"everywere" poems - Hello Poetry

I found Jesus in the trunk of my car I found Jesus in the back row of the church choir I found Jesus in a shootout with the police I found Jesus giving head in a thrift store fleese he said come home and to heaven I go but my singed hairs said maybe not so

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC

Spacewalker

god is everywere

I found Jesus in the trunk of my car I found Jesus in the back row of the church choir I found Jesus in a shootout with the police I found Jesus giving head in a thrift store fleese he said come home and to heaven I go but my singed hairs said maybe not so

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Delight is a girl, with brown hair and curvy raspberry lips,blue eyes and a crooked smile.She had one tooth that was pushed in on the side of her mouth, but it just added to her smile.Frail fingers and bitten nails,she was quite short but with long legs,and a button nose.She liked listening to music as she filled her room with smoke and dreaming. She was 24 and lived in a wooden house in europe near a lake. Noel was boy, with black hair and and a small prickly beard growing on his face. he has brown eyes and light skin. His teeth are white but a bit yellow. big hands and bitten nails she was quite tall with big feet, or maybe its just his shoes. he was a tattoo of a balloon on his index finger he says"it means that i will always float on with my life." he likes writing poetry as he drank wine and smoked. He was 23 and lived not far from Delight and always biked everywere he went to. Delight and Noel are friends since his was 12 and she was 13. they sat near a lake and the water glimmered with the green trees lingering above the world. eating sandwich's that he made. They talked... Delight- so hows that one girl? Noel-She left... Delight-...how sad... Noel- sure it is....Hows that one boy? Delight- He left also, found a girl with a better body figure. Noel-Jerk! i never liked him since i first saw him. Delight-Whatever...he's gone.Why did she leave? Noel- she said " you dont hold me right" Delight- your kidding! Noel- nope.. they break into laughter Noel- i sure am a lousy guy... cant even hold a girl right Delight- sure you can... just need to find a girl who apreciates your touch and your poetic mind. Noel- Youre the only girl who likes my poetic mind... Delight- So maybe am meant for you... Noel-...nah i dont like your crooked tooth...throws me off... Delight- i dont like your big lousy feet anyway. always stepping on me, and hurting me. laughter breaks from there mouths Noel-... but i sure do love your smile when you laugh, your tooth makes it unique Delight- and i find it cute how many times you say sorry and give that look of worry on your face when you land your huge foot on me. they smile not looking at eachother...and there hands slowly ravel together

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC

BR

I'll smoke my books

Delight is a girl, with brown hair and curvy raspberry lips,blue eyes and a crooked smile.She had one tooth that was pushed in on the side of her mouth, but it just added to her smile.Frail fingers and bitten nails,she was quite short but with long legs,and a button nose.She liked listening to music as she filled her room with smoke and dreaming. She was 24 and lived in a wooden house in europe near a lake. Noel was boy, with black hair and and a small prickly beard growing on his face. he has brown eyes and light skin. His teeth are white but a bit yellow. big hands and bitten nails she was quite tall with big feet, or maybe its just his shoes. he was a tattoo of a balloon on his index finger he says"it means that i will always float on with my life." he likes writing poetry as he drank wine and smoked. He was 23 and lived not far from Delight and always biked everywere he went to. Delight and Noel are friends since his was 12 and she was 13. they sat near a lake and the water glimmered with the green trees lingering above the world. eating sandwich's that he made. They talked... Delight- so hows that one girl? Noel-She left... Delight-...how sad... Noel- sure it is....Hows that one boy? Delight- He left also, found a girl with a better body figure. Noel-Jerk! i never liked him since i first saw him. Delight-Whatever...he's gone.Why did she leave? Noel- she said " you dont hold me right" Delight- your kidding! Noel- nope.. they break into laughter Noel- i sure am a lousy guy... cant even hold a girl right Delight- sure you can... just need to find a girl who apreciates your touch and your poetic mind. Noel- Youre the only girl who likes my poetic mind... Delight- So maybe am meant for you... Noel-...nah i dont like your crooked tooth...throws me off... Delight- i dont like your big lousy feet anyway. always stepping on me, and hurting me. laughter breaks from there mouths Noel-... but i sure do love your smile when you laugh, your tooth makes it unique Delight- and i find it cute how many times you say sorry and give that look of worry on your face when you land your huge foot on me. they smile not looking at eachother...and there hands slowly ravel together

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money worries always having them makes your day astray always on your mind at the wrong time everyone who is rich your creating jelousness wishing that would be you you try and you try but never suceed so you have money worries that control your life inspite of what u are your true self your life your happiness everywere you go your body moves slow when when will this happen when when will it be when when will you see that its only paper or object that is there but it is everywhere i am here not scared not confused not struggling without a dollar in my pocket....

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Aug 14, 2010

Aug 14, 2010 at 7:37 PM UTC

james-michael-banker

money its only paper

money worries always having them makes your day astray always on your mind at the wrong time everyone who is rich your creating jelousness wishing that would be you you try and you try but never suceed so you have money worries that control your life inspite of what u are your true self your life your happiness everywere you go your body moves slow when when will this happen when when will it be when when will you see that its only paper or object that is there but it is everywhere i am here not scared not confused not struggling without a dollar in my pocket....

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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.

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC

piterespada-perez-reyes

life and death

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.

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I was feeling lonely sitting in my room feeling emptiness and its scares me The wind blows cold fresh air the wind blows The voices in my head runs fast I can hear them they are everywere Lonely night the stars shines bright But I am alone sitting in my room thinking of you Alone again sitting in my room feeling emptiness and its scares me The wind blows I keep mooving and I know we will be together soon Lonely night the stars shines bright But I am alone sitting in my room thinking of you dreaming...

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC

martinama

Lonely night

I was feeling lonely sitting in my room feeling emptiness and its scares me The wind blows cold fresh air the wind blows The voices in my head runs fast I can hear them they are everywere Lonely night the stars shines bright But I am alone sitting in my room thinking of you Alone again sitting in my room feeling emptiness and its scares me The wind blows I keep mooving and I know we will be together soon Lonely night the stars shines bright But I am alone sitting in my room thinking of you dreaming...

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Tomorrow Im leaving this place were I dont belong at all. Strangers walks in the corridor everywere I look and go. Faces starring at me and its very uncomfortable to see and it feels like agony never ending apathy. I hope the new place will be better for me maybe motivate me perfectly to continue faithfully. Appreciate each day with new hope and lust and all of this I think its a must.

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Oct 6, 2015

Oct 6, 2015 at 8:06 AM UTC

martinama

New Hope

Tomorrow Im leaving this place were I dont belong at all. Strangers walks in the corridor everywere I look and go. Faces starring at me and its very uncomfortable to see and it feels like agony never ending apathy. I hope the new place will be better for me maybe motivate me perfectly to continue faithfully. Appreciate each day with new hope and lust and all of this I think its a must.

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I look at that girl with the long wavy hair walking down the Street alone ...nobody truly understands her....because she likes being different .. Even if it means being lonely ... i have watched her cry time after time ... At her weakest moments she has desired to leave this world forever yet as she stares at the sky ...hope once again has filled her tender Heart ... I can now see a strength in her eyes that illuminates her for now she looks as the smallest yet most precious moments ... And all the endless beauty that surrounds her Everywere she looks ... So much she once used to take for granted now are the center of her world .. There is so much light even without company she no longer feels completely alone ... She finally believes in herself a little bit more each day .... She sees her tears as a sign of healing ...and finally letting go of her past ... If anyone ever wonders how i know her so well ..it's because that girl is me .

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Oct 22, 2013

Oct 22, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC

alicia-pena

That girl

I look at that girl with the long wavy hair walking down the Street alone ...nobody truly understands her....because she likes being different .. Even if it means being lonely ... i have watched her cry time after time ... At her weakest moments she has desired to leave this world forever yet as she stares at the sky ...hope once again has filled her tender Heart ... I can now see a strength in her eyes that illuminates her for now she looks as the smallest yet most precious moments ... And all the endless beauty that surrounds her Everywere she looks ... So much she once used to take for granted now are the center of her world .. There is so much light even without company she no longer feels completely alone ... She finally believes in herself a little bit more each day .... She sees her tears as a sign of healing ...and finally letting go of her past ... If anyone ever wonders how i know her so well ..it's because that girl is me .

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In which maze i was in I didn t understand The way i bumped everywere I don t know whats going on My brain gets puzzled And iam here like some stupid person! Trying to find the way out of this stuff But i only get bumps My head seems swollen And my brain looks unwired And here iam like some stupid person! Here iam

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Mar 6, 2017

Mar 6, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC

yash-borana

And here iam some StuPid PerSon!

In which maze i was in I didn t understand The way i bumped everywere I don t know whats going on My brain gets puzzled And iam here like some stupid person! Trying to find the way out of this stuff But i only get bumps My head seems swollen And my brain looks unwired And here iam like some stupid person! Here iam

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you can take my pride take my dignity call me abuse me throw your stones at me break my heart make me cry but you cant take my memories cos they will never die the good ones are precious the bad ones are too they all mean so much cos there memories of you one day we,ll meet in heaven i feel this in my heart then i,ll shelve my fading memories so the new ones can start we will dance to golden harps and fly on angels wings when i get to heaven is when my life begins this world i face without you has never been the same the wind in the treetops still calls out your name everywere i go and everything i do reminds me of the precious times i was proud to spend with you wait for me in heaven i promise i,ll soon be there to meet with you and hold you and find new memories we can share

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC

TheGeordiebard

Can,t take my memories

you can take my pride take my dignity call me abuse me throw your stones at me break my heart make me cry but you cant take my memories cos they will never die the good ones are precious the bad ones are too they all mean so much cos there memories of you one day we,ll meet in heaven i feel this in my heart then i,ll shelve my fading memories so the new ones can start we will dance to golden harps and fly on angels wings when i get to heaven is when my life begins this world i face without you has never been the same the wind in the treetops still calls out your name everywere i go and everything i do reminds me of the precious times i was proud to spend with you wait for me in heaven i promise i,ll soon be there to meet with you and hold you and find new memories we can share

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In my reflection All I see Is a lost girl Trying to find her way A lost girl that is constantly being reminded Of everything bad in her life A girl that is hiding behind a fantom Nothing more than a girl That is alone And afraid My reflection is full of hate It hates me just as I hate it My reflection tries to look good My reflections tries to like me I try to like my reflection I wish my reflection would change And be pretty for once A broken mirror Shattered into pieces Glass everywere I am happy now I don't have to see my relfection My lost girl My ugly side My lost hope to be... Pretty

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC

Quiet_Rose

My Reflection

In my reflection All I see Is a lost girl Trying to find her way A lost girl that is constantly being reminded Of everything bad in her life A girl that is hiding behind a fantom Nothing more than a girl That is alone And afraid My reflection is full of hate It hates me just as I hate it My reflection tries to look good My reflections tries to like me I try to like my reflection I wish my reflection would change And be pretty for once A broken mirror Shattered into pieces Glass everywere I am happy now I don't have to see my relfection My lost girl My ugly side My lost hope to be... Pretty

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I saw someone die the other day Someone talked to me, said he was gone, there´s nothing we can do now but in my mind never I tought that his soul was lost cause he was stil alive in our minds

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Jul 2, 2018

Jul 2, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC

Death_Horizon

we don ́t die till were dead everywere

I saw someone die the other day Someone talked to me, said he was gone, there´s nothing we can do now but in my mind never I tought that his soul was lost cause he was stil alive in our minds

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i hold in my hands all of the sea’s sadness, press it against my chest; drench my shirt and then my being until i resemble its loneliness — the very depth of it. soon, the ocean floor will claim my driftwood bones. but there are no sunbursts or naive greek boys. just surreal june midnights. just water everywere — nowhere. i hold in my hands all of the sea but there are no sunsets waiting to sink down my spine — just the cruel way that my skin goes on and on — its flat, certain vastness and this ironic drowning. i hold in my hands all of the sea’s sadness — press it against my chest; drench my shirt and then my being until its loneliness fills my lungs. i come up for air but it’s just endless skin — i close my eyes and dive again.

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Jun 16, 2021

Jun 16, 2021 at 3:18 AM UTC

femininedeath

narcosis

i hold in my hands all of the sea’s sadness, press it against my chest; drench my shirt and then my being until i resemble its loneliness — the very depth of it. soon, the ocean floor will claim my driftwood bones. but there are no sunbursts or naive greek boys. just surreal june midnights. just water everywere — nowhere. i hold in my hands all of the sea but there are no sunsets waiting to sink down my spine — just the cruel way that my skin goes on and on — its flat, certain vastness and this ironic drowning. i hold in my hands all of the sea’s sadness — press it against my chest; drench my shirt and then my being until its loneliness fills my lungs. i come up for air but it’s just endless skin — i close my eyes and dive again.

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