"flied" poems
Give me a clue why..
but oh I hate questioning faith..
I feel a mess inside my veins
I feel a rush in my heart
I'm love sick and it seems that I won't get cured anytime soon
Her lips is a drug that kills every breath of mine
Oh and It tickles my bones how magnetizing they can be
My brain flied away when I looked her in the eye
I want to let it go but it keeps dragging me inside
I keep craving more and I won't get enough because she fillfulls every need of mine
When we are together its like we are in our own paradise.
Yeah like a fairytale when you complete an i
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
Do you ask a bird
Does it likes the sky?
No
But still it flies
Beyond limits you dream
Beyond limits it dreams
Heights
Where the sun blinds
Even the shuted eyes
Feeling , where
You know you can't fly more
You know you have flied enough
Its the death , all you want
But Oh to be cursed by wings
Oh to be a bird.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
Little ones they run, forever young,
Avoiding the pain while strung
Upon their good times with glib tongues.
Confide, Relied, And Died.
Slip, Slide, Rip, Glide.
Never could they see my bleeding soul
That dripped the color charcoal,
Yet for me, there was no extol.
The light shone through those eyes
And what it does to me defies
All life has shown me it implies.
Confide, Relied, And Died.
Slip, Slide, Rip, Glide.
I fight the demon with these words
To ensure the avoidance of hazards
Of the knife, in hope of being lovebirds.
Sighed, Relied, And Guided.
Pried, Tried, Beside Her, I Flied.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 8:30 AM UTC
I once found a bird when I was younger
the bird was small and weak and abandoned by its other birds
I took it home, I did all I could
soon the bird died
why, bird, why
why die?
you could have lived
you could have flied
I told my mother
my bird is dead
it will never fly
mother still wonders why I have never touched living things again.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
*The last firebird flied
over her as she stood
on the last crumbling
mountain.
Prickley pine trees
shivering above the dew,
the first breath of the
winter in her soul was
icing through the flowers.
She fleed the Golden-emerald
city, heart broken by the
gong of war.
Sinking her nails deep into
the ground.
Sheding tears of a dragon
from the crystal eyes
of the universe.
Falling down
her porcelain face.
A work of art.
Her lips red,to seem like
cherries in the spring.
Casting a glance at the pale moon
while the wild wind was
howling to the north.
Ruler of the skies
as the morning stars sang together,
looking different today.
In the shadows of her lace fan,
the silky blossom on the
kimono dress.
Embroided with the silver thread
of moonlight, encrusted with
the diamonds of night.
The great ocean waves can't destroy
her purple throne.
Although left all alone, she will
never surrendor.
The obediance will suffocate
from her light, rising like the sun
after the dusk once again.
Because she is... the Empress*
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
The shadows creep towards the mound.
The late September air is crisp.
No bunting will be hung this year,
Our team is old and in eclipse.
In the box the batter waits.
His knees are sore, his bat grown slow.
In his time he was a champion.
In his heart he knows it’s time to go.
How quickly do the seasons change
from youthful promise to aged despair.
You start out as a diamond star
And end up in a rocking chair.
Baseball is an old man’s love,
each Spring bringing hope of glory.
Yet it is not an old man’s game.
That’s quite a different story.
The stadium this day, half full,
and ready for the wrecking ball.
Mickey Charles Mantle has flied to right
and joined the legions of the Fall.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
Thunder and lightning and glass on the beach
I covered my ears with lace, put shoes on my feet
I walked out into the ocean with my heart in my hand
And cried for a tornado to scoop up the sand
I buried my locket in an old leather case
Hoping that time and water could erase
All of the engraving you chiseled through my veins
And that you can feel the lightening each time it rains
But no one would fear me, no hermit or fish
Came out of hiding to hear my soft wish
So I drowned my sorrows in a green bottle of sin
And cursed out the devil as he laughed at his win.
Almost vividly, could I see your face
Almost surely, did you begin to escape.
With salt and seashells, I lathered my veil
That I found in the tummy of a large ocean whale
Who ate out my innards and spit me back on the ground
So I could be rescued, if I ever was found.
But no help came the night that I died
So I finally threw out the pain and from here, I flied.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
Flied Lice
she walk on hallowed glound
feet not touching down
whispeling sacled chants
to no one in palticulal
clashing down the sounds of violence
the echos of the voices linging
leaching over the liver to the folest
the encampment of wild eyes
watching the sky fol a signal
a signal of victoly
the dinnel has been plepaled
bling you chop sticks
hoolay for flied lice
Gomer LePoet ...
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Two Men,
Traveled into the forest,
Very foolish and wise,
When they came across,
A shoe,
With many lies.
Peter asked Harry,
What they shall do,
They had found an old,
And broken shoe.
When suddenly,
The shoe came alive,
It had gown thick,
And sturdy eyes.
The men were so frightened,
Yet so eager and suspenseful,
They were willing
To know more,
About this little ripped sore.
The shoe opened its mouth,
And only said 3 words,
Fly with birds.
These men were confused,
Very clueless and dumb,
Peter had aimed for a target,
Then spit out his gum.
The shoe spoke again,
“Fly with birds”,
Yet only a fool,
Would follow that,
But they were nerds.
The men ran together; frightened,
Holding the shoe,
They knew what was happening,
They really, really knew.
The men were now lost,
So sorrow and blue,
What was that strong stench?
Could it be the shoe?
At that very moment,
The shoe flied up,
To the birds,
And when he landed with them,
He said, “Hey nerds”.
The men were fooled,
By a clever shoe,
Who knew he’s fly free,
Without any of thee.
Both nerds
Were now speechless,
Yet nowhere to be found,
But then finally decided,
To turn back around.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
Now
What do I write now
Now...
After everything before and before everything ahead
Now...
All the places I'd rather be than bed
Now...
All the lives I'd rather have lived instead
Most people don't admit regret
But everyone has some regrets
Looking back
Now...
I regret every minute since I've left childhood
I wish I held on a little bit longer
Just a few more years of fear being the monsters in the basement
Just a few more months of saving the world from aliens and zombies on a daily basis from my backyard
Just a few more weeks of being brave enough to confront someone threatening to stab me, without hesitation
Just a few more days of knocking on doors and running away
Just a few more hours of feeling absolutely badass for staying up all night
Just a few more minutes of being able to have a girlfriend and not talking to her at all, mostly because you're too nervous
One more moment of feeling invincible
Feeling okay
Going to bed with a smile on my face
Instead of a frown under my mask
But time, time catches up
The clock goes on, and at some point
I wook up, to a much smaller world
A depressing world
Where crying everynight became pointless
Where the pencil pressed so heavily on the paper it became pointless
As I tried to write my way back into adolescence
Where the only kid I knew that flied to never ever land was Peter Pan
Not my friend on LSD who never wanted to grow up
Who could blame him
The closest I come to back when friends were forever and crush referred the cute girl in class and not crushing up grass
The closest I come
Is now...
As I open thy boundaries of my mind to limitless displays
With this wordplay, an aresenal of dictionary words, **** **** n' all
Now...
I may not be bliss with all I've seen
But atleast these sentences have no hierarchy
Through these lines
I am free
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:34 PM UTC
Tear after tear showered down from her eyes
Wishing at that moment she could've flied
Words ran through the air attacking her
People of all ages laughed at her
Sometimes the world gets so unbearable
Trying to survive, trying to be lovable
If you try to be yourself you get rejected
You have to be another person to be accepted
Fake a smile, fake a life, live a lie
People will love you, will cherish your every smile
Being true means you're weak
Being you means you're a freak
She laid down on the ground crying
Alone in this world she was sighing
People walked past her ignoring her tears
Laughed at her, forgetting the she feels
Not because she's different she's not human
She's just a person trying to be a true one
She was living her life according to what she given
Knowing that in the end she had to give in
People are all clones of each other
They all look alike it makes you wonder
Where are all the true people gone?
Is shallowness and materialism a must now?
Her image was not accepted in the society
She had to give in and lose wieght quickly
She couldn't bear the suffery she was going through
She wanted to be happy, wanted something new
At the beggining she cut down her food
She appauled dinner, everything was good
She lost a little weight after days
But that wasnt enough because nothing had changed
She cut down her food a little bit more
Sacrifices had to be made so she'll be adored
Everyday she'd way harself on the scale
Then she'd say "it's not enough, i look like a whale"
Everyone noticed how thin she was getting
But she didnt believe, she said they were lying
The pain inside was still living
Like a tree it was still growing
Made her believe that she was fat
And no matter what she'll always be like she always had
To become thinner she considered food her enemy
She stopped eating and considered exiercise her remedy
She became thinner and thinner everyday
Hoping that the sun will shine on her someday
Days, months and years passed away
In the hospital she lies today
The doctor says there's a big chance she's dying
The little pupils in her eyes go drowning
Everything went wrong when she went further
When all she wanted was to live happier
Unfortunately, happiness didnt make it's way through
Because the tree of pain had already grew
It's covered her sight with it's shadow
She couldnt see the sunshine even if she tried to
People around her were still the same
And deep inside still lived the pain
Nothing could've changed her view of happiness
Unless she decided to erase the loneliness
Now her life is ending and for ever more
She's lost everything, she's lost it all....
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 11:00 AM UTC
Two Men,
Traveled into the forest,
Very foolish and wise,
When they came across,
A shoe,
With many lies.
Peter asked Harry,
What they shall do,
They had found an old,
And broken shoe.
When suddenly,
The shoe came alive,
It had gown thick,
And sturdy eyes.
The men were so frightened,
Yet so eager and suspenseful,
They were willing
To know more,
About this little ripped sore.
The shoe opened its mouth,
And only said 3 words,
Fly with birds.
These men were confused,
Very clueless and dumb,
Peter had aimed for a target,
Then spit out his gum.
The shoe spoke again,
“Fly with birds”,
Yet only a fool,
Would follow that,
But they were nerds.
The men ran together; frightened,
Holding the shoe,
They knew what was happening,
They really, really knew.
The men were now lost,
So sorrow and blue,
What was that strong stench?
Could it be the shoe?
At that very moment,
The shoe flied up,
To the birds,
And when he landed with them,
He said, “Hey nerds”.
The men were fooled,
By a clever shoe,
Who knew he’s fly free,
Without any of thee.
Both nerds
Were now speechless,
Yet nowhere to be found,
But then finally decided,
To turn back around.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
scurrying to the lavatory
frantically fumbling
belt unhooked
button fly, de-flied
hook thumbs against the skin
and drag the bottoms down mid-calf
feel the cool breeze on your
recently freed junk
bent at the knees ya’ll
and set gently
the plastic cap to the porcelain god
diligently protecting your **** cheeks
from the cold damp germ-laden white
doom tube….
relax, don’t push too hard
this is a natural as the rain
buzzing bees
but more like a waterfall
after a flood
debri passes
logs fall
mud and grime
crash down
down
down
reach over and begin to gather your specified amount
of toilet tissue
go ahead, don’t be scared
be sure to cover your hand skin
we don’t want a poo finger
then
wipe!
wipe, again
wipe until there’s nothing left to wipe
we all want a clean bootyhole
don’t we?
grab up those trousers
or elegant gown
and reattach or fasten
the button, zipper, or belt
straighten your gear in the mirror
and wash
wash
wash
we don’t want a poo finger
do we?
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Words wandered to express your charm
Poem could not portray your smile
Sonnet sauntered resetting the rhyme to your tune
Acrostics acquired feelings to fill out your name.
Free verse flied away fluttering it's words
Knowing it's about you. About you.
Ineffable beautiful soul.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
The Great Depression
Days where countries felt like secession
The deadly dust bowl swept crops away
The stock market crashed
Everyone had to pay
The Great Depression
A lot of people died
From the dust that flew by
As the tumbleweeds flied
The Great Depression
The money went away
Food was rationed
But not every day
Most of the food
Was sent away
For the soldiers
That risk their lives everyday
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
When we first met
time flied,
We loved each other
we lied,
We argued
tongue tied,
We said goodbye
we tried.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Now at ICU, I've followed my body
I did won battling my lunacy
But the prize was so high
My poor body gave up, my soul flied
My friend, my brother, my mother and my Jane
Weeping so much but still hoping, wishing and praying
Fight my friend, stay my son, wake up my love
Their emotions are so true, no one will ever doubt
What am I doing? I must do something
Now that I know that life still has a lot of meaning
So I shifted and laid my soul in my body
They are the reason why I must not give up that easy
I try to move my hand, did they see that?
Try to smile, hopefully someone look at
I must force some nerves, to truly wake up
Praying hard that I can blink my eyes and finally be back
"Oh God!" they've all shouted "doc, doc he is crying"
I counted one, two.... they will be surprised I know
Three... I'm so hopeful, and force my body to sit up
"I'm so sorry we've lost him" said the doctor as I look at my body, now a smiling crying corpse...
written: September 8, 2014 @ 4:55 pm
Mysterious Aries
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC
*I caught luck in my left hand,
And held a fire in my heart.
It's a starless night,
And I'm a window away,
This glass has never felt so thick.
Your stare traverses galaxies,
But it can't touch vernacular,
Only ensure mysteries.
Strangely endearing,
I let luck free.
Wished on another star,
Fire flied free.*
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
That day, the sun as bright as yellow-white,
the day Robinhood met Cinderella
on the fairgrounds at Montezuma
and Cervantes white steed was neighing
tied to the fence
and both them,
)Robin and Cindy(
at the same time
went over to try and calm him
and Cervantes tilted ( a bit high drunk stupored )
he was. Spilt the horse's water
all over both of them.
Cinderella's white shirt
became transparent.
Nubs soft curves
all apparent.
Robin stood,
impressed by the display before him.
Then, Maid Marion showed up,
grabbed Robin by the scruff of his neck.
And Cervantes saw Don Quixote
approaching.
Quickly he threw
the horses blanket
over Cinderella's beauty.
He whispered in her ear,
I know this abandoned windmill
near, we might
have a tilt or two,
Cinderella lost a shoe running
to the horse to mount
with Cervantes
whipping reins and dust flied
as they disappeared
to never ever be
seen again.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
Two Men,
Traveled into the forest,
Very foolish and wise,
When they came across,
A shoe,
With many lies.
Peter asked Harry,
What they shall do,
They had found an old,
And broken shoe.
When suddenly,
The shoe came alive,
It had gown thick,
And sturdy eyes.
The men were so frightened,
Yet so eager and suspenseful,
They were willing
To know more,
About this little ripped sore.
The shoe opened its mouth,
And only said 3 words,
Fly with birds.
These men were confused,
Very clueless and dumb,
Peter had aimed for a target,
Then spit out his gum.
The shoe spoke again,
“Fly with birds”,
Yet only a fool,
Would follow that,
But they were nerds.
The men ran together; frightened,
Holding the shoe,
They knew what was happening,
They really, really knew.
The men were now lost,
So sorrow and blue,
What was that strong stench?
Could it be the shoe?
At that very moment,
The shoe flied up,
To the birds,
And when he landed with them,
He said, “Hey nerds”.
The men were fooled,
By a clever shoe,
Who knew he’s fly free,
Without any of thee.
Both nerds
Were now speechless,
Yet nowhere to be found,
But then finally decided,
To turn back around.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
I am He, as He is Me
As I was falling in love with you,
Your heart began to break.
Such disappointment in your eyes;
As I allowed you my heart to take.
Now forever entwined with you inside,
I stay in pain, to leave you standing alone in the light.
For life it seems, looks down on me
And laughs, not smiles; this is my purgatory.
Punishment, for being so ****** stupid!
Why the Hell, couldn’t I just go through with it?
Instead of just running away with misery…
I live a life of regrets; it is all I am left with.
For years now, I’ve wasted my time;
When all along, I had already met my Wife.
We just didn’t know it, until we touched
And now that night shall be remembered forever by each of us.
I couldn’t believe how good we could become;
But now it feels like we have always been in love.
This is for you, you beautiful lady:
I am in love with you…
Head spinning, loco, loon;
Crazy, e-love for only you.
You know of my love for Her;
It is minute compared to the love I will always feel for you.
For I knew with Her it would never work;
But with you I knew it couldn’t work,
Because back then I was a ****
Now I hope after all this time,
You too still feel the same.
Because I see your soul in your eyes
And your eyes speak of someone who has already loved…
Only to be shown loves grave.
But you are my angel;
You simply make all my problems and my history go away.
Imagine your brain has just been born
And it can believe me with no cynicism.
I look deep into your eyes and you naturally smile,
As I speak to you the words of ‘Within’.
I flied! I flied! No, you falled.
She loves me! She loves me! No, she isn’t interested at all.
I am in love with You!!!
I love You, yes I do!!!
Yep, yep, yep.
Me and You.
All I ask for, is for you to truly believe me, when I tell you…
Goo, goo, ga, choo!
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
He held his gun,
Prepared to snipe,
An evil laugh was given from distance,
And through the air it disappeared,
He pushed the grip,
The bullet flied,
And it landed inside the heart,
Of what was once called,
"Brother"...
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
My tale begins in a magnificent place
Where legends are created and given a face
About a little black fish from a far away land
Searching for light in a living space
So mighty the fish to give a hand
To rescue the seas from a darkness unplanned
The rainbow of colors that was once plain to see
replaced with dark shadows floating above sand
The fish named Shazhad was prince of the sea
It was his job to keep bright for all eternity
The living seas by dawn or by night
The absence of light is a mystery
He swam through the dark, such was his plight
Shahzad flied through the water like a bird in flight
Up ahead, something was gleaming in the sand
Finally, the little black fish found his flashlight
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
6 minutes until the new year
Me and a sliver balloon waiting for my wish to fly up
Wearing my white fury hat while the yard cats are looking at me
My mint thin cigarette and my yellow lighter in my pocket
Waiting for me to smoke some nicotine in my lungs
Four minutes left..
The sky is full of clouds and the balloon is shivering to fly up
Optimistic shall I be?
And now its a new year
The balloon flied to the sky..
One wish I asked
to be myself and to be carefree
Then a happy smile colored my face
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
The man in the casket
was beloved in this town.
To us kids he’d been “Doc”-
Its hard believing he’s gone.
A long time ago,
on a field far away,
He had been a young Giant
waiting his chance to play.
“Doc” Graham had played baseball
in many minor league parks,
in an age before lights,
in an age before darks.
An elegant fielder
with a strong rifle arm
“Doc” had one “cup of coffee”
and then he was gone.
He played in right field
on a warm Brooklyn day
you could look it up
the old professor would say,.
He played in the field
but was denied an at bat.
He was waiting on deck
when Claude Elliott flied out.
Though quick as the moonlight
through shadowy leaves,
“Doc” never again played
in the National League.
He hit the books instead
and became a physician
In our small town of Chisholm,
he found a position.
A lifetime of love
yields a lifetime of care:
He tended our needs
and shared in our prayers
No trace of self-pity-
having missed that at bat.
Being “Doc” to us all
meant far more to him than that.
Now Moonlight is elusive
never grasped in your hands.
But on nights short of heroes
I remember this man.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC