"diferent" poems
We are all diferent people with different though
But in point of our lifes
We all suffer through staff that makes us strong, make us equals
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
I am not the name upon the building
There is no shingle hung for me
But, if we walk into the forest
You'll see where it's carved upon a tree
I move in diferent circles
though I like who I've become
While my friends were busy studying
I was absorbing, having fun
I'm wrapped up in a blanket of academic non achieving
Too much time has passed me by to sit here now and grieving
I wear a cloak of non success that is a little worn
And just like me, it's tattered some and in places slightly torn
It doesn't matter one **** bit, I'm where I want to be
Making ripples in the water, that make their way out to the sea
I life life at a different speed
and Time it is my friend
Because just like those who studied hard
We're all dieing in the end
They won't outlive their building
Their name not there to see
But, deep down in the forest
My name's still on that tree
I'm wrapped up in a blanket of academic non achieving
Too much time has passed me by to sit here now and grieving
I wear a cloak of non success that is a little worn
And just like me, it's tattered some and in places slightly torn
They won't outlive their building
Their name not there to see
But, deep down in the forest
My name's still on that tree
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
These lovely walls so brigth and peacefull like winter snow oh what magnificent features. So soft as a pillow in my white suit I giggle. Morning and night I spend my time thinking within these walls of the time of when I was outside. Such beauty , such glory on everyones eyes. A tip toe here and a tip toe there giving them a smile from ear to ear and it doesn't end there. I share them my love they give me there blood what is that you say that this is not love? on the contrary my friend just look and see , in this generation what is there to be? If people **** each other for ignorant sympathys , Lustful envyies and ungratefull indecencies . why cant i be me? its not a sickness its another way to see how tragedy can be embraced by insanity and how wonderfull a diferent point of view can make a man be judge by lack of humanity. Im not crazy.....i just see the world in diferent points of view....what about you?
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
i opened your file
and what i saw
was diferent than what i expected;
i saw that you were
sad, pained,
angry, confused;
i turned the page.
you were suffering,
afraid, and alone;
i looked at your photo,
it was diferent than the you i knew,
you looked terified and sad;
i printed a new sheet of paper.
it said that i would be your friend.
that i would be your friend no matter what;
i fastened the new page in the folder
cautiosly, caringly,
with a paperclip.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC
Place the moniters on the right surface.
Everything dances to a diferent frequency, hert
Scanning a pond of rocks
Recognizing
Each fingerprint, pit, dimple
I rerealize now the specificity of everything
And amplify anything
listening in on the correct…. His/her voice can be heard
A medium is its own sea.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Music is amazing art,
It shows how great people can be.
Music can break all boundaries,
And even for a moment make us completely free.
Music brings people together,
Excited crowd at music events,
And nothing else matters,
Only musicians and their instruments
Good artists are loved and respected,
In every part of the world and in every nation.
People enjoy, dance and find themselves,
In the songs created in moments of great inspiration.
People listen diferent kinds of music,
With diferent instruments and singer's voices.
Every music has its good sides,
I think that there aren't the bad choices.
Classical music for serious people.
Rock for people who like the sounds of the guitars.
House for those who like to party.
"Dark" people have their heavy metal stars.
Creativity is a blessing from God,
Inspiration is its biggest trigger.
Practice makes us perfect,
With experience we become bigger and bigger.
Life of artists is exciting and vibrant,
But it can be double-edged sword.
That pressure can be some kind of curse,
Or God's greatest reword.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
i was sailing in a sea of dreams while i was in my sleep
across a great big ocean so very blue and deep
i sailed in to a fantasy with lots off diferent things
lots of colored fish and some of them had wings
there were diamond rocks that sparkled down below
with with lots of tiny starfish giving of a glow
there were colored shells laying all around
lying like a blanket neatly on the ground
it was really lovely and as lovely as can be
in my sea of dreams so very wild and free
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 7:02 AM UTC
Sister dear
You have that smile,
forever understanding
Sister hands and feet to reach you to snap you (just a bit)
to hold you tight
I’ve been waiting for you
In the track of our journeys we said goodbye , oh sis , so many times
We sang and we laugh
we ran in the rain in the summer days
and so
even if we go
To far diferent goals I know we are together
its forever inside our souls
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 7:50 PM UTC
WALK THROUGH
Awake at 4 AM in a dark and silent house
There are ghosts and wraiths afoot in other rooms
And chimera dance across the walls.
Time has worn it’s foot steps into paths that lead the way
From one space where the sun shines morning rainbows
Through leaded beveled diamond glass
To rooms with shadows in the silent corners of regret
That fail to yield to hopes and promises of light.
Walls newly shorn of photographs and art
Stand in mute recrimination of the crime
That robbed them of the proof that people prospered here.
People blessed with messy lives that ricochetted like
Pinballs through the good times and disasters.
People who never learned to cheat but studied how to care,
Who gave a measure and a half for a quarter measure’s pay.
People who walked the narrow road until it ended in abyss
And now they have to find a way to to finish out life there.
The smell of tears still lingers in the lattice covered
Meditation bower in a corner of the garden
The little fountain proves unable to provide the only falling water
And the tiny pet grave markers remain resting there in peace
A bulky box with double doors commands most of the driveway
And things too valuable to leave are prisoners inside.
Clutter is trapped in cartons sealed with packing tape
Or hidden in the cupboards no one dares to open.
Untidyness moans softy in the newly emptied spaces
And the dust no longer has a place to land.
The winnowing is almost done and things will find new homes
In a sad bazaar of letting go the past
And turning to the East to meet the rising sun
Where somehow in a diferent place they all will learn to dance.
ljm
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
You all come from many different countries,
from many different walks of of life.
You read here in my daytime,
I read here in your night,
There are so many diverse subjects,
so many diferent styles.
But no matter how or what we write,
our words cross a million miles.
Words can bring us close together,
words can express how we feel.
They can tell of deep emotions,
or feelings of good will.
Complex works of litery skill,
or simple words like mine.
Sent to all corners of the world,
crossing space and time.
No matter how or what we write,
there is a common bond.
Our words bring us close together,
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
the life is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with trees and animals and beutyful things everywere
flowers and butterfly flying in the sky
lions and tigers playng with cats
elephants and mouses living together in the same house
humans and dogs with the same toys
with not a single fight about who got it first.
the death is a world
compleatly diferent from ours
with black sky with no clouds
the humans and animals and plant are disaper from the ground
the floor with a gray aspect and gloomy ground
the silent in ths air with any noise
trying to be and have more choise
and trying tho save a pice of green ground.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Love and hate do they not succle from the same breast ?
are thier ospring not uequivically the same ?
both encircle each other like a dog chasing its tail,
both attract the same emotion,
they are only felt through diferent harmonies.
a soul is a soul,
both weigh the same and measure the same in volume,
it is only their colour that difrenciates one from the other.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
The black started to fade to blue,
And soon became a deep purple,
with little sparks of diferent colors.
Not in one specific area,
But all around scattered,
Like a variety of people on this earth.
Imagine those tinged sparks,
Coming together and making a color of their own.
It wouldn't just be a color it would be,
Light.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 12:15 AM UTC
i was sailing in a sea of dreams while i was in my sleep
across a great big ocean so very blue and deep
i sailed in to a fantasy with lots off diferent things
lots of colored fish and some of them had wings
there were diamond rocks that sparkled down below
with with lots of tiny starfish giving of a glow
there were colored shells laying all around
lying like a blanket neatly on the ground
it was really lovely and as lovely as can be
in my sea of dreams so very wild and free
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 6:21 AM UTC
Every school is a top tent circus
everyone competing for a little fame
and at which I'm a freak
me and my friends were freaks
Were maniax
but everyone who is truly insane
has felt the true meaning of pain
we all have something that turned us into a monster
Sally she was *****
she was convinced it was a good thing
and she was used
to this day she still collects dolls
And she became a monster
and the man who used her never to be seen
Toby was made fun of and abused
he had these ticcs the mental disease
and kids at school always made fun of him
and his parents werent so nice to him either
he became a monster
And now everyone wished that they didn't mess with
Ticci toby
Jack was forgotten
he always wanted to make people laugh
and make them happy
but people were just mean to him
and he tried
but soon no one loved him
and everyone forgot about him
he became invisible
he became a monster
And everyone who made him forgotten
were only remembered as dead
jane was decieved
and alone
she was loved by a lot of people
but she lost everything
her parents
Her family
Her friends
And now she's our friend
And she's a monster
And everyone who took everything from her
Is long gone
hoodie was always stressed
people surrounded him
called him names
and made him sad
he always wore a hoodie
And now he goes by that name
He's no longer stressed
and now he's our friend
And a monster
And those who made him stressed
were no less alive then when hoodie was stressed
And those are my friends
I have more friends
each one just as diferent as the examples
I have given
What?
what's different about me?
Ooh well that's a fun story
Me?
I used to be a good kid
very nice I had friends
then everyone turned on me
Everyone bullied me
Everyone made fun of me
called me names
And so everyone made me a monster
And all these freaks are my friends
Were all freaks I this circus
And when the world gets a load of us
They'll look back and think
"Wow"
See all the freaks
Monsters
Crazy s
Maniacs
Were all like this
because others made us this way
They inflicted there
Pain
so we built up our walls
and our horns
Our claws
Our personality
And we became a monster
That others fear
Because they made us feel pain
And were all monsters
That are in pain
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
Hearts are like diamonds
They shine brightly
bringing light to the dark
thats what her light did for me
and our diamonds shined together
that was then
she stole to meloncoly heart
and its more then i can bere
and thats why hearts are like diamonds
there all diferent shapes
diferent colors
but all fragile
and they all tell me to be happy
at which i am
but after a heart is shattered
its just like a diamond
in everyway
non perfect
so she continues to think it wasnt that bad
that i didnt love her that much
that i still love her
but she was my whole world
SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
pools
echoes of liquid
the dark escapes me
i drown in time
water of a diferent cord
fluid of a differrent hue
and the dark release
tremble at the face of me
tremble now me
liquid mirror
faceless he
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 2:56 AM UTC
I have a diferent personality
and no one gets that
they all just think im weird
and odd
i even bet that you do to
because no one likes me
what i writte
what i say
what i do
doesnt harm anybody
but it seems that no one like what i do
no one likes my poems
no one likes me
for me
she did
unless that was a lie to
and they all thik im anoying
but i dont care
im crazy so what
but no one likes that aparently
someone who is diferent
i have a diferent personality
a different mind
but they all dislike me
those who are reading this
if you knew me
i bet you wouldn't
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC