"damm" poems
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
and how the wind doth ramm,
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
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It’s kinda pointless
The purpose was clear as its intention
But still, it was kinda pointless
It was like when a kid lets go of his balloon.
The string slowly evaporates from his hand
As he covers his brow looking skyward to the horizon
He let go of his first lover because maybe that would make his wishes come true
Or maybe he let it go so a part of him could touch God.
It was kinda pointless.
Our on and off again two month relationship
Every two months or so I would create every insecurity that my poetic lips could fabricate
Twist and turn on my restless nights in one way street fashion
But those other every two months
Were magical
I could write a million poems about your body if only my hands weren’t too busy touching it
I would memorize the way your footsteps walked home incase I ever needed to find you
And every song on the radio was our love song
But for another two months I let you go officially
And I guess that was kinda pointless
*** now I pointlessly think aimlessly for why I did it
Maybe I just didn’t want to see you evaporate from my hands again
Or maybe it’s *** I thought if I let go of my first lover, my wishes would come true
Or maybe it’s because when I’m kissing you, I feel like I could touch God
And that just scared me
But when a kid lets go of a balloon,
He thinks he’s done with it, but he knows he’s never gonna get it back.
But God, damm it, I want it back.
I want a reason to smile and know I’m smiling for a reason
I want something to hold my wrist, to go on adventures with
Making love with you was never pointless, and no, I don’t regret it.
In fact, it was flawless.
And I’d be skipping for days, waiting to do it again
But the feeling was lost. We let it evaporate from our hands.
We let our emotions escalade and we lost it.
Sacrificed it to a summer’s day
Watched it float into one of God’s crevices
Letting go you, was like letting go of a balloon.
I’m forced to watch it drift away but I never, ever, really saw it pop.
When you let go of a balloon, it kisses the sky.
So I kissed you good-bye in hopes you will reach new heights.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Paper. Pen.
Let's write out our feelings.
"I'm having a rough time."
Cell phone
Online recipes.
I should cook that soon.
Hotel websites.
Free breakfast? Eh I'm vegan now so just fruit.
Swimming pool? I'm sure it'll be busy
Fitness center. Leo wants to run in the morning.
Booked. Could be a good night.
Paper. Pen.
Right. Writing.
"I can tell journaling is helpful
because I'm resistant to doing it."
Text messages.
Leo thinks they were too mean to me.
I think I deserve it.
I love you.
Paper. Pen.
Hm. I should write some poetry.
Photos.
Wow look at how my face has changed, let's make a collage.
Oo what else.
Body pictures.
Pre-surgery picture.
Damm I've really sculpted up.
Reconsiders feeling gross physically.
Arguable.
Paper. Pen.
How easy it is to ignore you.
How easy it is to ignore myself
And not listen to my feelings.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
waking to the fresh of dawn my body aches another snore
feel the need for sleep i do ..wakey wakey teapot brew
damm the night that had me hooked.. tv ,beer and loads a grub
just five more is all i ask sleep a little ..alarming bash
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 12:32 AM UTC
I remember when you were a dime a dozen--available economy sized.
I remember when I could not touch the ceiling of my debts to you.
I remember when we were not of waning worth.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
You are beautiful,
You are breathtaking
You are quirky,
You are funny,
You are unique,
You are awkward.
You are weird
You are loveable.
You are you,
And you is pretty
Damm spectacular.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
I remember growing up in the city
I did not know where my next meal was coming from
Or if I would have boots or a winter jacket
But some things were consistent
My neighbors, shooting straight up in the street
My parents screaming about rat traps and paying last month's damm rent
And I come from nothing
And I ain't never gonna be good enough
And yo man my brothers and my sisters we don't got nobody but ourselves
But that's all we ******* need
Like, I walk in a joint but I don't smoke it
And y'all so inconsiderate and call it joking
You've never been where I've been
So you will never be where I'm at
And yeah it's hard to deal
But I ain't never finna go back
And it's fresh in my mind like air Jordan's till the day I die
Y'all watch me live my god damm life a way you will never understand why
Y'all gotta Mercedes you drive around there bendz
And all I have are my family and my ******* friends
But people will always be greater that possessions
Man things are **** compared to this life's lessons
And I wish to God I had someone to relate to
I look in the mirror and I say; this ain't me, this ain't you
But we from the streets we do what we do
Get in my way I still do what I gotta do
But it ain't my fault, I didn't chose the don't **** with me life, the don't **** with me life chose me
And now I make my choice, for the now and the tomorrow, I'll smile through all the pain and sorrow
Because you brought it all back to my mind like a whole *** fool
But ***** your a peasant so let the queen of the streets rule
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
Its starts with a weird look on your face
happy and sad grateful for a while
you are alive
then the cold hands touch you
Damm i almost forgot
she is there right next to me
as beautiful as she can be
getting ready to pout
you love her and almost hate her for it.
And so the craziness begins.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
Another age is weeping
Feirce the killing heart
No more time in grace
Let us tear the age apart
False scent of fear blinds us all
Wish I could wish Mann undone
Demons and angels rise to the call
For the souls bleeding out in the sun
When those sworn to god spew lgnorance
What hope is there for the lamb
History lays bear our indifference
Of those who use god in their damm
Righteous or evil the point is the view
Contradiction I say it is not
Cry for the children the least you can do
Some would say we deserve what you got
There lies the question
With no answer clear
Stain of Mann is consuming the sun
If death is the lesson
Dance in the fear
Dream evil when kingdom is come
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:42 AM UTC
Damm , sounds like home to me
T. S. Elliott's wasteland
Where puragatory worst residence live
Raise a toast to the Ghost of Christmas Past
for you haven't the pressence to make a future out of it .
Where happy hour never ends and friendship is sealed by the clink of glass
And all the women have traces of ***** on their lips as they ask hey buddy will you buy me a beer
Year after year until O'Hara's Pub and Grill becomes your Thanksgiving , Easter , Memorial Day , Christmas , and New Years Day
And they even paint a reserved parking space out back for you
But they were the only bar open for the blizzard when everyone took acid and danced barefoot in the snow
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Dear Amy
The sun is smiling at you
The beach calls you
Why are you hiding ?!
You're so beautiful, put on your bikini now and go show off your body.
Are not you shaved?
Your hair on the body is not sin, it was God who put it there.
Show the skin, show the veins show your face.
Dear Amy
Your face is so beautiful your skin and so lush, but remember what I told you?
You're more than that.
Your beauty will pass by one day your lush skin will have wrinkles.
But your mind and your brain will have knowledge forever.
Dear Amy
I like your legs I like your body, I like to see you in every way.
You do not need them to find you ****
Put that lingerie on you and show me those stretch marks.
Look in the mirror and say:
Damm! My stretch marks make me a mermaid.
My weight makes me happy and I was not made to follow standards.
Beauty standards weaken me
And I'm a woman
I'm not weak.
I was born strong and no one is going to take that away from me.
I was not born to please those who do not care about me.
I am confident and I make of my scars experiences.
You need to hear this truth.
You do not owe anyone your body.
You do not owe anyone your sanity.
And even if you change, you will never please everyone.
The only person who has to be pleased is me.
Today wash your face and leave the makeup, show the freckles, let the skin breathe.
But tomorrow if you want to put your lipstick red and slay.
Do not let them steal your freedom.
You are a butterfly.
Free yourself
And fly.
Dear Amy
Stop selling your brain girl.
Stop selling your sanity.
They do not deserve the prominence you give them.
Remember that you have fire inside.
Seek for yourself in the midst of your imperfections, date with your insecurities.
You need them to feel alive.
Do not give them the pleasure of controlling your brain.
You are selling your feelings to leeches.
Nobody is perfect.
Accept this .
They do not want to know what you feel.
They want to rob you of the right to speak.
Take the shine you have inside you
And let it flow.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
damm,
so i had a hard fall,
my friends had a ball.
said it was funny nd i was a dummmy...
my leg is all messed up so i am all dressed up ,.
open flesh?.
I'm still fresh
i may be limpin ,.
buhh I'm still pimpin c:
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
American arrogance
Notwithstanding
Our benevolence
Being unfurled
Ego and influence
Ever expanding
Now we' re policing
The whole ******* world
My father was bled in Korea
Cousins slaughtered in nam
Now the prize is Judea
Tell me why I should
Give a God damm
There is no stopping genocide
Human nature is covered in blood
Take this little fact
Mix in some pride
Leaves Africa swimming in mud
I don't care
What they do to each other
I have two sons
So I don't give a damm
Tell me why
You think I should bother
We will always be bleeding the lamb. Hy
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC
Worried about all those gays getting married
Playing football , everywhere on the TV
Yeah , and all those dammed dessert rats
Chopping off heads for all of us to see
Shooting those Muslim creeps
Everyone of them had it coming
Now , that's just the way it's going to be
And all those porch monkeys
Cut off all that gimme
They need to get a job
And quit dressing like they were slobs
Kick all those wet backs back to Mexico
There stealing all our jobs
They just come over to breed like rabbits
So they can stuff the liberal ballots
And Damm the chinks , ***** , and redman
There no better than all the Jews
Ther're thieves that steal us blind
We need to get rid of every X , Y , and U
Now that would ease my mind
And all that hogwash crap in the Constitution
That doesn't apply to me
This is the home of the White man
All red , blue , and white you see
That's the home of all that's me ,
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
HOW DOES GOD WORK? 08-18-10
How is it that two young teenage girls can get up early to go to school so they can attend an early morning prayer group in the lobby of their school, only to put themselves in the line of fire of a teenage lunatic who walks in and starts shooting?
Why, God? WHO ARE YOU, GOD? WHAT ARE YOU, GOD?
This is a true account of one of the first school massacres. In Kentucky, in 1997? A kid is so abused and disillusioned with his young life, he freaks out. He kills his mother. He tortures his dog to death.
In preparation for the final payback. An attack at the school with all guns blazing. Heath High School, fourteen year old gun man.
In an interview, he said, “My mother never loved me!”
Why does everyone thank God when they survive catastrophes? Why are they in the catastrophe? Are they thanking God, then? Hell no! They are pleading with Him. The pleading may lead to nothing and they fall out of the sky in an ill-fated airplane “accident”.
Yet, if they survive, they are praising God almighty. Why?
Why do we damm God when we hate life, and praise God when we survive it?
Why is life so ******* haphazard and unfair?
These are my questions:
If God is so powerful, why doesn’t He give us some answers? Why do I have to witness so much ****** mayhem, abuse, and pain? Why don’t I see more miraculous salvations from sure death?
It’s too late for me, but why doesn’t He help the innocents? The creatures we see on TV commercials, who are maimed, beaten, and dying in front of our eyes? Where is His sense of justice? Where is his sense of “Humanity”?
Why do I remain, with no reason to live? Why not take me, instead of that poor abused dancing bear? Or that beat to death donkey? Why?
Am I worth more than His other creatures, much more innocent and helpless than I?
Why?
Aug 17, 2010
Aug 17, 2010 at 11:04 PM UTC
My days with you are seeds
that bloom at night.
Our love is life in agreement.
I write to preserve what is
-in vain-
still the future's dear to me.
You must understand it is not only
death and lonelyness, that grow with days,
also love & life grow
the warmth of your hand
and friendship, each day.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 8:28 AM UTC
did i win? ,was i rich ?,damm them numbers ..nought came in
bet my soul ,didna save my skin ,still i lost win no win
so its dosh ,cash less me but im not poor with family
heard success is raising the bar ...bar of life or bar of strife
I have the best ,family life with health and child.. and ...what a wife
so when its measured in jobs and work ,forget that charge its love to shine .....
who will be there at your death ?,your boss who you worked for blood and sweat ??
your wife and kids and family grief ..they will cry and need relief
so when success is in your hand ...feed the love and understand
family first and all to follow,money aint success just sorrow
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:33 AM UTC
see your past?.
yeah your ex just flashed. x)
she is nasty, don't feal ******
see your future damm she's classy.
see her smile will walk you a mile, Live up,
Grow up,
I-
Might-
Just-
throw up.
she was lost thats not your'e cost :)
her love could not get bought.
I can't just watch you rot?!
you are loved you're in my thaughts.
You're screams..
there in my dreams....
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
I Love You
For that Imperfection
That Imperfection
That draws You to Me......
That Imperfection that doesn't let u see
the flaws in Me ..............
If life was so Perfect
as One would want it to Be
I'd never have You next to Me ...............
I Love You
For that Imperfection
In Your smile
In Your Mind
When gone Wild ..
In Your silly Man Child ways
Cuz with that bad good wouldn't stay...
Your so Damm good at being Bad...
I Must Insist .....
I Can't Resist ......
All Your Imperfect Ways
Seem so Perfect to Me....
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
Years went by and a single dream
Intoxicated me like none other.
Willow leaves whispered silent lullabies
And the sunlight's rays poured into my haze
I stared longingly at the possibility.............
Yet these lustful diaries
so forbidden,
so drunk with rich fantasies,
the smell of each thought
fumed with tempestuous spirits
dragged me under into the lonely abyss.
And the fantasized romance became torture
and freedom -
limitation and liberation all at once.
This dream was a playground.
A sanctuary, a church to let my spirit soar.
Glorious joy I could feel, but only for a second
Then, the truth sank in
like a sinking ship
The shackles of a single question still haunts me
-- what if?
And I wonder.
The pain is dull, haunting, yet hangs over me constantly
I am reminded that I remained in my dream world.
Unable to speak up,
From the wisdom of the pure heart
Unable to see the dream was always on this earthly plain
In plain sight.
In frustation, rage, and pain
Silent pain
I flip through my poetry account
-- God damm it. I have done this before
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
walking down the alley
midday walk with my dog
Hey he says
nice day isn't it
he's a chicago native obviously
it's forty degrees
and he's in shorts, a T shirt
and flipflops
yes I say
wearing my gilet and heavy coat
it's nice with the sun out,
summer soon he says
and it'll be
too damm hot again
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
Standing on the bridge
Looking down at the peaceful water
I wonder what it would feel like to free fall
The water filling my lungs
Infused in my hair
I raise my arms to the sides of me
I close my eyes
Down I fall
The water surrounds me
Enveloping me
Swirls through my fingers
Caresses me like a lover
But the water turns cold
Choking, coughing
Trying to swim to the surface
Clawing at the water
I need to breathe
I panic and freeze screaming for help
Just as i go over the damm
Peace cocoons me once again
I stop the fight and give in
Taking one last gulp of water
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 9:56 AM UTC
snakes eyes again
god damm twelve times in row
can't ever lucky me
get a seven eleven
I had all my rent money
riding on that
how 'bout
for what i lost
you give me a room
to play this silicone
blonde up a bit
before I give you the title
to my Benz
Or, I see you a hard *** MF
how 'bout we play
double for nothing?
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
This world is stained
In the sorrow of children
The lion devours the lamb
Even the righteous are choking in sin
And nobody gives a god damm
Betrayal's a keystone when something's to gain
Like despair bleeding tears on demand
Afflicting chaos and ruin like a summer rain
Just look what is done by our hand
I will tell what son's of Mann have achieved
Waging war on the backs of the meek
In their silent vigil the poor cry bereaved
While we tear out their other cheek
These are the details played out everyday
In a world going stark raving mad
For us to have a tomorrow,we must give this today
Yet we won't and its just freakin sad. Hy
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
The air felt thick as it rushed up from the forrest
in my mind i needed to breath yet my lungs gave in
this earth that we so trust and need was failing me
breath damm it breath
as i lay there stars appeared as the shallow began
pings of pain popping and piercing in that need for air
fight all out yet need all the more
this breath without me i'll be no more
breath damm it breath
the light stared to fail was this near the end
as breath without me was soon my best freind
no more pain just a calmness within
joy at the freedom my new world begin
my new world begin
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 4:26 AM UTC