"defind" poems
how is beauty defined, in the way we speak? Noo there is no way to speak true beauty. Beauty is defined by the way we think, so there is no way to speak it because beauty is also in the eye of the beholder. All of this is leading up to this story. So before you say that a person is ugly or stupid please THINK.
I was called ugly today by this girl, even though she was 16.
I think that she was just being mean but then she said you stupid *** don't belong here.
So inaskded her a question. How is beauty defind? She replied by what I see and hear.
I said ehhhh wrong, it is defined by what we think just because you think I'm ugly doesn't mean other people think the same way.
And also I can talk to you about this all day.
So she instised on me telling her what I thought about her.
So I said well my first thought was she was way out of my league, but now that she spatt out a bunch of **** that. I did not care for how someone looks in care about personality. And I also told her to think about what she says before dissing someone behind their back.
But moral of the story is please think before you say **** please because it only makes you like an ***
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
A few things in mind,
few important.
A few things planned,
few defind,
decided upon other few
In the meantime also discussed upon something that is important, which needs to be kept in mind.
What remained in mind after doing all this is the importance of time,
really finally it’s time that is important.
Time is important regardless of the fact that most of the time everything needs to be done on time
Experience is gained when efforts are made in the right direction, however, expertise follows later on again explaining the fact that time is important.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
Maybe he was staring at my back,
I didn't wish to know for sure,
I couldn't wait to get in the car and go.
The heat the same.
The streets empty
Like my heart,
Calmer this way.
(Silence)
A festival,
Men and kids in long shirts,
Black and white,
Their smiles defind the excitement
I fail to feel these days.
Children ran in the cafe
And at the gate.
(Rough edges)
On our way,
A scene in the passing only,
So forgive me I can' t say
What happens in the end,
But then again would it matter,
I failed,
And now, so will you.
(Questions.)
A cluster of motorised Rickshaws,
A white sedan with one man
Inside.
A small crowd,
Nothing unusual.
-An observation of a grown mind.
One relatively huge man,
Huge of muscles,
Probably in his late twenties
Or early thirties,
Stood holding the door,
The man in the white car
With his hand on the wheel,
Their faces a scrunched up paper,
A raging frown,
Up too close I would have ran,
From far,
I could almost feel both of their
Heartbeats.
I could read the story of the man in white
Matching his car,
I was worried
How could he possibly describe
His ***** face, blue eyes
To his daughter too grown
To be fooled with a lie
Of fighting dragons.
Or to his son, whose mirror
Would now own a scar.
How do we a grow up,
With all the mess of knowing
A little too much?
His left hand holding his phone,
The muscled man was pulling him out now.
(Was there red?)
( I am sorry).
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
If you could only feel my love or see how much I cry
Take a look deep in my eyes and you'll know just why
The key to all the answers are locked inside my eyes
The love I have for you should be no big surprise
I would do anything to have you by my side
The love that I have for you I never want to hide
This desire to love you has seized my weary mind
Just how much I care for you can not be defind
I am lost with out you and wander aimlessly
Do anything to be with you and do it shamelessly
Your my reason my hope my every little thing
And when I hear your name my heart begins to sing
Will to swallow my pride for you
I would even live and die for you
It's difficult to explain just how I feel
To live my life with you I know to be unreal
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
You with your Rosmarin laugh
and Sunflower eyes
with your Dandalin smile
and angellike mind
The garden within you
it blooms with your growth
It smells like the wets
of a fresh summer rain
Where the Clouds they pass by
Soft winds in your hair
You outshine it all, the sun in your soul
Prettiest boy,
reincarnated sun
You shine to bright
To keep eyes on you for long
You burned in my mind
I see you asleep
My indsides defind
everytime you breath
You're warm to each touch
Your mind is beyond
The reach of my love
Your garden it blooms
It grows with each tear
A lover has lost
On your lonely love
Prettiest boy
No sundown compares
No sunrise alights
When you're by my side
My beeing it arches
To get youre attention
But ever song listend to often
Gets gladly forgotten
So when youre leaves start falling
When your clouds get gray
When your wind is harsh
Remember me every day
The music once was alive
But there'll be new songs in your live
February it's still not time
For new flowers to bloom
For tulpits and roses
For lilies and iris
For me to forget you
You made my trees so alive
Your made my garden green
And my apples red
My oranges soft
And my insids burn
'Caus fruit and flowers are gardens the same
But one cannot go on
In the cold winters embrace
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 9:13 AM UTC