"grammer" poems
It ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Readin’ writin’ and sech lack that stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ at the factory line ever day either.
And it sher ain’t like ahm a teacher ner nuthin.
Ahm jess a regular person, nothin spayshul
Ah ain’t no docterr of rocket science
Ahm jess a working guy, and kinda playful.
Ah half tah admit, ah do get things wrong
And sometahms ah can make a big mess
But ah do have minny, minny good points
And ahm a rilly good person, irregardless.
But things like writin’ readin’ and
Grammer and other sech borin’ stuff
Ah stopped carin’ ‘bout at twelve
‘Cause ah found it more than kinda tuff.
Ah mean, it ain’t lack ah ain’t never
Gunna need to know reedickaluss stuff lie cat.
Ahm jess gunna graduate and then
Ah’ll go to work with Dad and drahve a bobcat.
Ain’t nobuddy needs algebra for that
Er fer workin’ on a factory line ever day either.
Ah sherr don’t need it to work digging
Er runnin’ sewer lahns er plummin’ pipes neither.
So, folks can jess give up on tryin’
To turn me into some kinda egghead scholar.
After all, it was good enough for my dad
To go to work, and work hard to earn a dollar.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
This fits nicely into the story of my life
A nice chapter leading up to the ******
The ****** that wasn't as long and steady as it should have been
A ****** that took a vertical drop to an unresolved conclusion
This fits nicely into the story of my life
It took up a few pages
But I'll have to wait for the publication of the sequal
to find out what happens next
This rough draft of Part II is a bad sketch
There is grammer errors and mispellingz
My punctuation. Is off as, well as my punctuality
But the sequal will be released in time
As the author of my story,
I'm not sure any words will start with the letter you.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
*Clinging to PAST TENSE
Trying for FUTURE PERFECT
Making all PRESENT TENSE
All VERBS tensed.*
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
I found some grammer of the universe:
Not easy to catch, but easy to find,
as it is simply everywhere.
In the navel and in the fridge.
In a teacup and in a dream.
In a memory and in a grain of dust
as much as in a withering biography.
Sometimes I mix up prepositions,
so that I my beloved feels demagnified.
But I will take the effort to spell lovable meaning in that language.
And it happens that I use wrong keys
- and I don't get the meaning of sentences
that couchsurf my mind - but it's all furnished
with such a beautiful mess. Oh dear,
let me play on you(r) combinations.
And embed the failure in the long run of light.
I know, everything is meant to glow.
Furthermore there is the challenge of silence,
t h e a b s o l u t e l y s u p e r c o n n e c t i v e
muting the noisy pain of opposition.
Let us meditate on that.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
Morning
the alarm goes off
I wake up
I turn it off
I go back to sleep
My mom or dad comes in
they wake me back up
I lie in bed
for 10 more minutes
then I get up
I go to the bathroom
and stare at myself in the mirror
I sigh...
I pretend to wash my face
I go back to my room
I stare at my closet
and decide what I'm going to wear
I get dressed
I go down stairs
I eat one of the following items:
oat meal
-Chocolate chip
-Maple brown sugar
-apple cinnamon
Whole wheat bagel with almond butter, peanut butter, cinnamon, and/or jam
cereal if there are any good options
-Peanut butter bumpers
-GOOD granola
-organic chocolate *****
with coconut milk
toast with the same things as bagels
I say good morning to parents
I argue with my sister
I drink my orange juice
eat my vitamins
bring my stuff up to the sink
go up stairs
I lie on my bed
I go into the bathroom
I brush my teeth
I go downstairs
I pack my backpack
I pick out some shoes
I yawn
I go to school
School
I go to advisory
We play cake(a game)
First class
I space out
I draw pictures
unless that class is of the following:
PE
Writing lab (if it's not about grammer or spelling)
Art
Music(Because all the string instruments make it impossible)
I go to math
I get too confused to know what the hell is going on
I go to writing lab
we write and then teacher goes into some speech about commas
I go to french
I have no idea what the teachers talking about
I go to PE
If we aren't playing soccer, basketball, dodgeball, batmitten, capture the flag, or volleyball than I ****
Lunch
Yay!
I eat
I talk
I chill
More classes
Art
I tell my teacher how much I love her outfit
I read the board
and I make art
Music
UGHHHH
THE TEACHER IS SUCH A GRUMP!!!
