"carefree" poems
Of ones heart with shadows lurking to take over spite is made precious to be felt exciting while it is in fact trecious, but a sleeping terror awakens at times as well, thus a rampage is made amongst it,
A thrill wandering down your spine when you wrong someone and see them tremble through your actions a cold shiver followed by spite
Choosing a carefree life, yet unable to hide the fact that no spark would be able to illuminate whats in your dark, where angels fear to tread, only to explore this loitering abyss within you for some time,
All this blood lust must bring you to insanity, make you a lunatic,
But let it happen, in this emotionless shell it's what feels majestic,
The storm raging inside, waiting to feed on this caused chaos,
Evil and vile, heartless not carrying a smile while mercilessly continuing this riot of a resented soul waiting, longing for destruction
Feeling alike to be burning up, priceless about this act of cruelty until the wanted realisation drives its way into your soul and you question yourself what you have done, or why you have done it for anyway,
But the time will come again for sure, so be ready for it to arrive
When the sleeping terror awakens for another dance
~ Umi
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
Filter the perfect shade of the forenoon sun,
Not too bright, not too dull.
For with ease and carefree thoughts,
You let the sunbeam-drizzling fairies play
As the beauty reflected in your retinas.
Capture this scenic view:
Where the burnt chestnut colored oaks
And mudstained sweetheart sundress of yours
Dance in three-four beats of waltz.
The Crayola strokes of the skies
And the watercolor streaks of daydreams and nightmares
Paint the canvas of your disquited thoughts.
This is the peripheral view from your suncrashed irises and corners,
This is your world.
Let your knees down to your sore feet
Be engulfed by the chasms of the bewildered grass,
As the smile makes it way to your plump spring lips;
Callused fingers from guitar strings
Twirl and twist the blades,
Cutting through flesh
And green and red and blue and yellow,
All sorts of color came spilling from your playful bruise.
From this panoramic view of yours
Of a wonder wonderland,
Where the ticks of clock
Follow the sunflower throughout time and forever,
This is the beauty of that stem:
A key to escapism
To a well-dreamt lovely world.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
Oh how calmly she sleeps,
Carefree she always seems,
Wish she gets sweet dreams.
So glorious is her face always,
I wish her all the happiness,
All in the hue of brightness,
None equals her cuteness.
Oh hope never she weeps,
Clarity she wears in deeps,
With time get the -ve wiped,
Such the cutest nature heaps,
I'll be her guardian forever,
At heart Atul is just a loner,
Not just now - but forever.
Only by respecting my love for her,
A clear old identity is rediscovered,
I'm known as Atul Kaushal for a cause,
Singing hymns to my magical love,
Ignoring all those distractions,
And I am happy being with her,
Nirvana comes just for us.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
What they don’t tell you in school,
while you’re trying to remember
the difference between prophase and metaphase
chromosomes and chromatin
is that really
biology isn’t science
biology is life
See, divorce
divorce is like mitosis
slow to start, but quick to finish
Begins at prophase
when conflicts arise as your family’s nucleolus,
your family’s unity
disappears
Your carefree life, your chromatin,
coil and change
become tight, tense chromosomes
Outside forces, mitotic spindles,
residing in the cytoplasm
start creeping towards your parents
to separate their souls
Metaphase:
you’re all lined up
single file
ready for battle
Centrosomes, middles of each new life,
poised opposing each other
with their spindles latched onto you kinetochore, your middle,
like a dog with it’s leash
Anaphase:
everything separates,
your world’s torn apart
and you’re left silently
watching
alone
as your sister is torn from your life
Telophase:
the pain starts to lessen
as you uncoil
and your broken family’s nuclear membrane
begins to reform
Once the paper’s are signed
once the cell’s wall’s rebuilt
your old life is over
and the process
it’s finished
See, they don’t tell you
don’t think you need to know
that
divorce is simply biology
and
mitosis
well, it’s life
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
remember when we were carefree
and nothing used to worry me
the neighbourhood was my kingdom
and the front yard was my palace
we used to play pretend
worlds of magic and fantasy
we made up spells and slayed dragons
but now i’m fighting my mind’s demons
ignorance was b l i s s
when did we become like this?
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
Let me be the Angel
Who bears that pain for you
I am present in your memory
And my thoughts distract you
You will forget the pain
For that lose yourself in me
Always be ready for that detail
Which you find in a stingy bee
I shall as always tell that all is well
Entice you with my newer poems
Just lie back carefree in your bed
Feel me by the side stroking you to sleep.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC
Your limitless future brings great fear
The future is less far and more near
Glasses will replace cellphones next year
Hundreds can share one's eyes
People you replace will shed a tear
Tech is human's demise
You con with lights and buttons and bells
Amplifying strength, you fit in cells
We drown in technological wells
You thrive and humans shrink
The addiction will rot us in Hell
People! Log off and think!
When do we cease with this life carefree
It's time people let well enough be
Tech will soon replace humans for free
Tractors and new machines
Starved, by stealing the jobs of many
Limitations obscene
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
Left -
my desires boiling...
my needs over-powering...
carefree
Right-
my light flickering...
my heart yearning...
Passionate
Center -
Logical
Steady
Reliable
- March 11th, 2014 11:48 pm
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
When I'm with you, I feel safe and carefree. Nothing in the world matters apart from you and I. I could lay in your arms all day, whilst you admire me from above. Your laughter is music to my ears. To hear your happiness, makes all my sadness dissapear . Your smile luminates my day.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
You asked me who I want to be, so here’s my answer:
I want to be FEARLESS & SELFISH
I want to walk above the ground
I want to give my thank you speech
And wear the crown
I want to open my voice
I want to tell them exactly how I feel
And not give a **** about their ideals
I want room to grow from a fraction to a whole
I want my world to revolve around ME
And be able act fierce and carefree
I want to be the woman that intrigues strangers
I want to bravely approach them with friendly banter
And have spontaneous encounters that brings on laughter
I want to be someone more like me
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
Remember me?
It wasn't that long ago, was it?
I was so carefree
I would shine like sunlight
staight through the trees
Dance like a rainbow across
the sky
No fear of, "who am I"
I could be anything
No fences hold me
I will travel the world
I will sing from balconies
I will tackle any mountain
I will swim the 7 seas
I am not gone
I remember me.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:35 PM UTC
He was imperfect
He was young
She loved him
She was crazy
She wasn’t so pretty
He loved her
He had doubts
He had challenges
She loved him
She was naïve
She was carefree
He loved her
He was smart
He was cute
She loved him
She got brains
She had talent
He loved her
He lied
He cheated
She loved him
He became rude
He was difficult
She loved him
He was scared
He was reckless
She cared
He was arrogant
He was insensitive
She was hurt
He ignored her
He hurt her more
She became different
He cheated more
He cheated carelessly
She ignored him
He became scarce
He cut off ties
She survived
He was addicted
He was pitiful
She had empathy
He fell
She brought him up
He got sick
She nursed him to health
She slipped
He didn’t catch her
He got into trouble
She turned her back on him
He wanted her back
She didn’t
It was too late
She felt nothing for him
She was,
A diamond he got
She was,
A diamond he lost
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
You used to be joyful,
So carefree,
You used to eat.
You let her get to you,
You used to go out,
Now you only go to the gym.
You got ****** into it.
She controls you,
Telling you not to eat.
You’re too fat;
Not good enough,
Your thighs jiggle.
Rejecting food, purging,
Counting your calories.
You’re wasting away.
Your eyes are sad,
No life left in them.
As you weigh yourself,
All you do is get angry.
You took her away,
You made me lose my best friend.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:25 PM UTC
talking, laughter
that's what i'm after
that carefree joy
i wonder how people get it
is it something you see?
is it something you know?
it seems like it's hiding from me
the happiness and joy
i see all around me
can't possibly be hiding from me
because i want it the most
i pray for this
i pray for that peace
peace of knowing somebody's there
and that no one's forgotten me
but it seems I'm always that one
the one left behind
i'm always the shadow
in the eyes of sunshine
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
As I walk along the sea of life
I pass the soft blue water
against the pale blue sky
I think of the sea creatures,
the ducks, the seagulls,
the seahorses and starfish
the myriad array of shells and stones
bringing me gems of wisdom...
The carefree breeze as the
water splashes on the shore
relaxing and renewing me...
I meditate on the serene tides
bringing me calm and focus
The sea is intense but still
as it enters my inner
and outer worlds,
but even though there
is an end somewhere -
it seems like an eternity...
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
I don't feel that happy anymore
even when I should.
Does that mean, I'm actually not that sad
or these symptoms are really that bad.
I don't understand that much
in situation as good as such,
I smile to make it look I'm fine
and slowly I pine
to feel carefree.
Is it that I'm aware
this is happiness in just looks,
inside it is all hollow
nothing in mouth to swallow.
The way it use to be
nervous to lonely
the open door
only takes me to hell.
I'm familiar to this feeling
slowly growing on my skin
I keep chewing to the bitterness
which is coming to throw me off guard
because in the end it is how it will end.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
Lost, within the vast expanse of time and space,
in the never ending story that is life.
Lost, with no sense of direction, and no star to guide,
haunted by fear, and blinded by pride.
Lost, in the darkness forever searching
for a time that will never come.
Lost, in false friendships, don't know who to trust,
open your secrets, then left in the dust.
Lost, with many decisions still left unmade,
things long forgotten that lead you astray.
Lost, in your thoughts unable to bare,
adrift in confusion found unaware.
Lost, amid the sea of lies and clouds of deceit,
endlessly drifting into the unknown.
Lost, in the carefree world of the past,
not sure of your future, unclear of your path.
Lost, yet your flame still burns,
just wait, the tables will turn.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Oh To Be A Child Again...
Oh to be a child again
Oh to dance with glee
Oh to have no worries
And live a life carefree
To see fun in the shadows
A rainbow in the rain
A light amongst the darkness
And not to feel the pain.
To live with total innocence
And not know how to lie
To love with all your being
Until your time to die
To smile at every person
Whether rich or poor
To play out in the open
And not to close the door
To speak without the fear
Of saying something wrong
To sing without the worry
Of not knowing the song.
To live life to the fullest
To give each day its best
No worry of the future
Or failing in life’s test
See wonder in the smallest being
Beauty in a tree
Oh to be a child again
And live a life carefree.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Thank you for the memories,
The unexpected, sudden hits of nostalgia
Taking me back to carefree days
Of playing football after a summer rainstorm,
Of laughing in woodwork class,
Of my grandmother's awesome cakes.
Like time travel on the cheap,
You weather away the years,
And the strata of cynicism and regret,
Momentarily eroding my reality,
Revealing the manchild at my core,
Allowing him the briefest chance to once again explore.
But these are unpredictable reveries,
Three dimensional snatches of memories.
It's time they developed some kind of smell recorder,
Just like sights and sounds can be held for posterity.
But such technology would not compare to my physiological wonder;
Magically transforming scent into vivid memories.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
Misconceptions
Fasley smiles
Psychoanalyzed
Could it be my OCDish
Would they agree or disagree
Respectfully - with no referee
Whatever matter - It doesn’t
Let it be
I’m carefree
It’s the best defense
Not a draftee
A perfectionist I am
It stems from many forces
My moral sense
At any expense
Not remorses
Their sweet jabs
From the start
Yes
From day one
Like Mr. Shukar - they see
I'm the new prospect
My disposition in scrutiny
As I take in with fluency
No unity
Let it be
I’ll take it in my dome
Its my best cover
Not styrofoam
I'll take it whichever way it's thrown
Please...
Pass the twisted news along
I continue staying strong
Detail-oriented is my syndrome
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
What is a Father?
Is he a Person?
A Thing?
Or a Feather?
What is his Life?
Is it Carefree and Spontaneous
Or Tormenting and Strife?
Who is he in which a Person could know?
What are his Abilities which only he could show?
Does he Work, for the sake of a Family?
Or sleeps and pigs around, being a Menace and Lazy?
Who could this man be, to the Eyes of Children,
A Hard Rock or a Soft Leaven?
Does he Pile over Everyone
And takes Control?
Is he the Eagle, the Head of the Nest,
Playing a very important Role?
Does he impersonate Father Christmas
With all his Treats and Gifts?
Is he a Lover, with a Strong Heart for *******
Hugging greatly and giving Love-Lifts?
Does he Pray,
Or Face-Religious?
Or a Braver,
Or Spontaneous?
Is he a Disciplinarian
Wherewithin all Members under him
Are tuned to his Command?
Or a Freester,
Who gives his Kids their darling Freedom
Without any Demand?
Does he care,
For the People and Loved Ones around him?
Is he Provocative,
Uncaring for Anyone behind his Dim?
Mostly, he is the Grass,
Herding the Future for his Offspring?
Or the Lamb,
Stubborn and very Unwilling?
And so, whatever he is,
Or does,
A Father is a Father,
Anonymous or Specific
I wouldn't mind.
Just as long as he has
HEART, STRENGTH, FREEDOM and PROSPERITY,
KINDNESS, BRAVE, PROTECTIVE
And RELIABILITY.
I'll be Glad and Content. As any Son should be.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
#
Must have a goal
Go get that thing
What if I want
To stop and sing
*Retreat inside
Wait out the storm*
Else feel the wrath
Of nature scorned
*Instead a kid
I wish to be
To feel alive
And so carefree*
Each drip, each drop
Upon my head
*Wish I could splash
In rain instead*
I'd watch the sky
Explode with light
A warming joy
Not filled with fright
When did I lose
Sight of it all
*Predictable
Pattern I fall*
Start living in
Every moment
Past and future
Wasted and spent
Granted a new
Chance I'm given
Can not redo
But start living
*Each day awake
Fresh start; Can be*
World's my oyster
Alive and free
#
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
by
rgpage
hollow now my world has grown
with age that time has ****** on me.
from carefree childhood days i'd known,
from days of climbing in a tree.
from summer sunlit mornings
from sundays in the park.
i didn't see time's warnings
or see the sun grow dark.
i didn't see the stranger
who followed me one day.
i didn't sense the danger
as i went off to play.
with eager youth i left from home
the world was my shell.
i didn't see the stranger
who'd lead me to my hell.
i'd lifted weights with youthful ease
these weights now known as life.
did what i wanted as i pleased;
i took myself a wife.
and with my wife we had a child
we had a baby boy.
with carefree sundays in the park
he filled our lives with joy.
we watched his life as he grew strong
'til off to war he went.
he told his mom, "it won't be long
until my journey's spent."
and as his ship pulled from the pier
i saw the stranger's face.
with deep set eyes he blankly starred,
he seemed so out of place.
i felt as if i'd known this man
had known him all my life.
in parks where as a youth i ran
and when i met my wife.
it wasn't long our son had gone
my wife had passed away.
and in the war he followed her
just six months to the day.
old and lonely now i sit
and watch the children play.
on carefree sundays in the park
until that final day.
a day in which the stranger comes
and takes me to my rest.
to my loving wife and son
upon my final breath.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC