"finders" poems
We keep coming together, you killing me, it's a dead heat. *** so good, we can hardly speak. Climbing on top, she's reaching her peak. Skirt no ******* she hide, I seek. Ready or not, here she **** and I practice what I preach. Locked myself inside her, finders keep. If the meek inherits her world, I guess that makes me weak.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Even lions have the strongest hearts
But they still fall weak to lionesses,
A man’s heart can tighten in all parts
It only takes a ´touch´ to bring him to pieces
When a man falls weak to his world
A part of him has leaped over a wall
The tricky phase is to retrieve his part
Searching the world with an incomplete heart,
The finder of his heart is always his near-God
But finders only leave men in a melting ***
Men are known to be tearless
They don’t cry and in pain they remain fearless,
Men are fragile and sensitive
Listen to him and see the world in his perspective,
Men will live on ‘til the last survivor
Because men are forever…
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
The wind diverges the horizon boughs
into view finders of royal blue.
The flicker of the blue beyond washes to
brown sticks fettered with dry leaves.
Oh what cadence ensues,
From a bent bough and a
Sifting wind?
If that limb but a will,
And that breeze but a pulse,
Harmony would hide in the
Heartbeat of an eternal summer.
Yet eternity suffers sterile sadness,
And cadence breeds a timid tempo
Of hollow trees against a grey sky.
So speak the world in discord,
Unveil blue skies from cacophonous trees of green,
And push the wind in hurricanes.
As wind and bough dance in perfect imbalance,
I admire the flicker of their countenance.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
As the minutes drift into hours
I stare at the flowers
That died the day you left.
And they say keepers win in the war of finders,
But I'm not so sure.
Cos, the reminders
Of what used to be.
Have soured.
And I try and devour
Memories,
Spaces, faces, places
That we shared.
And I choke on some, and others slide down.
--
And I wander if I even cross your mind, my love
And do you remember the time
You said that you'd always be mine
And that forever was too short a time
For you and I.
Those lies you spun, like a spiders web,
Took place, built homes
Inside my head
And I didn't try to relocate
Because all I could do was appreciate
That someone finally cared.
And those memories that we shared,
Those faces, spaces and places
They're all so vivid.
I can smell the scent of your sweet perfume, and feel the water
Splash
When we went down that log floom
And we both held on so tight,
We were determined not to let eachother go. With all our might.
So what happened, my love?
What changed inside that beautiful frame of yours
What's the reason you began to close all of those doors
And lock me out.
Cos it's strange to be a stranger
And I don't like the danger
That comes with
Not knowing who I am, or you were.
And the uncertainty of who we were together.
Cos the forever we promised
Has been and gone, and call me crazy
But I expected to hold on to it
A little longer.
I thought we were stronger.
Your honey gold hair hung
Down over your face
As you told me about these places and spaces that we shared
Could be no more
My world crashed and burned
And fizzled out
And I found new ammunition
To tear myself apart
To pull to pieces
My damaged heart.
And once I was done
I hung the picture frame
You threw onto the floor
On a sign on the doors,
Saying keep out.
And my barriers went up
But my walls crumbled down
Tell me,
Are you around, my love?
Are you laughing and smiling
And have you moved on...
2013 ©
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
The flowers fall like sweeties
in the packet of my mind.
The answer flows completely
from the hand that stops the time.
The questions that were seeking
could potentially leave us blind
to the poetry that's creeping
to the rhythm of the times.
The finders fees of finding gold
are deeply grained in laws.
The crawling finger grasping
for the love of ***** ******
The sailor tongues are swaggering
with anticipating throws,
of innocent and eloquent
shows of pretty hoes.
Jan 21, 2010
Jan 21, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
Welcome to a generation of proud people.
A generation that can afford to loose a 1-3years relationship just because of I AM SORRY !!!
A generation where a woman prefers to pack her bags back to her parents house rather than to say I AM SORRY!!
A generation where a man prefers to loose his marriage and keep his ego.
Welcome to the Generation where everyone is right.
A generation that never accepts to be wrong.
A generation that knows all, a generation of ignorance, a generation that prefers to argue for a year rather than spilling out I AM SORRY !!!
Welcome to the Generation of fault finders.
A generation that always seek to judge people, a generation that only sees the bad in others, a generation that prefers to win an argument rather than saying I AM SORRY
Welcome to The Generation of Selfishness.
A generation that wants people to always apologize to them, a generation of self respect, they prefer to move on rather than sort things out with their partners.
A Generation that makes apology very difficult, they want people to beg and roll on the floor before the accept apology.
A generation that is so full of themselves, a generation that is too big to say I AM SORRY!!
This is the reason why many of us are yet to get married. Watch the news and see how many people are shooting, poisoning and stabbing their partners to death, marriage has now become a slaughter ground all because of I AM SORRY !!!
Can you do me a favour? Pls pronounce "I AM SORRY" how did u feel when you pronounced it?
Did your name change?
Did your skin colour change?
Did your bank credit you when you said it?
Did your blood reduce when you said it?
Sorry did you contact corona virus when you said it!!!
Hmm so why is it that you prefer to loose that beautiful Lady because of pride?
Why is it that you prefer to loose that handsome Man because of pride?
Pride goes before a fall, some of US have lost OUR real spouses because of I AM SORRY.
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
By the law of Finders Keepers, you're rich.
But she didn't see it that way
Did she?
Theft she called it.
But who cares for a few plants?
What are they worth?
Barely anything - A mumbled apology -
Your first born?
Or your life.
So bye bye baby.
Did you hear her cry
From the tower?
She screamed as her hair was ripped
From the weight of that
Enchantress.
But you never knew.
You met a man once,
Who spoke of a girl.
He stood blinded by thorns,
Blinded by her foolishness.
But loved her still.
Sought her still.
You thought such a girl
Must be priceless.
Jewelled seraph you thought.
Little did you realise
Her worth was little more
Than a few rapunzel plants.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
Its not good enough for me
To just sit here to watch and see
You keep shakin it in front of me
Like its there to be takin by me
Got me losing my mind
And from what I can see
You got your eyes all over me
The DJ dimmed down the lights
It's about that time
One look at you
I can tell it's gonna be a long night
I gotta get you alone at home
I wont tell no body
But the way you moving
Your body wants my body
So close its sweating me
Break my heart and hope to die
That my finders fee
For playing with fire
It was meant to be
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
An illness, it plagues me
It causes great misery
My screams go unheard
I hope Death comes to claim me
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
The Demon came one night
And to me, it spoke;
"Come make a pact with me,
And your pain I'll turn to smoke"
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
You walked into my house
So generous and kind
Of how innocent you were,
So innocently blind
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
The transformation completes
Oh how good it feels
To be free of pain and suffering
The bell of liberty peals
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
A day is not long,
I must start acting
If I want to stay,
You must be dying.
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
Alas, you have struggled,
Valiantly played.
But you cannot win me,
The pact gives me aid.
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
Give it back?
This body, I will keep
They say "finders keepers"
Leaving the losers to weep.
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
For a day, I said.
For a day, you'll stay.
But not if you die,
Not if you, I slay.
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
This is the final leg,
Your power abates.
For all the love I've missed,
Ahead, it awaits.
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
Goodbye, my dear friend
You've helped me a bunch
Your body stays with me
And with mine you leave
*You're such a good friend
I know you will help me
Come to my house,
And help set me free*
The Demon behind
He waved his hand
Laughed, and left
When the camera panned.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
I want your hello, goodbye, and everything in between
I'll be your king if you be my queen
I'll show you things unseen
And sing you things unheard
We'll never get bored
Because we'll travel
Until the clothes on our backs unravel
I asked you to join me on an adventure at the beach
But I promise I won't be clingy like a leach
Meet me at six
So you can give me my fix
Because I'm fixated
So don't be frustrated
We'll bring the horizon
Either you can orican
And we will
Because I think you're straight ill
And I'll do whatever just to give you your fill
Stay like a tattoo
Because I need you like, stat too
Because with out you things seem askew
You didn't expect the question but my bandana knew
You're a cutie pie so around you flies flew
If it's finders keepers
Then I'm glad I have such sharp peepers
So sharp they'll pop your heart
But can you feel mine?
If you can that's fine
With it beating so hard it's hard not to
Cause when I saw you I thought ooh
And I'm so glad I caught you
Looking at me
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
not a place we can go to have my grandmother tell you again how my uncle was born with a tooth.
where slavery just a star watched and watching and **** just a rainbow bent to its work.
where babies are shaken like hollow gifts and we want people and the emptiness of people put to death.
where grey flutes billow.
where milk is in our blood and ghost letting.
where hope is ugly but don’t tell it.
where fathers disappear into the dashboards of looted trucks taking with them their once employed hands and taking with them the heat of those hands.
where disappear is not a word we lightly loft.
where envy is the work of nearby grass.
where a man moves over a woman so that she is equal and equally ransacked
of travel.
where in a field this far away one can do finders keepers to a body scraped at by others and poked.
where a pill is like a mouth but smaller. but wants a bottle. and roots at the tip of your tongue.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
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@@ trew out @@
@@ his heart like @@
@@ a stone clogging your @@
@@ green field of dreams @@
@@ i found it cracked open on @@
@@ my yellow brick road @@
@@ wouldn't you know @@
@@ it was an amethyst @@
@@ GEODE @@
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Janice helped you
to gather up
the loose pieces of coal
on the cobbled road
leading to the coal wharf
off Meadow Row
you watched as she put
the pieces in the sack
you’d brought with you
as the evening mist
settled upon the scene
her red beret placed
at an angle
her hair
smooth as water
is this allowed?
she asked
looking around
at the back of houses
still standing after
the wartime bombing
finders keepers
you said
or so Granddad told me
the other week
when I saw him
she gazed at you
unconvinced
but put in more
of the black pieces
you handed to her
what will my gran say
when she sees
my blackened hands?
Janice said
I can’t tell her
or she’ll tan my hide
as she calls it
you looked
at her coal stained fingers
the way they held
and placed the coal
you can wash your hands
at my place
you said
Mum won’t mind
she likes you anyway
Janice looked at you
her lips spreading
into a smile
nice to know
she said
maybe when we’re grown
and married
she’ll like me better
the sky had darkened
the mist heavy
the moon glowing
I guess so
you said
wondering if her gran
would see it that way
if she lived
to see the day
that should be enough
coal now
you said
taking the sack
from her blackened hands
noticing the thin fingers
she rubbing her hands
together against the cold
the dark
and winter weather.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
I see us strolling along fate's street,
Walking in harmony's glass slippers.
We're never about how good we fit;
We're our finders. We're our keepers.
Neither faith nor chance, all we have;
Is our rare complex; Our crazy love.
Our love at first sight was too blind-
To see how you and I could really be.
Sight or not, you're ever on my mind.
My shut eyes can still see you vividly.
It was your body before your heart;
I loved 'what' you were; what I saw.
But thinking back to our crazy start-
I don't see how I could not see it all.
You've got that rare, funny laughter;
The one that somehow kinda echoes.
I cannot see our happily ever after,-
Cuz our love's book can't ever close.
You did not steal my heart complete.
You made your hands its safest place.
Loosing my guard was never defeat,
It was the start of a worthwhile race.
With us, rather than bliss, I boast of-
Our unique complex; Our crazy love. You're
literally a world away from me-
In a much more metaphorical sense.
But that only hurts when I miss you;
Namely, upon each proof of existence.
Our love is against odds? That's odd!
We are not victims of circumstance.
Not close to a goddess and a god,-
We just fight hard for every chance.
Its funny the things we do together.
But its funnier cuz we know not why.
This is quite far, but we'll go further,
Cuz 'enough' is extinct to you and I.
A steady pace, not in the human race;
This is more like our love marathon.
Had we been features on earth's face-
We'd be the reason it'd not be common.
We may last forever, maybe beyond it,
And make it wish it would last as long.
But, if we should end 'fore we re-meet,
Know that our love was never wrong.
We've found a fit tighter than a glove-
In Our unique complex; Our crazy love.
Keep Smiling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
Welcome to the world of finders keepers..a place plagued with liars, cheaters, creepers, deceivers..Angel faced devils beautiful as the Mona Lisa..
Trick or treaters you get tricked they'll treat ya..a prisoner of my own mind ill be at the gate to meet ya.
We're not that much different actually were quite the same, over extreme happiness I'd take the slightest pain..
Enough with the sunshine please cue the rain..It's a crying shame, straight faces behind ******** lets play the lying game..
Like yea I'm fine, trust me it's ok, there's peace in chaos and there's relief in pain.. numbed my senses and suppressed my emotions..
My tears seemed more significant as puddles on the pad rather than drops in the ocean..
I'm coastin thru memories that I thought were gone, they added the fuel to this fire guess there were here all along..
Burdened by doubt I never feel good enough, paranoid don't have to many friends wondering who I could trust..
Then I found you in this whirlwind of feeling, amazed by who you are being with you is oh so appealing..
You're stealing my dreams and mind, if you ask me you should be mine..
Take a chance or a risk or better yet just the time..
See there's fragments of me left for you in every page and every line..
These poems are my diary letters from to you, I'm done looking the search is over because there's no better than you..
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
I want to leave something
When I die
To show that I was here
Of course I’ve got young people
And my sweet lover
And various keepsakes
That I hold dear
But
This bequest must be
Of poetic design
As melodious as my spirit
As lyrical as my mind
Buried like hidden treasure
For future word finders to find
Small portions of me
To know me by
Left behind
To discover
After I die
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 8:24 PM UTC
I have become the sum of all my fears and failures
The accumulation through the years,
To some degree,
Is on another level then most others
Uninstalled the self installed blinders
Hoping to stumble across some left behind life perks
I didn't know this is how finders keepers works
Nothing found has kept me off the ground,
Barley kept me out the ground,
And every moment hurts
For what it's worth,
I don't know what I'm worth
Starting to wonder,
Just internally first,
But maybe this whole thing is cursed
Or worse
There was never a purpose of falling prey to thirst
©2024
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
I think this was the first (and only) nervous breakdown I’ve ever had. I was nineteen.
The noises from the plane were terrifying enough to wake me up. My relaxed heart started racing, and I thought of a late-night bomb attack, via some middle-eastern country, which would bring war. I clutched the blankets to my chest, and expected the dooming flash of light which would instantly take my life through vaporization. After several minutes of laying tense yet catatonic in my bed, my late-night delirium began to slowly fade. Whether it was one plane or several, I know not. I just remember hearing the horrible ripping noise echo through the sky by my window and I instantly awoke. Were the planes this loud every night? Why did I never notice? Perhaps I restarted my sleep cycle and being back in level one, the loud noise frightened me. But did that mean that if these planes did indeed roar, every night, that I always slept through them? It seemed very unlikely. I cautiously checked my phone to inform myself of what time the war had started. Three-eleven a.m. How depressing. Why would an enemy attack in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep? What cowardice. Why would an enemy attack at all? Why would we have an enemy? As my paranoia faded and my fatigue crawled back, I went to the bathroom. I figured if I were to die, I wouldn’t want the finders of my body to think me gross for soiling myself with the tea I drank right before bedtime. As I sat on the toilet and released the pressure, the pressures of life invaded. I looked up to the sky-light in my bathroom and decided tonight would not be the night where I was killed while sleeping by a late-night plane of an enemy, but if it were to happen, I’d have no control whatsoever. Sadness struck me as I envisioned myself being robbed of motherhood, still and unaware at nineteen-years old. I thought again of the planes, and while they no longer seemed threatening, I wondered what caused them to rip across the sky in such force. It seemed destiny had spared me that night, but would it always? June was a non-war month anyways; I should relax, enjoy the summer and keep caution for autumn and winter. Those are war seasons, when wars began. The night was still once more, but I felt completely drained—the way one feels when descending from a cocaine-high. I straightened my blankets, rolled onto my side into a comfortable position and squeezed my eyes shut trying to hold back tears.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
You will always hold a piece of me.
A piece I will never get back.
Voyage upon voyage unsuccessful to retrieve this missing piece of me.
But no matter if I find it or not, this piece will never become me.
It will never fit in the jigsaw that is my life.
Edges worn down and torn from too much use,
Unrecognizable after all of the abuse.
Longing to fit where it once did effortlessly.
I was in place, everything was fine,
But somehow you managed to contort just one piece out of line.
A piece that you took without even asking,
But a piece I will find even if it's the last thing I do.
Because that piece never belonged to you,
Finders keepers losers weepers, it was still stolen.
Never fully made yours yet you claimed it as your own
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
A little bit of ***
In a canvas bag
And a wallet full of notes
And a piece of rag
A tooth brush and comb
And a letter pack
And a bit of paper
With a number on the back
And a crisp old sheet
From a writing pad
Is a folded memory
And a poem so sad
Yet with joy in the lines
That live on still
While the love they were for
Will no longer thrill
For the cause is lost
Like the canvas bag
Left by the seat
With no name tag
How can I find
That fleeting two?
They won't be in Oxford
They were passing through
I met them in London
By the cold roadside
They wanted a lift
So I gave them a ride
They'll pass on
Down Exeter way
The cost of that lift
Was dear to pay
For now I am left
With a canvas bag
With a leather flap
For a naming tag
All covered with names
That student wrote
So when standing so cold
At a glance he'd note
The words of his subject
Written thereon
And his mind would warm
As he pondered on
The lecture from where
The thought first came
And the hour of the day
When he wrote the name
Nameless he was
And his lady too
Till the old bag
Was sifted through
Then a card
Came to light
With a name upon it
Plain to sight
And I remember
The college hall
Goldsmith's was
The name let fall
So to the English
Scholar then
I may return
The bag again
With a little bit of ***
And a sad love poem
I'll return them all
To their former home.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC
A rock on an island,
Cover it with sand,
Place that rock,
In the palm of your hand,
Hold it forever,
It becomes a part,
That rock in your hand,
Obscure, outdoor heart.
Music so sweet,
Silence so pure,
The day we met,
I was given the cure,
Fixed twice, last fix,
The past is gone,
Twisted and stiched,
Till it's done.
Come find me,
I'm not lost,
Finders are keepers,
Whatever the cost,
The day's over,
It's all just begun,
Everything aside,
You're the one.
Jan 22, 2012
Jan 22, 2012 at 9:28 AM UTC
Let's make something clear,
same thing that got me here,
can make you disappear.
Hard work, motivated, man of the year.
Bright future, good look, ever clear
Black card, street cred, accepted everywhere
ya'll dudes, ain't offending me
stop pretending B,
Ya'll trying to Kenny A G.
i got it in the BAG your not contending
I'm top tending, so no need for defending,
Stretch'n the truth, but I'm not bending
I hope you hear me, ya'll go fear me
then I a-peer, Blank stare- U just standing there-
No dirt on my hands, me handling with beef is rare.
I'm top teer- seeing things loud and clearly, vision-aire
Aire to the thrown, Millonaire
I'm so fly, I Con-Air, recline chair
your future,for a finders fee, ending indefinitely
20/20 hind-sight, judge's deputee-
after hearing me, you go need some therapy
**** gets Kalmplex- and ain't no telling what he can do.
off of the strength of me, he, destroying all off you
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Just alright are e-books and
just okay are e-zines
I suppose they have their place in the
natural progression of things
but I
love Books...
Old books and new books
soft books and hard books
to sniff an stroke and even listen to
when antiquated stiff bindings moan
after sitting unopened for far too long
I just love books...
to pile up beside my bed... and
trip over in the night
to scan and browse and finger titles
and check dates of copyrights
to feel the vibrations
from cover to cover of
previous generations of
fellow book lovers
to peruse
for forbidden doodles and
marginal ramblings
personal rememberances
and briefly noted things
purposely yet
inadvertently left
for future word finders
like myself
Okay... so... e-books and even e-zines
now have their space
in the way of things
but I still hold
a special place
for
Books...
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
i find me in you,
in the sense that i can't breathe,
i wish i were lost.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
in a mental december haze
looking out the window for my love.
it's the falling season
of motions in the leaves that gather around
and cover the ground,
and the lost road now belongs
to those whose feet wander around
not searching for nothing,
yet finders of all that is worth.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC