"commiting" poems
Rich People are pouring brandy in their glasses
as the winter freezes the ones from the lower classes
The lazy riches who do nothing are eating a lot
and the hardworking labourers are left to rot
The Greedy Sons of Man fight and die for money
collecting even a coin,like bees collect nectar for honey
Rich People are commiting crimes and moving free
as the poor are treated like dogs of low degree
Swanking their richness is their biggest pleasure
and the miseries of the poor are out any measure
The Money Hungry just want more of it all around
just like mud laden pigs roll in muddy ground
Rich People believe they are not bound to any rule
and the low classes are the ones who get fooled
Even the government listens to the Riches the most
and the others are burdened with rising costs
The Lettuce Frenzied are hoarding money in bank
just like dogs bury the bones in the lands
Rich People believe that they are of a superior race
and the low classes are the ones thrown into disgrace
Exploiting the poor is Rich People's favourite habit
and the others just watch,waiting for the same of it
The Money loving people can make the system bend
and why does this vicious beast of humanity has NO END ?
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 4:25 AM UTC
Nobody Knows McQueen
Why do mad men,
act so happy,
what do bad men,
feel so good,
nobody knows,
why,
do you have to lose the sanity,
to find,
the genius,
nobody knows,
why,
do the brightest lights,
cast,
the darkest shadows,
nobody knows,
can’t have the beach,
without the ocean and the sand,
can’t have bliss,
without the pain,
what a paradox we are,
us this Human Species,
all us actors just acting sans practice,
in deafening silence commiting acts of violence peacefully,
in this repulsively attractive romantically tragic,
dramatic sci-fi thriller comedic fantasy,
where we rarely do what we say,
even though we all say what we mean,
constantly on a conquest to find Plato’s Atlantis,
expressing ourselves through our art like Alexander McQueen,
which makes sense in a way since we’re all dressed up with nowhere to go,
and even though that may be so we still wear our hearts on our sleeves,
half peasant have emperor,
have invented have inventor,
half daughter/son half mother/father,
half created have creator,
only hope is that this sadness somehow leads to a happily ever after,
once gone,
only that odor lingers,
is it cologne or perfume,
no one knows or cares it’s 2018 it doesn’t matter,
nothing matters,
even though it feels like everything does,
or maybe everything matters,
and nothing feels like it does,
I don’t know,
and I don’t know if I care,
don’t have the answers,
and if I did I probably wouldn’t share,
or maybe I would,
and I’d do so through these words,
like a man stranded on an island with a universe full of knowledge,
sending these messages in these bottles as my parting gift to this world,
see we’re all on our way,
so have some fun before you go,
is there life after death,
maybe not maybe so nobody knows,
why do mad men,
act so happy,
what do bad men,
feel so good,
nobody knows…
∆ LaLux ∆
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
I am a writer, a ****** of words. I am a pen that's skipping ink but I still continue to write despite the broken lines because that's what I'm made for in the first place. Maybe the reason why I get hurt so much is that I fall in love with words a lot. I'm in love with people who is in love with literature. These poems and letters may not be made for you or because of you but their main purpose of being written is to move you. I want you to do something about that girl who works in your favorite book shop because I don't want you commiting the same regrets as I did. I want you to raise your voice and write about the oppression or the wage gap. I want you to write about something from the deepest part of your chest. I want you to write about something I cannot write about.
But some days, I feel nothing. I could write about being in love and about the color of their eyes but nowadays, their eyes look exactly the same. I could write about sadness but sadness itself is what hinders me to grab a pen. Now, I could write about happiness. But I rarely feel this way and when I feel this way, ******* I feel this way. I could gather these words about being filled with the color yellow but happiness will say that those words are not enough to fathom the euphoria I feel in me. Maybe one day, I could explore enough dictionaries to find the perfect words on what I have to say.
You don't have to be the greatest writer there is to make someone feel something through your words. Write about everything, every emotion, and every person who finds their way to your heart. When you can't write anymore, get outside and get your heart broken. Go outside and experience an experience that you never thought you would experience. Soon enough, you will write the words you never thought you would ever write. Don't hold anything other than offensive and oppressive thoughts back. Let the poetry run through your veins and drip down your fingertips. Write, write, and write until you can't write anymore. When you can't write anymore, seek a perhaps to write about then write, write, and write until you can't anymore. Even when the poem is below my satisfaction, I continue to share it anyway because being stoic and still would lead me to madness.
I am a writer, a ****** of words. I am a pen that's skipping ink and even though my lines are broken and unappealing, I continue to write anyway and because that is what I am made for in the first place.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Do not flaunt your jewels
on a friday night,
killer eyes are everywhere,
waiting for their flight
When I say jewels,
you know what I mean,
There are no exceptions,
on bright human brains.
Do not give chance,
Not even a glance.
for the mystic mind strikes,
hidden and in advance.
Just a piece of advice,
My dearest friend,
Do not be surprised,
nor be bent
for your religous pal,
is one of them,
Commiting a crime,
Behind his eye stem
Taking advantage,
of every opportunity,
he's so inclined,
on the opposite of chastity
Just a reminder,
I know you know me.
don't flaunt your jewels,
Because it's not for free
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 12:50 AM UTC
To criticise others seems soothing as cool breeze
People say anything without a single heed.
Without aknowledging how their words might impact someone's life
They keep passing opinions with ungrateful pride.
Some are able to overcome these comments and try to move on in life
While some are demoralized and end up with commiting suicide.
People must know that its not an achievement to criticise someone at every point
Maybe that person is already going through a hectic life.
No-one knows what it would have cost him to reach at a specific point
And some unuseful words may leave a never-ening depression in his mind.
He might not be able to excel in any aspects of life henceforth
And might end up thinking his life nothing more than a unbearable load.
If you think of yourself in the shoes of the person you critice
Then you might understand that its not a thing of pride.
Years of hardwork, sacrifice and dedication comes to an end with some criticising words
And thats the point where we might lose one of our precious jewels on earth.
So lets stop critising someone just to put him down in life
Despite help him in overcoming difficulties and achieving great heights.
No-one knows how your small support can lighten up someone's darken soul
With such deeds we might end up being a true human as a whole.
May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 6:17 PM UTC
I’m memorizing every contours of your face,
Like a blind girl tracing her fingers on a braille,
I’m memorizing how your voice sounds
And how it tinkers when you laugh,
I’m commiting to memory every facet and feature of you
For I know our days won’t last
And I’m just that kind of girl
Who keeps on forgetting
her ex-lovers faces and names
So when that time comes
When our ways will part
I hope I’ll have enough memories of you
Tucked in my mind and my heart,
memories, I will never
unlearn.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
Is there a reason
is there an aisle, for the pile, for just a while
a box, that holds rocks, and room for my socks
a clamp, to put on my cramp, hold my stamp
a day, when I can say, it's gone my way
an eye, made for a fly, without a sty
a flag, or a paper bag, to cover the drag queen
a goat, that you know will float, without a boat
a house, for my mouse, a lacy blouse
an imagination, for a nation, needing salvation
a jeepers, without a creepers, and no peepers
a kite, that flies alnight, until it's right
a lesson, learned from confesson, without guessin
a mole, in every hole, who likes rock and roll
a nerd, who looks like a bird, that's what I heard
an oil, our waters will boil, you've ruined the soil
a potion, or a lotion, that enhances the motion
a queen, whos really keen, on old James Dean
a reason, for commiting treason, in any season
a space, in this place, to put my face
a time, to do my rhyme, is it a crime
an Ull, unknown to Krull, whose blade is dull
a vacuum, in every room, or just a broom
a way, to ever say, you need not pray
a Xe, to strong for me, a trace I see
a yak, the color black, behind my back
a zama, in Alabama, Phi Slamma Jamma
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:07 AM UTC
Sitting at this leather couch
spilling out my mind
as it drips upon the floor
from every minute of my time wasted.
I'm wondering what you're thinking;
if it's me that's been crazy
for commiting this so-called crime
I'm jaded.
You're judging me pretending to respect me.
A folder thick with penmanship
You diagnose my intelligence
A steady flow of consciousness,
"I was sick of her ********
I was sick of the relationship!"
It's just a subtle mood swing
And that **** was so controlling
I wanted out.
So you jot your ******* notes
And cross your sloppy T's,
But you won't get the best of me
You're pills are not my remedy.
I stand by my insanity
You can claim I'm unstable
You can claim I'm in denial,
As I choose to ******* leave,
Make sure you make note in your file!
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 6:20 AM UTC
I have
A faulty brain
You have to excuse me
They use me
For tests
Studying
The schematics
Of a pscycopathic
Nonbeliever
WIll bring light
To the mysteries of
The dark mind
They say
You will never understand me
And I urge you
To never try
I am
A firm believer
In the absurd
And I vow
To never to stray
NOW MOVE!!
Before I let loose
With words to subdue
You're mind subtly
Then suddenly
I fascinate!
Until you indulge
Into this state
Of unknowing
Knowledge
Evil as the apple
Eve picked from
The tree
Sweet treat
Would you also
Like a bite to eat?
I am
The imperfect creation
Made perfectly
For your consumption
Others may slump in
Depression
Then
It's do and die
Commiting
Philosophical suicide
With the extremists
Who would sacrifice
A child's life
For god's sake
Who made
A mess out of earth,
Snakes?
Who constructed
This absurd brain
To think this way
What hands formed
The mandible
Which speaks
Sinful opinions
The open-ended
Questions of life
Were reserved
For religion?
Tell me why
I
Can imagine a place
As evil as hell
But can't create
And wouldn't
If I could
Speak vile
But
My actions speak justice
Just as quick
As you claim
I'll lay in a lake of fire
I'll say
I have to stay
And never leave
This is the punishment
For saying
What I believe.
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:50 PM UTC
The proof of past times.
The warning of the lost minds.
Who is more sane?
The man in suit and briefcase in hand.
Or the man who's cup jingles all covered in rags.
One clone circuits through the track never to win the race he runs.
The wonderer thinks on greater things but he's the only one.
There is no soul within the clones.
There's only ever wants.
To be accepted, labeled normal.
The manufacture never stops.
The few and wise are weary.
They see the soulless dancers.
They understand that man's diseased.
The Earth's very own cancer.
It's funny how they think themselves to be as good as good can be.
Then **** the world around them.
If they have hearts, they do not beat.
They trample truth beneath their feet!
They give no hope to those who seek!
They say their strong but THEY ARE WEAK!
THEYRE ALL AFRAID TO BE UNIQUE!
AFRAID OF TRUTH AND HUMBLE LIFE!
THIS MASS IS COMMITING SUICIDE!
FOR THEIR OWN COMFORTS AND LUXURIES.
YOU ALL ADD TO THE DISEASE.
but i am only one small voice.
They cannot hear above the noise.
They are a selfish loathsome thing.
The clones converge into one being.
They have no mind to do whats right.
They follow wrong reject the light.
BUT I WILL YELL AND SCREAM AND FIGHT!
BECAUSE I HAVE NOT LOST MY SIGHT!
I FOLLOW GOD AND SOMEDAY SOON.
He'll loose his rage.
To all untrue.
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 9:22 PM UTC
Is it love and affection
Diamond and pearls
Or to be called the most beautiful girl in the world
What is it that ladies want
When we're good to them
Some say we're to weak
When we're bad
They always end up hurt
And I don't speak upon the woman beaters
We all know those guy's are jerks
But what is it that ladies want
For us to stop our cheating
For us to stop our lies
Cause there's nothing more painful hearing than a woman's cry
Admit it every guy should understand
That a ladies tear has the power to bring tears to a man
But what is it that ladies want
For us to open there doors when we go places
Maybe they want more attention from us
They may even want more conversation
More appreciation for the things they do
they might even want more ***
But I really need the anwsers before I move on to next
What is it that ladies want
I really wanna know
Because not knowing this
May allow a lot of danger to show
what is it that ladies want
for us to take care of you while you sick
hold your hands when we walk to places
hold the door for you as well
and hold you in our arms at times when you feel lifes a livig hell
you want us guys to tell you how much we love you
tell you how much we appreciate you
tell you how much you are important to us in this world
that world lady,girl,female,women,and woman it shows power
without yall we are nothing
must guys dont understand how much we need ladies in the world
so what is that ladies want
they want us to be there for them
they want us buy them gifts
to not cheat
or abuse
cause there's nothing more hurtful than a woman's broken heart
God himself created women for a reason
not for guys to dog them
or have *** with anyone he sees
so what is that ladies want
its all in the heart
i mean every guy should know
they just want a person who cares for them
i guarantee you if we love our women like an husband
protect them like an father
then this world wouldn't have so many ******
we wouldn't have so many women commiting suicide
i just want for every woman around the world to know
that somebody understands what you go through
somebody cares
and that somebody is me
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Taking Chances
when we were young, full of vim and vigger
we could not wait, until we were bigger
few things frightened us, we were made out of steel
seeking excitement, we wanted to feel
short on brainpower, but strong blood and guts
we didn't care, if we were knocked on our butts
we'd get right back up, and try it again
from climbing a tree, to commiting a sin
now we are older, the chances more measured
simple things then, now are more treasured
being more careful, with much more to risk
keeping things hidden, on a backup hard disk
are we smarter now, or just a whole lot more boring
have we lost our zest, spending time hiding and snoring
afraid to take chances, throw our hearts in the ring
seeking out ways, to make our hearts sing
I don't want to die, having too many regrets
being so careful, simply hedgeing my bets
let them all snicker, and call me a fool
I want to live life, bending some of the rules
put on that parachute, take that big leap,
take some missed chances, before that last sleep
look that special friend, square in the eye
tell them I love you, let your heart fly
Gomer LePoet...
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
What do you do when your life comes crashing down?
Everyone you loved is no longer around,
You try so hard but keep getting knocked back,
In the end you say **** it" and hit on a bottle of Jack,
Nothing is going right in your life,
And you cry yourself to sleep at night,
The only thing that sounds appealing,
Is commiting suicide.
Don't give up,
Don't give up on life,
because some day,
Your life will go right.
Life is a rollercoaster,
It has it's highs and lows,
But it's no one elses decision,
But yours on which path you choose to go.
Sometimes we're right,
Sometimes we're wrong,
It doesn't mean you don't belong.
All the people we've loved and lost,
We pray for guidance from up above,
So before you go and grab that knife,
Think about it,
Don't waste your life.
Don't give up,
Don't give up on life,
Because some day,
Your life will go right.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
You keep your heart away from me, you will not share.
I tell you secrets about me, but you just don't care.
I suspect the worst - that we are going to end in tears
and crash and burn. Yet I ignore my fears.
I watched you like a hawk and learnt your trick.
You lead me on but commiting just makes you sick.
I held you close for long enough, but I can't keep up the fight.
I've moved on.
There's a girl here in town who likes to share,
and she says she's free
tonight.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
please, tell me-
tell me why
you won't even bat an eye towards me when I plea
in my mind as I stare at the blue sky
to try to distract myself from you
because gazing at you all the time
is suffocating and I threw
my sanity away- it's like I'm commiting a serious crime
as I stalk you on social media
every single day, like a hopeless romantic
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 4:02 AM UTC
Don't you know it's Christmas?
Theres kids cutting themselves
Toys being put on all the shelves
Were dealing with ISIS
But the holidays are priceless
Don't you know it's Christmas?
Theres people dealing with cancer
All we care about is Rudolf and Prancer
Theres teens commiting suicide
They should be kept warm and on the inside
Don't you know it's Christmas?
Al Quida taking the life of children
And were wondering when Santa's coming back again
Theres kids doing drugs
While were surrounded with hugs
Don't you know it's Christmas?
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I left for a few minuta
detail
wrote poetry all the way
to essex, my belle the enigma landing
and lost all of the words that proved
i was commiting treason.
and again I left for a minute
had no ideas what to write
i am the worlds first poet.
Like great with a lower
case G.
Any word, 7 or more languages
forward or backward.
prodigy, prosody, prodisy or is it odeseyus
he fell down flat on his back
wanting to know who c. reeves tucked in
before the C4 explosion.
and I Cobak can tell you that
WE are here, in the Star Wars book
bith bounty hunting earthworms for fish hooks.
i write all day seas less lee.
as praetorian Helmet.
wehttam
I love our web page. Just keep writing. We will never read all of the poets.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
There is a moment when you feel all is gone
All hope is lost
That moment when you feel abandoned and rejected
The same moment when you feel life being taken out of you
That crazy moment when you feel like commiting suicide
The very moment when you feel your heart bleeding in silent tears
The moment when you feel so in the dark
That moment is simply LIFE
Life is PAIN
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
Comfort in the
Thought of death.
Not death upon myself,
Or commiting a ******
But solely the thought
Of death.
We live an entire
life of wrongdoing
And good.
A life of obscurity
And abrupt openness.
We venture to abide
To the social norm.
We try so hard
In everything we do
And suddenly none
Of it mattered
And our entire worldly
Existence was worthless.
c.g.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
My friends embarrassing moment.
Some people's minds whirl around all the time to make things fine
It's getting stranger all the time
It's getting stranger all the time
I sat in a suit drinking some soup with a partner of mine
As if I would be commiting a sort of crime
If I wore jeans and a T'shirt with I am trying to be different written on it ;I hope you do not mind ;
I heard the manager call the police and they said" tell him he is walking a very thin line"
Now just leave and we will be sending you in the post the attire you should be wearing if you travel and want to sit and dine"
Patronised enough I looked in the mirror of the restaurant and realised I was naked all the time and the other people did'nt like to say but your ***** is in my eye line
I was a victim of a criminal that had stripped me of my identity I find
I did a few selfies with a bottle of plonk two waiters and some spaghetti some banana custard and a piece of ham then my friend came back from the toilet and we swiftly left as he whilst peeing spilled some over the bowl and was too embarrassed so felt nothing left but to incline to leave.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
Commiting unknown errors and unknown sins
Reasoning that I could have handled situations better
Yesterday never seems to disappear.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
The day has come
For me to go
I'll be gone
Before the snow
Life is a joke
I don't find funny
Maybe in heaven
Life will be sunny
But I ask myself
Is it even real
And if so
It's to good of a deal
I wasted my life
Commiting my crimes
Explained it all
In simple rhymes
Theres something that
You need to know
You won't agree
But its my time to go.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
There are many rivers to cross, and I can't seem to find my way on.
I wander.
I am lost.
As I travel all alone.
Why am I alone?
Sometimes, i need to stop myself.
Stop myself from commiting, a dreadful crime.
Loneliness won't leave me alone!
What a trap!
See now i'm on my own.
Yes, they left me.
They didn't say why.
Now it's time to cry.
Many rivers
Many rivers
Many rivers
Many river long
Many river to cross
Many river to cross
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC