"freinds" poems
I’VE BEEN WAITING
ALL YEAR FOR THIS DAY.
ALL THE MUSLIM BROTHERS
STANDING SIDE BY SIDE in anticipation,
EID HAS COME SO LETS UNITE AND SPREADS MESSAGE OF ALLAH
THAT EID HAS COME.
All kids will see the gift for you and me
the feeling is there till night.
30 days of fasting comes to an end
Together with your family and friends
Wonderful feeling the fills the world with joy, peace and happiness.
Hope that all these belessing will there in the door step of your success
Muslims wake up early morn
Have a bath put new dresses.
family freinds come over
on this joyous day.
Eid Mubark to all the muslims in the world!!
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 8:13 AM UTC
He is only 10 he should
be crying beacuse he
feel down,not beacuse
someone called him a ***
She's only 12,she
should be playing with
makeup,not razors..
He's only 14 he should be out with his freinds,
not tying ropes...
She's only 16, she
should be out on dates,
not staraving herself...
They were all 18, they
should have been
celebrating graduation,
not a furneral...
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
ohhhhh..... santa be good to me this year
ohhhhh..... santa i love your fluffy beard
ohhhhh..... santa i sent you my big list
ohhhhh..... santa i sealed it with a kiss
on Christmas eve the big man knew he had a job to do
he'd worked all year to fill his sacks and bring some Christmas cheer
his elfs and freinds had wrapped and wrapped until it was all done
now santa's night is nearly here its time to have some fun
ohhhhh..... santa be good to me this year
ohhhhh..... santa i love your fluffy beard
ohhhhh..... santa i sent you my big list
ohhhhh..... santa i sealed it with a kiss
Now children listen did you do good and be a star shine bright
Now children listen did you do good so santa comes tonight
he knows you know the ones that show a love and care for him
its santa's secret so he says ....rudolph lets begin
ohhhhh..... santa be good to me this year
ohhhhh..... santa i love your fluffy beard
ohhhhh..... santa i sent you my big list
ohhhhh..... santa i sealed it with a kiss
** ** ** a mince pie please as santa leaves his sack
and dont forget the reindeers food or we wont be back
a tipple of sherry and a note ...saying thanks a lot
see ya next year santa says chimney up i pop
ohhhhh..... santa be good to me this year
ohhhhh..... santa dear i look
ohhhhh..... santa yes yes yes yes yes.. pressies all around
ohhhhh..... santa love ya lots and lots ..kissy kiss kiss kiss
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 1:14 AM UTC
i,d smelt that smell before ...death was at his door
he didnt know it ..yet i could smell it death would have him soon
he carried on as if nothing wrong yet i could smell so well
death was waiting ,panting stinking death was at his door
my nose did linger ,a smell so vile yet memories made me sad
that smell so well... that i knew dealt a deathy blow.. it sent a shiver
he looked quite well but soon would show the stench of ground below
freinds would crowd a grief alound ..showing respect now due
said good bye but did not cry as they melted away like snow
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 9:42 PM UTC
can you feel the emptiness
can you feel the pain
its there right inside of you
its there for all to see
feel it in your dreams
wanting breaking free
can you feel the emptiness
can you feel the pain
lost and gone forever
never to be seen
family ,freinds and lovers
faces in the sand
can you feel the emptiness
can you feel the pain
pictures from another world
times from long ago
memories held for evermore
can you feel the emptiness
can you feel the pain
emptiness has its hold on you
tears wet.. to ease the pain
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 11:13 PM UTC
Child: hey ma my freinds said they asked about the honey
Mum: Are you drunk?
Child: no
Child: is not alchool its hinoney ma hon
“Misscall from Mum”
Mum: R U @ stacy’s house?
“Misscall from Mum”
Child: Im at a beach a lake or iidkthe car
Mum: Answer your phone!
Mum: who is with you?
Child: can you come pick em uip
Child: me up
Child: i wan go hoke now
Mum: Yes baby just answer your phone we can figure out where you are
“Child could not be reached”
“Child could not be reached”
“Child could not be reached”
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
I remember when you said
I could tell you anything
But as soon as you found out my truth
You treat it like its nothing
Don't even care bout my happiness
Don't even care that I'm gay
You said you love me
As long as I do things your way
My own blood don't like me
I thought y'all be my last resort
But y'all minds small like the *****
You tuck in your shorts
When family turns you away
Just because I am a certain way
Can't deal with this ********
Gotta pack my bags and runway
I keep askin myself
Is it really worth the pain
To stay with people
Who turns my sunny skies to rain
Like a flower out the ground
I'm tryin to spout
But when I get stronger
Like a **** you try to throw me out
God knows I love y'all
But I can't handle this situation
I'm takin my things
And headed to the train station
Start a new life and find a soul mate
One who'll love me for everything and that appreciates
How sometimes freinds and family
They all turn against me
Just cause we two kings makin love so beautifully
God knows how much
I love my family
But they just don't understand
Why me an man be holding hands
Try to keep me away from him
They even told the preacher bout him
But our love is stronger
Nothin they do will keep me from him
I love my man so much
I just wanna be where ever he is
I'll travel cross country just to feel his kiss
And best of all he loves me
Even when nobody else agrees
The love we make is hotter than 100 degrees
And maybe one day
Everybody we'll see what I see him
And why I left my blood
Just so I can be with him
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
An American flag
Covering a box
With a fallen soldier
Who gave the ultimate sacrifice
Carrying a message of love
He fought and died
For his country
For his family
His freinds
He will be missed
And never forgotten
the men and women he saved
Now salute him
as he is carried off the C-47
He is finaly home
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
Good morning my friends
my fellow writer
there come a need
when we need to holler
we share our feelings
we share out thoughts
good morning world
and
thats just the start
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
She played it well,
so **** good like a busketball game,
but hell broke loss when
caught between the devil and the dillema.
She was a player such a **** poor one,
she never knew when to play her cards right,
bet she read the wrong menu when it came to killing two birds with one stone.
Her timing was poor,
but not so bad at it than how she failed to tell lies.
She would cry upon vanity all day long,
and let the poor boys believe they where the only ones.(i call them boys because they were not men enough to see)
She could have just practiced paliamory, ohh no i oppose on that.
What love could it have been for two people when she knew she loved only one.
Now her family and freinds are trapped in her lies,
defending the other guy from the other (they are being fooled).
As much as we were groomed and told to give away our toys.
i believe its time she lets go
for her mourns, tears and screams have come to the extent of reaveling to the whole world how naive but not innocent she is.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
chippy churpy happy birds
so full of joys of spring
hear their voices singing out
a wonderous glorious din
wake up to a song of summer
just around the bend
sing the spring into the day
a fabulous day again
chippy churpy sing along
tweeting as we go
bring a smile into today
and share it with your freinds
Apr 13, 2011
Apr 13, 2011 at 9:31 PM UTC
Sipping Red Wine
With
Disciplined disciples
Dining
With minds alike
Best friends,
Next of kin
I repent
For my sins
Then
Hug my worst enemy
As she
Kisses me
On the cheek...
"Here's my toast,
A final cheer"
I raise
Out my chair
Hold my glass
In the air
Final words spoken
In red
"Momento Mori
Remember the Alive
Soon becomes Dead!"
Lips stained
And wiped
With bread
My Body
And Blood
Portrays
The art
Of Me
Spilling my heart
As I talk
Of My Final walk
Remembered
For ages to come
The pages will turn
As nuns
Thumb
Through my revelations
Revealed
To show my appeal
For
Keeping it rea
lEveryone stands
Clap hands
I give the
Cue to sit
Then
Follow in suit
Before
The crucifix
Suited in an outfit
That helps
My family
Come to grips
With The Final dip
Into oblivion
Rest assure
The rest's assured
With a promised
That God keeps
Strenght
Will be
Bestowed
Upon the weak
Faith
Is best owed
To the one
Who speaks
"Let There Be Light"
And brightens
The darkness
Of life
I
Will take the pain
Of a thousand deaths
Take a thousand steps
With the wieght
Of the world on my shoulders
As I pass away
For my best freinds sins
As he watches me
Silently
Violently whipped
As blood drips
On a red shirt
Tye dyed
From the wine I sipped
The night before
I died
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
I don't care what anyone thinks
but i don't want to offend
so i'll leave it at:
My Family
MyChurch
Love
God
Poetry
Beautiful Women
Love Making
Different Positions
Hidden Vacations
Expensive Restaurants
My Cars
NASCAR
My Boats
Scuba Diving
My House
New Orleans Saints
My Toys
Golf
My Game Room
Poker with Freinds
Old School Music
Strip Clubs
Drug Free
Actually i'm always happy and don't know the word complain
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
a Christmas cheer to all you folk
a happy time we pray
freinds so near some afar
a Merry Christmas call
a time to sing and drink a toast
to you and one and all
time to say a prayer or so
to lost ones...to recall
may you relax ...enjoy this day
eat to much ..and laugh away
time to give to not receive
time to remember ...why
so raise you glass
enjoy this toast
and wishing you all well
a Happy Christmas one and all
under some mistletoe
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 12:05 PM UTC
I have a friend named Forgiveness
Who doesn't feel forgiven
I have a freind named Almighty
Who's never felt more weak
I have a friend named Loyalty
Who doesn't seem to trust me
I have a friend named Flighty
Who doesn't lift her feet
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
Our freinds are that our family we love to have them stay
for food and entertainment its always meant that way
for laughs and lots of golfing and tons oh tons of chat
is great to see them yet again for loads of this and that
Our freinds that are our family are great to be around
making fires and washing pots thats what its all about
we hope so sure we'll see them soon in warmer climates bound
in sunny parts of Malaga a welcome home is found
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 2:48 AM UTC
Everything can be going great. You're out on the town with freinds and you're following their car in front of you to the next destination. Suddenly, you're staring at the their fading taillights dissapear, you're in the center of a busy intersection and your car won't go into gear. Now the light has turned and everybody is waiting on you to go but all you can do is listen to the clutch grinding. Constantly worried, helpless, lost, and mostly dissapointed in yourself. Your mind races in empty circles looking for a grip to reality but you just sit and do nothing because all you can focus on is the spinning. That is what my adhd is to me.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Across the wasteland children roam
Across the ashes and the foam
Across the parents and the friends.
Trough homes and houses children march
With ignorance and arogance
Across the parents and the friends.
Across the highways and the schools
And their immagination rules
Their thoughs their deeds, their parents and their
freinds.
And in the mind of a desert child
There lives a garden of flowers
And so, he pours the water on the sand.
Across the wasteland children roam
Roam with no reason - to see the world
And so, with morbid look they forward step.
With shining blinks inside their eyes
Walk past dead people - dying souls
The people who ignore a wasteland's child.
And in the mind of an urban child
There lives a legend of the wild
Somewhere between the ruins Deamon lives.
And so in the mind of every boy
There lives a world - a realm unknown
And when we dont believe he runs away
Off to his own world with a sword
Across the wasteland with a word
Of "please", and tears he hides.
Across the wasteland children ran
Away from ruins and we cant cant
To bring him into world of ours.
So listen parents and the friends
Dont **** those worlds, dont bring the end
Upon the children who the wasteland roam.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
Birth from a new mother
Excruciating pain like no other
Don't worry
It'll be well worth the fight
Imagine the love shared,
you'll heal
A young child falls on concrete
Scrapes and cuts cover their knees
Don't worry
A bandage and kiss make it alright
Its gonna be ok I swear
you'll heal
Now a thirteen emotional and mean
Father died a honorable marine
Don't worry
One day again you'll feel serene
Talk, confide, it's ok to share
you'll heal
4 years later give all your love to a player
Caught kissing another, what a manipulator
Don't worry
Your future holds someone far greater
Even though it's not fair,
you'll heal
Now 22 with some freinds taking shroooms
Feelings of doom, hallucinations of your tomb
Don't worry
Could be helpful all things you may exhume
As you become more aware,
you'll heal.
Just turned 25, dumb drunk but still drive
Oak tree & car collide, ejected you took a dive
Don't worry
Not your day to die, god ensured you'd survive
Even after the scare
you'll heal
After another decade, all interaction you evade
Fake is all you see, it's a constant masquerade
Don't worry
Friends come and go, so no need to be afraid
Know good and evil dwells everywhere,
you'll heal
Only been a little while, can't help to feel denial
Every single thought you get is sad & suicidal
Don't worry
Calm down and grab a bible
This life we have is rare
you'll heal
Fast forward 12 months, tenth date over lunch
This may be the one, it's more than a hunch
Don't worry
9 years married with kids, not one but a bunch
Family life can be rough, sit, here's a chair
you'll heal
60 years old, reaper has you in a stranglehold
Life flashes, turning cold, your creator behold
Don't worry
In the end life will force us all to fold
Never again will you feel dispair
you have no need to heal anymore
-Ajm
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
I think im fat on some level even thoguth i know im not
I never understand myself
I lie so much I dont know what is true
I hate hurting people but everything i do seems to have a negative affect on someone I love
I hate disapointing people
I love when people disapoint me
I think suicide is selfish
and i hate that i have tried it 4 times
I wish I could be perfect for everyone
Even if i lose myself
I wish I could let someone else live my life while i just disapear
I fall in love with to many people I lose
I push away all of my freinds so they dont push away me
When I was younger i use to hit my legs with hammers so i wouldnt have to run track so i could stay home and help my mom (Why my knees always hurt)
I dont want people to care about me
And yet all I want to do is know you care
I want my father to hurt me so bad I'm not recognizable
Then I will finally feel the hurt I have wanted to feel my whole life
I forgot how to cry
When I was younger my best freind died of cancer
I use to be able to think of somethign sad and cry on demand
I just want someone to **** me
I day dream about murdering, hooking up, and ****** almost every one I see at random moments and I cant controll it.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
He sits there all day waiting ,eyes are old and face scarred
At the same corner everyday , for that ***** pavement he's a part
camouflaged in the chaotic noise , he tries to catch an eye
In a deep un-settling voice , he tries to woo the passer-by
But there is none who has time for his shouts and rants
Too busy walking-on , maybe a sorry with their hands
I wonder whats his story , its hard to believe but once he was a young man
What led him here , to the ***** pavement of this god-forsaken land
What choices did he make , what consequences he suffered
Which path did he choose , on what step he fluttered
Sometimes i can see him whispering but i can't hear what he utters
Smiling to his pet bird and stroking the tender feathers
Talking to self , theres no one else to share his pain
So alone and lost i wonder if he even remembers his name
He looks weak but I can see he was once strong
He has an old photograph where he sits and he's not alone
Maybe he searches for those faces , the ones gone
I wonder who were they , freinds or family
Or just some old relations that have now out-grown
Maybe some travellers passing-by , the ones he had never known
He walks away sometimes but i never did care to see where-to
He walks away with pride and out of my view
And one day he walked away to never return
I waited and hoped that one day he would turn
So i can tell him , what he was looking for he got in the end
That he was not alone , his emptiness made a friend
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
You know poetry is like standing naked on a busy street. But in a way it's very freeing. I don't share my poetry with my freinds and family. I guess I'm kinda scared to know just what they'd think. It's kind of like my ***** little secret. Things I would never talk about in real life, I can lay to rest on paper. Well that is if I can get to a peice of paper before I forget what's in my head. That happens quite often, but what can you do. I am well into my fifteys, and have the attention span of a nat. I think that's what I want to say. I'm not quite sure how long a nats attention span is. Come to think about it nats can be pretty anoying. God I hope I'm not anoying. Oh well what was I saying? Hey, can I get kicked off this site for aimlessly wandering through other peoples minds? Oh, back to the point. I do think I have one. POETRY is kinda like walking up to someone on the street and asking," Do you like my underware?".... Dam, I burnt the cookies.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC
Happy Birthday William
Happy Birthday son
an age of new beginings
and age of nearly man
a time for being grown up
but time to be a child
a laugh that no one gets no more
an age where you so can
a time for showing strength
yet gently goes the way
a time for cake and candles
a time for shaves and spray
an age where dad is kewl sometimes
an age where he is not
a mum that calls you in from out
a cry of whats the time ....
an age of girls now in your life
that you so want in quiet
time to man up now my son
a time... go break the cycle
time to spread your shoulders .... stand up proud and tall
time to take a view on life like never had before
time to make your peace..... enjoy the freinds you have
time to grab the future and take it by the hand
Happy Birthday William
Happy Birthday son
Oct 31, 2011
Oct 31, 2011 at 2:32 AM UTC
She was an enigma of a girl.
Always passionate and compassionate
but mean at the very best of times.
She was always changing.
Sometimes she was quiet, words delivered awkwardly
but sometimes she was loud and exciting.
She was funnier on paper
but smarter in person.
Her heart was spilled onto pages of books
and notes of songs
but never on her sleeve.
When you first look at her,
you could almost see right through her
but after you hear her voice,
you're always aware of her.
Her voice is deep as the Mississippi,
her laugh is always loud,
but soft when she talks about
special things.
Always willing to help
never willing to be helped.
Sometimes her eyes were so dark, they were almost black,
but when she was happy, they were chilled brown.
She was ******* up
but never thought about her own problems.
She was always happy to talk.
She was sensitive around her freinds
but tough around everyone else.
She was smart. The smartest.
But she simply didn't pass her classes.
She hated pericings but loved tattoos.
Her was curly but straight on sunny days.
She covered her mouth when she smiled.
No one was sure why.
She liked challenges but hated puzzles.
She loved poetry but hated puns.
Never could decide between flowers or skulls.
Pink or blue.
She was a geek. But she belonged
at the top of the food chain.
She loved to sing but hated performing.
Never sure who she wanted to be.
She was a talented musician but
failed at improv.
There was always a happy smile on her face
but she was rarely happy.
She loved so deeply.
But she threw herself around.
Always loyal, never confident.
Always afraid of being alone.
Of never becoming what she wanted to become.
She wanted to be somebody to someone
but never felt she could be.
She was a very specific person.
She waded in the shallows but longed for deep water.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC