"discribe" poems
Hmm how to discribe
You
As I see you
Two faced.
You smile
And talk buddy buddy
To me
But behind me
You throw me in the dirt
It is people like you
That really get me angry
Why be one way to my face
And behind me another
Take a good look
And see the damage
Your forked toungue has done
For now
I dont want to
Even be your friend
For when I found you
Two faced
I realized
Friendship wasnt worth saving
So be two faced
And the world will see
How you really are
And who you are
Two faced.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 6:05 AM UTC
When I was...
When I was...
When I was 18!
Back at it again, mind doing loops, going through a bend, wading through a field of blood but all I needs a friend, feeling like I'm starting to decend, down a path I'm never coming out of, feeling things are a lil bit intense, and I'm next, but ain't no nobody do it like I do, and in the end, I'll be the one everyone, everything, and nothing will never ******* comprehend, it's this I'm chasing, they might hate it, Ill act like ya'll get it and the game isn't ready, but I am
Living like I'm 18
Take my days with my dreams
Things are different, it's never as it seems
Feeling trapped as a machine
Living like I'm 18
It's hard to choose between
Now I'm starting a new expansion, flushing out everything I use as a distraction, feeling like things are becoming too much; I need to take action, need to go ahead with this, this kinda life I need to abandon, if I go to far now we got a real problem, it's no mistake homie, use your glasses, nevermind my status, this is my ride and I'm captain, I know it's hard to imagine, showing my compassion, no matches to action, I'm no fake for real passion and now it's feels like I'm crashing...
Living like I'm 18
Take my days with my dreams
Things are different, it's never as it seems
Feeling trapped as a machine
Living like I'm 18
It's hard to choose between
I'm full of surprises, how would you discribe this, never too late to realise, how far I'd go to unto demise, yeah now I've got a place to divise, no respect for these lines, ya'll have no idea what I'm going through but ya'll ready to criticise, suppose I should release something more often, and now it's me you've forgotten, walking round looking like a big shot, how long until it's ya'll I haven't got, like to act like a hot shot with a free thought, struggling away last couple of months, sorting out my life and I wonder if I still got it, showing a bit of spark like a megawatt, electricity's not my game but whose to say I'm not shocking, all the little ******* taking their shots, saying I got a case of writers block, so we gonna cut the small talk, they think I've got the writers block, acting like I've hit a road block, that's how you feel well then go ahead and **** my...
...I know it's a joke, a bad one at that, but it's who I am, and it's why I'm born to rap, been wanting to do this since primary, and to all the offended ***** you don't like my music just fire me, oh wait you can't cause ya'll ************* can't touch me, I'mma follow my path to be who I wanna be... this path I thought would stay uncharted, it's just this, this is my beginning, hate this, but I am just getting started.....
Living like I'm 18
Take my days with my dreams
Things are different, it's never as it seems
Feeling trapped as a machine
Living like I'm 18
It's hard to choose between...
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
Its like
sunset
leaving shadow
of the day,
like everyone
returning home,
tired.
simply
when it cries,
it doesnt show
its hurt,
it doesn't scream,
with its
sound of silence,
it dont want to get someones
attention
it wants to be alone,
I listen to a rhythm of its beat,
it show how I feel,
it started to
let my hand write,
anything
that discribe, how it does,
and how it is,
I cry
it never let sleep
i want to freeze it,
shut it down
but it can't,
its still beating
unfreezing
no one can see it,
not if it let me do.
aching,
still making sounds,
nobody can hear
right here, right now.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
I "ENTER" your life...
"SAVE" you in my heart...
"SCAN & FORMAT" your problems...
"COPY & PASTE" your kindness...
...and...
Never "DELETE" you from my memories...
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
Catagorized by the invisable
who are they?
whether they rush or saunter past the living
whether they rest to observe the emptyness of the dead
its theirs to remember
its theirs to forget
who are they?
is their a man in charge of them?
if so... a speck
not really an exsistence
for whom no one should fear... but chuckle
dare to discribe their panoramics of nothingness
for exsistence is microscopic in its vastness
so... who are they?
the invisable
the observers
the remembered
the forgotten...
search within
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 1:47 PM UTC
I met her today.
Slow breathing, sweaty palms.
I feel so wet like it was rainy,
No it wasn't.
Am I scared?
Oh no but don't want to make a fool of myself.
That dark made it easier!.
Try to calm yourself...
she smelled like a bush of red roses,
her smile was like a star dashing through the sky.
She is soft like silk.
She had me thinking my whole future in a blink.
I want to spend my life with this beauty,
Her face, I still scramble for the right words to discribe her.
She is a goddest.
My eyes have behold a pinnacle of beauty.
Selecting my words
I hope I said nothing wrong
I HOPE I IMPRESSED HER
because I may look calm outside
But I was shaking in my mind
May 23, 2023
May 23, 2023 at 7:20 PM UTC
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
She shy She always shy.
LOVE to be alone. She do not want to talk,
There is something strange about her,.
I wish i could fetch it out. Everything hidden in her,
All her joy and worries. Am not so sure but this is what i feel.
Is she avoiding troubles or mistrust?.
I never think she is afraid to have a friend,
No cos she wish i am her friend.
A friend she could talk to and smile to.
Do not ask me, how I know.
She looks amazing and happy when talking to me.
I never see her smile only when she is talking to me,
though she never looked at my face
twice nor spent a minute with me.
I do not know what she shy of,of me.
She looked at me with love, She talk
to me with affection and a warmly smile.
This keeps me little bit away cos am
sometimes afraid.She is guys favorite
but her shyness serves her a great respect unto them.
It rather keeps them away from getting closer to her.
This, she do not know of. She always want to be the last to come
and the last to go. Is hard to imagine what is hidden in her.
And her present brings light around.
I describe this attitude as BEAUTY.
.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Thoughts revolve in my head
sometimes good , sometimes bad.
I feel like I am in carousel
that rotates endlesly
arousing my fantasy.
Sometimes it relives me
but increases my fear.
swetty hands and dificult to breathe
try to push away but it resist.
I become tense
emotions is raging inside me
because Im very sensitive.
And its dificult to get peace.
Usually it helps to get it out
in form of lyrics to show how I feel
with hope to get a positive refill.
Doctors try to cure and control the thoughts
in my head with medication and therapy.
But is it good to get stable
without passion for my creativity?
Without compasion and possibility
to discribe and explane how I feel...
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
I sit here listening to sad songs remembering what we had.
I listen to the lyrics for the first time and they discribe my pain to a tee.
I cry myself to sleep thinking about how I have hurt you.
But that doesn't mean anything to you now.
I am still that monster you once saw.
I am still that demon in your past as you grow up past the things we had.
I am just a faded memory no longer being used to make you happy.
I wish I could say sorry and it would all go way, but it doesn't work like that.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 5:03 PM UTC
Today is June 20, and the Moon!
I could definitely cry with that crystaling light.
I cant capture it with my phone but in my mind i still see it.
That feeling when theres still sadness in every beautiful part of it.
The moon between the tree and the perfect shape volcano has its dazling sight
Ohw how i wish i can share it with everyone.
But i cant, i just need to discribe it
And left it with a photographic memory.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
Many have said why do I write so much.
I said
"I been listening to the flow of art of my pen".
The beautiful voices that have said to me to CONTINUE.
You can listen to my pen and
what it has said
to this piece of paper.
There are times where I can no longer see myself as a person.
Only what's coming out of my pen,
The ink I compare my self to.
But where has the emotions gone to?
If I'm only ink?
Emotions that I can never discribe.
Ink that crys on it own
For every movement my hand makes,
A different form of pain comes out.
Emotions that can only be described through this pen.
Excietment, happiness, pain and sarrow,
all coming out at once.
There are nights where I close my self to the world, while under the night light preferring to open up with my Pen.
The last drops of ink has spilled
An said out loud
A Pen without ink is a Pen without it's owners soul.
By ERS
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
I call myself a poet
Yet I don't have a wisdom to express the feeling I have for you, only you
I only hope these words are more precious
to let you understand that my love for you
is destined to last in truthful excitement,
feelings of blissful, lasting joy race through my mind
Whenever my thoughts turn to you my dearest darling,
the love I have for you
from the very first time I set my eyes on you,
on the aloof, there was an energy and current (indirect current)
that seemed to surge through the air
my innermost longings could be easily seen,
and I could see these feelings ape in your own eyes and face as I'm stading opposed
and when my unspoken desire to be held was whispered by my heart
It was quickly answered by your first tender,
romantic shyness ' s smile while starring the floor.
I've dreamed of you for years, my angel
and I knew one day I will find you no matter what obstacles
Now that I finally miraculously discovered you
the world is waiting for us to go out there and express what we are meant for to be together
Mere words seem too far inadequate to discribe the dizzying
wonderful emotions that sweep through my mind, my body and soul
Now my life is near to be richer and rewarding than I'd ever imagined it could be
if I could truly express how I feel for you
the words could be far more magical
than those written to be the best by the king Poets.
My pet, I adore you the most
It matters not, I only met you in no days.
The truth is, I've been loving you in ages
Now that I decisively met you,
I conceive, you are nothing to lose.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
She sat upon her rocking chair
That had a good view of the
Coming and goings of life just outside her porch
She smiled as she remembered
Meeting and greeting people
Over the years ahh yes.....
She remembered her own
Grandfather sitting in this very chair rocking back and forth
And telling her storys
Of his childhood....she smiled
She could hear his voice
As he told her of how back in his day they had to work the land...they had none of these fandangled machines...no siree
She smiled
She remembered the day she brought her boo to met her father for the very first time he had looked at him sternly and asked with that soft spoken voice of his....so what are your intention young man...she smiled
She remembered presenting to both her mother and father her small bundle of joy and the pure joy as they held him for the first time the glow on their faces....words could not discribe...she smiled
She remembered so much that happened on this very porch
She smiled the wind blew softly as she rocked for the last time
And that's how they found her...rocking still in her chair
As she smiled
By Kaila George
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
It's the first day
Of the Holy Month
Of Ramadan
I am happy
To be here
Among the chosen one
Thank you for this chance
Thank you for this day
Thank you for the food
There will be no words
That could discribe
How much thankful I really am
Happy Ramadan Kareem
To everyone who celebrates
Stay strong, it won't be long
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Once I tried, lost twice
thus two times too many
witnessed just one lie
with that all fell down,
apart, away, like you and I
front row, eyes wide knowing
A memory still lives
and there I still see you
I hear you, those wicked promises
Don't like the way they echo
endless, in life, without
How must it be to feel nothing
numb throughout, No joy, No sorrow
only tired of my voice, of crying
so you chose, and here the result
The broken version of what else
Daylight in the night, dreams, decisions
real, yet, cast no seen shadows
only burn the outlines into eyes
found open, left blind and shut tight
once I tried, and once... once...
Out of thoughts, out of words to discribe
daylight in the night, outlines
saying goodbye and knowing the result
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC
Where skin is torn by distruction
New skin is formed
Tears are whole
Life is molded into another form of beauty
Where lies are told to one ear to another
Many voices of the same lies are passed down until time is no more
Passion turns into empathy
As living bodies turn into dust
Something always become nothing
A beautiful meaning placed on everything to discribe the worlds twist and toss
Dead weight from a beautiful life of lies and finding meanings
By: Leory Santana Dawn
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
Thought
what if!
I was not me but you
discribe how would I feel
*loose two ***** over night*
How the **** was that my fault
Look me in the eyes
and tell me so
bain loss
you are old
and who cares anyway
Do you like lemons?
what
litmus test
Pink Or Blue
This is me being me.
Lemon sent
happy holiday
Just
P@ul's
surreal dreams.
Back in the Room.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC