"eed" poems
A
Kiss, stolen in secret.
Away, from prying eyes.
Before
The the school
Bell rang.
Can't
You see the memories
Concealed behind my eyes?
Do
You even care
Don't you even see my tears?
Eventually
They say I will forget.
Even though I know I never will.
Fore
Your smell still lingers on my clothes.
Forever etched into my brain.
Going
Round and round my head,
Got to forget your kiss.
Help
Me move on and
Hold my head up high.
It
Simply does no good to remember.
I swear I'm going mad.
Just
The way you say my name.
Jynn... Like it's beautiful.
****
Me before I fall too deeply addicted to your
Kiss, so sweet and soft.
Love
The age old
Lie, told by every member of your kind.
Maybe
I can do this on
My own, free myself from you.
Never
Did I think I'd
Need you this much.
Only
Boy to ever truly
Own my heart.
Probably
the most
Painful of any hurt.
Quiet
Tears as loud and
Obnoxious as a car alarm.
Running
Away from my fears.
Ripping you from my life.
Stop
Trying to
Stay, It only makes it harder.
Today
Is the day I finally
Tear away from the life I hate.
Unfortunately,
My heart and brain
Unanimously decided that life was caused by you.
Very
Well, If you agree. This
Vacancy in my life is not for you.
Won't
You let me die?
Why must you torture me so?
eX-treme
Heartache, I
eX-alted you so.
You,
The love of my life. un-
Yielding rollar coaster, just wont stop.
Zombie
Of my former self, drained of
Zest, and life.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 12:01 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Your Right You don't Need my permission,
but I won't sit here and listen to your petty extensions,
and stupid ramblings about you turning the other cheek,
thats like telling me to kiss it just to be kind and sweet,
but I'm me and you should be you,
your audience has expanded,
many people gets a load of you,
which is crazy to me,
because you're not relatable,
even the final stages of anatomy or intimacy,
you failed,
sorry,
let the truth be reliable,
everybody might think you some nice guy that loves to make his words look good,
but again you target me,
in hopes I be misunderstood.
correction your not a good poet.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Time goes by so fast!!
Here and now are our moments to cherish for
Eternity! We have the chance to make a change, the
Kids won't be alright if we don't do something now.
In these precious moments of childhood, innocence, and
Diversity, we have a chance to
Show the kids that they can make
A difference and change the world for the better.
Right now, there are many kids who are "lost" and feeling
"Empty". They don't have anyone, but we
Need to show them that
They're not alone!
All these kids are our FUTURE!
Love and caring,
Really caring, showing them that together we can be one.
In our culture, there's still so much hate
Going around that our kids will grow up
Hating people based on their skin, who they love, and so on.
Together; here and now, we can change that!!
The Kids Will Be Okay
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Mi fatha
Mi fatha wer a miner,
a big owd man wer ee,
wi an eart so bold it wer solid gold
en that wer plain te see,
al si thee yung un he wud sey
as off te pit eed trot,
mi mam ed never know if eed be
cumin bak or not.
**** denaby pit e wud gu
a dank en dusky hole,
twer not much gud fer a man like im
ee wer’nt a ****** mole!,
bak brekin werk wer hewin coyel
en freekinin dark en all,
en colliers werst neetmare
wer wen th roof ed fall,
trapt **** pits n’ha way tu dee
en that ah’m tellin thee,
tis gud advice tu stop up top
ah’l tell thee that fer free,
ah’l allus remember copper
e cem a knocking
mi mam she fear’d werst
wen ah’la sudden
a flooda tears did berst,
n’ha th pit ed got mi fatha
ee wer’nt cumin om at all
twer th coliers werst neetmare
th roof.. ed ad.. a fall.
Alan nettleton.
translation for non yorkie's
My father was a miner
a great big man was he,
with a heart so bold
it was solid gold
and that was plain to see,
I’ll see you young one he would say
as off to the pit he’d trot,
my mother never knew
if he was coming back or not,
down denaby pit he would go
a dank and dusky hole,
it wasn’t much good for a man like him
he wasn’t a ****** mole,
back breaking work was hewing coal
and frightening dark and all,
the colliers worst nightmare
was when the roof would fall,
trapped down the pit is no way to die
and that I’m telling thee,
it’s good advice to stop up top
I’ll tell you that for free,
I’ll always remember the policeman
came a knocking,
my mother she feared the worst ,
when all of a sudden
a flood of tears did burst,
now the pit had got my father
he wasn’t coming home at all,
it was the colliers worst nightmare
the roof it had .....a fall.
Alan nettleton
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 9:44 PM UTC
BLEE
EE
EE
EED!
Dig that ******* razor DEEPER into your wrists.
Practice what you preach, and show us you're not afraid.
Don't just scratch with a pin and claim to slash them.
Practice what you preach. Practice what you preach.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 6:18 AM UTC
Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut Cut
Cut Cut
Cut Cut Cut
Bleed
Cut
Cut
Cut
BLEED
Cut Cut Cut Cut
BLEED
BLEED
BLEED
BLEED
It's been a while since I've done it
But I want to do it
Do it again
Cut my arms
Cut my arms
Cut them
Cut them until they
BLEED
BLEED
Cut cut cut till they
BLEED
BLEED
Cut cut cut
Cut cut cut cut
Cut
BLEED
BLEED
BLEED BLEED BLEED
BLEED BLEED BLEED
BLEED
BLEED
BLEEEEEEED
BLEEEEEEED
BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED
BLEED
BLEED
BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED
BLEE
BLEE
BLEE
BLEE
BLEED
BLEED
BLEED
BLEED
Cut cut
Cut cut
BLEEED
BLEEED
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
Vandag vloek-groet ek die verlede
en spuug die suur naam uit
en rig ek al my groot gebede
om gistergoed ook weg te smyt
Maar koester ek die kleine vrees
in die diepste van my hart
sal more net soos gister wees
breek die ook van die smart
en deel ek in vertroulikheid
my woordsopregte eed
as more soos 'n spiel wil lyk
sal dood my uit ellende sleep
Tog, mik ek vir die kruine
- droom my silwer droom
, vermy vergete pyne
van 'n toekoms palindroom.
Want as my lepel andersom
dieselfde as tevore lyk
wees jy ook nie te verstom
as ek na sagte doodsoen reik.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Tomorrow's another day, another ful of
Hope. Another day to share love, show kindness
In this world there's too much hate--we need to
Spread love and kindness and
Show our children that we're in this together!
Our world needs us; we
Need our world!
Gather everyone you love and
Share Kindness.
And listen to music!! All different
Varieties of music---
Every kind-- MUSIC is LIFE!
Doing good, showing kindness, and
Much more is what we need in this world.
Yesterday is just a day
Longing to bring peace to this world.
In life, it's to short to worry and
Forever is so for a way, just breathe
Everyday and show love!
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
.
" 'I know not
what is coming,
but be what it will
I will go to it laughing.
Better to sleep with
a sober cannibal th
an a drunk Christia
n •It is not down on
any map; true place
s never are. • Tell m
e not of blasphemy,
man; I'd strike the
sun if it insulted me.
... and Heaven have
mercy on us all-Pres
bytarians and Pagans
alike for we are all
somehow dreadfully
broken, and sadly n
eed mending • There
are certain occasions
in this strange mixed
affair we call life
when a man takes this
whole universe for a vast Practical
joke, though the wit thereof he but deepl
y discerns, and more than suspects that th
e Joke is at no body's expense
t h a n his own.' "
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
I said enough when it wasn't
my like for a mountain of
mouths to **** time
& I'm still standing in the hallway;
happening upon where it went
or
if you could have helped it
I know I couldn't
when I can hardly stand or
stand it
built a lump of love in the blue dark
during wine
she's just
a woman in jeans
a heavy thought against my knees or
something I think I need to
belong with me
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
I wanted to be
I wanted to be a cowboy, rassle cows to the ground,
I wanted to be a pilot, fly those airships all around
I wanted to be a star, hit the ***** so very far,
I wanted to be a driver, burning rubber in my car
I wanted to be a doctor, save the lives of those in need,
I wanted to be a lawyer, when I was thinking gr eed
I wanted to be the mayor, take my city to the top,
I wanted to be an actor, hope I don't appear in a flop
I wanted to be a fireman, save the children from the fires,
I wanted to be a copper, catch the robbers, cheats and liars
I wanted to be a priest, help the sinners save they're souls,
I wanted to be a lover, playing the lead man roles,
I wanted to be a father, raise my children to be proud,
I wanted to be a weather guy, explaining the evening cloud
I wanted to be scientist, discover new things in this life,
I wanted to be a husband, have me a pretty wife
I wanted to be a builder, bridges, and buildings reaching high,
I wanted to be a analyst, wondering why people cry
I wanted to be a soldier, keeping my country from harm,
I wanted to be a human, helping my fellow man stay warm
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
The summer had come and gone,
And tomorrow, she was leaving,
Going back to the city to wait
The warming spring's returning.
At 88, she had decided it best,
Husband gone four years,
Two hips healed, but stiffening;
Ice forming on the ground
To keep her from walking;
Time to go back to the city to rest,
Hopefully to return when whooping cranes
V'eed north again in spring.
She'd packed her things
In two suitcases yesterday:
Simple clothes,
Her Bible,
A pair of shoes, or two;
Not much now,
No need.
She wondered if he'd do one thing
Before they drove away.
"My nails need a trim."
So, here he was,
Bent low to hold each foot,
To trim his mother's nails...
Memory, returned then,
Reversed four years
To this same chair,
In this same house,
His father struggling for air,
Needing help to dress.
He saw again his father's feet,
Frail and white and cool,
The nails long and needing care.
Embarrassed, the old man,
Despite the lack of breath,
Wheezed he couldn't bend
To reach his feet.
And the son had bowed then
To trim his father's nails,
And dressed him before
The three of them began the journey
From which only two returned.
And now, the week before Christmas,
The mother and her son,
Focused on the nail clipping,
Knowing certain chores,
However poignant,
Must be done.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
Letting the entertainers know
we are all night to participate in a little show
la dee daad eed addad ddad
make waves and take another templatate, yours is here, is it lost yeT?
dadadadadadhahdhaha
make we sing your favorite turnes, I won’t pass judgment by you
la deee dadadad dee daw
they knew you for a second, but now its gone and over
magical little msysterioes, I ca’t begin to tak ebhte first step towards majesty, charisma, adultry, fantasy, calligraphy, oceanography, the study of maps and languages blah deee dee blah blkah
good ideas that start off good **** then don’t follow through the bullet of the gun barrrelll very well
youy’re on a tight stretch, a little mystery, you missed your mating call, granted you are tall and this situation is impossible, make your grave while you stand, take a shotgun to the head, the few applause, they were a couple in front and they really meant it, take it with an upper lip you twit
what was it that I was even saying?
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
idle by my idols
practice like a recital
did not know your love was so vital
your ex my new rival
jealous and jealously
remember i am all you need
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 8:31 AM UTC