"cutely" poems
i had thought
the boy in my computer science class
with the foreign skin and army outfit
was the epitome of adorable
breaking into spanish when he got overexcited about learning
which was always
and i was excited when we were paired together today
until he seemed genuinely impressed by my competency
and contributed nothing
suddenly his misunderstandings of gender and sexism no longer
seemed like something i could cutely teach him about
but a tragic flaw
and a person i didn't want to be around
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
You choked on chariots raw. Red egg yolk suppers, churned of the milk oceans this morning you kept.
The lintel of stone turned toward dusk. Some great dynasty of submissive spirits catering your morning
Out on a cart of muse, forms of heaven cannot even hear you. You are a soporific knot in the tale of your Old womanhood. In this infinite Tuesday morning your small black eyes, like an oil tanker toppling over The intense azure sea- shipwrecked, and lost.
Departing from your childhood you slurp Coca-Cola from a silver straw. From the corner store and inside Winter yawns. There is no face, only strikingly beautiful black hair. The body under you is at home in all
My hand's fingers have to fill. All the clothes that you could carry for the two-way adventure. There are
Never enough bubbles between your lips and the glass bottle you have. Only the score of the whistleblower. And the poor symphony you had prayed for into the dial-tone phone, the deep Wilderness, that stiff forever-ago budding from your coffee cup. Neurogenesis lifted from your Fingerprints and emblazoned into this lump of human ingenuity. The hopeless octave that cut us all short.
Every short story that was left untold. There are the brief deaths recoiling in your spiritual architecture. The ****** of morphia has bourn me awake. Inside you are often unscathed, vanishing as some of Tonight's parts assemble you, on you blue is a beautiful color. The sweet retreat that gave you life or the bountiful deaths that counted you too cutely by your side. You are the sun in my black coat. Here is my sea, your sea, you'll see.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:34 AM UTC
I Peered Out Of The Room Windows,
I Was In This Desolate Guesthouse,
It Was A Comfortable Rest House,
And Here I Was In Anticipation,
Angel Or Whosoever Was Awaited,
Will She Pop Into My Vision Here Too,
Was It Only A Seasick Mind's Illusion?
Was All That Really Just An Illusion,
Thinking This I Prepared For Bed,
Then I Felt A Flute Was Playing,
Looked Into Sound's Direction,
All I Saw Then Was Foggy Night,
My Own Reflection Was Also Visible,
Slightly If Not Entirely Can Be Seen.
I Recalled The First Night At The Sea,
She Did Appear On The Towed Raft,
A Beautiful Mermaid I Had Seen,
Now I Did Remember It Clearly,
My Face Was No Longer Mine,
Yes It Was The Beautiful Face Of Hers,
She Wasn't Sad As I Did Remember.
She Was Smiling So Very Divinely,
Her Brown Eyes Stared So Cutely,
More Divine Felt She Was Really,
I Thought That It Was So Early,
My Pocket Watch Showed Three,
I Took My Eyes Off And Went To Bed,
Then & There She Was Lying For Me.
I Again Let My Mind Play Games,
Never Did Imagine Turning Mad,
Now I Was Not Feeling As Bad,
Neither I Wanted To Break It,
Nor It Felt Like One Anymore,
This Was The Dream I Loved To Live,
As If The Boon Was Presented To Me.
She Smiled As I Sat On The Bed,
I Asked Her, "Are You Real?"
"Yes, Just As Your Thoughts,"
I Then Stared At Her Lips,
She Then Touched Me Again,
Hands As Soft As That Night At Sea,
I Just Felt Like Opposing Her Touch.
I Blankly Smiled And Thought,
'My Thoughts Are Surely Real,'
Then I Just Let Her Guide Me,
The Moon Shone So Bright,
It Just Felt Really So Very Right,
Resigning I Just Let My Illusion Win,
It's Love We Were Sharing, Not A Sin.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Ever so softly, ever so sweet,
I listen to your heart, it's slow, slow little beat.
I brush your hair cutely over your ear
listening to that beat, soon to disappear.
Lying softly, lying sweet,
I watch you twitch, cutely wiggling your feet.
with your eyes wide open and your mouth dripping red,
softly and sweetly my job here is done,
on your cute little bed.
Feb 12, 2011
Feb 12, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
off the asphalt
five miles down south
she catches prawn
her skirt the catching net
feet quietly feather weight
she looks a muddy heron
beneath sky grayish pale
swimming wind with fishy smell
on her no man's patch
intent on her solo search
head bowed down cutely arch
she must have her catch
streaks of mud on her hair
only what she does care
a bunch of wriggling store
fire it up when day is dead
have the catch thinly spread
and nothing more
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
My name is Sandy
My twin sister's name is Suzy
We hang out together
Dressed up so cutely
We look so much alike
This is so very true
But there are some things
Only I like to do
She is funny
and laughs so loud
I am the thoughtful
one in the crowd
She likes green
I like blue
She likes the playground
I like it too
We do look alike
Sometimes you can see
But there are all the times
When I am just me!
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
Can you see me?
I see you, I see you even in my dreams.
The ones with you painted in them are always my favorite.
~
Can you hear me?
I always hear you.
On days when I'm alone I wish nothing more than to hear your handsome voice fill the room with life and colors.
~
Can you feel me?
When my fingers touch yours, or when I watch the way you so cutely do certain things, or even when as I listen to you speak through my eyes I scream at you "I love you"?
~
But more importantly, can You love Me too?
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
I have so often wondered more,
Who wrote you in my destiny.
The question has cutely lingered about here,
In the newly glorified days of my life.
You seem so carefree to me on the outside,
But you are a lovely-lovely angel in the inside.
We must learn patience & conservancy from birds,
They travel across oceans to breed in the seasons.
I enjoy gazing at your pretty name,
Just like I stared at stars in the clear night-sky.
A date will bolster the waiting time,
But we will keep in touch with you till then.
Such is the grandeur of the feeling we have for each other,
We are so steeped in love that it has seeped into our blood.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 3:33 AM UTC
I am just a name
No money, no claim to fame
Just an ordinary guy
Who holds his head high!
You can count me as any
One among the countless many
Just another face in the crowd
Who has not stopped being proud!
You may ask why the vanity
You can pity the humble's dignity
Not knowing the true measure
Of the possessions in my treasure!
I have a richly simple life
An undemanding girl as a wife
My heart she really does win
She's a woman no boasting queen!
We have a son (a daughter it could be)
A bubbly one that babbles in glee
I don't mind missing the sunrise
We see it every moment in his eyes!
I have a house with little to show
But a patch of blue from window
And a backyard so cutely thin
To barely hold a streak of green!
But it's not the house so much
The wonder is my wife's magic touch
That tides whatever the weather
And keeps our home together!
So you know dear reader my mate
The key of my pride the secret
With all the world's wealth on my side
Shouldn't I bear myself with pride?
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
Today,
is 4/6/16.
It is 7:46 pm.
And my childhood friend
just died
41 minutes ago.
No lie,
no joke.
I cry as I write this one,
my eyes are probably swollen,
and I know
he wouldn't want me to cry.
But,
I look at the pictures I have of him,
how he seemed so happy.
I held him in my arms,
just hoping he'd eat something,
at 5:10 pm today.
He hadn't been eating for days,
he couldn't stand up.
My friend's name was scooter.
Scooter was the best pet I could have asked for.
He was the main attraction at my home,
because he was a pig.
Such a lovable pig.
He was just like a dog, but better.
That pig could make me smile any day.
He used to dance.
He used to oink so cutely.
I am gonna miss him for sure.
I just know it.
With that, I end this one.
With tears in my eyes,
I wish you a final goodbye.
I will always love you, buddy.
R.I.P
my dear, dear scooter.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
little people
cutely small
politically
inconsequential
speeches on tee vee
teachin us how not to think
til we learn to never
think at all
cutely obeying the law
eating popcorn
at the mall
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
She walks delicately,
carefully, easily.
Right on by you.
She talks quietly,
beautifully, gracefully.
Right next to you.
Quickly she locks you in.
She whispers seductively,
huskily, sexily.
Right into your ear.
She says sweet things,
cute things, great things.
Straight to you.
And now she's getting through.
Her heels clack.
He nearly spat.
But all you do is stare.
The way she talks is planned.
The way she walks--rehearsed.
All those things were petty lies.
But it's too late.
She smiles cutely,
quickly, embarrassed.
Just to get to you.
She blushes deeply,
innocently, easily.
While getting ready for you.
She has got you chained now.
She acts timidly,
shyly, less boldly.
To get closer to you.
She treats you well,
kindly, graciously.
Just to lie to you.
She's got you begging.
Her heels clack.
He nearly spat.
But all you do is stare.
The way she talks is planned.
The way she walks--rehearsed.
All those things were petty lies.
But it's too late.
She holds your heart frighteningly,
tightly, brightly.
Making her own you.
She looks strong,
powerful, unforgettable.
Showing herself to you.
And now you see through it all.
She steps lightly,
passionately, happily.
Over to you.
She seems cruel,
evil, sinister.
Having played you.
Too bad it's nearly the end.
Her heels clack.
He nearly spat.
But all you do is stare.
The way she talks is planned.
The way she walks--rehearsed.
All those things were petty lies.
But it's too late.
She holds herself dignifiedly,
highly, gloriously.
As she brings the knife to you.
She cuts deeply,
thrillingly, chillingly.
Straight into you.
If only you had known.
She moves smoothly,
willingly, cutely.
Right on by you.
She is biter,
sinister, crazy.
As she continues.
And it restarts, nothing new.
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
And so I asked my future wife,
With a smile on my calm face,
When we made a new decision,
About getting a new apartment,
To which she replied innocently,
"How would it be helping us now?
If we made away with Craig's list,
Wouldn't he be at significant loss?"
I didn't reply and merely smiled,
It was a slightly pleasant surprise,
Taken by her cutely innocent reply,
I told her that what a Craigslist was,
Even she was laughing at herself now.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 6:47 AM UTC
I feel the need
To type hello
To ask if you want company
I feel the need
To keep it short
To slightly tease
To arouse your curiosity
I feel the need
To shave my legs
To cutely dress
To match my bra to my *******
I feel the need
To ready myself
For an answer
I've yet to receive
I feel the need
To hope
That you'll finally
See me
I feel the need
To sleep
Because you never reply
Why can't I be the guy?
Why can't I just ignore...
Not feeling the need
To adore
To miss or to love
Why can't I just feel the need
To give up?
Why can't I give less of me?
Why can't I feel the need for more?
Alas, I'm bound to this heart....
I feel the need
To rip it out of my chest
To allow myself rest
To fall apart......
©MV
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
True endeavor
-----
He took off his Poverty and slipped out the Door
••
You wanna see a ****** up reality ?
Look around!
All we got is a ****** up reality !
••••
Why is it ****** up?
CAUSE IT'S NOT REAL
--
That is to say:
WE DO NOT SEE THE POWERS OF TRUTH AT PLAY
••
(There is no LOVE
In the garbage can of twisted personality
----
All the BROKEN ONES that you claim you can save
By simple being cutely adored)
••
True endeavor
--
He took off his Poverty and slipped out the Door
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Oh my
I know you want me
i'm such a pretty mess
a painted doll with bright green eyes
and cuts that you can mend
I bat my eyes so cutely
when i'm trying not to cry
I turn my head and you grab me
Still in poised and in my dress
and what you see's not what you get
Because i'm no prize my dear
and I fall down when I cry
because my body shakes so horribly
and i'll always ask you why
why you care about my health my mind
and why you care to look at me
when my eyes are red and swollen
and i'm trying not to bleed
My lipstick smears away
across my face and on my hands
I will push you I will fight you
ball my fists up and i'll scream
till you can't stand the thought of me
and I slump down in defeat
because i'm no doll and I don't play
i'm just a little mess
a formerly pretty girl with scars on her legs
and sweetie
scars don't mend
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
She, and me!
She's my best friend,
She makes me proud of my destiny.
She rhymes just so cutely with me,
Her name is Mummy,
Mummy, and me!
Here 'me' is Atul Kaushal!
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
When I shooed the cat
It spoke out kinda human voice
So all your knowledge has come to that
Acting only on selfish choice!
Answered him without losing my grit
Pretentious cat a sly mean thief
Wise words in your mouth don’t befit
Most misplaced would be in you a belief!
Ha I laugh when you say I steal
A crumb of fish few drops of milk
Tribe of men when have belly’s fill
Gorge some more your hungry ilk!
Had been you a little kind and fair
And not just mindful of own wellness
Learned to live with caring share
The world would have been a lovely place!
In such a world never a cat would steal
Needn’t have to when kept well fed
Would discard all its furtive skill
Live cutely cuddled on human bed!
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Where women aren't quite women
They're Menstruating folk,
Their gender simply Human,
The world gone truly woke.
Grasping for atonement,
The art of double speak,
The fancy of the moment
Our words they cutely tweak.
Political correctness,
Not He, nor She, but It,
In search of urban fairness,
With some a glowing hit.
For others who stay silent,
Not knowing what to say,
On tact sorely reliant,
For this to pass they pray.
But how about this thought
To brighten up your day,
Good sense is rarely taught
So why should wokes hold sway?
We the startled masses
Muted for so long,
Know Thoroughbreds from *****
That's how we get along.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
Awareness appeared like a virus
cutely attached to my brain stem.
I am a terrible person. I say
misgivings like u wld say
thanksgiving and I speak
it aloud to those gathered @
the Table // The Table touched
by each person I've hurt & [yet]
they are cool with me //
This is the bluest I've ever been.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
LONDON TIME
Sprawls across the skyline.
Ancient and newly alike.
Busy wheels and politics.
Backstreets of culture with pickpocket vultures.
Stations and bankers,
And other posh tankers,
Otherwise known as rich classy wan**rs.
Sea museums and see museums
Plague victims under common land lay.
Sleeping for years.
And time changes.
Smiles very cutely, as he makes the suggestion.
Let's go sight seeing "dear lady"
Come along and see my life.
I'll hold your hand forever, but you will never be my wife.
He will never be your husband, as he knows not how.
The man who stopped time in London town.
(c) Livvi
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
Helen of Toy
she liked them of plastic
she liked them of wood
she liked to insert them
as deep as she could
cutely painted or plainly plain
it really did not matter
gradually with practice
they got longer and fatter
the pleasure they bring
she had a hole army
they were not whiskered
sweaty or swarmy
they never cheated
or broke her sweet heart
they're always there
to completely finsh what they start
though never in France
she was stolen by Paris
starting a fierce war
meant to embarrass
no need of a horse
no need of a Trojan
no waiting for phones
no need for a dumb man
Gomer LePoet ....
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
There he lays with killing claws
so snug, on my warm lap
I smile as he looks so cute
he even left a bird by my feet
Oh Bas it's a mucking sparrow
you little ******* with eyes so narrow
I know you know what I am saying
but goodness sake it's a sparrow
I don't think I should pat you
you murderous little brat
does that poor bird
warrant a cat slap
And you purr
so Juvenal
and in contentment
you cutely snug saying
Here you are daddy
I hope you will eat
a Sparrow for Monday
to bury and keep
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC