"coud" poems
Bogged down and stained with dirt from my past
you washed me clean, I sparkled at last.
You gave me hope, you made me smile
forget "an inch" I gave you a mile.
You reminded me that the sky is blue
you showed me happiness I never knew.
We ran away into the night
with you by my side, everything felt right
We drove into the sunset
with nothing but our pasts to forget.
We were young, we were in love
hand in hand, the sky above.
Wind in our hair, passion in our hearts
nothing coud have torn us apart.
Singing the words to our favorite songs
through it all we stood tall and strong.
Bowing to no one, not even the wind
together forever there is no end.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
Proud I was with my shoveling,
Moving snow to the end of the drive,
Lifing loads, shovelling high.
The armlifts created pyramids,
I was as proud as Pharoh coud be.
These pyramids
Could well entomb me.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
**** covered cloud
Come down from above
**** covered coud
Leaves **** flavored mud
I'm my lover now
that she's soiled in sick
I'd miss the other half
but she's dating a ****
he beats her and cheats her
he wheels and deals
He ghambles and rhambles
he lies and he steals
her black eye is healing
she's barfing again
the **** covered cloud
rains down her new men
she picks them all up
and lines them up slow
she gags and she chokes
like her mommy said so
she grows up abused
all tattered and torn
she gets tattoos and piercings
and a career in hard ****
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 2:40 PM UTC
Ivanhoe.
I can pretend to be.
Hercules.
I could be pretend to be.
One of valiant.
One of strength.
Robin Hood.
I coud pretend to be.
But you won't finding me stealing anything.
Some of Cupid.
Exist in me.
I think in my opinion this is what attracted my lady to me.
We all have an illusion of someone.
Even if it's ourself.
That we imagine constantly of being someone else.
Women wants Prince Charming.
Men wants their Princess to come.
While they figure out ways to be totally in love.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:02 AM UTC
Such was him
Behind those bars
He knew of a much further land
Sun red as blood, snow not that white
Not an inch of dust would filter through
Not a single memorie would find him,
there where he was,
deep down.
Though, he coud have, somehow,
might have asked,
"what shall be my sin, dear guard?
That, the one, to me unknown,
which my dreams far away from me hides?"
"Never mind" said the armoured man;
"why should know such a lowlife,
why should know such a piece of trash,
values him nothing more than living, the clues to
his crimes?"
Might he never be back to his country,
might never again see that red sun,
though for sure
Shall he never rest among dust.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
Quenouille, de Pallas la compagne et l'amie,
Cher présent que je porte à ma chère Marie,
Afin de soulager l'ennui qu'elle a de moi,
Disant quelque chanson en filant dessur toi,
Faisant pirouetter, à son huys amusée,
Tout le jour son rouet et sa grosse fusée.
Quenouille, je te mène où je suis arrêté,
Je voudrais racheter par toi ma liberté.
Tu ne viendras és mains d'une mignonne oisive,
Qui ne fait qu'attifer sa perruque lascive.
Et qui perd tout son temps à mirer et farder
Sa face, à celle fin qu'en l'aille regarder ;
Mais bien entre les mains d'une dispote fille,
Qui dévide, qui coud, qui ménage et qui file
Avecque ses deux sœurs pour tromper ses ennuis,
L'hiver devant le feu, l'été devant son huis.
Aussi je ne voudrais que toi, Quenouille, faite
En notre Vendomois (eu le peuple regrette
Le jour qui passe en vain) allasses en Anjou
Pour demeurer oisive et te rouiller au clou.
Je te puis assurer que sa main délicate
Filera doucement quelque drap d'escarlate,
Qui si fin et si doux en sa laine sera,
Que pour un jour de fête un roi le vêtira.
Suis-moi donc, tu seras la plus que bienvenue,
Quenouille, des deux bouts et greslette et menue
Un peu grosse au milieu où la filasse tient,
Etreinte d'un ruban qui de Montoire vient,
Aime-laine, aime-fil, aime-estaim maisonière,
Longue, palladienne, enflée, chansonnière ;
Suis-moi, laisse Cousture, et allons à Bourgueil,
Où, Quenouille, on te doit recevoir d'un bon œil :
Car le petit présent qu'un loyal ami donne,
Passe des puissants rois le sceptre et la couronne.
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my mouth is dry
and each tear you cry is a drop of water
to quench my thirst
i've never wished this on anyone before
never grinned at the sight of blood
never been pleased to see someone break
but i've been broken myself
and while my bones are whole and sturdy
you smashed my heart to pieces
that no one coud ever mend
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
*signs of deception
without even thinking
it's always done
with manipulation
something you want
you sometimes take
only to cry
if you don't get your way
never thinking
or
wondering why
you want you want
and
you don't even care
never the right choices
but you always swear
is it because you don't know
or
you were never taught better
did any care
maybe they were scared
take what you will
you would if you coud
i hope you can change
and
i wish that you could*
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
anything that has once been kind
to me has left
and not come back.
So I call you 'artificial' until
you show me that
you can handle
seeing the
deepest parts of me
and still
stick around.
So far I've never had anyone
who coud handle
any part of me in
their life
And I'm stuck without
anybody or anything to
be with me
And all of the friends I have
aren't really my 'friends'
because i'll never let them get that deep
they have never and
will never
break me down to my core
like you did
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
My daughter says somebody told her
Of a Far Eastern man, who, though older
Than some of the rest,
Coud contort with the best
As was known as 'The Manila Folder.'
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
dear mom,
when i was born to a 16 year old, do you think it was my plan to hurt you? to ruin you? i made your life hell, i know. but this was out of my control.
mommy i love you
mommy look im reading
look how smart i am
look how good i am
look how nice i am
look how kind i am
see how tired i am
see how lonely i am
how alone
how sickly
mommy why wont you answer me
have i done something wrong?
i did everything for you.
no matter how hard i tried it was never enough.
when daddy came back to get me
you fought
you genuinely loved me
and i never wanted to see him
i loved you
daddy had left
hurt me
hurt you
but as soon as you won
didnt you cry?
wish i had been taken?
i remember that night you prayed to god for me to go away
how i was hurting you
you were my age when you had me
nearly an adult
adult enough to go to that party
to go find your man friend
to lie and say you coud drink
but what happened?
daddy forgot he hated condoms.
forgot he didnt like consent
yet it was my faut after
im sorry mommy
im sorry i wasnt good enough.
fast forward me 2019
taking it out on my grades and never happy
put on a mask for the parents and bottle up my sorrow study and work til i see the light of tomorrow
suddenly im 13
hardly 3 days clean
picking up scraps and taking pills i cant seem
to pronounce the names of
my grades are slipping
my life crumbling
im turning fifteen in 3 weeks
its like you dont even know me.
like you kept having kids to fil the void
stopl hurting me
i didnt deserve it
i was always good
i did everything to make you happy
love,
Holly
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC
This is one of those days
where I know i'm dying
and that there is a blade in my drawer
I just couldn't throw away
that coud help to speed up the process
Someone asked me how I am so happy all the time
they said they wish they could be more like me
and god that makes me feel so guilty
like i've somehow made a standard in someones life
that what I am is happy
but they can never attain what I am
because i'm a fake smile
and one more bad day away from dying
because
of all the things screaming at me in my head
the only ones I clearly hear
are the ones telling me to do it
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Slowly knocking on Satan's door, she's begging someone to let her in.
For, if only she knew of the light shining from her right now, maybe she wouldn't even have contemplated it.
Self destruction has taken on a new level for her and tonight will be her last night of suffering.
I want to believe that this life will someday change for the better.
I want to believe that one day, life won't push people to the destruction of their own life.
But, that just isn't how the dice roll.
If we could somehow find a way to explain to the nonbelievers that there exists a place where we could still be in love.
We too often push love to the side because of the feelings it causes.
Love is so powerful that it may bring you to do things you wouldn't normally do.
The love can be so blinding that you can often fall into a whirlwind of hurt.
The scariest thing of all is the love can be addicting.
When you love someone, it is a drug.
Everything they do, you want more of it.
It becomes your nicotine.
The love is when you hear their voice when they aren't around..
when you have their scent memorized..
when you start to talk like them..
when you are in a crowd of people and you can only see them.
That's when you know you are in love.
I found my first true love about four years ago...
I did not know until now the impact he had over my life.
I had never felt myself so happy, so peaceful until the love with him was reciprocated.
And if you asked me today,
I would still tell you I loved him.
I love him enough to give him his space.
I love him enough to let him figure some things out.
I love him enough to let him grow.
I know deep in my heart that he will come back to me because I now know what it is like to sacrifice so much of myself for love.
It hurts.
It can physically hurt.
The breathless pain you feel when you can barely drag yourself out of bed.
When you reach over and he's not in his spot.
When you can't even look him in eyes because it hurts too bad.
I coud easily give up on love, but I won't allow myself to, because all of the heartache, pain and tears are worth it.
Because one day, I will look into his eyes and know I have found the one.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 4:17 AM UTC
*All I coud think of
is how would it feel if your
lips would press on mine.*
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
I haven't talked to my brother in over a year
He won't answer the phone or even come near
My thirteen-year-old has the cops at the door
And my 9 year old is playing PlayStation on the floor
I had just woke up and relaxing in an Epson salt bubble soak
The youngest crashes in so fast the door almost broke
"The cops were just here Mom they wanted my sister"
I'm thinking "oh boy her *** is going to blister"
What, when, where, who, and why
I get dressed so fast, jump in the car and fly
My child has stayed last night at my mom's you see
so that was **** well where I needed to be
I get there and find out what's going on
It's breaking and entering and that sort of con
All talked through now and punishments dealt
I love her immensely so I told her how I felt
My mom kept the girls so I coud clean up my floor
Then someone comes knocking at my door
The first was okay but Along Comes an unwanted
And I wasn't nice as my displeasure was flaunted
I got him to leave and along comes another of whom I'm not sure
As a large conflict was just resolved between I and her
So I'm relaxing now and guess what's next
My phone dings with an unexpected text
It's my brother to tell me what **** I am
And expect me to welcome him Open Arms back to the fam
Already riled with today's fine events
I lash back with words maybe a bit too intense
Overwhelmed with how the day has played through
Upstairs to my room to calm is what I had to do
Now that it's done and in past tense
And I've gotten out all of my vents
I say to my oldest girl," you ****** up but I still love you"
I say to my brother," you ****** up but I still love you too"
And to all of my friends I left wondering where I had gone
"I'm on my way back down so put on a good song"
WHAT A DAY!!
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Tout amoureux, de sa maîtresse,
Sur son coeur ou dans son tiroir,
Possède un gage qu'il caresse
Aux jours de regret ou d'espoir.
L'un d'une chevelure noire,
Par un sourire encouragé,
A pris une boucle que moire
Un reflet bleu d'aile de geai.
L'autre a, sur un cou blanc qui ploie,
Coupé par derrière un flocon
Retors et fin comme la soie
Que l'on dévide du cocon.
Un troisième, au fond d'une boîte,
Reliquaire du souvenir,
Cache un gant blanc, de forme étroite,
Où nulle main ne peut tenir.
Cet autre, pour s'en faire un charme,
Dans un sachet, d'un chiffre orné,
Coud des violettes de Parme,
Frais cadeau qu'on reprend fané.
Celui-ci baise la pantoufle
Que Cendrillon perdit un soir ;
Et celui-ci conserve un souffle
Dans la barbe d'un masque noir.
Moi, je n'ai ni boucle lustrée,
Ni gant, ni bouquet, ni soulier,
Mais je garde, empreinte adorée
Une larme sur un papier :
Pure rosée, unique goutte,
D'un ciel d'azur tombée un jour,
Joyau sans prix, perle dissoute
Dans la coupe de mon amour !
Et, pour moi, cette obscure tache
Reluit comme un écrin d'Ophyr,
Et du vélin bleu se détache,
Diamant éclos d'un saphir.
Cette larme, qui fait ma joie,
Roula, trésor inespéré,
Sur un de mes vers qu'elle noie,
D'un oeil qui n'a jamais pleuré !
411
Today I think of others
others lying cold in the street
surviving on nothing
with cold hearts and feet.
All they want is a chance
a hope a dream to come true
a meal, a drink a bit of love
and that coud come from you.
It could come from me as well
and I will do all that I can
open a door, open your heart
a welcome is all that they need
a hot meal will do for a start.
I am giving my coat today
to someone to keep them warm
in this cold biting wind
cold bittter snow that blows a storm.
It is no joke, lying with all but a box
cardboard to keep out the rain
endless cold days is enough
to drive anyone insane.
Give all you can as I will do today.
Thank you for reading this
and togther we can help.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
HUMING BIRD.
One lovely sunny day as I was tending my basket of flowers.
a sudden flash of shiny green buzzed by and landed next to
me on the humming bird feeder,
So close was it! I coud almost reach out and touch it.
I stood so still,
and watched it as it drank and often fluttered it almost opaque wings.
Suddenly a burst of wind rustled my hair and the bird took to flight.
Such a wonderful gift of nature, that I was blessed to experience.
Reminding me that summer is coming to a end molding into fall.
DS
AUGUST 1
2024
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 3:46 PM UTC
You coud cut the distance then
Between us, and now you come when
I have left the living years of times ago,
Together we had shared no tomorrow,
Only too many todays,
Oh, and our ****** father and his ways!
So much lost in the rain,
We now shake over in pain!
A world of give, and no receive!
In silence we look, in sacrifise conceive--
Loved faces are gone,
Here come new ones, with our ways
done!
by
Hakim H. Kassim
(d. September 13, 2016).
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:29 AM UTC
The thing is, I coud survive without all of you
However, I would have never lived without each of you
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
I wish i coud stop
Rereading all those words
That once made my heart
Burst with utter joy.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC