"bizzare" poems
"The first time I met you, you smiled,
That's when I thought you were special.
The first time we talked, you smiled,
That's when I knew you were a friend.
It's not about when
It's not about how long
It's about every little moments that made us happy,
It's about every bizzare things we've shared.
You are a part of who I am now,
You'll always and forever be.
You are one of the best stars in my night sky,
Even when we're apart you will still shine.
This is who you are to me— you are the pouring rain that makes me glad
You are a drizzling crystal that touches our hearts
You send us sunshine everytime you smile
You are a rainbow, so rare yet so wonderful"
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC
A world of distortion
Without time flowing anymore
With broken gravity which does not really keep you on the floor
There are no directions, up is down, left could be right
There is no moon, or sun to shine bright,
Just clouds, which seem to orbit this place,
In a beautiful blue they keep their little race,
It is a world with not much sense
Is it where dimensions are overleaping ?
No matter how bizzare it might be,
It is beautiful none the less to see,
How a bunch of chaos can end up so well,
But be careful, don't mistep, it would be a shame if you fell
After all I don't think this world has a bottom,
You might just land on an floating island and..
Never mind what I was about to say
Let us just enjoy this place and our stay,
Together as lovers
~ Umi
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
I'm a Kool g rockin' coogis poppin' coochies
Haters get murked like Colhese my rap lease
Debutin' numero uno the heavy weight sumo
Born on Jupiter raised on Earth my heart's colder than Pluto
Mic judo flows stickin' of ya corticals
Check me in the articles I be the broken particle
Of the universal ya need rehearsal **** goin' commerical
I lay raps like a hearse flow for rappers funeral
I a criminal none keep gats by the abdominal rhymin' phenomenal the mighty Apollo
Blazin' my cocoa flippin' crime like Bardellino
One luv to my nino got it locked like a Vegas casino
We checkin' ya dough at the front door so stop ya show
Fronting and stunting once my nines get the hunting
Bullets spikin' like kickers punting raw taunting
Game hungriest similiar to the lochness
Mon-star far from subpar rhymes ride bizzare
A pharcyde takin' ya into a spiritual homicide converged to the angelic hide
Still a crime shame all of 'em say the same
Thing flexin' diamonds on they pinky rings yet another sad soul that sings sub siblings
To the underworld debators contract initiator so you can create a
Pace between the stage and the audience face
**** that rather keep a gat tucked in the front or the back
With wisdom to rack
Imagine that fools breakin' for stats? see where my heart at?
Diggin' reachin' into the minds of the youth with the brutal truths
Chippin' my tooth
From killin' booths once I plot ya will ya loose
bringin' the ghetto blues and cruising *****
Still a sober jealous God am I call me Jehovah
Tactics of a Cobra one strike it's over
Venomous ridiculous hataz so conspicuous
Hatin' us only to anger my artillery surplus and who bust?
More rounds than Matt Dillion coatin' ya brains
With my lyrical penicillin stealin'
Back the spotlight
Catch the bright sunshine that stares into my mind
A Pharoah prophecy laid in the back of me
Head til I touch my final resting bed I'll embed
The realist **** ya ever heard shooting a bird
To all my enemies I blast at 'em with as the bullets herd
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
so you say you’re a bad ***** huh
so you prefer to be identified by bad ***** instead of ur real name huh
so you prefer to be valued by money instead of your worth
so you are a bad bitch,i ain’t tryna judge you,this ain’t no court
the term “bad ***** can’t end you up as a wife
those instagram pictures wont work,you can’t put a filter on life
you were born original,now you chose to live as a copy
look colourful on the outside but your life is sloppy
the beauty of having beauty is a lot more than being beautiful
the path to life you follow isnt geting any where meaningful
so you say”love sucks,i chase paper”cus to you love is just a verb
no cure for your attitude so you take drugs and herbs(weed)
anything that has a monetary value is worthless
you used to value more but the tag”bad bitch”made you less
you are now defined by pictures of you kissing the air,
exposing you ***** and *** looking for the next prey on facebook or instgram
we follow our dreams but a responsible man wont follow a”bad ***** on twitter
so you can say,you are not any responsible man’s dream
be a bad ***** all your youth and when old a baby sitter?
you raise the stakes for yourself and still cant cross the beam
life is not rosy and even if it is,roses have thorns
those things you do will hunt you,they’ll come with horns
lipsticks,eyelashes,short gowns,expensive wrist watches and purses
money first and then back on the ground,now thats a curse
bad ******* exist amongst us,they are our friends on facebook
"prostitute"sounds bizzare so she says shez a "bad *****
the person you are still searches for the person you should be
and i hope youre eyes dont remain shut for you to see
and the younger girs see you and want to be like you
they want to dress all thight and paint their faces like you
no one wants to be like margareth thatcher
they all wanna be nickky minaj
these days there are more bad ******* than wives
and to responsible men it’s like stabs from 100 knives
because a bad ***** will follow men
but a lady will cling to a man
and if you say youre a bad ***** and you need no man
tell that to yourself when you turn 40
a lady isnt defined by how bad or ****** she is but how elegant and classy she is
a bad ***** is pretty but the beauty of a lady is defining
so choose today to be a lady and start the change for our generation!#thepoet
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May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
*When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,
I'm aware that this may sound
crazy and bizzare - if it does,
then please do beg my pardon.
A secret garden in the woods
with such beauty hidden deep within,
Full of secret pathways and passages
that only special people would know about,
fitted with padlocked gates - so not to let
any bad people in.
Pretty little flowers
in vivid colours
that please the heart and soul -
seen through the eyes of everyone,
Butterflies dancing above pristine hills -
with hedges making mazes;
for a touch of fun.
Crimson tree-tops and rose bushes
in every beautiful colour
ever created,
A place that is so unique - from it,
no soul could stand to be seperated.
Ineffable in its beauty,
like a magnet souls are attracted,
This secret garden,
like a heavenly day dream,
in a daze -
from it, you cannot be distracted.
Whether there was a blue sky,
or dark clouds, as a daily rooftop,
Love and happiness
would be nonstop.
A place where loved ones
always felt safe and secure,
Never wanting to find
the secret garden's door.
They'd always be free
to be themselves,
A wish
That we all have for ourselves.
When I was just a little girl
I wanted so much for my life
to resemble a beautiful secret garden,
Now I'm all grown up,
and still trying
to bring this aspiration to life;
this vision, is one,
I am never, ever discarding,
I really still want my life
to be just like a beautiful secret garden,
And if this sounds crazy or bizzare...
then, please do beg my pardon!
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 4:24 AM UTC
I am a creative vampire
Am a bizzare creature i,
A bizzare poetry craving vampire
Creative creature craving your poetry
Vampire I, vampire poetry write
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
I've been called
A freak
A ******
A headcase
I've been told that
I'm crazy
I'm insane
I'm bizzare
I've heard my actions are
Alarming
Unsettling
Offbeat
All of this may be true
But it's me.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
We trailed through the moonlit road
As I wiped the tears that streamed my face—
Everything was calm, everything was serene
It felt like we were passing by a city
That had long fallen to deep slumber;
Where had once all the rushing cars had gone,
Back and forth, non-stop, as their engines rattled
With much desperation, pleading to rest.
Step by step, we slowed our pace, feeling the cool breeze shying from us
As we came to a halt.
The leaves ruffled, still, and the stars twinkled brighlty.
Everything seemed to come together in perfect harmony.
It all felt quite bizzare yet astounding;
quite frightening yet calming;
quite gloomy yet comforting.
It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before–
Perhaps my heart and mind had finally been at peace
And that the turmoil inside had faded into nonexistence.
• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
Who knew that what a known-to-be ordinary walk
Could turn into a magnificent, almost magical cure-
A cure for the mind that's filled with cloudy thoughts,
And a cure for the heart filled with pain and faults.
But what had truly made things better was..
Having you by my side amidst the whole tranquility
The entire scenery might have felt mysteriously unreal to me
But your presence was my reminder that it was all reality.
• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
The Empire State Building is a giant middle finger
Concrete is broken, NYPD, taxis racing, red light green light
I enter the hand of the city through it's capillaries breaking mad concrete
Warm gusts of **** grime, and transportation swallow me
The city feeds off dreams and hope which we personally, willingly give up
We all somehow learn to accept this fate
The passerby no longer human but broken mirror
The hand inundates my eyes from breezes of tomorrow
The spacy apartment, and the affluent career and the acquantanceship
Of the handful of New Yorkers that run the hand: all questionable plans today
It's as if the hand's grasp, although sharp and brick, would venerate your intellect, guaranteed
If that's the case, I see wizards of wisdom everyday snoozing on concrete and cardboard and plastic
Bearded, black with dirt and skin, threads ripped by a world inferrior than the one in thier minds
Empire "Middle Finger" State of intellect, scrapping billion dollar clouds
Sardine can subways, escalators, elevators, high on crack **** speed of sound
The cash nerve system meltsdown into golden chips to feed the pigeons
Glass and steel craft spaces for modernity to be sold like a Washington Heights *****
You can feel the growth of the hand at the end of your intestines
It's a warm, uncomfortable vibration revealed in your ********
Foreign tongues buzz through the air, through your hair for 19.95
New York needs a haircut, some profound discipline so we wake up from this bizzare life of welcomed pain
You once charmed me with hopes of culture, open minds, connections, real connections, love and laughter
Yet, Today I am hungry in Murray hill
I am cold in Chelsea
I am broken in Union Square
I ***** in SoHo
I have fallen in the East River
And I bleed on financial monoliths
Someone have mercy on my wills
It is an intention trying to be fulfilled
But failed when it became self-aware
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 11:44 PM UTC
Stop! Stand there in that yellow line
That line, yes, painted in yellow
Extending relentlessly in horizontals
Dividing our world and will keep me away from you
Now I can see you, and so do you
You are just 10 steps away from me
But 1 more step and you'll break that line, which is yellow
No, not the yellow line, your shoes should not touch its edges
Oh my poor yellow line
Just an old habit, intoxicating myself in the wonders,
Now I wonder, wondering if once you stepped in that yellow line
You might see the oddities of my world revolving in solitudes
Plain gray celestial bodies and dull stars
It's simply really boring there you know..(while shoulders shrugging)
My way of stopping you is such an abomination! Diabolicaly unacceptable!
Causing this whole fiasco to be more catastrophic, you can rebuke me if you please
How could I? Forgiveness should not be given right?
Its too much to be deserved by the person behind those yellow lines which is not you
Now you are walking away
I'm just there gazing at your back then back to my precious yellow line
I just noticed now, why does the flute i'm playing produces no sound?
It looses its voice, must be broken for the first time
No, not in the melancholic blues again
I've been too much indulged there
Maybe I should paint my moon green?
A touch of blue in my sun,
Then a little red in my stars
Orange in the asteroids then
Rainbows in the planets
Of course, yellow in my whole universe
Now it's so bizzare and confusing but I love it
But nope not to call him back
Nor the other shoes to step on that yellow line
No shoes should touch my yellow line
Now, there i'm sleepy but before that I just realized,
Monsters inside you simply be awaken and unleashed through playing with poetries
And again, the line which is painted in yellow
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Ripping out pages and crumpling paper
Lately I can't just express without saying
Something too raw pulling **** out the closet
Leave grown women sobbing this **** is bizzare just
Bare with me I'm sorry my life is revolving
I'm falling in hallways get faded to jot this
Can't bring you up every girl I'm involved with
Hates you to death, because I share my heart with
You and you only
Only you see my side
We've loved and we've lied and we've cuddled and cried
We built up our pride
We've drank and gotten high
But every sober moment
Protected my mind
You rejected my kind gestures and efforts in time
made me realize I played the Jester
Just to get by
Wonder why did I lose love?
Well at least I did try
Stealing you rings just to make you all mine
Still remember your size
Those seven point fives that you'd take off at night
I know you lost a couple shouldn't come as a surprise
We both lost it all even who we both are
These emotional scars make what we had hard to find
I'm just stuck in the car strapped along for the ride
I tapped in to the side of me that's still too in love
I know its too much and you don't want to rush, but
Me and you were playing house
Start thinking that I'm losing touch
Falling asleep together on Mare's couch
Maybe I should loosen up
When I leave you and I go home
I start forgetting what it is
Gotta keep in mind our two beautiful kids
I mean that's **reason enough to ************* live**
Why are we wasting our relationship on other relationships?
You know how sticky these situations get
You go up higher than me some days
You know what I think we could be some day
But you already know my side of things, man
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
on the first Tuesday last month,
I saw my Black Lab
propose to my grey and white cat,
I had noticed a certain something going on;
I thought it was aggressions over territory or food,
never imagined they had deeper feelings.
He had a little collar , with rhinestones,
for her, about like what I could afford if
some girl tickled my fancy.
She, answered with , " meow" and a cheek rub,
how could I turn down their romances.
I filled their dinner dish with fresh hot dogs,
their water dish with clean cool water, and a few rose petals,
went outside to let them be alone, heard such a ruckus,
reminded me of my honeymoon. When I came in my remote was chewed up.
The next month, Time Warner sent me a bill for an ****** movie
, 101 Damnations does a *****
I laughed.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
She has Cameras flashing,
Her Fake smiles,
Pushing flyers.
Desperation.
Her Clean Steps,
Stars etched for glory.
She has Rainbow fountains.
Tourists with wasted cash.
There is nothing here.
Yet for me—
She’s the connection to you.
.
Underneath her
I go, Farther and Farther
The escalator takes me down.
Watching, searching, waiting.
Take my hand,
Together we can walk
Her washed-out fame
The bizzare.
Underneath the California Pines,
On the darkened side walk,
the Roosevelt Sign
lights your face.
No where to go,
Strangers approaching.
Pull me close.
My lips,
Quickly pressed on yours.
The Naïve sweetness.
Your cultured ways.
August 31st.
You Fade with the metro
I fade with the crowd.
I have Hollywood boulevard.
Hiding tears that sting
I rise and rise
Up and up
There she is, wrapped by
The city of Angels.
I run on the highland,
Quickly down La Brea.
Pack this suitcase
I leave her behind.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
I've always found it bizzare
How people describe brutality
As animalistic
Did animals create
The nuclear missile
Showers of zyklon B
The middle passage
The inquisition
The gladiator games?
No, these horrors
Are purely man-made
This brutality
Is not animalistic
It is human.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
*Do Zen masters purposefuly
exclude women's
bizzare human joints
quivering ranking positions?*
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
I'm not really a poet
I've never claimed to be
The only reason I'm even here
Is because I can't watch my tv
See my wife hid my remote control
About a year or so ago
So I'm here killing some time
'Til I can watch my favorite show
I've been told so many things
About something they call "the flow"
I don't even know what that is
Unless they mean typing to slow
Then they say watch "the meter"
Well, I don't even own a car
So if it something to do with parking
I think that's kinda bizzare
They talk about "a syllable count"
But I guess nobody knows
That I can only count to twenty
If I use all my fingers and toes
One more thing they say a lot
Is something about "a rhyme"
Kinda like them bedtime stories
That mama read all the time
I just wanted to tell you this
In case, you didn't know it
I just want my remote control
Cause I'm really not a poet
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
sometimes, i sense myself spilling
my youth from a fragile glass jar.
other times, i conclude it's just me storing
up for frantic spending in its decaying days.
but mostly, my duties occupy the space -
this intangible commodity squeezes for place.
such metaphors would have been absurd and
bizzare to the shrieking children of the kampong days
my grandparents talked about: climbing trees that rusted
with rambutans, ankles dipped in mud burgeoning with
self-invented games, a bedlam of clucking chickens fleeing
unsuccessfully, dinner for a hut bursting with extended family.
nothing i can identify with: neither a similar event, nor
a familiar atmosphere of wild abandonment of youth.
i exist in a time where parents knock on rooms to bring their
students nutritious chicken essence, with a stack of expectations.
what's so good about progress: when our roots are saliva-speak,
when our youth and beyond are spent before it's expiry?
much like acclimatisation, i am ashamed to reveal that,
many times i can feel alive only when i adhere to the routines in
this city of expectations.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 5:02 AM UTC
Sweet Darkness,
You hold me in your loving arms,
cold and comforting.
I take you into myself,
and we become One.
Unhealthy obsession,
I welcome this sickness.
I long for your wretchedness.
I despise you.
Embrace me with your dark kiss;
Tear me apart from the inside out.
I cannot live without the Pain.
Who am I without You?
Mar 4, 2010
Mar 4, 2010 at 7:24 PM UTC
like a fireplace she gave me a spark, knowing I needed the light.
Starting as just a ember, I soon became Bright, It was to Her, in which I surrendered.
she watched me patiently, despite the pain on which I brought her, because of the choices I made, I should have been stronger. she is always forgiving, and always understanding, no matter who you are, She thought my old activites, where quite bizzare.
I was wreckless, selfish on how I act, She said that "it was responsibiliy that I had lacked". I gave her arrogance, I gave her attitude, I made her worry, she laughed and joked on how this would be a journey.
She looks for answers she could not find above, she give me hope, she gives me meaning, She is Love.
By now I've began to notice, with a small diagnosis, that she begins to cave, because she is human to, she became emotions slave.
I was not the reason, for I know her inside and out, I was by her side, without a doubt.
Wanting to give back that spark she gave me oh so long ago,
I reach out to her, trying to feed her dying flame, It was the constant barrage of feelings that where to blame.
So I sit here trying to rekindle her heart, but with the current obstacles, we slowly drifted apart.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
I didn't want thing's to change
We don't walk the same path,
We don't even talk anymore
How strangely bizzare
When we used to be best friends
Now it's like we're at war
We became enemy's
We estranged ourselves
We can't go on pretending
When the truth we know
We are only hurting ourselves
Merry Go Round We Spin
We tend to forget about our children
Who suffer most
Living day by day
Something gotta give
So tell me why you can't just let it go
Even if you don't love me anymore
Does that really mean we can't be friends
Instead of being down each others throats
The madness and arguing
The pain and sadness we go through
and we only doing it to ourselves
Merry Go Round We Spin
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
In need to feel
more than mere
words poets press
continue reading...
My Poems here
are a common
red blood bind
horizon heeding
from blank to grey.
Tips are starlit as
the most bold ink-lined
beautiful formation
of space & time.
Seems
bizzare, un-limited
falsificated classical
old blue ink evaporated
with digital evolution.
Not aware of its-elf ~ existence
is sinking deep into my
tactile fingerprint cushions
Once I see guidelines
there's no hook to be
made out of necessity.
I add and add ad
infinutum and all
I see is Home.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
I've traveled the road less frequented by some.
Looked into the dark eyes of the evil one.
Danced in the pale moonlight, almost stolen away.
Feeling less like myself with each bizzare passing day.
Searching for signs from the heavens above.
Looking out on crows swooping, no trace of the dove.
What perilous times were those of the past.
Praying for change, hoping the turmoil won't last.
Seeing the world evolve right before my very eyes.
Still struggling between the truth, and the seeming oncoming demise.
Was it over, my rise and fall with such a short reign?
Haha silly fools, I have already been through this pain.
Burned with the acidity, and flames of your words.
No more prayers, hopes, and looking for birds.
I learned it before, so let me begin..
When the world is cold and bitter, you must find the warmth within.
No looking for things that just are not there.
Many run and hide in the face of despair.
But hold steadfast and tight, be honest and true.
And I swear soon enough, you will look in the mirror and once again see the beautiful you.
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
I posed a querry to the stone on the summit and from it I got neither bile. Nor vomit.crickets chirping loudly into the night. The silenced with fright at once. Time passed through the hourglass with silty silence.
So I posed a querry. Slathered in razzleberry jam to the powers that am.
And the dedafening roar of NEVERMORE did bowl me over. So I posed another. Smotherd in clover and lo and behold the universe expanded in deafening silence.
Alas I am left with para of noia .
Furtive. Distrustfull. Disgusted evunnn. As said snagglepus.
A wuss in sheeps clothing. Serpentine riddle. No front nor back nor side nor middle. Left wanting of truth left here to self ******
Awww fiddle. Hey didle didle.
The cat and the fiddle.... licking his chops
Playing all sides agin the middle
Shmaaart
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
Am I insane
Is my work in your opinoin
Interesting
Mundane
Not that your sum of me is of importance
Relaying this with no reservation
I am just making polite conversation
I often wonder if am I insane
As many of the judgemental populous claim
Certainly not
Just a bizzare poet
Full of the truth others
Lack the courage to seek
For this reason alone
I am given full literary rein
To describe the universe
Life and death
In my sly and leading words
A kaleidscope of my thoughts
Come spilling out unhindered
I am quite helpless
The pen has a will of its own
Am I insane
As the people that warily observe me say
In comparison to their lives
A touch eccentric
A little strange
But you are the one reading this
Line after line not stopping
Now tell me who is insane
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC