"ethan" poems
Well you see the thing to understand is poetry is a gospel to the world.
At first you feel as if it is oppressive chains tying you down to the soiled earth with every simplistic tick tock.
That is at least until you discover this world has no rules for an adventurer of free verse.
Your words now flow like an expeditious brook as long as you use metaphors with pretentious words.
However rules exist it is plain to see.
Some poems go aabb.
Those are simple ones to find.
Those are the ones stuck in your mind.
Now one more step, aabbc.
Those are a little more artsy.
You draw your crowd in.
Get under their skin,
And finish a little bit different.
And now it's time for set number three.
One that can simply astound.
The great, magnificent abab.
Those make a poet nearly profound.
There are couplets, sonnets, and monoryhms.
And now for the last one, all in good time.
I wanted you all to hear them like chimes,
But all that I had I left you in these lines.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 11:26 PM UTC
I can see Cecily's ****** bars.
Sammy can see them as well.
After he speaks
I keep catching him peek.
She knows that he sees, I can tell.
Bailey has smoked too much **** again.
He's dribbling over my shoes.
He acted all jokey
And tried out smoke me.
It went without saying he'd lose.
Tom's on the floor by the table.
We don't know if he's alive,
Hugging Joe's feet,
Who is slumped on the seat.
I don't think they're due to survive.
Chris had a couple of pills.
Ethan a tab or a few.
Toria's tweaking,
Max is just peaking,
Matt's throwing up in the loo.
I'm on the sofa while writing,
Louie beside me in tears.
We may have our issues
With drugs and their misuse,
But **** it, it gives me ideas.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
i heard that the wind
can do as much as
turn skyscrapers into dust and rubble
and whisk away green vegetation
as it surges on unsuspecting cities.
ethan,
my heart is not a city.
and you are not the wind.
don't turn us into a catastrophe.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
[Verse 1]
In the dark , We come out and play
We are its children, And were here to stay
Running through , Hungry for strays
No invitation, take me away
Im not cruel, But thats still what you see
Club to club, Come see this city with me
Hungry for life, Without your pity
I dont want it, But you give it
Still cant say she wont start up
Still cant say she wont start up a fight
You go city
Cause in the city of life she cant she cant wait
[Verse 2]
In the darkness, A killer awaits
To **** a life, And the lies you make
You do another, So this death can live
Just keep on dancing, To the movie your in
The smell of your sweat, Just lures me in
Your heartbeat, Does sing to me
Running feet, Beats my blood
My ghost inside you, Soon will be
Still cant say she wont start up
Still cant say she wont start up a fight
You go city
Cause in the city of life she cant she cant wait
Hungry for strays, hungry for life, no invitate your pity
[x8]
I dont want *** but you give it
Still cant say she wont start up
Still cant say she wont start up a fight
You go city
Cause in the city of life she cant she cant wait [x2]
[Verse 3]
Now its over, You've taken your life
The dark grows thin, And I'm left to hide
I don't regret it, But its sad anyway
Now were both dead, And scared of the black
This life of games, And diligent trust
Its the things we do, Or the things we must
Im now tired of being cussed
So go sleep forever end to dust
Writers: Nicholas Routledge, Michael di Francesco, Matthew van Schie, Tomek Archer, Alice Glass, Ethan Kath
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
Rosemary’s Baby
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
My wife and I, we couldn’t have kids,
So we called Rosie and now we have three.
Our surrogate, suffragette,
Sacrificed, all she had to give.
A selfless act, an adopted kid,
A world of joy is all Rosemary could give.
Now Rosemary’s baby, is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
We had waited for years, to become parents,
In just nine months, Rosie showed us our Heaven.
A baby boy called Ethan, with pale blue eyes,
A year later, the twins lay at his side.
Little Rosie and little Mary,
Have made us such a happy family.
Now Rosemary’s babies are babies of mine,
Rosemary’s babies, dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s babies are babies of mine,
Because Rosemary’s babies,
Brought our family to life.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
(Inspired by Ethan Smith's poem of the same title.)
You’ve taken so many different pieces
of others’ personalities
and put them together to form me
that I don’t even know who the real me is anymore…
Let alone knowing that I am still partially you,
as much as I hate it,
I have to recognise it…
and what’s more
As much as I hate it,
I don’t hate you
don’t hate the way you still bore a hole
into my heart,
Remember that.
Sarah…
I haven’t said your name in so long
because I’ve spent years trying to convince everyone-
myself included-
that you were gone,
that you are nothing but a distant, fallacious,
distorted memory,
that the thought of you drowns out my reality
and leaves me shaking and broken
and that at the same time,
I haven’t changed a god **** thing about myself,
but we both know that
that’s complete ********
We are two completely different people,
you made me feel like a prisoner within myself,
but I suppose you were only doing
what you thought needed to do
to survive.
It’s a shame it didn’t work,
I’m sorry, that we ran out of time.
When grandma said her baby girl had died,
that the light had gone from her eyes
she was wrong,
I told her so
but she’d be incorrect to assume that you
are still living inside of me,
instead you are ticking inside of me,
ticking like a bomb waiting to explode,
Sarah.
The name sounds foreign
your eyes are terrifying me
your old friends are boring the hell out of me;
your voice is one I don’t recognise.
Hell, I barely recognise myself anymore
and I guess I have you to thank for that
But remember
as much as I hate the fact
that you still exist inside of me…
I have to recognise that
I can’t hate someone who was me for so long.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
i remember catching fire flies in jars
and playing policeman in the cars
catching grasshoppers even though i was scared
all those special moments we've shared
you bring me such pride, such joy
you will always be my favorite boy
you make me want to be better than i am
and someday you're gonna be an outstanding man
because you're already so wonderful, so great
and it's all been worth the wait
we find hope in raising sons
nerf wars and shooting b.b. guns
funny movies and video games
star wars, you know all the names
and teach me things i'd never know
the greatest gift has been watching you grow
action figures and playing army men
sometimes i wish i had this time again
but you grow up too fast, too soon
you used to think i hung the moon
and now it's me, realizing it's you
roping the stars & hanging the moon
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
“Ethan, do you think someone will deeply love me in the future? Do you think that someone will love me so much that even though he has seen me walk to him so many times before, he'll cry once he see me walk to him in white with flowers in my hand?”
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
I've been coming home,
feeling kinda lazy
Just art, just music
nothing really amazing
What I think is average
others think is blazing
I don't want to be stuck
in a fuse about what was written
I don't want to be stuck
making ******** discussion
I don't want to be the one to judge what is or what isn't
Stuck in this fiction
of making a living
Ethan hunt on the hunt
This passion is my mission
I'm so passive aggressive
I say **** my contestants
All the hate, I digest it
Check my inner intestines
They are coated with steel
What is the pursuit of happiness?
Is happiness even real?
False media & markets
items bought for apartments
***** clothes on my carpet
feeling down an exhausted
Emotions are quite toxic
All is a thought process
Rolling over in bed
I feel the dark on my eyes
Then feel the light on my head
Get up and do it again
This cycle just never ends
Penny pinching, and quarter quivering, dollar dribbling....
this Average life is for a simpleton
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
'Tis better, they say, to have loved and lost than to have never
Truly
Loved at all.
To love in a way that fans a fire in your soul the likes of which no forest on earth, no volcano on mars
Has ever experienced.
And why love at all?
At the end of every path there's a giant elm tree sticking its bitter head out of the soft, white ground as you coast the ups and downs holding tightly to the reigns
Trying vainly to steer.
There's red in her hair.
And red in the snow beneath you. Around you. Inside of you. Coming from you.
Because.
'Tis better to risk your life to be with her forever than to live in the silence of creaking floorboards
With living martyrs wrapped in wrinkles and pale eyes always on you.
To die.
Together.
Because of love than to live with anything else.
Often you lose. But that's why it's a risk.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
Ello, Enlightenment.
Yet we meet again,
Your elusiveness is profound.
Because, I haven’t found,
How to hold on to thee.
Shall I sit underneath a tree?
No, I will just be.
In tune with nature,
Like the bees.
In my future,
What changes things? Powerfully,
I think, that it is me.
Self-centeredism is the past,
Forget your sins.
Commit good only, please.
Freeze time. Forward-backward,
Not an option, but now we are here.
Forget time, unleash your nowness.
We are here as sentient beings.
Can you change anything?
Be that which you are,
But don’t be the same as you were.
Growth comes from you,
Inside your mind.
It’s a choice, so choose first;
That which is better.
Don’t settle like the dirt under your feet.
Push forward and see the beautiful
Being that you can be,
that you are to me.
By: GeoEthE
Georges Ethan Eloquin
Good Environmental Ethics
Great Energy Everywhere
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Lying in my bed
--reading ...
It is November, I am in NYC
--25 pages later ...
I am standing on a street corner in Istanbul
Outside the Kybele Cafe, near Sultanahmet tram station
Two British men, Ethan and Dylan, are talking ...
Senses engaged.
Drinking in sights, sounds, smells of Istanbul.
As I can feel the excitement of this city.
Anticipating the story that is unfolding before me.
I am immersed, no longer in NYC.
Just then, a door slams, I am jolted back from Istanbul.
Back to my bedroom in NYC ...
How long have I been lost in this book?
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Lying in my bed
--reading ...
It is November, I am in NYC
--25 pages later ...
I am standing on a street corner in Istanbul
Outside the Kybele Cafe, near Sultanahmet tram station
Two British men, Ethan and Dylan, are talking ...
Senses engaged.
Drinking in sights, sounds, smells of Istanbul.
As I can feel the excitement of this city.
Anticipating the story that is unfolding before me.
I am immersed, no longer in NYC.
Just then, a door slams, I am jolted back from Istanbul.
Back to my bedroom in NYC ...
How long have I been lost in this book?
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
packing my bag for the beach
all my clothes slung into the big suit case
with Mom's and Dad's and Ethan's
nothing left to do
but to pack my leisure luxury items.
In my threadbare Ramones bag
with the *** Pistols and Gogol Bordello pins
the Arvo Part patches
(he is a lovely composer)
I pack all of my real essentials:
Three writing journals
one sketch book
a comic I'm writing
the Grapes of Wrath
some Japanese homework
and pens.
I can't just have them ***** nilly
so I open up the secret pouch
the one for wonderful secret things
like the MP3 players I used to hide from my mom
because she'd break them when she was mad at me
it was so black,
no one ever knew what was in there
but me.
I pushed my fingers in
and I pulled back something red
slit on my fingers
from a razor blade I had hidden
so, so long ago.
It is heavy in my hand.
Funny, I haven't used one for a year
and the glinting silver teases me
even on the verge of joy.
I will hide it
for another day
that I hope isn't going to come.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
I had a terrible dream
that I was Ethan Frome
and you lived in Vermont
and it was cold as hell
but you were hot, hot.
You were married and I was not,
or was it I that was married?
"Knock, knock"
"Open up it's the sheriff,
there's been a terrible accident."
"Knock, Knock"
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 9:12 PM UTC
My baby brother's gone off
on a plane
to way, way down South
He left too early for me to realize
that I
was worried
I've flown alone before
but he;
he's so independent
and that sort of thing can lead to trouble
So now he's off and away
learning how to shoot down jets in Alabama
I hope my air force kid
doesn't get lost
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
It's hilarious
Just think about our past...
the disadvantageous arguments
Arguments about things that we would soon know
It taught us about the future
We were disconnected, probably still are
Just because of closed hearts and minds...
And I'm not afraid to say, a little jealousy on my part...
We were young and thought we knew everything about each other.
We were disconnected, yet deep down in our unknowingly vast souls, we were the same.
I was thinking about those fights we used to have...
I reminisced about the day after your tenth birthday, when we were walking to school and you felt older, much like you do know, you felt proud to be older, I remembered that I was jealous and insisting that you were being mean. I remember your face when I said these things, and I felt guilty, you have one of those enforcing faces that told me that I was wrong.
I remember that one day we were fighting one morning at the bus stop, as we always did. After school, you fought Benny, remember him? We hadn't made amends yet, but I knew that you needed my support, and frankly, I needed yours... so I cried because I felt helpless but you stared trustingly straight into my soul, creepily I might add, and you told me to kick that **** in the face... but I trusted your judgment because you're my older brother and I love you! to this day I don't know if I actually kicked him, but I do remember that we ran home and we were as close as we'd ever been.
I remember those times, and I can't help but laugh, and smile, and cry.
I feel like lately our relationship has been kind of forced because we HAD to get along... but I feel like, if we talk more, like we used to... we could get our groove back. :)
I know this isn't a very rhythmic poem... but
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I love you Ethan!
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC
I remember this awful book I read once
about a year ago.
I can't remember the title but it was one of those terrible tragedies
revolving around young love.
But of course, it's a tragedy so everybody dies unhappy
and without love.
The reason I am thinking of it is because it is snowing and the entire setting of the book is covered in snow.
I had a day dream about you earlier today, in class.
We walked down the streets of some nondescript town covered in snow.
We looked behind us every so often at the zigzagged tracks we left behind us, as if they were following us, not ready to part.
After a while of walking we wandered into a cafe and sat in the window seat.
On the window we drew flowers out of the condensation.
We laughed as we sipped our hot chocolate and from a bag you produced a very nice woolen scarf, which you gave to me, and from my coat pocket I produced a very nice woolen beanie, which I gave to you.
I hope this isn't brash
and I hope this isn't obtrusive,
it's just that I've been wanting to tell you for some time
how very pretty you are.
Every time I think I have worked up the courage to do so, I cannot.
I think my daydream is a spawn of my yearn to tell you what I think
and thus this was born.
Call it poetry, prose, or whatever you like
but the truth is that this is communication
in it's most simple
and most complicated form.
I remember now, the book was called Ethan Frome, and it wasn't all that bad.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
My friend Ethan tells me not to get my hopes up too high because I don't want a repeat of the last time. I know he's right. The last time I put just a little more love than I should've and I cared just a little more than normal. But this boy is different I swear to him. He's mature and not awkward, plus he's got experience. But I know deep down that he's probably just the same. And that at the end of all this I will be crying on the cold floor of my bathroom, throwing up just to avoid the near occasion of bumping into him. Like it did last time, and the time before. I pray for a sign begging God to PLEASE SHOW ME IF THIS IS WRONG. And maybe He does. But my heart shaped glasses are too ******* dark for me to even realize it. But I know deep down that I do see it and accepting that is too hard so i lie to myself. Because i want it so bad to be real. I imagine kissing him as I press my ever so ****** lips across my hand. I imagine him hugging me every time the sweat breaks out during my panic attacks. I want so badly to be his. And so badly do I want him to be mine. I tell my friends I'm okay. Swear that I won't fall to hard and let this hurt me again. But everyone knows that I fall fast and hard. My hopeless conversations are just an attempt for love. Like a mating call a bird makes but is more like a call into the distance because nobody hears. I feel so pathetic, lying to myself and hoping i guessed right. My stomach is sick and I haven't slept much. Love makes me sick. But maybe it's the thought that I've dug myself into a hole that only ends with lava. A self destruction mission and I just pushed the button. I started a game I can't end. A game I know all to well. And even if I tell myself i wouldn't, I will get hurt.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
Death is among us
it breathes and lingers,
capturing the unexpected
with its alluring fingers
It's so overwhelming
knowing each breath could be your last
The things that get you
are the things from your past
Some don't deserve it,
some crave its touch
Some have decided
that they'd like it very much
To see the light,
to see the dark
To see the one
that bares the mark
Something more powerful
is out there for sure
Everything happens for a reason
I have to concur
Death is among us,
taking the selected
But to take Ethan Khan,
that was just unexpected
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:42 PM UTC
I think I have
Officially lost my mind
But I'm not quite sure, yet.
I spent quite a bit of time
Discussing with myself
And it is inconclusive
Sophia says I have
But Isabella says I have not
And I'm listening to them debate
Me and the others cannot wait
To get a definitive answerr
Ethan occasionally chimes in
He can't stand to be left out
Riley and Richard lurk in a corner
With some popcorn
And Annabelle is off in her own little world
She doesn't much care either way.
She's watching the unicorns and the fey
That are produced by the drug haze
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Everything you do can never be undone.
Every moment is as if it never existed.
Your actions impact and stamp the world.
A trail of ripples follows your path.
Inside the wake is a glimpse of peace.
Truth is a piece of mind; unwind.
The reel of memory hidden in the brain,
Understand the consequences of inaction.
Mindfulness is the key to be,
A balanced individual can take the opportunity.
To open a door, down a road.
Around the bend, you won’t know,
Let go of ego and flee from you.
Come across a person who is more you,
Inspiration: Be a better person than you were.
A Man or a Wo-man, shall you be ever prosperous.
As a human being we can all get along with our heavenly brothers.
Earthlings have a responsibility, to be responsible.
Stewards of the sand, rocks, mountains;
Rivers, oceans, trees, and bees are all gems.
Lions, bears, dogs and even cats,
Entitled, to the basic rights of a sentient.
You and I, I and she, he and them,
Take care of the gifts you have been given.
Embrace your talents and follow your drive,
Help another, make a friend,
No one is a stranger, if you tell them your name.
In the beginning, and in the end,
We are all made of the same.
Vote for Better (You)
By: Georges Ethan Eloquin
GeoEthE
Good Environmental Ethics
Great Energy Everywhere
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
i keep falling down and i am praying for somebody to save me but who would wanna help me who would wanna save me I'm am the monster that is pushed away hated feared but in the end i rip my self apart and deny it and hide it but I'm done trying to live a life that dose not work so keep pushing me away because one day you will never get me back cause i will let my insanity in and you will never see ethan again because that part of my mind will be dead and no love will ever come from me again just pain and misery i wish you could see the bad part of me the part that hides in the dark absess i call a mind because my mind is something only see in their nightmares even god knows better then to look in my ****** up head even the devil is afraid of me god why won't this mental torment let me be but I'm not that lucky so run away from me or see me in the middle of my insanity
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC