"gard" poems
I'm sick of sad teenage girls
crying out
"I've been used"
"I've been had"
"He lied"
"I was never loved"
Fear not sad teenage girls
it is clear what happened
the castle you keep your heart in was stormed
and
that tiny little princess that knew no evil
lowered her drawbridge
So, may I say?
Let it go
Mistakes will be made
That little princess can still grow
because she now knows
some are evil
dastardly
deceptive
all for the lowering of that drawbridge
Gard that castle well sad teenage girl
and never again will you know the selfish deeds
of some "Prince Charming" mounted on a less than noble steed
the sad will fade and trust can be fostered
just make sure he isn't an imposter
accept the past
because life is more than your love last
move onward
smile
Or, he might pass by
as if he were just another guy
So I say to you sad teenage girls
This too shall pass
in the meantime,
take your
melodramatic
self-absorbed
excuses
and toss them away
move onward to bigger and better things
because you are beautiful
strong and empowered
move on teenage girl
concern yourself with life
so later
if you choose to be a wife
she will not have to feel
like that sad teenage girl
lowering her drawbridge
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
•high in the
mountains, he grew we-
ary and ragged•
• his sight turned
cloudy, chin un-
shaven and face hag-
gard•removed his boots
for his feet did stink•
sleep he wanted but not
without a drink•one big
swig and he downed it all•
then he was asleep before the
sun could fall•many days visited,
many shadows cast•over this slum-
bering man, many moons had passed
•one fateful day, his eyes did twitch
and then did open•he sprung aw-
ake to the life he had forsaken•his
musket dusty, his clothes in di-
sarray•his chin - a long beard
that has seen countless days•he
ran to his home before noontime
chime•he found only disbelief, for he had slept
a lifetime•
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:08 AM UTC
Usual coincidences? Gard de Montparnasse, paranoia interpretations of mobile phoney?
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
High pitch community
From one single tone
Can go from home
To a killing floor
Made all the more harrowing
Toxic trauma of the mind
Freeze up they said
Yet we push on
And we pushed hard
We pushed it too far
Then let down our gard
And now the lights flicker from green to red
A premonition of bloodshed
Locked inside the voice of
A brother or a friend
Neither one is talking now
Survive it says
Static cuts through
And the line drops dead
Outside my head the night goes on
Cheery faces basking in the light
Permissive out of innocence
Enjoying spite out of spite
Who is right
It doesn't matter
My eyes burn bright
But no one can hear
Screams are echoed all around
But transaction leaves my words devoid
Bliss is heard amiss, above
We coveted and now we pay
The price of our sin
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
Through the towns and country lanes
fortress walls and ancient stains
Roman treasures, aquaducts
the running bulls, a stroke of luck!
Cobblestone and feudal cracks
the culture weaves and summer smacks!
enchanted ramparts, medieval ruins
coliseums and communes
Aigues Mortes to Avignon
the rolling hills and castles strong
fields of grape and olive trees
cicadas singing on the breeze
Tranquil rivers, lost lagoons
horses prancing at high noon
flora and fauna in lofty decree!
say the sycamore and cypress tree
De Lumières in tomb-like calm
illuminating sounds of Brahm
Vermeer, Picasso and Van Goh
the ghosts of Voltaire and Rousseau
Les Baux-de-Provence's immersive stage
brush strokes wide from another age
chambers deep at quarry rock
the mesmerizing notes of Bach
Sacred figures, holy shrines
monestries in grand design
blocks, arches and polished stone
gladiators at the throne
Castle turrets and dungeon bars
the ancient bridge of Pont du Gard
chapel bells across la ville
spiral stairs where time stands still
Scrolls and chronicles filled with scars
church and state with dark memoirs
scholars, artists and dignitaries
in pursuit of God...and all his glory
Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 12:00 PM UTC
yay jo haal hoa sare- shaam hi,
siyah dasht -o- garibaan hoa,
Mjhay hasil naan tha jo kamal bhe,
Wo bay-sabab shikasta -o -jaan hoa..
aay rahbar -e-zindagi, yay kaisi taveel tar raat hai,
Naan amaan mili, naan hi koe imtihaan hoa!!
Wo jo pamaal kar gay meray khwab ko,
us hashar-e- jaan ka kia samaan hoa;
Yunheen gard main liptay bujhay khayal,
Shahr say jaanay ka yun ihtimaam hoa!
Yay rang nhn saraab hain,yay ehsaas say door paar hain,
Meray bayrabt say tootay pyaar main,Jo hoa tou bass yunheen hoa!!
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
It is said that if you read a poem called Tomino’s Hell
If read out loud things will not end well
As it is a way to summon Tomino who was cast down
For questioning & challenging Gods word
When he fell there was a crack, even the living had heard
Tomino fell from heaven, straight to hell
His mouth sowed shut for no secrets can he tell
He was not prepared with the hell he was shown
As Lucifer sits upon his mighty throne
With a surprisingly gently voice he says to not be afraid
He was not as what is imagined or portrayed
He is beyond the concept of beauty, its hard to explain
The torture, once you think there can’t be a higher pain
It gets worse; seemingly endless you start to go insane
Like heaven, each hell is designed just for you, none are the same
In Tomino’s you are constantly ripped apart
And a sensation, like someone squeezing your heart
Then it gets really dangerous & bad when you start to yearn
For the pain and the sweet, agonizing burn
Some may escape to the land of the living, but they always return
Especially Tomino who always brings a soul in tow
So whatever you do, don’t read aloud the poem below:
Tomino’s Poem
(Don’t read it, especially out loud!)
Enota ot nwod tsac neeb evah yam onimot
Enola ti o got sesufer eh tub
Oot nwod uoy gard lliw eh denommus si eh nehw os
Odnu ro epacse on si ereht, seod eh ecno
Od ot evah uoy lla s’that, doula meop eht woleb daer
Uoy rof emoc lliw onimot dna
Eurtnu si nettirw saw tahw rof
Uoy dniheb kool llew, daeh ruoy ni daer uoy fi, oob
Lley dna maercs uoy sa nwod uoy gard lliw eh
Lleh s’onimot ot emoclew dna seye ruoy nepo
Try reading it if you dare
But please beware
Because once you do
Your soul is sold to you know who
And while you are tortured, the scars on your soul adorning
Don’t say you had no warning!
Based On An Urban Legend
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC
A flower grew - bloomed,
Though doomed to short withered span.
The gard'ner so forced.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:54 PM UTC
Timing, instants are details, sfumata matter
softness sensed
you know
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This treeform knowing, watching life's works
conform to species, fully capable of doing
just as has been done,
selectively by patient hopeful gard'ners
and talented statistic students,
and Bible reading reformed drunks,
who had a deal with the truth, a good one,
told as
truth, being considered comprehendible,
by any mind declared independent enough
to know, truth's held as knacks is held, tight,
-if self evidence is all you got, you gotta define.
right thinkin'
tight enough to feel the weight of the wand,
right, just enough to let the child feel the water,
feel it, there, that shush, little baby,
we didn't know, we didn't know life is so hard,
at the edge of the roads all paved and painted,
while I feel blind in one eye, from onions.
Jul 5, 2024
Jul 5, 2024 at 8:29 PM UTC
Oh the sun never sets on the British empire. While it's elite get rich off of the backs of it's subjects. The bureaucrats craft their ideologies and implement their plans. All boxes are checked and everything is grand. Wait a moment a hick cup as occurred, a baby name Charlie Gard a name you might not have heard. The bureaucracy says that we shall just let him die, while mum and dad sit by and can only cry. The horror of the bureaucrats to take our child from us. The stress has become awful, it is just too much. Despite the attention that has come from abroad. The American President, even the Pope has gotten involved, but no there can be no help, no where or why. The socialist wankers of the European state say the baby has to die.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
time takes love and then
becomes a greenhouse gard’ner:
sprouting, blooming life
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
If I lean this
it is kind of left
by if I lean this this way
so ******* right
so I stand up straight
Queens Gard
.
period space
and
on
to infinity
.
Full stop.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Delirant, înrăit,
Sticlete răstignit.
Pe un vârf de gard clementin.
Vorbește-mi de dureri de suflet.
Ale inimii frânte dulci scobituri.
Vorbește-mi de vise curmate,
Ale vieții calme zguduituri.
Lumea alunecă, eu mă împiedic de
Compot de inimă rămas pentru o iarnă fără sfârșit.
Rămân eu în liniște.
Pun zahar într-o tăietură
Viitorul este strălucit sunt doar rea de gură.
Un vârf de şold vânăt
Cerul gurii o gulie
Bătută de grindină, amăruie.
Un cot, un călcâi, un om nătâng, un simplu cui.
Cablu fumegă furie, roşu prăfuit pe covor
Mă vrea să urlu de ciudă, de nervi, de dor.
Mă vrea pe margine de macara ori 9 metri sub pământ.
Timpul trece tot mai rece,
Tot ce *** să fac e să-i mănânc urmele.
Două mâini goale în zăpadă, nu tu mănuși nu tu buzunare,
Frig făcut ardoare
Pentru o stea căzătoare, pentru o viață nepăsătoare.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 3:40 PM UTC