"dicaprio" poems
My heart goes numb
And my stomach turns sour
When it becomes apparent
That best male actor
Has been won by a man
With an alliterative name
And I still have
The same number of
Oscars
As Leonardo DiCaprio
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
And just like that, the two most impossible things happened.
1. We were over
2. Leonardo DiCaprio won an Oscar
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
Rock this boat with your weight,
sink us to the ocean ground,
the emotional baggage was too much,
we took on one to many pounds.
So as we sink down let us remember,
how we were so light once,
flying through the sky,
now I am your dunce,
and we say goodbye.
But while you continue to sink I must let go,
like that cheesy moment with Leo DiCaprio.
Because this isn't the titanic,
we were not as beautifully indestructible,
so no need to panic,
this should have been predictable.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
I wish I could party with Leonardo DiCaprio
We'd be crazier than "The Wolf of Wall Street"
Johnny Depp would be there, too, riding in the backseat
He would come up and sit with Leo and I, at the party on the couch
And say "Arnie stop it, you're doing too much coke. AHA, just kidding now scoot over and let me have a blow."
After we'd wipe our noses, up we go
To dance, dance, dance and drink drinks that glow
Hours on end we would spend our money brutally
Because our money basically speaks english fluently
Yeah, Leonardo DiCaprio would be a badass friend
Johnny Depp too, we'd have too much fun in the end
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
I couldn't figure why she left
so I killed her
killed the memories cut feelings-- severed;
Dismembered in these compositions, decomposition
skeleton's wish the fishes
she was swimming I could her listen,
how her waves are getting colder
silent as the ink turns to water.
drown in my notebook
choke like my love did,
no trace missing person drown in my hatred
drown you are baptized, opposite, soulless,
drown you just capsized, titanic,
roses
decapitate her DiCaprio
even playing all the roles I only get one Oscar?
you left me all alone babe,
so I safely took the safety off
like you,
safely made my core soft sole cause of secrets sore cause I keep them
no
I won't die with you Juliet,
slaughtered by a ball point to you I will be Shakespeare
and lately,
it mattered how I showered you with care
maybe
but it mattered how I showered you I swear
you left me you tempt me this weapon my intent
my motive, now I indent-- rarely but clearly this death will be punctual
Capital
punishment to you in my college ruled,
my hands electric
black attire
funeral-- my ivory dinner jacket,
remember you said it's a crime to fall in love
and I plead guilt to your probable cause
now the pigs wouldn't find her
not in mud,
not in dirt,
I'm on drugs,
not on earth,
still in love,
she,
vanished
the reality set in, even though you left I'd marry the poem that I killed you in--
I'd marry the words you left me with.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
The Basketball Diaries
I’m losing my faith in humanity,
and I’m just as much a part of the problem,
here I’ll explain an example,
it involves The Basketball Diaries,
went to a rooftop cinema in Budapest,
there I met two beautiful girls,
they brought me up to the VIP,
fed me drinks and helped me feel again,
it was a bit surreal,
on that rooftop,
watching Leo on the big screen,
it’s always surreal seeing someone on screen that I’ve actually met,
Leo’s a cool guy,
trying to save the world even though it all seems hopeless,
anyways there I was watching Leonardo DiCaprio,
play the starring role of a strung out poet,
the parallels are there,
but my addiction is not ******
yes I’m strung out,
but my drug of choice is women friends,
so when the two girls in the VIP,
got closer and closer to me,
I feel deeper and deeper in love,
because I love unconditionally without apologies,
we went back to my place,
I put some videos on my projector screen,
I almost had *** with one of them,
the one I though would be my girlfriend,
her friend interrupted,
girl interrupted,
boy interrupted,
she said she wanted a guy to have *** with too,
so we went back out,
albeit reluctantly,
to a cliche club with a bunch of tourist,
so my girl’s friend could get some exotic ****
it was then I realized,
as the two danced together,
trying to lure in a man,
just to get him inside of them,
that humanity is truly lost,
and apart of me died,
right there on that dance floor,
I felt the club,
see,
I don’t want to find a girl to just fck at night,
I don’t want a dawn goodbye,
I want mimosas with my lover at brunch the next day,
I guess I’m too much of a romantic,
that’s what I get for being a poet,
feeling strung out like Leo,
just searching for another fix,
just chasing that first high,
that first real love,
but all I find out here these days,
is ******* and hoes that are counterfeit,
fck it,
I’m so done,
maybe I should become a monk,
my life is too blessed,
to mess with these girls that couldn’t care less,
I miss,
humanity,
and I watch it sparkle and fade,
as I add another piece of me to this charade,
a piece of me died on that dance floor,
and I probably deserved the pain that brought,
and call me naive or whatever,
but I still feel that not all hope is lost,
see,
I’m losing my faith in humanity,
and I’m just as much a part of the problem,
here I’ll explain an example,
it involves The Basketball Diaries…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
I once met a boy on the school bus I used to ride
I find it ironic that I was walking down the aisle
When I saw him
---
He had a girlfriend and charisma
I had a heart and innocence
In one weekend he took both of them
---
That Saturday I snuck out to see him
Alcohol had him intoxicated
Infatuation had me
---
A single cloud hung in the sky
An entire galaxy composed of water droplets
He pointed at it *"If I wasn't so wasted,
I'd swear that's the Milky Way"*
"We're standing on the Milky Way"
---
"I want to kiss you right now"
"You don't even know me"
"What don't I know"
Everything "Name a hobby of mine"
"Writing"
Lucky guess
"My favorite actor"
"Ashton Kutcher"
I shook my head
"Leonardo Dicaprio" then "Patrick Dempsey" then "Ryan Gosling"
"He was"
"Past tense - Who is"
"You are"
"What role have I played"
"A role in my life"
He laughed then insisted that he wasn't playing anything
He promised me that he wasn't acting
---
"You won't even remember this in the morning"
"If I do"
"If you do, tell me-"
"Last night we were standing on the Milky Way"
"Yeah tell me that"
---
"Last night we were standing on the Milky Way"
He laughed when I tilted my head
"You remembered"
"Everything"
I folded those words and put them in my pocket
He folded my heart and placed it in his
---
But his promises were
Shorter than my nails.
(When I bit them)
And that evening, his mother found
My heart in their washing machine
A victim to the rinse cycle
---
He deserves an Oscar.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
Everyone was getting drunker by the minute,
with the models beginning to fall all over themselves.
I spotted Leo DiCaprio,
ask him about his island in Belize.
“What are you going to do with your island man?”
“I don’t know bro.”,
Leo replied,
“Well you should let me run it.”,
I suggested,
Leo laughed with eyes as red as wild fire,
he tilted his head back,
his temple changing color,
from the combination of the club lights and the mushrooms I was on,
to my surprise he accepted my suggestion,
“Okay you can run it,
but what do you want to do with it?”...
from
The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16
∆
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Hello, old friend,
whose semi-permanent smile
laces my vision like toxic ranks of pearly whites.
Hello, old friend,
whose sparkling eyes blaze
like the funeral pyre of my pride and prejudice.
Hello, old friend,
whose apparent ineptitude melts like happiness
as your name burns in black on that page.
You signed my yearbook like a death certificate,
wrote an affectionate note in the shape of nothing
worth knowing.
The lines bleed, multiply, crackle and shine
in the dull light of this most tiring expanse of computers.
Their brains function better than mine.
Hello, old friend,
whose pen now swirls across the work you were assigned,
work you pursue less like a lion
and more like a cougar,
if you get my message.
(There’s no taking the jungle out of you, Amazon.)
Hello, old friend.
Keep snapping pictures with your iPhone,
like it’s New Years and you just kissed DiCaprio in Times Square,
wearing a dress with all the greens of envy
splattered across the fabric.
Hello, old friend.
Keep telling me you hate it when I act like this,
when your eyes turn to four points and your skin to letters
from colleges begging like a forgotten lover
for you to take them and make them home.
The home you’re leaving for next month.
Hello, old friend.
Today is now solemn in so many new ways.
You achieved higher than the skyscrapers in the photograph
next to your eight-line submission.
Hello, old friend.
No.
Revision time.
Revision like the backspace key and the scribbled lines
over inadequate things I wrote
to try and climb your Olympian pedestal.
Revision like the eraser on the pen,
revision like the keys thumping as though this machine
had a heart,
as though mine wasn’t broken
because I’m never good enough for anybody.
I write my best poetry when I’m angry.
Ironic that poetry made me angry.
I can taste the paradox spinning like the clock hands
that tick, tick, tick until the day when you sit in a car
on top of a thousand suitcases
and a few well-wishes from your confederates in college.
I can taste it like a toxin.
And now,
now you’re going
and there’s only time to say:
good-bye, old friend.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
oh boy, where do i start?
the subtext to every movement in the game of life:
"you were in my dream last night" and "deja vu"
as hard as i try to forget you appear in my dreams and
i wonder if i dreamt you up to begin with
and then i wonder if someone dreamt me up to begin with
and someone dreamt them up to begin with
no one mention that ********* leonardo dicaprio movie
what about when a dream turns into a nightmare?
dreams so realistic, you wake up feeling as if you haven't slept at all
dreams that you've dreamt before
i dream while i'm awake
supposedly when you dream of someone, they miss you
do you miss me like my dreams swear you do?
am i dreaming right now?
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
Hello Angel
Let me tell you somethin'
You're my love
You're my life
You're my everything!
Can I express my love
with a kiss like Robert Pattinson
Goin' wild and get into
your attention
Can I propose you
with a drink like DiCaprio
Runnin' fast after you
like a Romio
Can I show it in a romantic
way like Rahman
Singin' out loud sayin'
Im gone
Can I express it in song
like Chris Brown
Searchin' for you in this
Hyderabad town
Girl, you're my choco bar
be with me;
I love you like justin bieber!
----de3pak
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Here’s to scrumptious nights.
cats and boots and cats and boots
We went clubbing last night, to recalibrate
ourselves on the dance floor, where magic happens.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
To focus on sensory experiences, the beat,
and share in the fun and tangible sense of freedom.
cats and boots and cats and boots
Feel the wave, show your energy, be the wave
cats and boots and cats and boots
be disheveled, swing your hair like a weapon
abandon, silly, self-protecting vanities
cats and boots and cats and boots
flashing lights on dancing figures
make it all seem slo-mo and extreme.
cats and boots and cats and boots
It’s been too long since we’ve done it like this.
Work-worn, I’d lost my lucidity and stumbled badly on a quiz.
Lisa pushed my books onto the floor, declaring, “Get UP, we’re grabbing some bliss.”
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
failure has a reality, a gravity and pull all the more shocking in relief.
I’d started out the evening gloomy and ashamed - a figure of regret -
but I’m better now, buoyed and recharged and soon I’ll have a plan - hopefully.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots
There was a guy there, on the dance floor, who looked like a young Leonardo DiCaprio.
We made eye contact, nodding and smiling at each other in motion.
We gyrated, together, sort of, for a second, in our separate orbits - no conversation
I just watched him for a moment or two, sexualizing him like eye candy.
Just seeing him was sensual fun and I wondered what he smelled like.
He had a gritty, sweaty, idealized beauty, like a dancing ‘David’
that no Michelangelo could ever capture in stiff granite sculpture.
The music ended - momentarily - we knew it would start up again
and we were there for it - til 1 or 2 am anyway - then it recranked.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and..
Lisa grabbed my hand, jerking me onto the dance floor almost
before I could set down my drink. Eeek! “Slow Down!” I yelled,
but my complaint was lost in the din and my involuntary laugh.
cats and boots and cats and boots and cats and boots and..
.
.
Songs for this:
Dance To This (feat. Ariana Grande) by Troye Sivan
Good Time Girl (feat. Charlie Barker) by Sofi Tukker
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 8:14 AM UTC
It's like
you're an Oscar
and I'm
Leonardo Dicaprio.
No matter how good people think I am,
I'll never be good enough to have you.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
In the last night I lie awake
I won't question my life’s wake
I'll leave my heart's garden a few less weeds to rake.
I'll try to plant a few flowers,
Replace ones that died in my dark hours,
Sprinkle some seed and grow a few trees
Amidst the fresh wet grass dancing in early April’s breeze.
I hope the scene is serene providing shade from the sun
For my son.
I told that man he could have the world
He may not be in this world but I feel like he’ll be my world
Lately in my world I’ve been a bit otherworldly
On the moon pondering, are these thoughts just coming too early?
What if I have so many years still in me to live,
Filled with so much good will still left in me to give?
My prodigal son could come to fruition
Or a daughter, too smart, scholarships to axe the tuition
Someone a vivid image of all I wanted to be
A recurring dream of what my younger self said I would be.
It feels like I blacked out for several years without shame
I parted ways with so many people I couldn’t list names
And raised by certain people that I’d place claims
Of abandonment treating my childhood like a game
Or a waged war between battling armies
I swear to god my offspring would never feel this raceless apartheid
That it felt like sometimes, nothing seemed to be worse
Than growing up stuck wondering if your gifts are a curse.
I wish someday I either guide myself or my child
Into the warm light brought upon by hope and a smile
Cast upon them by my potential and graceful reconcile...
I’m one with my actions; past, present and future
Knowing regret is simply just a useless venture
So all I can do is be good for now and teach to be better later
While I try to shun the demons of my past that cater
What I insisted I would be—its never in doubt.
Either make a difference myself or bestow it on someone else
So they could end my journey if I fail,
Conduct my train of thoughts, turn them to actions that I derailed.
I’m stuck in accepted limbo unsure of what I can accomplish
Leo DiCaprio incepted spinning a thimble in anguish
To see if someday I’ll dive through a clouded finish line
Million feet up with my thoughts of how it worked out in due time
If I see or create the beautiful soul that I wanted to be
If I’ve given all I can to someone else to be a better me
There’s nothing left for me to give, nothing more you can take
In the last night I lie awake.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
Leonardo Di
Caprio, Leonardo
DiCaprio, yeah
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Sometimes the sky knocks on your window
and you have to admire her persistence
in the face of all this deafness.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 8:07 PM UTC
Leonardo Dicaprio has won an Oscar
The midnight stars shine bright.
Maybe everything will actually be alright,
...
I can finally be ok after half a decade.
Has been long time coming.
But I can feel everything changing
For the better.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
I seen them come and watched them go
and I know
not one of those spoke of Michelangelo,
it was all about the latest date,
the tricks of men and fate
the risky business, foreplay for the
afternoon,
Spotify,
don't come too soon, but never
Michelangelo.
When and what brings me to
this junction of people,
this queue of
lonely,
this hunger monger looks into space and
he looks at himself and his face doesn't fit,
mirror
mirror
on the wall
**** you,
****
but that's childish and so I edit childishly with lipstick from My Auntie V, which was short for Vivian and Viv died back in '74, not sure why I kept her lipstick but I also kept lots more.
(sore points make for scabby wounds)
And if I cough again I'll wet myself,
jeez,
you'd think the body could hold itself intact.
I only lack the know how and I know that now
and I know that no one talks of
Michelangelo,
just Bieber and Dicaprio,
time to go?
I guess it is and somewhat so
touching on
Michelangelo
because no one else does.
Mar 10, 2016
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Virginia es un sueño en nuestras mentes
cada vez que oscurece
atardece
y los viejos coches recorren las calles
en las calurosas noches
Camisas
que proyectan pequeños ángeles
DiCaprio es un sueño en nuestras mentes
cada vez que nos colocamos
atardece
y los viejos coches con matriculas “5HE BAD”
Camisas
anchas y antiguas
Pistolas, cruces y agua bendita
Cocaína
Cocaína
y mucha más cocaína
1996 es un sueño en nuestras mentes
cada vez que enciendo la tele,
este cigarrillo
y los jóvenes amores recorren las calles
prendiéndolas con el fuego de la Virgen
Pistolas, ángeles y estatuas
Arquitectura románica romántica
La playa es un sueño en nuestras mentes
cada vez que cojo
esta pistola
Sword 9mm Series S
Peces neón, soy un ángel
lo soy
lo soy, cariño
y he caído del cielo
Pastillas que alteren nuestras mentes
matricula CAP 005
Montague
Vivimos como en una película
te veo a través del acuario y soy una sirena
lo soy
lo soy, cariño
y me ahogo en tu boca.
Mosaico
amor divino
las fiestas locas
y las antiguas bellezas
y tu sobre mi cama
Graffitis
barrios bajos
esperas en mi ventana
y tu eres mi estrella Valentino
mi reina de Virginia
Helicópteros y palmeras
Tiremonos a la piscina
sumérgete y bucea bajo mi cuerpo
estemos mojados
última noche de este largo invierno
y tus besos en la mejilla ya no me interesan.
Dejo caer el cigarrillo de mi boca
y el suelo prende con la gasolina
estoy herido entre tantas luces de neón,
cruces de neón
Grito en la playa
con todas estás camisas anchas hawaianas
Quítate el velo y prométeme tu amor
tu prohibido amor
En la feria
junto a todas estas luces de neón,
peces de neón
Me apuntan con un arma
te pongo el anillo
y mueres en mis brazos
Entre las sábanas
encuentro tu amor
apareces y desapareces
serpiente de Virginia.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC