
and through firey tunnels where her demons hide.
she is beautful
but not weak
she is strong, and powerful
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
Just like a rose the queen of beauty,
your face is more than pretty,
the paragon of all animals,
what else can be more beautiful than your face,
why cant a bee fly over your face,
cos l think you are more of beautiful than living flowers.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
My innocent sins
are what I call my beautful perfections
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC