"gavin" poems
So proud to live in Queensland, for all it has to share
For anywhere else, in this great land I really just don't care.
I love the smell of burning cane
The ash flying through the air.
This sunburnt state was my home before I went away.
My wife and kids I left behind, hoping to see another day
I answered this great nations call when I was just nineteen.
That didn't stop the enthusiasm, boy I was so keen.
Timor, Iraq, Afghanistan, before I turned twenty five.
On return home to this state my life then took a dive.
The friend left first, the social life. No more did that exist.
The nightmares and the drinking took their place, to this day they do persist.
My family suffered most of all, my moods went bad to worse.
I went through stages where i almost gave up on everything in my life that had any worth.
I got some help in Hospital to help mend my tormented ways.
That way I can spend the rest of my life spending all my days,
In this sunburnt state of ours, at the family home
Now I only feel normal, when I am alone
I now spend all my time on the family farm raising sheep pigs chooks and cows.They can at least be trusted, I can spend hours and hours
This state is more than just a loc, a place you say you live, Queensland is the only place that has given so much, but still continues to give.
I love this state, ill never move. Till the day I die
Even if they said to me, it's easy if you try
But when I go remember that, I have been tormented, torn and broken,
but at least i lived in paradise the truest words ever spoken
Gavin H
20 May 2014
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
A royal blood, behold the vessel of her dread and grace,
Drenched in the thrones of cold, immortal heavens.
A kiss, both tender and dangerous, melts the heart of one true love,
Shrouded in the veil of the deepest night.
A goddess of love, pale and unwavering,
Haunts his dreams with spectral devotion,
Her pristine beauty bending the very norms of angels,
While shadows cling to the favor she bears.
For in her presence, greatness and doom entwine—
Your Majesty, feared and adored alike
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC
The milk coffee skies of Paris in May,
make the Seine river look insanely gray.
At sunrise it’s quiet -
the traffic’s mostly bikes
our digs are luxurious and private
my school stress is waning - it’s nice
I want to get up sigh
I don’t want to get up,
We’ll vote on it later -
I think it’s a tossup.
What will today bring?
More thunderstorms and kisses?
grin I hope so.
I pull the covers up.
Peter stretches and asks,
“what are you doing?”
I chuckle, and say,
“Come and find me,”
when he does,
Paris is fun in May
.
.
songs for this:
How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees
Houdini by Dua Lipa
Disco Boots by Gavin Turik
Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 6:57 PM UTC
When I opened the Christmas gifts you got for me and vice versa.
On the way out to eat, you looked over your right shoulder just to observe traffic and all I could think about was how clear your eyes were from my view.
Every single time we say goodbye on the phone.
When we were sitting in Qdoba and you grabbed my hands, stared at me, smiled, and chuckled, insisting I was cute.
We were looking at the Waukesha skyline, and as we turned to get back to your car and escape the December cold, you tripped over the last standing Christmas tree that overlooked the city and I laughed hysterically.
When we raced across the Target parking lot and you beat me by a landslide, but you almost knocked a family over as you hardly stopped yourself from running into them.
The first time we ever skyped, my heart stopped as you looked at your whiteboard, doing homework. I still stop myself from saying it, every time you do.
When I was sitting in the passenger seat of your car in the Target parking lot, and you leaned over and kissed me. No warning. Just the kiss. You pulled back and smiled, forehead to forehead. Neither of us said one word.
When you spoke to me in nothing but Dance Gavin Dance lyrics for practically a whole day.
When you told me that this wasn't the relationship you thought it would be. I bit my tongue and held back tears.
I let you vent.
I let you disconnect.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 9:28 PM UTC
**Andy
(Rest in peace)
True Courage
Thomas Rex
Purvi Gadia
Konr
Víctor Manuel Serna
Liz And Lilacs
WM
Ember Evanescent
anxiety
Closed Story
Andrew Quikkes
Amber K
Steel
Peter Robert Hamilton
Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg
Creep that Loves You
Kiyuki
I miss you...
And of course
Gavin**
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:07 PM UTC
My Response to Ember Evanescent's 10 Poets Challenge (incase you're incapable of reading titles I'll be momentarily redundant)
These are some of my favourite poets on the site, some of whom I know in real life (from B.H.P) others who I have discovered and come to know through the site these past few months (A.H.P.).
In alphabetical order, I'd like to pay tribute to:
A Sickening Love ~ skilled poetess and my extraordinary friend who writes heartbreakingly relatable poems. She gives me strength, always.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/ASickeningLove/
Andy ~ my first ever like and follow, I may be somewhat bias towards you, putting you here. He has such a beautiful, independent style.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/Hp/
Deafening Silence ~ the reason I joined this site. I've been poem-stalking them for years on Poem Hunter, and when I saw them on here... well, I felt prompted to join, so here I am. I am 100% in love with their work, and am also 100% frustrated because they've not been on since I joined so I haven't been able to tell them they inspire me so. (Sorry this is way longer than the others, I rambled some.)
>> http://hellopoetry.com/deafening-silence/
Gavin Barnard ~ posts work that I can relate to. He has a very passionate writing style and I highly recommend reading him.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/gavin-barnard/
Kay ~ is the love of my life. Just kidding. But Kay is my rose, she has been the peer-writer I have looked up to for as long as I can remember. She is so talented, I hope to be half the writer she is.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/dearestdarling/
konr ~ I get so excited when I see a new piece from konr. He has such a way with words that he leaves me breathless. Every. **** Time.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/konr/
Layla Thurman ~ writes my thoughts most days. I'm not joking, she's incredible.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/walrusfaces/
Thomas King ~ is someone who, like konr, I look for his pieces and get completely wrapped up in his artistry. Utterly addicting.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/deplorability/
True Courage ~ makes a statement with each piece he writes. I am a huge fan, highly recommend.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/justin-devitt/
WM ~ is a genius. Please go read Walter's work, he is so talented. Huge fan of him.
>> http://hellopoetry.com/walter-m/
(Also, if you care, two of my favorite classics:
Christina Rossetti & W. H. Auden)
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
Someday I want to be the only boy living in New York.
the skyscrapers will be my protectors, and the taxis, my companions.
I was given so much potential to be something I am not.
I am lost at sea floating adrift on a raft, and when I let go it will all be over.
My mind is spinning with a circus of emotions.
One day I will be wiser than the tallest tree.
As of now i am a figment in a world of horror, a spec in a scene of destruction.
I feel as if I am a bystander in my own body, I watch as good and bad things happen to me.
I feel nothing.
My life is extraordinarily prolonged, and there is nothing I can do about it.
There is a war in my mind.
I watch as people are brainwashed by the glow of their luminescent phone screens.
The world we know is falling apart, and I feel as if I am the only one to notice this.
No one truly cares about anything or anyone.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
I sat in restless chairs
I breathed stilted air
what feeling compares
with feeling squandered?
I’m not sadfishing,
I was bored at a 5-star hotel.
I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool
and I felt like I was marinating in boredom.
It was as if the loudest thing in our suite was
the sound of my eyelashes flapping up and down.
I wasn’t in solitary confinement,
Lisa was there too - and just-as bored.
She didn’t complain, 'cause she’s ‘New Yorker’ stoic.
So I started complaining for her - for the team.
We’d filtered every boutique,
sampled every eclectic café,
there’s just nothing to do in Geneva.
It is an implacable reality.
Peter (my bf) was at work all day and we were on vacation.
It’s different when he’s around.
He walks into the room and I feel like
a phone that’s been placed on its charger
- the world lights up and I get - charged.
“We should make a list,” I'd announced, “the pros and cons of boredom.”
“No,” Lisa said, “Let’s name fun things.”
“Fruity Pebbles popcorn,” I started.
“Girl panda makeup” Lisa offered,
“Foot massages and bubblegum”
“Cotton candy and sunflowers”
“Holidays and sparkly things!”
- we went on and on and on and -
“kittens” I updogged dreamily, before I switched the subject completely.
“We need to go to Paris!” I pronounced, excitedly.
“Oh yeah?” Lisa asked, with a little side head-bob.
“Actionable intel,” I whispered, “Grandmère wants to see me.”
Lisa gasped, adding, “You’re in TROUBLE,” drawing the last syllable out slowly.
“That would be a first,” I laughed.
“Kisses!” She exclaimed, resuming the game.
I remembered the first time I thought of kissing Peter. The thought was a flash, an emotional Rorschach test and I smiled. It was like a movie kiss, an abstract heaven - not the breathy, ****** kisses of real life.
“Where’d you go?” Lisa asked, grinning.
Some emotions are too thick for words.
.
.
Songs for this:
Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan
Disco Boots by Gavin Turek
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
/ only failing
comes through
with a spectacular
fashion...
the rest?
just the usual -
grey face, the tie,
albeit tremendous
attire,
and a well donned
grin...
something...
stupendous,
and "in-the-moment"
"leisure"
with a lost "activity"
to, "convince":
or, actually,
never convene around
the pussy-whipped
boy-scouts,
love the punk frisk though...
it's a bit like:
i will never grow up,
contra:
and i won't because
i've been down-selected
like a wheelchair burden
of a person...
which in the case of
stephen hawkings...
if you know the story
of stephen hawkings(')...
is that a martyr,
or a charity chase
given all the provided examples
for a pontiff?!
i said european
"martial arts" begins with
unlearning being kicked
in the *****
allowing the 4th knuckle
to become protruded...
"softened"...
pussy-whipped, sure...
macho macho macho...
macho macho macho...
can't exactly picture your
face,
punching a brick wall;
and i'm seriously trying,
before the rage blackout.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
*Sitting in my room,
staring at my phone,
Looking at our texts.
My heart melts seeing
those little heart emojis.
I’m staying awake
for hopes to fall for you.*
Deep in the black of the night,
Laying in bed, staying awake for you.
This feeling I cannot begin to ponder
Marks this unending wonder.
*I’m falling, and this time it’s not so scary.
It’s fast as hell, But I’m ready to take a chance.
At school I wait to talk to you,
Getting butterflies that you might feel this way too.*
The highlight of my day
Isn't just that someone talks to me,
But someone I can understand.
Someone that loves my poetry.
Maybe someday, we can be free.
*We met through poetry, my first love,
And now it’s setting me free, to be with you.
Lets run away together, We can be
star-crossed-poets, Not just lovers.*
If I told you that I wanted to take your hand
And fly away with you, would you believe me?
So many times I’ve been crushed from society,
Being lifted back up from you is unfathomable.
*I’m falling in love,
I’m sending you love,
Upload my hug,
I love you “yet”.*
This feeling called “love”
I have mistakened before
Is now stronger than ever.
I never wanted to tell you
With these barriers in our way,
But I can’t hold it back forever.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Please explain to me how I always seem to fall so hard but I never come back up
It’s like I’ve fallen to the bottom of the ocean
And I can’t seem to surface
I want to be your beauty
But you are certainly no beast
Last nights late thoughts lead me to think I could be Anna and you we’re wonderful Kristof
I just hope you don’t turn into Hans
I lost my glass slipper
Would you search your kingdom for me?
If my name was Ariel I would change the story line to be with you
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
well... i've just stumbled upon this channel
recently,
gavin mcinnes
has been on my radar for some time,
but then this guy comes along and grips
my attention... lionel nation...
and he's talking some pretty interesting
**** while selling his slap-friendly mug,
on a mug (oh the irony)...
but, i have this bach ear for making comparisons,
like this curse, for remembering
people's face... i.e.?
there were four of us, walking in the street
at night, a car pulls up... a pakistani jumps
out of the car, and snatches my friend's mobile
out of his hand...
i start looking at the license plate
of the car and tell one of my friends to note it down,
we go to the police station and report it...
next thing i know, england has won *the ashes
match* against australia, and i'm being asked to
recognise the culprit, through a series of mugshots
at a police-station, then standing in court,
and arguing with the defendent's lawyer...
who shows me the picture of the culprit and asks:
is this really the person you saw steal the mobile
phone?
and i reply... see the date on this photograph?
it's 4 years old... people tend to change with ageing.
anyway...
with relation to the youtubers?
i don't know who's copying who...
it might be gavin mcinnes copying the mannerisms
of lionel nation, or the reversed...
or maybe it's a billy joel's new york state of mind,
**** knows...
oh sure... i'm "down with the kids", the alt. news outlets,
i'm into this current fetish,
like i might be watching ****** of, girls,
simply ************
i have to admit, having played with my neighbour's
girl, playing with barbies and kens...
this is a step up... a big, step up...
she cut mine off, moulded it into plastic,
and now i'm just... waving my hand in the crotch area;
did my groin, really step into a sauna
that i need to fan the missing part?
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
Your endurance and strength are powerful, you are the reason I go on
I am the luckiest man in the world, you have not yet gone
You taught me well, to ensure decisions are the right ones to make
But, there is only so much a man like me can ultimately take
I have stood at the base of the tree looking up towards the sky
I wonder and I fret over the reasons why
I look into the distance, past the leaves, looking at something far
the thought of you crosses my mind like a shooting star
It seems I don't have the courage to do this evil act
I remember when we were talking and I made that little pact
I will never take my life, by my own hand
I pledge today, to fight on through, I'm going to make a stand
Gavin H
21 May 2014
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
We are the same.
Same hair, Same eyes,
Same everything.
Give us each a flag, with subtle changes and see how different we become.
Gavin H
21 May 2014
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
He was the first man to see me, full of pride, strength and power.
He taught me things no one else ever could. Was there at any hour.
As I got older, you helped me get past things I couldn't see through.
There are not many men to get into my group of trusted few.
I consider him more a friend, than I ever will to you
The bond I have with him, I doubt you have a clue
Time goes on and he has aged forever in a day
I wanna take this opportunity to say I love you dad, if thats okay.
I know your getting older dad, our time is running out fast.
But the bond between a father and son is one that will always last.
Gavin H
21 May 2014.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
There's a boy who makes me smile and his name is Gavin.
He makes me feel like everything is okay even when I feel, like there's nothing...
Gavin is the reason I wake up and live. I live to love him! There are some days where I don't really know if he's the one for me but my heart tells me, that he loves me and I shouldn't take him for granted.
No matter where I go or do, I'll always come back to him because he is my sanctuary. I love him and I'll never stop loving him.
I'd drop anything, just for him and he is who makes me want to become a better partner. I know that I'm not really a good partner but I just need to him to show me how to attend to his needs. He is the greatest person in my life and I could just lay my head on his shoulder and stay that way forever. I could forget a thousand things but I wouldn't ever forget about him! People may say that I don't love him but they don't know that I cry because I feel like I'm not doing enough for him. People and distance could keep us apart but no circumstance could keep my love away from him. I love him very much ❤️
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
A memory cast in pieces of hatred,
A heart indwells in mud of sins,
The twisted covers the truth with their smiles,
Slaughtering hearts of beloveds,
Shedding blood sinking right in their wickedness,
Their hatred eyes craving for downfalls,
To swallow our precious hearts,
From depths of their hearts,
Our bloodstream was never forgotten,
But the Lord Sustains the Righteousness.
Author: Sebake Gavin
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
Sebake Gavin
¿¿Como estas??
Everything is lost,
All we ever had of our breath then ulcerated,
All our troubles matured,
Your mystery rising like a yeast of flour,
Even our breath disappeared so white in the sky,
I failed to recognise myself before the mirror,
All i could see was a chance of another hatred,
Are you gonna love like you never had,
Coz i've been crying long in my sleep,
Am i cursed only to find a lover like you?
People are real but i guess love is not,
You killed me....but you said you love me,
I see all your loved ones trying and dying for you,
While you just sit and watch,
And just smiling for their death,
Surely thunders will strikes you and no one will care,
But you don't have to take it to your heart,
Coz surely no one will miss you,
But that's just how i feel,
Just my anger talking,
And just be sure you have been warned,
And only you could be........You will be!!
You dont have to judge me,
Just angry thanks to your stupidity,
Fix that smile on your face,
Before it destroys you with your heavy breath,
And i would love to hear ya lovely smile,
And would love to **** for a second chance,
Only to drown in your arms,
To feel all the love i never felt,
To feel your lovely kisses,
Do they still taste like a bit of heaven,
Sweeter than the breath i ever dranked,
The last kiss fired and captured our vulnerable breath,
Burning all our crazy little secrets,
And their ashes were lost,
We laid hopelessly listening to the sound of our breath failing,
In your eyes i see sadness,
Hello!!!are you still there??
©26 August 2017 - South Africa
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
1:30 on a Sunday night
That's when everyone found out the secrets about me
The lies I told
The ways I manipulated them
Look before I go to sleep and wake up back in the other me, I can feel him fighting me now, please you have to listen, I need to find you, I need to find you soon. I need to fall in love and have someone fall in love with me. I need to tell the truth and tell you all that I can't do this for much longer and that the things in my head are getting worse and I can already tell the other me is changing what I'm saying and please for the love of God, why God won't you help me, please I don't want to live like this, I can't live like this, I can't take this. I'm going to end up doing something stupid and I'm so afraid of what that might be. I'm so sorry Gavin. I'm sorry Andrew. I'm so sorry for admitting defeat. Oh god I need help. I can't recognize the man in my mirror. Why can't I remember what I look like? Why can't I just die and stop feeling so ******* sad. Why can't I just feel something please for the love of God please let me feel something other than anger. I'm sorry God, I'm so sorry for not believing in you, I'm sorry for all the people I hurt. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC