"earings" poems
I see you
I see me
Not being chosen
I see you having more fun
I see you walk by in your seducing scarlet jumpsuit casuallly dismissing me
I see your lips with a dark shade of maroon moving and not a single moment of silence
I see your hazel brown eyes not even glancing towards me
I see the red-brown of your hair but they face me
I see your long silver earings dangling and shaking as you laugh
I see the golden bracelets in your hand slide back as you tie your hair
I see you
I see me
All alone
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
Saw her first at cousin's weddinG,
She looked astonishing I knew where it was headinG
Escorting the bride she came in smilinG
My eyes got glued on her and my heart started poundinG.
Afraid of her brother but she agreed to meeT,
I got there first, where the buses fleeT,
Time and place was on her to fiX,
Excited, I reached before the clock tickS,
There I saw her waving at platform thirty siX.
Time freezed for a while,
Walking towards her a million thoughts ran through my mind,
Was that really her or someone else!?
But that same magical smile and my heart again melts.
Simple, yet pleasant I liked her stylE,
But the best thing was definitely her smilE,
I got lost , stammered in speech for a whilE,
She was confident and I got nervous blood profilE.
The place was new ,
None of us had any clue,
I was sweaty , the day seems hottest,
Perhaps the oddest in the whole August.
Black and white top and she blingS,
Leather sandals and those shiny earingS,
The watch was pink , hairs were perfect readY,
But **** her luggage was real heavY!
Got in a cab, and some comfy place to talK,
She was in a hurry, but i had all the clocK,
She was bold at the same time cooL,
And I was smiling for no reason like a fooL.
More time I wanted to spend,
But getting her home safe and sound was important in the end.
Got her a bus had to bid a good bye,
And my hopes of meeting her soon are sky high! :)
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Diamond shaped hearts
cracking into two
forming elegant earings
for you to wear
once the reaper comes
and invites you down.
Just like beauty hurts,
so does love.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
They say girls like something shiny
And that may very well be true
Bigger is better but I'll take tiny
No matter the size I'll make do
Of course I have my favorites
Or those meant for special occasions
Getting dolled up I want to savor it
Adorning myself prematurely for my sins
Perhaps they get jealous of each other
So maybe I'll take them all out for display
They sparkle perfectly making me stutter
Stroking each longingly before we play
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 12:38 AM UTC
She is like flowers
Or flowers are like her ?.
Curved lips of her
Or the rose petals.
Waving hair beneath her ear
Or the butterfly trying to settle.
Shining eyes of her
Or the waterdrop that scatters.
Sparking Earings
Or Sun's fragment that glitters.
She is like flowers
Or Flowers are like her ?.
My dreams break
As the Sun rises up from ground
I Meet to her
Or her thoughts, that surround.
Are they morning birds
Or her anklet that sounds
Has the spring arrived
Or she is somewhere around.
She is like flowers
Or flowers are like her?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
I miss a 16 year old girl
I miss a girl with skin fairer than that ***** snow white
I miss a girl who lips are red like my blood
I miss a girl who's eyes could make me question everything and anything
I miss a girl who scoffed at my compliments
I miss a girl who called me a player
I miss a girl who could write beautifully
I miss a girl who saw more
I miss a girl that blocked all of my compliments
I miss a girl who was shy
I miss a girl who's tears could burn holes in my soul
I miss a girl who loved me
I miss a girl who trusted me
I miss a girl with blond hair
I miss a girl that wore nice earings
I miss a girl that hated herself
I miss a girl with scars on her wrist, bruises around her neck and burn marks on her legs
I miss a girl that could look into a mirror and not like what she saw
I miss a girl who thought she was ugly
I miss a girl ghat thought she was a curse to the world
I miss a girl that wanted to **** herself for most of her life
I miss a girl that drank
I miss a girl that did drugs
I miss a girl who loved the pain
I miss a girl who hated the numbnesa
I miss a girl that put others before herself not because she was kind but because she thought they were better than her
I miss a girl that I abandoned
I miss a girl who trusted me enough to tell me **THAT SHE WAS ******* KILLING HERSELF**
I miss a girl thagtnever showed anyone her tears but she showed me
I miss a girl that never showed anyone her scars but she showed me
I miss a girl that was so delusional that she showed me her trye self
I miss a girl that I hated for one day....I almost killed myself the day after
I miss a girl who had such an impact on me that I still feel her pain floating around in my head....
I miss a beautiful girl
I miss a girl that killed herself and it haunts me everyday
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
You empty your pockets and remove anything metal.
Walk between the metal detectors and all
The lights and sounds go off. They pull you aside and
They frisk you for
Your cellphone, iPod, earings, rings, wallet, headphones, coins,
Privacy, and dignity.
They find nothing and let you walk to the terminal but
You remember that they forgot to take something. You spin
Around and give them the finger.
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
I miss you darling
like a dark night..
missin' the moon light!
Let me be your anklets
so that, we can walk
together
Let me be your bangles
so that, I can see you
in different angles
Let me be your earings
so that, I can hear
all your secrets
Let me be your lipstick
so that, I can always
have
a lick
Let me be your tattoo
so that, I cant
leave yoo
I miss you darling
like a dark night
missin' the moon light!
----de3pak
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:29 AM UTC
Copper bees on earings
or wresting on flowers
smoking a cigarette, disheveled
outside the bar after hours
Maybe I've been selfish
and rushing like a manic
into many different spaces
all draped with potential
Just trying to find a light in
a very dark tumble
And the more I've become
aware of my cyclic mechanics
was where I felt hopeful
What is your dream like?
The less I fear I'll ever be content
He's like a quite lake a
mountain of sturdy grace
His buttons all in place
Sometimes I feel shapeless and
drifting
But he's an anchor in drizzled
mornings
I'm trying to find the gap
where God and I coalesce
It's hard to express
It's a titillating quiver
To make peace with the remnants
of a stranger
In my head
the voice still there
Memories of bee stings
from throwing rocks
at hives.
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
Tombes , more to count than to sit at ,
Marcel Joséphine , weird name ;
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Silence , eerily feeling which reminds us of it , pity that the almighty feels all of us , poor lord indeed
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Old ones with lys , kids near them , family then , playing , grieving , singing , saddening
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Vanilla , awful smell , rooting corpse in sunny Season , no milka anymore , nice Sun though
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Leaves , dancing to Eole's humming , his music of his air , freedom , do they know their treasure
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Thousand birds crying , light neighing , rain falls if not heaven's wrath , paining my earings
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Steps , slow , sorrowful , slits , so grim reaper , smile , some soul shan't seen sad but happy
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Jaa ne !
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
There is a part of us
that isn't quite alive
until hollow-starved lunacy is sated
while showing the bright side
her hidden darkness emerged
when i tricked her into hurting herself
she would say come on trick me, trick me, trick me
and i would tell her
Count Dragool with ****** tube fingers
would take her slow
if she hit her self hard across the mouth
and she would scream to Eden
bash mashley thrash me
i want the men with red tridents
and ding **** tails too
while she watched my eyes
like surveillance drones
as if a great confederation of *****
marched towards her
certainly not painless
but the pain of an addict
who knows all to well the pleasure of the needle
first the little sting and then the great oooow
she is butter on the stove
im the rare drug
a Do Do bird beaking flesh
a cold hard ***********
she a yielding intricacy of complications
a bald Rapunzel
feeling under abused till now
with black crow lips and bangled earings
like a long jangling math problem that ends
with a big O
O popping blood berries
like pink flower hysterical *******
shooting bullets from tattooed
hip belted pistols
on a singing red bed
her limbs a yawing stretch
a torn zipper
being yanked up and down
a frenzy of crying blasphemies and raw kisses
dancing the bend over
on knotted knees
incised a writhing dance cha cha
creel of blood
cha cha cha
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
You know
I am pretty happy
But its not what you think.
Its a box.
Yeah,
Its a box i sit in.
Its the place I built
To hide from myself.
I got my girl.
I got my boys.
I got my friends,
And my games,
And my job.
So im good.
But,
You see.
There are times,
When I think about
How messed up people
Can be:
To each other.
To themselves.
To animals.
To Earth.
To what we can really be,
What we NEED to be.
Even to little kids..........
And this is the time,
Yeah,
When all i wanna do is
peak
Over the lid of that box
And then:
My eyes glisten
within the flames
of pure agression.
The blind kind.
And I watch
As i fall somehow,
within myself,
Like down the throat of a dragon.
Screaming in absolute rage.
You know,...
the tunnel vision kind?
The seeing red and black kind?
The saves you in fist fights kind?
The no pain kind.
The "if you even hint
That you are thinking,
What I THINK you are thinking.
I will claw my finger nails away
And ******
trying to scratch my way to it.
Through your idiotic skull.
So i could remove
What would be the first thought
You've had in years.
So that I could then
Deny its rightful place
As king to the bran muffin
Between your diamond earings
You use to make decisions.
Just so I could then devour it
Excrete it back out,
Set it afire with
The very rage of
HUMANKIND
That floats somewhere
Between my heart, lips and mind
Just so I could Then throw myself
Upon those very flames.
And all of that...?
So that what remains of me
Won't have the energy to waste
On the thought of you."
Kind of
RED
RAGE
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
And so the bloodshed ended
The war to end all wars reached its ******
Shattered minds and shattered men
Returned to shattered families
But they gave their all for world peace
But did they
NO
For in far flung corners of foreign fields
The killing still goes on
The blood of boys and girls
Nurturing foreign soil
BUT
All of you younger generation with beards earings
Nose rings and piercings
Who say to me its ancient history
So why do you bother
I say this
They gave their today for your tomorrow
Their sacrifice gives you the freedom of speech
That you now have
So don't ask me why I remember
Because I understand
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
1. a lady with a tattoo of a foot on her foot.
2. a guy who eat three bananas in a row.
3. an old man with a nose ring like a bull and sea horse earings.
4. a guy wearing a Metalica tank top. patriots pajama pants, flip flops and he was smoking a cigarette.
5. a guy with aviators and a flaming skull tattooed on his throat.
6. a girl with blue hair.
7. a lady trying to run for a train in heels and failing.
8. a guy wearing a hood, a hat and sunglasses. but also shorts.
9. a kid who I recognized from high school but didn't remember his name.
10. a man who started to run for the train about ten seconds in he realized it was futile and started walking again.
11. at least six girls with frozen merchandise.
12. a guy who was towing his backpack in a wheeled cart.
13. Joey cullen and his girlfriend. (they had to catch the 214 bus)
14. four guys who were reading game of thrones books
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
My flowers, they are for you
Please do not feel blue
A token of my friendship
A gift straight from my heart
Could this be a courtship
A beginning, a brand new start
After flowers comes the chocolate
Then comes the tricky bit
Would you wear a locket
With a picture of me in it
Or would you prefer some earings, do you have pierced ears
So many things i need to know, before i jump in deep
I should play it cool i know
Take it slowly, see how things go
Fools rush in, too fast it seems
They give their love, they dream a dream
O tell me fancy, what do you desire
My heart yearns my ***** on fire
To hold you in my arms, held tight
I want to hold you through the night
Hold on to you 'till morning light
Begins the day, and life, so bright
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 7:09 AM UTC
The wheel will turn.
There is no rhyme or no wrong or no season
We are all just living for no reason
When the monkey came out of the tree
He knew then he'd see me looking so we had a big party
All the world lets shake hands and sing a little song and rattle your pans
It's easy if you try I've done it before a billion years ago when the dinosaurs roared
I look at us now and we're still trying to figure it out so why not beat your chest and give a big shout
The worlds a big mess and people are looking more confused wearing earings in their ***** and writing tattoos then one day we'll meet again in the trees with our furry little children and the wheel will turn once again.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
I didn't kiss my girl and i won't
Cause that'll be like a quick shower
I'll snuggle her in my couch
Cuddle her with my both hands
soothe her with my dulcet words
Meneuver her stranded black hair gently across her Earings and
move them to her spine
She'll glow a want to want me Look,
And she'll pull me closer
Until my eyes are near her cleavage
And i know my iris will stuck there
She'll raise my chin and ask me
What's wrong
And i'll tell her that she's beautiful
That she deserve a boy like me
A boy who love her as she worth
And we'll go on a holiday cruise
That's where i'll woo my girl
I'll give her a pluck of roses and lilies
And we'll be coherent and surreal
This time i won't be patient
But i won't even kiss her
I'll only eat her bottom lips for sure.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
poetry is so ******* gay
write about stupid **** no one cares about
i must be a ****** because i always write passages
**** those butterflies
cut off its wings
earings
earwings
emotions just a waste of chemical signals
neutralize my brain chemistry for joy atm
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 8:25 PM UTC