"changers" poems
Beware the Quiet Ones.
The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)
Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.
The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.
The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.
The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.
They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside
Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones
Beware the Quiet Ones.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
A coffee shop afternoon can say it looms significant
In the steamer’s sweet humidity
And the idle legs pace for more
I hear the whispers of world-changers and gossip mix
Local color of a quiet little town.
Sit humble and lean, a fixture ‘till showtime
And ask lines around just we’ve they’ve been
And who they’ve seen.
There’s a poetry in the patron, come
My gaze permits and intervenes
Its narrative and scheme, in lover’s hand enweaved.
Graphite plays its frustrate part the writer
Seated far, far in a blissful nadir
Bristles in his pony tail like drawers end to no avail.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Moments are what capture life's greatest achievements
They are photographs worth 1000 words
Thoughts in your head too good to be put on paper
Moments are what last a lifetime
Emotions captured forever
Life changers or happy endings
Moments are captured anywhere or anyplace
Everyday creates a lifetime of moments
A look, a glance
Moments are created by everyone
They can help you set your destiny or pick your future
Moments help you remember the finer things of life
As life passes by you will always have your favorite moments worth remembering
Good and bad times remembered
Moments are what capture life's greatest achievements.
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
I want to be thin as a whisper,
To be feline and **** a cat with long whiskers,
To have length and width but no depth at all,
Not one bit of fat and to walk model tall,
I’ll take drugs, gobble Kleenex, drink only weak tea
Whatever it takes, to not ever be me.
I want to be loved like a pillow, feathered and light,
Held close to your cheek, cuddled all night,
To be soft squished and moulded into all kinds of lovers,
A prop up, a padding, a bump under the covers,
A cushion encased in a bright burst of stars,
I can’t wait to be normal, I’m slightly bizarre.
I want to be lost in crowd of loud celebration,
To be swept up and away in a mass of flirtation,
To be jostled and felt up, the hands of rude strangers,
A joyous outburst, wet kissing ex-changers,
To abandon my will, flee from restraint,
I can’t be, I could be, I am what I ain't.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Jesus wore only a robe and needed only a mount to speak to those around him. And yet his words, his wisdom, his divinity have lasted over two thousand years. But look at what has become of his legacy? Have you been to Vatican City? Have you seen the Basilica? What does it have to do with Jesus' core message?: Love one another. The collective wealth of the Roman Catholic and Protestant churches around the world is so massive that it cannot be determined. But Jesus wore only a robe and needed only a mount. Jesus would find upon his return a sight obscene: a colossal monetary worth of those who were supposed to carry on his teachings! Jusus would scream: "Sell all your worldly possessions! Sell the Basilica! Sell all the priceless and precious objets d'art in your collections! Sell all your churches! Give all your money to the poorest of the poor! Do you not remember what I did when I entered the sacred temple and found money-changers? I turned over their tables! I threw their coins on the floor! I threw the money-changers out! I found corruption instead of holy caring! What was my crucifixtion for? Pray to God and care for your fellow human beings. Do it in a vacant lot. Call it the Cathedral of the Sky.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Tobias.
A handsome, broad-shouldered man with soft earth-brown eyes, that lived in 18th century England, who then came to America with his mother and father plus his eight brothers.
He would die of fever at the age of 23.
After he died, he did not move on to the afterlife, instead he was chosen by a group of elders called The Guard.
As a Guardian, he was tasked a keeper of human lives selected by The Guards' standards as 'changers,' or humans that change the course of history.
Tobias rejected his forced calling and attempted to abandon his task.
The oldest of The Guard, Helten, a man thousands of years old (only looking 40), approached him and asked a simple question, "Why do you want to truly die?"
Tobias was silent, until Helton added,
"There is a Shift after your changer."
Shifters, or Shifts, are the enemies of the Guardians and their mission is to destroy all changers so that Shifts can take their place and change the world to their liking.
Tobias added gruffly, "Which one?"
"Daniel."
Tobias' hand squeezed into a fist. He hated Daniel ever since the 1920's. He wanted a rematch since that idiot tried to **** his charge for a cigarette.
Tobias wanted to punch him. Hard.
His eyes flashed crimson, and his fists turned blue flame.
"Where is he?!" Daniel growled.
Helton smirked,
"Pennslyvania."
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
I define my violence with internal revenue,
Mind changers,
Pill bottles.
These viruses incubate in,
Subdivision playgrounds,
Kiddies Kiddies Kiddies,
and civil wars.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
i.
In the archaic agora
Stayed apothecaries, money changers, and tradesmen;
Governor's with grape stained sin's
Himation throw over's, as for women a chiton, white garb glint.
ii.
Betwixt the sea human being multitude
Were the many different Greek's, and the Grecian Jew's;
This locale was vibrant, a theatre nearby where the soldier's couldst escape from the war, whilst fighting made market new's.
iii.
A poet I was, listening to homer, and the philosopher Plato
Whilst Aristotle read marvelous novel's, whilst Aristophanes gaveth me a laugh; and Hippocrates showed me doctor's notes for the generation's to cometh and pass, Sophocles to giveth fun task.
iv.
Off in the distance was a lass not from around mine Greek land
Her skin a little darker, her eye's **** wick's, ablazed, her sheath Asiatic tan; she hadst no brand, she was not formed by any human creator, her tropical hair, swayed to the Mediterranean.
v.
She was struggling, fighting for her life from the cyclops Polyphemus, I ran quickly to her rescue, pulling out mine xiphos;
She passed out from the trauma, her pupils rolled back timeful
As I woketh her with mine poetic Lip's, giving her life, greek kiss.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
We bandage our tender hearts with cast iron strips,
constricting the blood flow to our faces,
pale skin with a waining zest for life.
There is an extra shelf in our closets for home-made masks,
the masks are poorly made
and our true pale skin can be easily seen
through the cracks in our bright coloured ornaments.
It's a **** shame about our cut up hearts.
If they could heal instead of hide,
then dreamers would be the true world changers,
and love would be a possibility for us all.
But our cynacism imprisons our weak minds
in dungeons of hopelessness and pretentiousness.
Our talk traps us through regurgitated drivel,
we talk **** with loud uttering
as if our **** holds in it the secrets of the universe.
Yet in the mean time-
the very words we think will protect us from this wild wild world
expose us as fools and make us soft tarkets-
propelling us further into loneliness.
At least we live in the delusion that we are now all grown up.
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 6:47 AM UTC
i always wanted to write about the true heroes
It's not about hockey stickers or football kickers;
face punchers, these million-dollar-heroes, they manifest no social change
It's about us the people, it's about you and me
It's about free givers who give of themselves for the good of mankind
It's about free changers who freely make change for the good of mankind
That's it, hmmm, changers and free givers?
Oh yes! Free changers in the face of diversity
and against any form of oppression,
never be apathetic to what is right
Never become fearsome in knowing what is right
Stand up for all your brothers and sisters,
here on our delicate planet earth
Say never to the numbskulls, who disbelieve in change,
even at times trying to educate some
When hearts go forth and attach to others
is the beginning of a selfless human being
When the sun never seems to rise,
join other heroes along the way
Everyday count your blessings what you and I fought for
Altruistic motivation is the greatest catalyst for real heroism,
take advantage of it my heroes and potential heroes;
i love you guys, keep on truckin'
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
I've never been great at writing in a happy tone;
In a world this crazy how could anyone?
But with these bittersweet memories refreshed in my mind,
I can't help but to smile looking back over the road that brought me here.
Most people, when asked about the most life-changing thing they've been through
Are unsure of an answer.
But I can honestly say that I know mine
It shaped my character, helped me understand reality, and truly see the people and world surrounding.
It's funny to look back to the times where I felt like quitting,
All the moments of anxiety and frustration were all worth it.
Because now all I want is to be back where I was,
With those who grew to be a huge part of my life;
My family.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Walk away from Self-destructive behavior.
Keep reminding yourself that you have self-worth.
For with the right attitude and Christ help doing it.
You could so easily be the miracle in others lives.
Self-Worth seeing the truth that you are not junk.
That with the help of the Living Savior at your side.
You can allow him to become the difference in other lives.
For we as people can not change our lives or others.
But with the Help of Christ we can become world-changers.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
I avoid those serious talks
Ya know,
The ones about everything you hold inside
Who doesn't?
Oh yea
Attention ******
But guess what?!
I don't brag about my problems
I choose very carefully
Who I want to talk to
Most of the time I don't choose anyone
But things like that
Really kinda do need to be talked about
Lift that weight off your chest
But
It's hard for me to get started
When someone asks
"How are you"
I made it a habit to say
"Okay"
like yea
I'm perfectly awesome
And a tiny part of me wants that person to detect something in my eyes
But it never happens
I'm either a super good liar
Or they just honestly don't give a ****
And I bet I could guess which
I just really have a hard time
Like I get the urge to invite someone to have a coffee with me
Just so we can talk about all the bad things
Get it out of the way
I know...
How awful is that?
But I feel like my life is a huge secret to everyone
I need friends who know how to be honest
Who care and want to know me
Good and bad
I can't handle fake people
Or those people that are addicted to attention
I don't want to be one of those people who want people to pity them
I don't want pity or anything like that
#1 reason why I don't talk willingly
I just want someone to listen
And hopefully understand a little bit
And I'll listen right back
I need some kind of
Normal
Non dramatic
Serious
Equal
Friendly
Talk
Those people that either don't say anything at all
Or they give you advice on your problems
That's what I like
Those people that listen and then say
"Oh well I have problems like that"
Or
"Oh well my dog ran away"
Or
"Oh well I went to comb my hair and..."
Subject changers
They direct everything towards themselves
Attention stealers
It's like
Come on
I can't talk to you
Nothing I even say goes in your head
All it does is make you think about yourself
When it's like
I'm asking you for help
And your talking about yourself
That helps me a lot
Thanks
But seriously
Just a friend to keep updates with
Share our current situations
Back and forth
Equally listening and caring
Please tell me you know what I mean
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
We are
Supporters
Romancers
Outcasters
And we speak to the minds of
the Many
the Few
Them
You
Well versed, Poetically penned
words that touch any
emotional brew
spinning mind's web
figuratively true
Mindful heroes, masters of pens
war changers
heart wrenchers
Nation founders
generation movers
We are the poems
We are the poetic
We are Poets
Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:03 AM UTC
I am so thankful for each of You Brothers and Sisters in God.
For each of you have a great deal of Love for other People too.
I know that through Your Beautiful Words , You are Life changers.
For You are always Busy changing other People lives right here.
Through all of Your Hearts and Beautiful Words others read here.
I just want you all to know as well , You change my Life as well.
I also want You to know that it is always for the Good as well too.
So I am just letting You know up front how inspiring that You are.
So never give up on Your Great Gift that God has bless you with.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
A thousand fires raged in the valley of my heart,
burned the orchards to cinder
A hundred rivers flooded the plains of my soul,
drowned the good harvest
Ten thousand warriors destroyed my ego's fortress,
took the women and butchered the knights
They led me away in chains
The money-changers cast me out of the Temple,
You are within me,
and that is enough to break this prison
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
Sitting under a tree for 3 hours painting pen pictures
10:30
Ok lets make a start, sitting on my little canvas stool
my back against a spreading oak
Facing west, sun behind my shoulder
20 yards away to my left a lake,
carp rolling. Sun silvered scales flashing
mirrors in the light
Above my head young squirrels play tag
a deadly airborne game for you and I
warm suns rays filtering through the canopy of rich green leaves
11:00
A passing overhead cloud
the lake now a dark and sombre place
no sign of life there
The squirrels ceased their play some time ago
what do they know that I dont
OK into the rucksack for a cold beer
after all times not a problem
11:30
The suns moving round to my right
throwing strange shadows cast by the bush over there
shadows ever moving, fading and growing
shape changers with every passing cloud
Squirrels are back but no longer at play
Over on the lake a canada goose with 5 young
bundles of fluff
Time to get a photo or two
12:30
Well the suns out again, moved further round now
but over to my left dark ominous clouds are rolling in
The air is suddenly still, sultry, heady with the scent
of flowers
Silence now fills the air, the birds and animals gone to places
only known to them
A lightning bolt rends the grey black sky
its time for me to go
I never made the 3 hour target
but I tried
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Like a rusty old nail on an old boat, a business class seat on a plan that takes you somewhere were the stars don't don't glow.
From searching for the keys to the ferrari that's as slow as a donkey goes, from been promised a dream that's so amazing you have to go.
People with out friends traveling to a new boarder, running away from they land a place were peace is consumed by death and hatred is all over they land.
We all have a story to tell a traumatic experience our life becomes a living hell.
And wen all seems down and depression is the mood, you hear about this drop-in it sounds to good to be true, everybody we trusted on our journey has hurt us.
We walk in to the drop-in confused broken and used, we greeted with a smile! hello my friend! how can I help you.
Would you like a cup of tea or something to eat? Or would you like to sit down hear please take my seat. And slowly it changers our trauma starts mending.
Our trust starts growing our smiles are now glowing, we left our friends in search for new boards.
Now we have found happiness with friends without boarders.
JidosReality 6.2.16 (Dedicated to all the Refugees)
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
To the poets and dreamers of the world
You are the visionaries
You are the changers
You are the lovers
Who express their emotions in form of words
The world needs your creativity
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
I cannot lie about my station in life.
I know that it is the direct result of my choices.
At some point I made a choice that did no good,
though at first, right then, in that moment
It seemed alright, ill effects, truthful toll unnoticed.
And I will not pretend that I' ve made so many,
hundreds,.. thousands?
Some are worse than the others,
few are borderline as at their worst they do no harm.
Then there are the milestones.
The horrendous game changers that narrowed options.
I look back, now, from this, my aparent station.
My role in the scheme of things.
Who I am and all that I lack,
with my head lowered, and my eyes squeezed tight
reliving, regretting... in acceptance.
I made my choices and I earned all that I have,
Or worse, all I'll never get.
Long ago I made these choices at a great expense.
In the heat of those moments
Their ultimate and yet to be completed prices
they seemed weightless, and had no warning tags...
Well, all but the addictive types that we are told of.
Warned, schooled, shown facts, pictures and advertisements
But the those were for the others,
Not a master of his this world, his life,
his was supposed to be bulletproof, unbeatable, perfect..
Well to that kid I say hello,..
from this low, unwanted and barely capable existance.
Long ago I made these choices.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
dreams are weird. they’re like experiences that you think are true, but are not.
dreams are barely lucid. there are bits and pieces you can remember, and then you can’t.
dreams are perspective changers. you can no longer see the people around you the same way again—
not if they contribute to a disturbing dream you had.
dreams are painful. if you fall in it, you fall in real life.
it’s an out-of-body experience.
i hope to have better dreams;
or dream no more.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
What crisis changes a life?
A birth.....................defected or not;
A death....................expected or not;
A break-up..............rejected or not;
A make-up..............accepted or not;
A fuck-up................degenerative or not;
An accident.............not ever planned;
Or,
All of the above.
There are no boxes to tick;
No likes to click;
No swipes right or left;
No emoticons to stick.
Just choices and decisions
That are life changers.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 3:04 PM UTC
They say that
It was too late
For them;
It was too soon
For me.
Angels and demons
On both my shoulders.
It's not about what's right,
Or rather what's wrong;
It's about what's left.
Footprints and legacies.
Marks and memories.
They say that
I’m a freedom fighter
But the hypocrisy of democracy
They say that I’m Bruce Lee
Spinning kicks like
I spin sticks
Break bricks with those wrist flicks.
Top tumble
To bottom strike
I remain humble,
Counting my losses
Punches thrown like
Words on the daily
Mind rumble
Like a busy day
With the bosses.
Dream believers,
Society deceivers.
World changers,
Evil’s dangers.
Life redeemers,
Broken bones,
Conditioned femurs.
Fallen fighter,
Fallen dreams.
Hoi.
Gesneuvelde Vechter.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
Here’s to rebels, misfits and outcasts
Here’s to those that never turn ‘shoulds’ into ‘musts’
Here’s to individuals; unafraid to tear off the masks-
That society dictates one must wear to make the cast.
Here’s to weirdos; those round pins in square holes
Here’s to the stand outs; pearls in pebbles
Here’s to those who break rules and test laws
Here’s to the black sheep in a people of no flaws
Here’s to the fearless and the brave souls
Here’s to those willing to dare and fall
Here’s to those not happy with the status quo
Here’s to friends of change and mediocrity’s foes.
Here’s to game changers; Forces that cause life-quakes
Here’s to those not raising glasses before they raise stakes
Here’s to those more afraid of reluctance than heartbreaks
Here’s to visionaries; dream chasers in a land where the ‘self’ never wakes
Here’s to you if you are tired of being on the wrong side of circumstance
Here’s to you if you decide to seize opportunities and fight for half a chance
Here’s to you if you choose to live while others settle for existence.
I’d raise my glass to you. But there’s more stakes to raise. Now get a stance!
Keep Smiling
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Some people wake up every morning
Fill their mug with strong black coffee
And commute to work
At work they slave away for the dollar
That never seems to truly satisfy
The hungry greed growing within them
They once were children
Who said they would be
firemen,
teachers,
artists,
pirates,
astronauts,
authors,
innovators and world-changers
When they grew up
On Fridays after work
Sometimes these people
Go out for a drink
After a few beers
One of them opens up to the fellow
coworker they are sitting next to:
"Oh," they'd say
"I have dreams of sailing away
I can't wait for the day
That I am able to break free from
the monotony and mediocrity
and pursue my purpose,
and my dreams"
"What noble ambitions you have"
The fellow coworker will respond
"But what are your plans to make this so?"
The dreamer will answer
"I don't know
All I do know is
That most people
Stay stuck in conformity
And then there are some who
follow their dreams."
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 1:34 AM UTC