"fnd" poems - Hello Poetry

A wise man once said "I have a dream." I dream in black and white, and for me, my future doesn't look too bright. A newspaper reporter, and even if they're failing, my bream boat never stopped sailing. I dream that no matter how many doors are slammed in my face, and no matter how many long I must chase, I will conquer this dream. A famous man did said "Dreaming is where the impossible happen." Another wise man once said "Hope for a better future." I hope that one day there will be world peace, human cooperation, and a bond of unbreakable love between every nation that expands across every ocean. Blacks, white, yellow, tan. I hope one day all wars and fighting will be ended and resolved. I hope that every family and every friend will fnd that true happiness, which is the reason for living. And I hope one day to help take a step towards all of that. I hope for a greener world. But a frog once said "It ain't easy being green." A third wise man once said "Wish for a better tomorrow." I wish that tomorrow when I wake up that I'll be able to make someone's day. Fix a mistake I've made. And work towards a new beginning. I wish for the future to be able to be a new me. To roll over each morning and kiss my loving husband, make breakfast for my kids, and I wish for a happy life. But hey...A famous rock star said "You can't always get what you want."

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May 20, 2012

May 20, 2012 at 3:20 PM UTC

harley-dyer

Dream. Hope. Wish.

A wise man once said "I have a dream." I dream in black and white, and for me, my future doesn't look too bright. A newspaper reporter, and even if they're failing, my bream boat never stopped sailing. I dream that no matter how many doors are slammed in my face, and no matter how many long I must chase, I will conquer this dream. A famous man did said "Dreaming is where the impossible happen." Another wise man once said "Hope for a better future." I hope that one day there will be world peace, human cooperation, and a bond of unbreakable love between every nation that expands across every ocean. Blacks, white, yellow, tan. I hope one day all wars and fighting will be ended and resolved. I hope that every family and every friend will fnd that true happiness, which is the reason for living. And I hope one day to help take a step towards all of that. I hope for a greener world. But a frog once said "It ain't easy being green." A third wise man once said "Wish for a better tomorrow." I wish that tomorrow when I wake up that I'll be able to make someone's day. Fix a mistake I've made. And work towards a new beginning. I wish for the future to be able to be a new me. To roll over each morning and kiss my loving husband, make breakfast for my kids, and I wish for a happy life. But hey...A famous rock star said "You can't always get what you want."

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A river that moves swiftly, yet harsh. No matter where you are, no matter how close you get, you may be able to hear the roaring river, but you will never be able to fnd it. You hear the loud beating of the roaring river, it beats louder and louder until the end of my time. And that roaring river is none other than, my lonesome beating heart........

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Jan 26, 2012

Jan 26, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC

abigail-rayna-bailey-1

Roaring River

A river that moves swiftly, yet harsh. No matter where you are, no matter how close you get, you may be able to hear the roaring river, but you will never be able to fnd it. You hear the loud beating of the roaring river, it beats louder and louder until the end of my time. And that roaring river is none other than, my lonesome beating heart........

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When you live with someone who has Alzheimer’s your house feels haunted Mostly at night Only ghosts wander like that So aimlessly It is metal pounding in the garage a knife in my hand and the deep breathed fear of What’s behind door number 2 It is him halfway inside a dryer Trying to get out I sleep with my door open listen carefully like a ghost hunter for the way he haunts the halls for the soft pat of skin on tile collapse fnd the moaning I carry him to the bathroom He is the heaviest ghost ever A different kind of dead weight I light him a cigarette The cherry glows red in the dark The tobacco crackles with each puff He calls me nurse calls me some other name one I’ve never heard before He is just practicing It is hard to be good at being so lost Even now that I am a man he still scares me scares me differently Startles me in the dark comes around corners crawls on the floor towards me I am not always ready for that Before He scared me the way a feral dog scares living food A certain kind of animal inside of him Now he isn’t so wild Taming takes so much away He is dark spots on tan paper crusted blood on nose and head yellow ET cigarette stained fingertips He is me in thirty years He is barbiturate slack jaw Forward lean balance struggle And at night he is so much a ghost I forget about his good days and wonder What’s the point? My house is haunted by a man who has never not gone Bump in the night

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Jun 13, 2012

Jun 13, 2012 at 5:21 AM UTC

jon-tobias

When you Live with Someone who has Alzheimer's your House Feels Haunted

When you live with someone who has Alzheimer’s your house feels haunted Mostly at night Only ghosts wander like that So aimlessly It is metal pounding in the garage a knife in my hand and the deep breathed fear of What’s behind door number 2 It is him halfway inside a dryer Trying to get out I sleep with my door open listen carefully like a ghost hunter for the way he haunts the halls for the soft pat of skin on tile collapse fnd the moaning I carry him to the bathroom He is the heaviest ghost ever A different kind of dead weight I light him a cigarette The cherry glows red in the dark The tobacco crackles with each puff He calls me nurse calls me some other name one I’ve never heard before He is just practicing It is hard to be good at being so lost Even now that I am a man he still scares me scares me differently Startles me in the dark comes around corners crawls on the floor towards me I am not always ready for that Before He scared me the way a feral dog scares living food A certain kind of animal inside of him Now he isn’t so wild Taming takes so much away He is dark spots on tan paper crusted blood on nose and head yellow ET cigarette stained fingertips He is me in thirty years He is barbiturate slack jaw Forward lean balance struggle And at night he is so much a ghost I forget about his good days and wonder What’s the point? My house is haunted by a man who has never not gone Bump in the night

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how many years since we heard from joe a curious combo combing hurt and happy.. some inspired bass some real ******* sensitive lyrics.. he was 6 foot 6.. his piano composition is further inspiration i felt jealous and sick.. stepping out i glowed inside and howled along..! into the light young old tv gone fnd.. he made too a song called cancer.. everything gives you cancer.. listen now.. never hear live a lively rumbo or something.. and don´ t played that piano.. good on yer joe.. iv not unlike alladin sane kind of a bit bowie not so formulaic less structured.. he rambles along like tottering on a cliff a bit more melancholic there is a lack of direction and a child like frustation the genius tired by genius.. the whole thing lacking any kind of melody but quite melodic.. some of the single notes might have been aliens.. lol.. and the pianist was his first and only cut..and saved the day when we are to plummet into insanity.. there comes the saxaphone which purrs and loves us into breath.. and that first boing!!!! astrix joe jackson a real songwriter..

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Oct 27, 2018

Oct 27, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC

michael-john

how many years since we astrix

how many years since we heard from joe a curious combo combing hurt and happy.. some inspired bass some real ******* sensitive lyrics.. he was 6 foot 6.. his piano composition is further inspiration i felt jealous and sick.. stepping out i glowed inside and howled along..! into the light young old tv gone fnd.. he made too a song called cancer.. everything gives you cancer.. listen now.. never hear live a lively rumbo or something.. and don´ t played that piano.. good on yer joe.. iv not unlike alladin sane kind of a bit bowie not so formulaic less structured.. he rambles along like tottering on a cliff a bit more melancholic there is a lack of direction and a child like frustation the genius tired by genius.. the whole thing lacking any kind of melody but quite melodic.. some of the single notes might have been aliens.. lol.. and the pianist was his first and only cut..and saved the day when we are to plummet into insanity.. there comes the saxaphone which purrs and loves us into breath.. and that first boing!!!! astrix joe jackson a real songwriter..

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