"bryson" poems - Hello Poetry

Tory Lanez Drake The Weeknd PartyNextDoor Post Malone ILoveMakonnen RDGLDGRN Kyle G-Eazy Rae Sremmurd Future Travis Scott Lana Del Rey Bryson Tiller Jhene Aiko Cal Scruby Twenty-one pilots The Neighbourhood Zayn Malik Jimi Hendrix Nina Simone Damian Marley ft Nas Stephen Marley ft Wyclef Jean ft Nina Simone (Song:keeper of the flame) No-Maddz (Song: Shotta) Jesse Royal

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC

Bunhead17

You know who is awesome (r&b/ rappers/singers)

Tory Lanez Drake The Weeknd PartyNextDoor Post Malone ILoveMakonnen RDGLDGRN Kyle G-Eazy Rae Sremmurd Future Travis Scott Lana Del Rey Bryson Tiller Jhene Aiko Cal Scruby Twenty-one pilots The Neighbourhood Zayn Malik Jimi Hendrix Nina Simone Damian Marley ft Nas Stephen Marley ft Wyclef Jean ft Nina Simone (Song:keeper of the flame) No-Maddz (Song: Shotta) Jesse Royal

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Your shirt was checked. I hate checked shirts I thought as I noticed you alone In the corner with a coffee. You must have left whilst I was engrossed In Bryson's Europe. Sorry I didn't notice; Belgium is beautiful at this time of year. I was dancing through the starlight streets In a dress I never wear dresses. A coffee later I am in Germany Bored. Not my scene. A boy rallies round on his scooter Indoors! You walk in. Again?! Two coffees in one day You must be tired A briefcase - are you a worker Like me Kept away from December's festivities I catch your eye Awkward in these situations You are sat opposite me Purpose? Bryson is touring Cologne. For once it sounds awful But the 60 minute mark draws near Though it rains outside I must leave you here in the warmth Back to a lonely work in the lonely rain. Perhaps I could smile at you As I close the door.

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Jan 13, 2014

Jan 13, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC

katy-culshaw

Lunch Break.

Your shirt was checked. I hate checked shirts I thought as I noticed you alone In the corner with a coffee. You must have left whilst I was engrossed In Bryson's Europe. Sorry I didn't notice; Belgium is beautiful at this time of year. I was dancing through the starlight streets In a dress I never wear dresses. A coffee later I am in Germany Bored. Not my scene. A boy rallies round on his scooter Indoors! You walk in. Again?! Two coffees in one day You must be tired A briefcase - are you a worker Like me Kept away from December's festivities I catch your eye Awkward in these situations You are sat opposite me Purpose? Bryson is touring Cologne. For once it sounds awful But the 60 minute mark draws near Though it rains outside I must leave you here in the warmth Back to a lonely work in the lonely rain. Perhaps I could smile at you As I close the door.

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A Simple Walkway By this device just an old ordinary taken for granted side walk there is no place it doesn’t lead Hops scotch any one key skates on your shoes how they let you zoom oh the prints left there A bike for Christmas feel daddy’s strong hands hear his feet running to keep up ever feel so freed Remember when you were there playing mother walked by her perfume caused womanly fantasies Up town on Saturday shopping day take the sidewalk get a haircut one two Jims the other to Dressings Montgomery wards that great wide white stair way sports one floor clothes on the other Get dolls toy guns all kind of assorted toys at Ben Franklin if not there find Woolworth’s full blessings Whatever, hurry you know the Roseland will be starting the afternoon matinee action packed thrills Live out the movies Carl Wessel Western Auto arrows fifty cents Coast to Coast BB guns Can’t afford a bow take a mop stick and cut an inner tube into a strip nail on both ends watch her fly If you’re not allowed to have even an air rifle use more inner tube a forked stick wa la slingshot what fun Grocery shopping great on second St Piggly Wiggly or Wempen’s on the alley up from Bryson’s garage Need shoes Summer’s store or Duez get a pair of Buster Browns this follow the side walk your welcome If you just need a repair Ray does fine work Pen well’s store has all the dresses guaranteed no guessing Hustle and bustle going on all over town activity nonstop great foot traffic go to town the past will come You will stir up endless memories in this new time that could use those sweet happy times at the five and Dime

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Jan 8, 2012

Jan 8, 2012 at 11:38 PM UTC

hal-loyd-denton

A Simple Walkway

A Simple Walkway By this device just an old ordinary taken for granted side walk there is no place it doesn’t lead Hops scotch any one key skates on your shoes how they let you zoom oh the prints left there A bike for Christmas feel daddy’s strong hands hear his feet running to keep up ever feel so freed Remember when you were there playing mother walked by her perfume caused womanly fantasies Up town on Saturday shopping day take the sidewalk get a haircut one two Jims the other to Dressings Montgomery wards that great wide white stair way sports one floor clothes on the other Get dolls toy guns all kind of assorted toys at Ben Franklin if not there find Woolworth’s full blessings Whatever, hurry you know the Roseland will be starting the afternoon matinee action packed thrills Live out the movies Carl Wessel Western Auto arrows fifty cents Coast to Coast BB guns Can’t afford a bow take a mop stick and cut an inner tube into a strip nail on both ends watch her fly If you’re not allowed to have even an air rifle use more inner tube a forked stick wa la slingshot what fun Grocery shopping great on second St Piggly Wiggly or Wempen’s on the alley up from Bryson’s garage Need shoes Summer’s store or Duez get a pair of Buster Browns this follow the side walk your welcome If you just need a repair Ray does fine work Pen well’s store has all the dresses guaranteed no guessing Hustle and bustle going on all over town activity nonstop great foot traffic go to town the past will come You will stir up endless memories in this new time that could use those sweet happy times at the five and Dime

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**Andy (Rest in peace) True Courage Thomas Rex Purvi Gadia Konr Víctor Manuel Serna Liz And Lilacs WM Ember Evanescent anxiety Closed Story Andrew Quikkes Amber K Steel Peter Robert Hamilton Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg Creep that Loves You Kiyuki I miss you... And of course Gavin**

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC

WickedHope

Names Tell Our Stories Before We Speak

**Andy (Rest in peace) True Courage Thomas Rex Purvi Gadia Konr Víctor Manuel Serna Liz And Lilacs WM Ember Evanescent anxiety Closed Story Andrew Quikkes Amber K Steel Peter Robert Hamilton Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg Creep that Loves You Kiyuki I miss you... And of course Gavin**

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I once wondered if I would ever have a Bryson Tiller moment... That “I'm back and I'm better" vibe. In hindsight, I think, “Wait, I've woken up every morning, right? Shouldn't I start by thanking God that I'm even alive?" “Tomorrow never comes", some say. “Live everyday like it's your last." Well I agree that we live in today, But I will not let my future regret its past. Take every mistake, every moment you wish that was not, And look at it in a different light. If you had not walked down that path You could have suffered a more dangerous plight. At times its the decisions we don't make that matter most, For they shape what could have been. What's more important is whether what was not Would have been a blessing or a sin.

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Sep 5, 2016

Sep 5, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC

gaius-normanyo

Don't Wait Until Your Future Passes

I once wondered if I would ever have a Bryson Tiller moment... That “I'm back and I'm better" vibe. In hindsight, I think, “Wait, I've woken up every morning, right? Shouldn't I start by thanking God that I'm even alive?" “Tomorrow never comes", some say. “Live everyday like it's your last." Well I agree that we live in today, But I will not let my future regret its past. Take every mistake, every moment you wish that was not, And look at it in a different light. If you had not walked down that path You could have suffered a more dangerous plight. At times its the decisions we don't make that matter most, For they shape what could have been. What's more important is whether what was not Would have been a blessing or a sin.

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Tobacco tar stuck like the scars from my tattoos: pain elective and permanent like we like the mimetic representational citations of Bryson Tiller and Drake, what hails so merrily your unsaid name?

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC

cecelia-francis

Tobacco tar

Tobacco tar stuck like the scars from my tattoos: pain elective and permanent like we like the mimetic representational citations of Bryson Tiller and Drake, what hails so merrily your unsaid name?

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Thoughts on taking photos of plants in an urban environment. “You’ll always see me because I’m everywhere, you can’t get rid of me because I’ll always be there, you can’t stop me from growing because it’s what I do, and you can’t beat me because there’s more of me than there is of you”. Bryson Flegg

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Aug 21, 2014

Aug 21, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC

karl-franssen

A Quote From My Friend

Thoughts on taking photos of plants in an urban environment. “You’ll always see me because I’m everywhere, you can’t get rid of me because I’ll always be there, you can’t stop me from growing because it’s what I do, and you can’t beat me because there’s more of me than there is of you”. Bryson Flegg

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Myla and Bryson I never would have named him Bryson anyway Imagined them playful, smiling, loving an essence of us Imagined green grass and a fence to keep The dog in Imagined late nights, tv is the only light, as we cuddle Shining on our family Happiness But there is no Myla or Bryson Nobody’s playful, smiling, loving There is no dog There is no family

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May 23, 2019

May 23, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC

ahoswel

5. Depression

Myla and Bryson I never would have named him Bryson anyway Imagined them playful, smiling, loving an essence of us Imagined green grass and a fence to keep The dog in Imagined late nights, tv is the only light, as we cuddle Shining on our family Happiness But there is no Myla or Bryson Nobody’s playful, smiling, loving There is no dog There is no family

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I sit sadly, a row away. I glance at him, every once in a while, Hoping for something to happen. Sometimes he smiles at me, Says something funny. I just long to have a conversation, And maybe, just be friends. She told me that he's a ******* I kind of believe her. I can't let myself be damaged by him, I'm already hurt enough. I wish I was cool.

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Jan 16, 2018

Jan 16, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC

beeblemonade

Bryson

I sit sadly, a row away. I glance at him, every once in a while, Hoping for something to happen. Sometimes he smiles at me, Says something funny. I just long to have a conversation, And maybe, just be friends. She told me that he's a ******* I kind of believe her. I can't let myself be damaged by him, I'm already hurt enough. I wish I was cool.

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Not am l a great literate For most of my work is of moderate Words Speak to my soul Like Jesus did to the people of Nazareth. Every letter is like a unique colour 50 shades of wisdom and power To encourage me every hour, Even when l am singing in the shower. Only few ever see my writing Because we are all too busy fighting But words are my armour and clothing and l fear nothing. Reading feels like the narrator is speaking through my eyes And we share the same lows and highs. I never thought of myself as a good lyricist Until l went to the pharmacist And he gave that good Baptist. But l removed myself from the ethist. I used to wrestle my words with my words But l realized hey, this is for kids I was reading too much So l had to reap my seeds. Words with a zest of sly confusion are the ones of the right fusion. When l know what they mean l will get the right pension To use the in the best intention. The say the pen is sharper than the sword But the sword has cheated and left the world cold. Words to me are straight and narrow, They shoot my mind like a straight arrow Sometimes funny but they are no Jack Sparrow Every statement hits the bone marrow Like Moses speaking to a Pharoah. Faith moves mountains, words flow out from the Great fountain The same in which Greats like Mandela Had mental minds of an alien Gorilla, And Michael Jackson got his lyrics for thriller Or like Bryson tiller almost wrote a song for Maria And the biblical story of Noriah Wow Words blow me away like an Attack from North Korea I start to feel Great like lm friends with Sia Haha You have no idea.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC

Charles_Chitsungo

Something about Words

Not am l a great literate For most of my work is of moderate Words Speak to my soul Like Jesus did to the people of Nazareth. Every letter is like a unique colour 50 shades of wisdom and power To encourage me every hour, Even when l am singing in the shower. Only few ever see my writing Because we are all too busy fighting But words are my armour and clothing and l fear nothing. Reading feels like the narrator is speaking through my eyes And we share the same lows and highs. I never thought of myself as a good lyricist Until l went to the pharmacist And he gave that good Baptist. But l removed myself from the ethist. I used to wrestle my words with my words But l realized hey, this is for kids I was reading too much So l had to reap my seeds. Words with a zest of sly confusion are the ones of the right fusion. When l know what they mean l will get the right pension To use the in the best intention. The say the pen is sharper than the sword But the sword has cheated and left the world cold. Words to me are straight and narrow, They shoot my mind like a straight arrow Sometimes funny but they are no Jack Sparrow Every statement hits the bone marrow Like Moses speaking to a Pharoah. Faith moves mountains, words flow out from the Great fountain The same in which Greats like Mandela Had mental minds of an alien Gorilla, And Michael Jackson got his lyrics for thriller Or like Bryson tiller almost wrote a song for Maria And the biblical story of Noriah Wow Words blow me away like an Attack from North Korea I start to feel Great like lm friends with Sia Haha You have no idea.

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