"buld" poems
From the moment of birth
Our instincts of survival
Bring us down to earth
We dream of the fairy tale
world we wish to live
Hoping to be happy and
learning to give
When we reach our peak
and buld the person we
want to be
Something happens to
our security of survival
and our friends become
our rivals
Rolling, Rolling, over and over
again
back to the bottom
for another spin
Our Minds unclear of
the person we built to be
Instincts of survival have
taken over you see
control is lost
Survival at any cost
Aimlessly we wander
Hurting the ones we love
Until our thoughts we
launder
The world again becomes
our dove
Repeated over and over
again
Each time the threat of
survival blows in the
wind.
You see we are really
just animals with the
ability to think
but we forget it all
until our survival
becomes almost extinct
Its an understanding
We all need to have
because survival will
dissapate for all mankind
Unless we reach for
the star we were
Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 5:42 PM UTC
I knew I had to do it
I knew I had to call her
And ask her out.
But I was nervous
And so
To calm myself down
And buld myself up
I went to the fridge
And got myself a beer.
I'm not usually a big drinker
But I gulped it down
Quickly
And it did the trick.
Suddenly
I felt as if I could do anything
And so I picked up the phone
And dialled.
It rang
She answered
And then
My words
All the ones I'd wanted to say
For so long
Just tumbled out.
I'd done it!
I'd actually, finally done it!
But
...She said no.
I'm still not sure why.
Was it my eagerness?
Was it my frankness?
Or,
Could it possibly have been
My hiccups?
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 5:47 PM UTC
“Trust me,” it says.
Momma never let the kids in. Daddy never came home. The dog won’t stop barking. There is no help for the graceful kids at the wishing well. The grass keeps growing, but where has all the water gone?
//follow me down the rver, past the trees wthout wnd in ther sals. There are rocks there to buld a shelter together. The place where love lves.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
To all who may hear me...
Get it straight from the heart
From this poet
Who dreams as dreamers do,
Watching the clock of time tick away
The hours so new.
And yet we are or seem to be far from u,
Just take a look in the mirror
Look what do u see?
And your response is 2 me that I SEE U!
To all who may see me....
An artist,
A teacher,
A little hope in someone's life
To brighten like days of sunshine and sunrise and sunsets
The nights and days,
The happiness and sorrows of it all
I see u before yourself.
Check in the mirror....
What do u see?
What do u see?
I asked u once more and u just looked at me with eyes of pain
And just sighed looked at me with great sadness.
To all who may BELIEVE....
Father, Son, Holy Ghost!
No one comes before or between them.
Just those three alone is all we need.
Do u believe?
God is Father,
Jesus is Son,
Holy Spirit is the Comforter,
Do u believe?
To those who HOPE....
Peace in this world,
Peace to u,
And peace for me.
Will there be peace?
My hope is buld on God's peace
The peace He only gives us through the Holy Ghost.
To those who love...
Poets and dreamers and artist and musicians
All talked of love and hope to bring it to this tastless, dry
Unforgiving world we live in
And so with that thought
I ask a simple question,
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I
poet
Gives
This
Poem
To
The
Masses!
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC