"cindrella" poems
*Once there stood a Sailor,
Tall and Bold he was,
Upon the waves was his home,
Eye of the storm he was.
Some called him Charming,
Cindrella was in love,
Sindbad wanted a friend
SnowWhite could'nt succumb.
Jasmine searched the seven seas
To bring him back to ground,
And Alladin pushed him underneath
Hoping he'll fall.
But there stood a Mermaid,
Upon a stubborn rock,
Her eyes were like wet sand
Her nose a pebble soft,
She lured the hearty sailor,
Into the sea so dark,
Hoping he would see a world
Where he never had to stop,
Hoping he would call it home,
His home upon the rocks.
He wore his mighty hat aboard,
Underneath he was at flight,
Fought the world of challenges,
With his awe-some sight,
To all he was a Sailor,
A person in disguise,
Wid arms like boulders
And chest fierce
But light..*
*You would ask
What's their story,
Well here goes,
It might be right,
But Sailor met the Mermaid,
Mermaid fell in love,
Love is what sailed along,
Under the waves of lust,
In a world so arid
It turned hearts dry,
He searched for a place to swim
Where he could also fly,
He swam with the mermaid
Into the glassy ****
Glossy waters
And coral reefs,
After years of gliding by
He decided to stop,
Not to make him stop,
the Mermaid cried a lot..
The sailor found a new place,
A place called a 'Road',
She thought their adventure was over,
And the Sailor was lost,
She tried to tell him,
Asked him to stop,
For she was no longer she,
Plural now she was,
She cudnt tell him
For he was in a hurry,
And about everything
He forgot..
But alas!
Was she happy
She saw the Sailor pray,
The prayer wasnt an ordinary one
He wanted for her to stay,
He'd seen Her world
For years together,
He now wanted her to see,
His own world of wonders
Above the choppy sea..
He prayed that She could
Join him
With no other blocks,
The only thing he wanted..*
"If only she could walk",
*She cried and cried
In the sea of course
She knew that wasn't possible,
She knew He was lost..
One morning she woke up
Washed up on the shore,
The sea no longer wanted her
She was thrown.
She'd seen the seas too much,
Now it was time for her to go,
To Walk with the Sailor
With new legs, aboard.
Happiness got the best of her,Tears would'nt stop,
He caught her arms,
Pulled her up,
And showed her how to walk.*
*She told him he had to love her,
And two other people too,
The Sailor was astonished
He dint know what to do!
A few days later
He did understand,
They were now four,
A bundle of all,
Joy had at last rejoiced!
He gave her a pearl,
From the very sea she came from,
To remind her of That world,
She accepted and
Now they were one mind,
A family,
One of a kind..*
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
angry men, get more done, but angry men die very young
you see my dad was always getting angry, nobody knows why he did
you see he was waiting for the perfect time to stop treating me like a kid
you see dad was angry at me because i didn’t clean my computer table
and he also was angry at me for converting to the cindrella cleaning system
you see angry men get things done, but they also die very young, dad was young, at age 75
i miss his helpful side, by helping me understand the computer
like art colony, writers cafe, and hello poetry and FACEBOOK, man
you see i hated dads frown, you see angry people die very young
i am not one of those angry people, that is why i am frustrated
because people are trying to push my nice side up to space
and my evil side i want to get rid of, cause, i am not shy to look ********
but i am a complete normie, only nerds are angry, very angry nerds
they will die very young, very very young
i hated my dads angriness, cause he hyped me up
i knew dad would die first, because he show his happy side like me
i am not living in the past for anyone
dad was angry, he helped me with the computer, i say thanks to the paranormal dad
but i still thought that dad was a cranky man
hail to the yobbos the yobbos the yobbos
hail to the yobbos and the old cranky dad
i know dad isn’t teasing, but he is an old cranky dad
i am the happiest dude in canberra, happier than anyone
i help the poor, i help the poor
an old cranky dad sits there up on cloud 9 wanting
pat has powers to take old hags out of people
old hags who are trying to be cool kids
ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD
ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD
ANGRY MEN GET THINGS DONE, BUT THEY DIE YOUNG LIKE DAD
i am a cool young dude, i have a lot of fun
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
With the onset of the sun in the horizon, the little creatures awake
And dance and sing melodies tantamount to a group of chortling people
Oh, how i wish such convival sights be captured
And played back on repeat everytime you feel low
As vagabonds they fly in search of food and shelter
And when the sun does set, off they disappear in their nests
Robbing the nature of its beauty
For every day they have to give a survival test(from their carnivore counterparts)
The broke pigeon was no different, her eyes gleamed better than Cindrella's did
The vicissitudes of life had rendered it to be a mendicant.
