"gra" poems
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• let the
ticks on
my wri-
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or that
of my
pulse •
for what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
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with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let slip
the loo-
se gra-
ins of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Jiwa ku terbang
Raga ku hilang
Raga ku menangis
Hati ku mencari
Saay hancur hati ku
Berkeping-keping bagai sisik
Susah dicari untuk dihiasi lagi
Untuk menjadi seutuhnya hati
Serpihan hati ini terbang
Sisa, ku peluk erat sampai ku mati
Sampai kembali lagi
Jiwa dan raga ku ke sini
Tempat terindah kini hatiku
Saat menemukan mereka
Dalam buaian hangat
Hidupku indah untuk selamanya
Le Gra,
created by. Aridea Purple
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 8:52 AM UTC
folks
this is the last song of the evening
time for one last round
so pick 'em up and
slam 'em down...
couples headin'
to the dance hall floor
some lonesome doves
walkin' out the door
take a look around
into the lonely fa-ces
broken hearts
yearnin' for tender gra-ces
see the hopeful eyes
lookin' back at you
you've seen each other
from across the room
if you act now
you wont be turned awa-y
another day
might be too la-te
oh i know
life ain't been kind
we've got - wounded hearts
but there's still time
so - here's a chance
ya never know
tho it's
just a dance
it could be more
so ya
take her hand
pull her in real close
music playin'
soft and slow
you close your eyes
as she softly si-ghs
starlit shadows
from a disco globe
we fade to black
on this winding road
lost and lonely
we pay the toll
just one last dance
before we go
just one last da-nce
before we go
and these bitter days
we watch them waste away
into the whiskey nights and
the smoke filled haze
we're singin'
Willie -n- Waylon
pray the music keeps playin'
as we drift away
into this whiskey haze
shadows of a memory
keep draggin' ya down
one last round
you slam it down
you close your eyes
as she soflty si-ghs
gently swayin'
across the floor
starlit shadows
from a disco globe
we fade to black
on this winding road
lost and lonely
we pay the toll
just one last dance
before we go
just one last da-nce
before we go
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Bunda...
Lahirkan aku di dunia
Itu berkat Tuhan Yang Maha Esa
Bunda...
Mengandung ku selama 9 bulan
Bertaruh nyawa demi nyawa
Bunda...
Besarkan aku bersama Ayah
Membimbing ku hingga sekolah
Bundaku...
Dahulu tidak sekolah
Namun ia pintar
Bundaku...
Berjuang untukku
Le Gra,
Aridea Purple
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
Deep perfume seeps still from the fallen rose Down down endlessly
filling the air with all that is pure, and soon all that is not
diamonds glisten upon its skin Sparkling in the summer heat, he
knows this won't be the end
moisture condenses around his roots, the tree growing up into
heaven, life surging around him, springing, growing, ripping
through the thick and crusted earth. Pun i ca gra na tum is such a complex word for what here has come to pass. the roots shooting down and spreading, their mirrors filling the sky, soaking up our
shining beams of phantasmal brilliance.
Only those loved have names wouldn't you Agree some are special
to the producing world, and Others are left to rot, take the fruit of a morning lily, no one loves her, yet she bears all the same
something stirs within his being, some new body grows out from
inside, some new some new some new something new. The sky fills
with blood espousal carillon, their pods filling rich and new,
chiming out for all to hear the dawn rising, the birds flying, yes,
hear them fly above as you watch their song paint the sky in cool
purples and blues.
Color is so trite and love is so outdated and there are those who
wish for the end of the world as well Creation falling to the Ground
as the rosebud does in winter
united in final ecstasy, the bells descend as dying mistrals unveil
our sinking crown, sound-bow dripping away
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Craving one's cinnamon zest
To pull mine hair
To showeth me to her caress
To maketh amare in moonlight crescent
To whirl the fellow sun
To steameth up the castle window's
On telephone drenchy fun
To walketh in lost forest's
To Mardi gra's brine soaking,
Of ourn brim to floweth over by the ounce!!!!
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
.
" Oh
grandmother"
she said, "what
big ears you have"
"All the better to
hear you with
m y dear." "But
gr and mother,
w hat big eyes
you have. " "All
the better to se
e you with""But
gra n d mother,
what a b i g
mouth you h a
ve" All the bet
ter to eat you
o u t w i t h." "B u t g r a n d
m o t h e r, w h a t a B I G
**** y o u h ave." " All the
b etter to F U C K you."
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Valentines is torture,
And my birthday is a mess,
New Years is a lot of noise,
And Arbor Day's A pest,
Halloween's a horror,
But I guess I must confess,
That I really don't hate Christmas!
Flag Day is infernal,
April Fool is just a bore,
Mardi Gra's A waste,
Unless you own a candy store,
All these other holidays,
I admit that I abhor,
But I really don't hate Christmas!
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
Making me sing daily for her,
Far used to be the sorrows,
Maddening was my love,
Made her feel special..
Me singing & writing poetry,
Separately for her was regular...
For her I will improve myself,
Testing my capabilities I am,
Reeling the love I kindle inside,
Peeling I'm my hard outer shell..
Companion of mine is perfect,
Together we gelled just so well,
Tomorrow seems very golden,
Grappling with all the troubles,
Challenging time with my effort,
Focused were all my techniques,
Graduating in the field of love,
Completed seemed my jigsaw.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
Be gra'te full when you die
and be one in your own head.
:-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
Paul@
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych *** under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con ***** dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
Star Boats Floating
Upon Water Clear
Starry Night Girl
Oh Starry Night
Intention Set
By Fires Flame
Long Ago Girl
Yes Long Ago
Returning
Waters
Of Love Divine
Starry Night Girl
Ire Starry Night
By Red Your Dark
Still **** Mine
Turn Your Eyes World
Turn Your Eyes
For Her
This turn
Dru Shift
Gra time
Gratis Oman Gratins OEM
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
part of my job (a love poem)
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checking in & on you, part of my job, I explain,
need a status update, re and about what’s new,
on the flora and fauna studded moors, how’s the traffic in Mumbai,
have the Prince and Princess come to visit your nearby island,
how’s that pendant I sent hanging, still cracked, letting letters in,
the curfew imposition getting in the way of your poetry writing,
tell me what it is like to be a young man in Morocco, need your input,
do you know that I love imagining being in love with you, so exotic,
while I hunker down in a bunker, forty story concrete stories on
a gra-nite island,
wondering how you pass your Sunday morning, in bed, in church, in your head,
seeing poem fireflies coming from the beach, how your language takes, enraptures,
captures my cellar pulses electrifying, I am yours unbidden and I forgiven & unfortunate,
swimming on the West Coast beaches, pools and eddies, rip tide currants & currents,
******* me into your world and the fun, the challenges of loving you from afar
do you know that I love imagining being in love with you, so exotic,
locating your presence on the grid, illegally concocting our ionic physics connections
in ways you remain so unaware and me, dancing delighted on the edge between
blurting out how I feel about you, you, in France, and foreign lands, all over,
when you read this, do the hairs sudden tickle, sensing my presence, when grasping
you hand, kissing your neck, do you regain/retain consciousness of my affection,
plain hard and drawn to you, sans affectations, and we walk in contented silence
on country lanes, beach trails, crowded ***** megalopolis city stained small streets,
and now that you know that I feel so much desire to grasp you in my adoration hands,
will you accept that a man’s love who you have never seen can be so willful strong
that
you know that I love imagining being in love with you, so exotic, and the pleasure of it
grows stronger daily when you send me words that infect me with subtlety severe ****
and now I go, the slipping and sliding into the land of having checked in on you,
where my job is to love you from afar
8:41AM Sunday March 15th twentyfolded twice
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
da swabian a saxon?!
nein!
then we sorted out
a prodigy
of world war two
and a calculation:
of komora-morda
tank-engine-"room"-gob:
as a "father"
i tell you:
keep it strict,
the rest remains
under the "brigade"
of a "journalism"...
da contra dać....
i to byt...
kres,
tym-tam kreska...
nic i nić...
dwie lewe
a raptem dwie
pary sznurówek...
kto?
ten gra
i tym szeptem: ochota;
blud: pizda,
a tym wart: wilk.
o grybo branie: borowik,
ciota, rz...
tzn. kurka:
kurva yego mac.
no kurva: czytajem yem
ten lady...
blad...
błąd! błąd!
lady? 'krajnem?
kurva ni wim szto!
'yba 'udy, p.s.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC