"belgrade" poems - Hello Poetry

The Danube was moody that night - stormy and loud and rowdy like a happy old drunk we walked side by side and counted the stars exploding in the sky we were young and we were new and the air felt like fireworks I wore a frilly skirt and a silly smile you wore your dinner jacket with your grown-up tie and we danced to the music across the ripple river while Belgrade woke up all around us with whispers and sighs

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Jun 29, 2014

Jun 29, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC

rosieinthecity

Joy

The Danube was moody that night - stormy and loud and rowdy like a happy old drunk we walked side by side and counted the stars exploding in the sky we were young and we were new and the air felt like fireworks I wore a frilly skirt and a silly smile you wore your dinner jacket with your grown-up tie and we danced to the music across the ripple river while Belgrade woke up all around us with whispers and sighs

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brate be seven feet balkan handz yugo betrugo atm tear it off toni da serb rade belgrade brate be seven feet balkan dropkick es ist optik es ist kopffick we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish diz be the last day of yous ridiculous stay on this world last day of ya stay gimme your girl gimme da cash para be stammel du hammel ik fick dich he a sturdy kidic aber keine wichtig! come over and watch gimme some cash i'll cut ya head off yous trash ain't no madov ya know the code bro inspire me baby shorty now a sporty nach dieser feier gimme some raki my pantz be khaki benz like stasi you know the code joe gimme gimme gimme bibi bibi bibi ain't no real like the copy of a copy du opfer ich schneide deinen kopf ab eingeweide quill'n you gotz to chill we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish jacket originally stolen cevape and börek para and babas we don't care yeah life be quick touch my d##k rub my d##k life too quick energy months mothman ***** michael myers' titts hyper years feel me like an o.g. you know the code brate wenn ich deine fresse schlage yugo betrugo ebonics we got this yugo betrugo brate in die fresse pate we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish ain't nothing new check the views just one fu##in fan will burn ya jam hip hop colors flip flop mamas beach feelingz we need ringz: MASSIVE we need chainz: CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC

maxneumann

Parental Advisory / ADULT (CENSORED VERSION of "We So Yibbish" in EBONICS/GERMAN/YUGOSLANG)

brate be seven feet balkan handz yugo betrugo atm tear it off toni da serb rade belgrade brate be seven feet balkan dropkick es ist optik es ist kopffick we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish diz be the last day of yous ridiculous stay on this world last day of ya stay gimme your girl gimme da cash para be stammel du hammel ik fick dich he a sturdy kidic aber keine wichtig! come over and watch gimme some cash i'll cut ya head off yous trash ain't no madov ya know the code bro inspire me baby shorty now a sporty nach dieser feier gimme some raki my pantz be khaki benz like stasi you know the code joe gimme gimme gimme bibi bibi bibi ain't no real like the copy of a copy du opfer ich schneide deinen kopf ab eingeweide quill'n you gotz to chill we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish jacket originally stolen cevape and börek para and babas we don't care yeah life be quick touch my d##k rub my d##k life too quick energy months mothman ***** michael myers' titts hyper years feel me like an o.g. you know the code brate wenn ich deine fresse schlage yugo betrugo ebonics we got this yugo betrugo brate in die fresse pate we so yibbish we so yibbish diz is fibbish gimme widdish ain't nothing new check the views just one fu##in fan will burn ya jam hip hop colors flip flop mamas beach feelingz we need ringz: MASSIVE we need chainz: CUBAN LINK NECKLACE 1 KG CLASSIC

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We walked the streets that were littered with cans. Staying out until dawn because that was our type of fun. We may have done nothing, but that was okay by me. Star gazing all night just because. When I look at the sky now, it pains me. You're over there, watching the stars. I'm here going blind by staring at the sun. What hurts more than blindness is that I no longer walk those littered streets. I no longer kiss you against graffiti walls.

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC

natalya-kristova

Belgrade

We walked the streets that were littered with cans. Staying out until dawn because that was our type of fun. We may have done nothing, but that was okay by me. Star gazing all night just because. When I look at the sky now, it pains me. You're over there, watching the stars. I'm here going blind by staring at the sun. What hurts more than blindness is that I no longer walk those littered streets. I no longer kiss you against graffiti walls.

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White happens to be very bright White happens to be compound, Dirt leaves no stains on white, The sound of cymbals — white sound. There are many shades of white, Symbols, foretokens and meanings. Brides strive after bliss in white In London, Belgrade and Campinas. White dove is a symbol of peace. White flag means cessation of arms. They grieve in white clothes for deceased In Tokyo, Shanghai, Sasaram. Women pick their partners themselves — These immutable rules of white dance. There’s no habit to be in the row — It’s not easy to be a white crow. A lot of nuances: pearl, opal and ice, White night and white whisper and usual rice. Noble ivory, creamy, vanilla and grey. Unreachable, mystic and far Milky Way.

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC

elena-tanakova

Poem about white color

White happens to be very bright White happens to be compound, Dirt leaves no stains on white, The sound of cymbals — white sound. There are many shades of white, Symbols, foretokens and meanings. Brides strive after bliss in white In London, Belgrade and Campinas. White dove is a symbol of peace. White flag means cessation of arms. They grieve in white clothes for deceased In Tokyo, Shanghai, Sasaram. Women pick their partners themselves — These immutable rules of white dance. There’s no habit to be in the row — It’s not easy to be a white crow. A lot of nuances: pearl, opal and ice, White night and white whisper and usual rice. Noble ivory, creamy, vanilla and grey. Unreachable, mystic and far Milky Way.

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