But she was a resilient creature and she continued her fight everyday
Her condition started to exacerbate when she laid 4 snow like eggs
Gathering twig by twig and working for an entire afternoon meticulously
She made a perfect home for her babies which were about to hatch
Be it a human or a bird, mothers always foster the children
Off she slipped into a reverie of a bright future with her kids
But the evil nature had its own sinister plans
Her thoughts were interrupted by a cacophony of sounds of other birds
She knew the sound was ominous
Peeping out of the nest she saw a dozen eagles encircling the tree
Her blood ran cold, she wrapped the eggs around her and a teardrop made its way from her eye
The leader of the eagles stoop towards her and hit her with a beak
The broke pigeon pleaded for its life saying-"I will offer myself to you as soon as my kids learn to fly"
The Machiavillian eagle agreed at first, flew up high,leaving the broke pigeon to heave a sigh of relief
The sigh was a short lived one as it swoop down with two other eagles on the broke pigeon
Performing an act of utter perfidy, there was a sly smile on its face
Turn by turn they devoured the broke pigeon
And kicked the eggs down the nest
It was a brutal ****** much more heinous than the ones we see
But there was none to witness the fate of the broke pigeon
And even if there were, they'd never know the events that transpired
Never know.. never know.. never know..
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
An evil mother, with grey hair
Flaunts her red gown
Desiring, her selfish,
wild daughters
to get royally crowned
After a painful death
Her real hidden face
Once cunningly cloaked
Is finally invoked!
She was a sugar coated pill!
Soon the dishes and the laundry
The sweeping of floors
Are forever those
stepdaughter's daily chores
The clever lady, never gaiety
gets the royal call
She plans devilish things
Locking Cindrella down
Wildly tearing and ruining
Her charming ball gown
In the end, she's left cursing
the perfectly fitting shoe
She deserved that
Old cruel shrew!
But why is it always
The step ones forever cruel?
Why O why? Is such a mother shown?
What would a child feel
Who has a mother, step
Even, if she isn't mean or vain
The child will think, she's Lady Tremaine!
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
I have never seen a mermaid-
With her fins so slender and gentle;
Or when you swim so weightless in water-
Any of them could have done with their bristle.
Cindrella could not have looked so ugly beautiful,
When you ran down to me leaving those landscapes behind;
And in the course you have broken the straps of your silver shoes,
Glow and shadow on your face were contemporaries and dutiful.
I have never imagined an angel ****
With their ******* hanging for becoming stiff with magic,
Comparing your ****** to a sorcerers cave without any logic-
And you release fireballs from your canon eyes crushing me so rude.
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 11:03 PM UTC
Heed my 'vice Cindrella
take your shoe and run, get out of here
follow the stars off to Never-land
don't let your silly dreams disappear
Where did it come from, why is it here?
Stop it. Rewind it. Fast forward one more year. (x2)
Those 'ventures fade away, with each passing day
of stories long ago
take my hand, hold on tight,
let the music take your for a ride
Where did it come from, why is it here?
Stop it. Rewind it. Fast forward one more year.(x2)
40 days and nights may pass without a sight
but still I know you love me so
lost in this ocean, amidst the commotion
drifting from your sight
In your love and mercy rest my endless worries
amidst this chaotic mess
reach out, grab me, don't reprimand me
keep me in the light
Where did it come from, why is it here?
Stop it. Rewind it. Fast forward one more year. (x2)
May 22, 2010
May 22, 2010 at 10:56 AM UTC
never eat pumpkin
leaving for poor
girl chariot…
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC