"calmy" poems
The road seemed to never end. But these frnds were having fun walking together. Sweeto said, "the aroma in here is beautiful"..
Rudy said, "well I think you are just overreacting"
Friendo said, "Hey rudy, just stop acting rude, we are together here on the road, just live the moment.."
Rudy said, "yeah yeah, it wud have been better to sit at home doing nothing than to be here".
Silence there gave a sad frown which no one noticed..
Scary repeated the sentence, "uhh, all of you plz listen to me this road is really not meant for us, anything may happen there at the end, there could be ghosts or zombies or thieves, we cud get killed."
Bravery said, "Dont you worry guys, Until i am there no one can ever harm my friends."
Happy was happy cuz he had his dreams come true on this journey.
While the Jealousy was surrounded by the smoke of restlessness, both of them together creating partly dull atmosphere..
Excity was hopping like a small girl skipping but was losing its track from the others..
But Controller had got his eyes on everyone so it didnt matter when he was around, excity wud be fine..
Confidence with stability walked in the second row to guide all the others behind..
Angry was getting red cuz he thought what is the use of thus journey when this cud have been simpler and due to this Saddy was losing hopes..
But calmy placed his hands around their necks and said everything happens for a reason..
Strategy was guiding everyone in the perfect manner..
Striding at the front was love with its sparkling aura, since it had won, cuz it was stable after being angry and then sad, before which he was excited and controlled, even before which he was brave to be a friend which taught him to keep calm when there is sadness and use strategy and confidence to fight jealousy and restlessness and be happy.
But walking just beside Love was pain which said, "Dude, Let us see who wins."
The wise road of Life simply smiled..
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
Oooo, you lefty?
we've got a little Marxy
you ain't gonna get started
while diplomacy remains true hearted
we're wingers of right values
ain't wingers of wrong values
you better be beat, you you're beat, we'll keep you with no powers
community
Epicurys cury calmy
I was trying to tell my mum but she was working all these hours
Breaking broken feet on a floor below the towers
food banks feed some beans with beans
and beans on beans are tasty
especially on zero hours so that half the time I'm lazy
but why you so complacent when there are zero hours
The monachy with queens and kings
prancing in balmory
a smile, a wave, hey you behave,
are you doing enough for me
300 million, the crown is surely worthy?
a worthless hunk of metal junk to symbolise we're steardy
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
She remembers the smell of fresh air,
The aroma of flowers linger around
When she is in the park or in the garden of hers,
Oh how she wishes her life was different now,
She plants the idea of a perfect life but where she lives is merely not,
She wishes to lay on a path of green grass
The little things she should've appreciated ; a sip of tea or coffee
And even the calmy night walks she had
Now, all she every wanted was to feel a bit of freedom she longs for.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
Calmy it flows
Elixir of the living
Silvery scheme
Makes dirt to green
As the sky tears
It grows in rage
Bashing in terror
Even rocks are hurt
Down it goes
It meets the salt
Ball of fire, behold!
Turns silver to gold
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
By Mr. Erik Young...
Born on January 15, 1929...Dr. King truly shined,
He was noble and he thought global,
In fact, Dr. King worked so well...That in 1964 he earned the Noble Peace Prize, but in the world
PEACE was on the demise.
Only fire hoses, police billy clubs, shotguns and bombs seemed to be on the rise,
So Dr. King fought to correct inequality, not only racism and segregation but also poverty...
Along with flawed Voting Laws, Dr. King deserves Major KUDOS and applause,
He was the bomb because he was bold enough to oppose the Vietnam War,
Causing many in the U.S. to call King a traitor, an ungrateful agitator
who was only a trouble creator...
But King believed in a "Holy Power" greater
Than the FBI, CIA, or "powers that be" in the USA..
He was aware of the cruel games the world might play,
And we're not only talking about James Earl Ray,
April 4, 1968 was the fateful, foul date
Where the empthasis we see was on Menphis, Tennesee,
But you see the whole world felt this extraordinary error
And now today, we have the nrve to say we live in terror.
For some members of the world community, terrorism is nothing new,
If you think the U.S. has immunity from terroism then your thoughts are untrue,
Dr. King fought to teach us that we all must follow the rules,
If not then we will all "perish together as fools,"
And we say Dr. King fought because he was on the frontline...Consistently 24/7 all the time,
Staring victorious(ly), violent mobs in the face,
looking "Kingly and Calmy,"
Practicing nonviolently, civil disobedience like Mohatma Ghandi,
But don't think for a minute that King was weak, timid nor soft,
He didn't need a hoodie, sagging jeans, hip-hop, lots of $$$$, **** or guns to go off,
In fact, King did not need a pair of Jordan's or Timberlands
Because Freedom, Justice & Equality fueled his adrenaline
To fight for the rights of all and not just a few,
Before you recite 'I have a Dream" you better decide what you want your dream to do.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
in a silent madness;- lies a lie like a gloomy past,
my eyes become a patch of crimson under a calmy vast
expanse of solid white -every tear was like frozen milk,
stirred by the coldness of a night.
the bitterness of an unfeeling presence, like a shadow
that invades my room; my unrest continued as daylight
darkened into night.
now dawning a forced crack of smile, like the winter
cracking the night’s skyline. the trees were so upset-
frost-shocked; swinging pieces of ice tears from the
winds upsetting cries- out loudly.
the frost in my veins freezes the time I have with a
jolt; it jars at my bones- like an endless fall into
tides, all rushing away, swept into my eyes.
for even when I close them so strongly, trying to
imagine warmth -I can still hear the harsh coldness
of this cold night.
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 4:44 AM UTC
what would life be like...
...if we lived for one day?
How would you...
...waste away?
What could you do...
...that didnt seem like such a waste?
Would you spend the first-day-of-the-last-day-of-your-life texting....
....or watvhing t.v?
Making love?
...or having *** very roughly.
Make yourself a memory for every iris to bloom with you in mind?
or be a nightmare for your generation...?
**** their Rest in Peace.
...they will remember me....
Im not so sure when it comes to me...
...frankly for 17...
...I do nothing...
I write poetry...
pollute my lungs daily...
read? maybe...
make love to the lady i promised myself i would marry?
Donate my organs...
from every vein...
...to every synapse in my brain...
...let me be of use...
OR START A WAR AND GIVE THE WORLD HATE AND BLOOD.....
no...
thats silly...the opposing sides will be dead on the same day they decided their differences will make their faces remebered someday.
peace...
...instinct...
..could lead us..
..calmy..
no time to learn nor explain
Let us..
..birth..
grow..
live..
and die....
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
There are two great, human fears
Nothing, and everything
We fear that we are, alone
But for the void, that nothing matters
Or we fear we are not alone
Are not the superior
No man can unconcerned, contemplate infinity
Just as no man can calmy think
That all is finite or does not really exist
Everything terrifies us
As does nothing
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 8:29 AM UTC
I lost my dream
In the haziness of night-time.
It never was too bright,
So finding it
I never might.
It was strange,
Unfounded and confounded,
And it changed
While I wrapped my arms around it.
I lost my dream
But gained a glimpse
Into something real
That had been concealed;
A beauty so ordinary
And an ordinariness so beautiful,
A beauty in the ordinary
And an ordinariness in the beautiful.
I lost my dream
In the peculiar tunnel
Of a sleepless night.
And though I yearn for something
Beyond my walls,
I breathe peaceful colours
While I calmy stall.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
i wonder what heavens like
is my grandma there?
is both my grandpas there?
is cassy, lilly, and stella there?
are my friends there?
is it quiet at night there?
is it peaceful like the morning sun
rising over the ocean so calmy?
is there thunderstorms that put you to sleep?
is there no pain there?
do you laugh so hard your stomach aches there?
why does it sound nicer
to be there
than
it does to be here
within all of this ******* chaos
within all of this ******* pain
why am i here and not there?
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
a slight noise, you look up as it leans toward you,
is the floor falling?
will it crash, leave you laying there surrounded?
the books are heavy.
push it back, yet it will not stay, comes out again.
calmy hold it with one hand, remove all the objects with another,
yes all of them , avoiding disaster.
you can place them around about without letting go.
it seems a similar thing happened further north.
sbm.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
I gave my soul to you
To later return
She weeps and screams inside of me
From the lessons she had learned
I try to comforting her calmy
It hardly works
She's discouraged by love
Comparing this to a flower that never made it
Out of the dirt
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC