"gived" poems
2007
Mummy mummy mummy. !
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Mummy Mummy MUMMY.!!
Look what I have done.
Rhyming moon with June.
Gived me sooo much fun.
I done it on myself.
So does it make me one?
Yes my dear sweet poet
From all that mummy taught you.
Hurry grow up fast
And make yourself a blooming
FORTUNE.
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Written by Philip. 2/11/2018
(Wishful thinking)
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Trapped in the basement i gat no where to go,
I turn to the left,
turn to the right,and there wasn't even an open door,
no one was there to help me,
but i was all alone,
trying to find a way out,
even calling on my phone,
there wasnt even one signal,
that could of be my only hope,
but sorry i decides that i want to let go,
i then gived up and prayed to GOD,
asking him to protect me and to help me find a way out,
but there was a light,
where he came down from heaven,
he gaved me a sword,
inscribe upon it was eleven,
the mighty number,the number of god,
Jesus is the king,and God is our lord
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
Should of loved
Should of cared
Should of wanted
Should of shared
Should of needed
Should of stayed
Should of hoped
Should of prayed
Should of said
Should of told
Should of noticed
Should of hold
Should of helped
Should of lived
Should of listened
Should of gived
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
So what if my hairline is far back
So what if I'm different from a lot of people
God made us all to be different
I wish I had this kind of mind back in middle school
Shoot it's crazy how I was da ***** people liked to talk about
I remember I use to have suicidal thoughts *** well
Cause the people I was around made me feel like I was in hell
Shoot I remember how them girls use to diss me
Especially when my friends use tried to hook me up
Them girls looked at me and laughed hard I ll admit I felt ashamed then
But now I don't care
Why cause I'm me
Imma be me till the day I die
To the people who are getting bullied
Don't cry
Just look pass these hateful people
We all have our own story to life
We shouldn't let words effect how we live
Cause at the end we'll only be giving the enemy what they want gived
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
2007
Mummy mummy mummy. !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mummy Mummy MUMMY.!!
Look what I have done.
Rhyming moon with June.
Gived me sooo much fun.
I done it on myself.
So does it make me one?
Yes my dear sweet poet
From all that mummy taught you.
Hurry grow up fast
And make yourself a blooming
FORTUNE.
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Written by Philip. 2/11/2018
(Wishful thinking)
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
You can search if you like, the library of those who have lived.
Row after row of dusty books, stories of some that gived.
Others are just pages of lamenting, describing their pain and loss.
Scribbles of things unsaid and things that silence cost.
You may just find your book, amidst the stacks of stories unfinished.
Ink still wet on the pages, of a life not yet diminished.
In there you’ll find a sentence, in which you casually mention me.
In my book you’ll find a chapter, of which was written for thee.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
The Night falls
Whilst cries of Fear and Terror calls
Echo "s in the Night Sky,
Only the Rememberance of better
Days Gone by.
The Moon weeps silently down
His Tears,
The Stars burdened with Fears
Struggle to shine,
In a sky once they only owned.
Angels prepare for war
Their Time has come,
Whilst the forces of this World
SUrrenders to no one.
War amongst men has begun
The Silence of Night is filled-
sounds of sCreams from those killed,
Peace belong to Yesterday
Destruction forcefully arise.
And in Heaven
Gods hand withdraws,
His eyes closed
His heart saddened,
The End of Times in motion.
In HIM lies humanities only Hope
Earths desire for rebirth evoked
Innocent blood flows
Like rivers upon the dust.
War spares no living Soul
Of Man against man-
Both young and old
Fighting to only Live-
Only returning as ashes to ashes
To a embattled Earth
From hence Life was gived.
"May YOU
Our God
Watch over us"
....
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
In the blink of an eye,
One day its "us", the next its not,
This has gotten my heart in a knot.
Blinking eye stares into the sky
Wastefully wondering why.
The clouds form your face a lot,
And my heart feels like its been shot,
And its still beating awry.
Heart beats bleeding bruises,
For I fell for the perfect angel
And this heart is forever grateful
For letting it have what it chooses.
No matter how short lived
I thank you for what you gave, given, gived.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC