"besided" poems - Hello Poetry

I don't wanna choose I have not yet decided But what if one day The people need provided A savior in need A hero confided Do I have what it takes With the doubt subsided When I fail When I've misguided All the people Had to've abided A heroine fake A heroine strided No longer a leader But placed besided Step down the throne Step down to the floor My place atop Was too much a chore Too much to handle Too much to adore Have not what it takes To stand up for For all the people For all the deplore I have now decided Not to choose anymore

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Nov 7, 2012

Nov 7, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC

l-smida

*Hero

I don't wanna choose I have not yet decided But what if one day The people need provided A savior in need A hero confided Do I have what it takes With the doubt subsided When I fail When I've misguided All the people Had to've abided A heroine fake A heroine strided No longer a leader But placed besided Step down the throne Step down to the floor My place atop Was too much a chore Too much to handle Too much to adore Have not what it takes To stand up for For all the people For all the deplore I have now decided Not to choose anymore

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___________________ another mourning morning, usual signs of warning, wanted to wash away the distress signs of no sleep, turned on the tap, out came only troubled waters, my only friend, the voice from the mirror, pretending to be coming from me, speaking: Oh Lord, Oh Lord! *is there no surcease for me, somewhere, can I find, little bites, small plates, pieces of peace, the kind of kindness that eases, repairs the dividers of mind, the country stone fences that been growing wilder, when, troubled child of 10, window breaking, beyond youthful mischievousness, evil streaked, so deemed* Give me a boat, give me a bridge, give me a road, a home, one of those things poets, songwriters about, wax lyrical, Oh Lord, give me time, 45 seconds, even two or three, Being strong, being confident, am I not entitled to that, a boat, sturdy mast, cause sailing from storm to storm, just glimpsing dry land, is that too much, a pale beyond? love, nah, a bridge too far, not even on the menu, not blinded, I am off key, not well enough, between the peaks between, *I am out of sync, bubbling discombobulated, a **** besided, behind, lend me a finger, not even a hand, a kernel, not even a cob, a string, forget a rope, a washcloth to bathe and dry,* lay me down, lay me down, to live, even just not dying.

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC

left-foot

troubled waters, Paul

___________________ another mourning morning, usual signs of warning, wanted to wash away the distress signs of no sleep, turned on the tap, out came only troubled waters, my only friend, the voice from the mirror, pretending to be coming from me, speaking: Oh Lord, Oh Lord! *is there no surcease for me, somewhere, can I find, little bites, small plates, pieces of peace, the kind of kindness that eases, repairs the dividers of mind, the country stone fences that been growing wilder, when, troubled child of 10, window breaking, beyond youthful mischievousness, evil streaked, so deemed* Give me a boat, give me a bridge, give me a road, a home, one of those things poets, songwriters about, wax lyrical, Oh Lord, give me time, 45 seconds, even two or three, Being strong, being confident, am I not entitled to that, a boat, sturdy mast, cause sailing from storm to storm, just glimpsing dry land, is that too much, a pale beyond? love, nah, a bridge too far, not even on the menu, not blinded, I am off key, not well enough, between the peaks between, *I am out of sync, bubbling discombobulated, a **** besided, behind, lend me a finger, not even a hand, a kernel, not even a cob, a string, forget a rope, a washcloth to bathe and dry,* lay me down, lay me down, to live, even just not dying.

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Forced entry.. Seen you like a sentry when you met me Hit me like a tempt tree, will you let me? Can i ask for more? My judgments poor.. Forbidden fruit in your touch like an Apple Store. Commodities i can't afford But i'll take it.. And you come oddly towards me like you might speak forth with a tongue that's forked.. With just a taste i am delighted, Ignorance enlightened, Privilege provided, With myself besided, ..........empty

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Apr 3, 2018

Apr 3, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC

cpoet

Gods Gift

Forced entry.. Seen you like a sentry when you met me Hit me like a tempt tree, will you let me? Can i ask for more? My judgments poor.. Forbidden fruit in your touch like an Apple Store. Commodities i can't afford But i'll take it.. And you come oddly towards me like you might speak forth with a tongue that's forked.. With just a taste i am delighted, Ignorance enlightened, Privilege provided, With myself besided, ..........empty

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