I listen to her yell at people
I play my instrument
Study
Almost done with school
I finish a bit of homework
Going home (Or going nordic skiing)
I get a snack
I do homework
I have dinner with the family
I do more homework
I get ready for bed
I read
I go to bed
Every day is the same
the weekend is just a bunch of chores
hanging with friends some times
and stay up late watching my favorite shows:
Bones
Glee
CSI NY
CONAN
SNL
Ugh I need a change.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
wow!!! my grammer poor
sorry rich person
my grammer poor an
i'am poor .that's shareing
the love of hope.
an understanding in life
have no money not even
dime. an no
social skill.
because my grammer
poor an i'am poor.
i'am nice i give last
dime from my pocket.
to feed that child
on street once again.
because my grammer
poor an i'am poor.
sorry rich person
for being blind.
because grammer
so poor.
an i'am poor
because have no skill.
because i'am poor.
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 12:36 AM UTC
Me ain't no perfect speechifyer or scribbler
But I curse the mistakes I makes
I had a stipud airor in my last poem
So what. Why should I kare?
I should' nt : **** i do
I fill the need to be perfect 100 persent of the tyme
Win it coms to grammer and usedage
Dos a meckanic need to drive perfectly;
No and ain't no nobody say nothin
**** i fill the nead to be perfact allways
It just ain't fair
How ever: ain't one people out of 363 reader
Said nothin to me
Sew may be I m the only ones who aspects
Me too bee purfect!
Or were u thinkin how Ironicable?
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Hahah Really!?
Just because we err doesn't mean we dumb.
Or that we don't hear
It just means we fail
And lie.
Still victorious conquerors, more or less.
Some heir to dress.
You big G
Talk a walk with me
Follow or staulk it thats up your tree
But error is that flawfasee?
known one as religiously
Scaled eyes your puck stuckin suckin cant
see and im iceman ****
your deviliceofsee ....devise of demons indructreent but still I don't fluctypueight or punctuate till I say best the rest is your jokers test
Freewill defines who a joke and whos left right?
Im sorry. But judges get, not so nice. Cause
Old is light tenned frend bend matters it does to you jedi and saint tho too gamer and player show view. I switch from me and then back to you. But what order is up 2 you.
Good game yo ^-^ hope I showed love more than judgement...
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Dear wizard of computer,
of the world.
have idea spining around
in my head.
let build computer,
with home libarry an voice reader.
i speaking about literature ebook.
my friends
build it on the hard drive.
of computer.
then have home school courses ware
on to hard drive also.
grammer school an high school.
study material.
may help people more educated about life.
make more people happy about life .
share gift knowledge is true gift in life.
an that my idea , people.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
rich person my grammer is poor
where your heart.
an soul on the money.
i see on money i see.
i have a heart of gold.
i try help people.
to see the light.
but my grammer poor.
i'am so sorry i'am not
smart . sorry i'am poor
sorry i'am poor.
some time i wish iwas evil
but love people for who they
are .but thing remain
my grammer poor .
have no mind because
i'am slow. i try do my best
but people say grammer
poor . that truly hurt
mead me cry once again.
i want to be normal but what is normal.
have big bank account.
or heart gold that care about people.
because grammer poor an i'am poor
sorry richie person i'am so dum an poor.
ownly blank with poor grammer.
that it poor grammer i poor man spoken
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
the world is too full of people
a lot of practises, norms, traditions
something i can't get along
i have had it in me
languages, oceans, love, seasons
unfed, uncultured
i refuse to open up
to the danger living out there
it might swallow it up
i went away...i subtracted
from all the additions
and madness, jury's, promises
vows, linkages
this silence that i possess is worth a language
of speeches, made up by words
so carefully sewed by grammer, adjectives and nouns
a beautiful place - trees
love, nature, mountains ..child's careless laughter
open yet so concealed
souls sees it - dances it with the sensations
coming out ..like a sun amidst dark clouds
i stay like i care least
shrugging off everything ..and everyone
not of that, not of this
in my heart..i contain all
feeling of beauty ..feltful sadness
converted into deep joys
rivers, cold glaciers into melting snow .
there is much that can be spoken about
it's only..silences in me
take me along..much more
than language with such torn up words
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
If you're a good writer
I've probably already fallen
in love with your words
if you make good music
you most likely own
a part of my soul
undoubtedly
if when you message me
you use proper grammer
punctuation
and complete sentences
there's no denying
I take you seriously
something in the way you word things
the way that each consonant sings
as I breathe in the simple things
you say to me
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
But wait, I am a net –sending waves, breathing photons
causing beautiful thunderstorms, that light up various paths.
I flower the dark. I emerge, I subside, I take wing.
I am always close to an unwritten poem
that gathers more than just the sum of single pieces.
The “I“ appears to be the skin of mind
that wants to be caressed by grammer and explanations.
I think, “I“ thinks in heavy dictionaries
translating itself into questions. Who am I. Who I am.
Just one guarantee: Beyond, all tracks go together.
I mean the source of thunderstorms.
From this point – light up now.
September 2013
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
The one who faulter
Always see the misuse of clausal
In words other folks utter
But their own level of blunder
Is beyond semantic border
*
When people see the Faulter
Their voice’s got to come down
I mean; they’d got to mutter
Or else he’ll out-hauled ya
And make y’all feel like defaulter
*
Anyway; don’t bother
He’s just a wave; I mean disturbance
Who’s trying to put you under
And make you feel like you’re smaller
With the hurting words he utter
*
The one who faulter
I see; you get phrasal appraisal
For those you syntactically ******
And those that you make feel like you’re worth than
And for your ballyhoo blabber
*
The one who faulter
Always note the mistake of others
See; the one who faulter
Always speak to impress
When others do express __ themselves ___ he jest
Aiming to make them feel less
*
The one who faulter
I heard your first name is grammer
You’re the top gammer; infact you’re the alpha
But; how far
Is that a reason for you to see others as gamma
*
The one who faulter
Always put on his shoulder
You know; a linguistic hunter
With his fanatic grammer
But listen to this word-art
Fluency is not the portal
To a successful life span
*
Let’s put that aside
Why’d you act like you can’t commit liguicide
When none is above grammatical suicide
So, why give yourself ah heart-attack
Or pro’ly ended-up berserked
*
You call yourself a philosopher; I wonder
Have you win a soul over
Or it’s fun making heart sober
And de-philosophising others
But unlike them; your psych cannot put me asunder
*
The one who faulter
Tell me; what have you achieved
Beside you being a criticizer
Brother; don’t that make you a freak
Coz your mind state ‘s been altar
*
Now listen
Even scientist like newton
And others who invented interesting new thing
Don’t need your linguistic-type English
To express their point of view
Hope that concept gets to you
*
Anyway Mr Faulter
The aim of language is to understand each other
So, leave the grammatical slogan
For the linguish brother
More important; English is not the language of my ancestral father
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Walking in a corn field the other day
I came across a scare Crow standing there
His shirt was stuffed full of oldesy maze
A big smile of I'm so beautiful to wear
He had a look of I'm the only one in life
That knows anything that's worth knowing
Perfectly at home was he with a big stick
Placed well up where the wind is often blowing
Looked as wonderful as he alone believed
Had no time for others that had traveled so
A proud look upon his painted face to wear
Ask him anything and I'm sure that he'd know
Not ever realizing he never knew that grammer
Was a piece of fruit that made the perfect pie
And yes the crows simply adored him endlessly
He was covered in crow calling cards from the sky
But thats his little world and being nice I guess
That's where he'll always be so easy thus to find
All dressed up in his best stuffed shirt of blue
The academic scare crow with little else on his mind
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Sumimasen, chotto.
Donde esta la bibliotecia?
Yo tengo un gato in los pantalones.
How can I even speak english?
The simple answer,
I can't.
My words fall short,
I loose my train of thought.
My grammer tries to autocorrect itself in the worsest of ways.
I'm often teased that I have my own language,
and yet my writing comes across well.
I can speak a mix of languages,
but barely.
I speak Annanese,
I can't speak at all.
I just get nervous and my sentence structure falls to ruin.
I'm too shy for my own good.
And yet I can become too bubbly and worry that I speak too much.
It's always too much,
or not enough.
Never balanced.
Why can't I just speak my mind?
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
This is my canvas.
Just like you have seven colors
I have twenty six letters.
I have a finite number of ways to get you to feel.
I have boundaries set up by history and grammer.
I have these inhumane words to work with,
but
I can elicit a sad feeling
without having to use blue.
And I'm not so sure
that's something you could do.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
Then She Appeared
(XTC)
In a Lonely Place
(The Smithereens)
Holding Out for a Hero
(Bonnie Tyler)
Heartbreak Girl
(5 Seconds of Summer)
I Will Follow You
(RIVVRS)
Talk to Me
(Stevie Nicks)
Say You Like Me
(We the Kings)
See A Little Light
(Bob Mould)
Wherever We Are
(Oh Gravity)
(I’ll) Take You Home
(Scars on 45)
Come to Me
(Goo Goo Dolls)
(I) Miss You Like Hell
(Nightly)
(I Know I Can) Treat You Better
(Shawn Mendes)
(In a) New Light
(John Mayer)
Unity
(Shinedown)
Eyes on You
(Kings of Leon)
Crazy Beautiful
(Andy Grammer)
Something Good Can Work
(2 Door Cinema Club)
Swimming in the Moonlight
(Bad Suns)
Overjoyed
(Matchbox Twenty)
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
It is possible
for grammar to-
be a mistake ... sometimes
words are
NEVER perfect
I type,
text
errors
true words,
though
run like a stream
FLOWING
from my brain
BUT
this brain
my brain
had been
under construction
for all
my entire being
words
were born in here
in my brain
developed
collecting
images
from my....
surroundings
elevation
no conclusion
BUT
I was counting
scrambling numbers
poor additions
about life
adding, nothing
NOT YET.... no method
salvation
with a bit
of seizure
relying on them
to save me
deppening on them
to revive a tune
to make these mistakes
look pretty???
There are
many languages devided
= many errors in
perfect grammar
+
the ones with gutts
rasing amo
graph-ic-assurence
firing reprisal
______________________=
unique insignifacance
intellect that does not belong
to the world
it is possible
for mistakes
to be a grammar
unexplained
not understanding
why I have to prove
perfection
when
there is no such existance
in humen kind.
© The Madd Hatteress
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
When all I see is darkness,
Your my light,
When all I see is hate,
Your there to be my mum and love me,
I love you,
Your the one who went through the pain so I could be born,
I'm more than thankful,
So with this poem,
I hope you understand how much I love you
When I'm a teen,
I might act as rude as others do,
But no matter what others do..
I will never hate you,
Your amazing,
And ...
I'm weird,
So are you,
I love you...
but your always gonna be the crazy funny mum you are,
I'M A BANNANA
YOUR A BANNANA
WERE ALL BANNANAS
I HAVE NO GRAMMER
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
You
You should know by now
that your flashing cursor
lives in a temporary domain
That you will only
remain silent
between chatting neurons
and won't live to see
the day 10 years
from now
I'll be sipping from
champaign flutes,
you'll gather dust,
and your color will fade
by the sun without guilt
nor remorse
Your logo is a curse,
a badge,
that reads
Hello My Name Is:
existence temporary.
for you don't know me
nor the font I choose
you don't feel these words
like I do
You think your so
perfect by correcting
the misspelled
and underlining
past mistakes
You can take your
fascists dictionary
and grammer
machine
and depart into
darkness
into
a cold
black screen
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 11:42 PM UTC
The way everything else does.
Everything has a foundation,
A solid block to stand on.
Songs need a perfect string of syllables,
And a cool, catchy tune.
A book needs character arcs
And a story that can make one swoon.
But a poem chooses what it does,
What it says and how it says it,
w e c a n s p a c e o u t t h e l e t t e r s
OR TYPE IN ALL CAPS.
i to of
am limited the lines the
not implied page
and i dont rlly have to use proper grammer, nessisarily,
Because as long as a poem gets across its message,
The "why" of it all,
Well, that's a good poem in MY book,
My book of feelings nailed in the wall.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Poets are just authors
who get straight to the point
at least that's what my teacher
told me once
I don't know if I believe it
I'm an author too, sometimes
and others it just seems better
for poems, for prose, for rhyme
Sometimes I wonder if
The earth is really rounded
or if it's just a oblong
distant lands and distant seas
I like poetry because with stories
They want you to make sense
and with poems you can
just go and go and go
I like poetry because
my prose is all that's judged
not my grammer or my speling
or anything at all
Perhaps it's all too clever
so poetic, so in tune
Artistic and amazing
so clear and so immune
I feel immortal with my poetry
with my rhymes and with my nots
All the way to everything
All the way to nothing
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Back to the beginning
I mentally retreat
To a city called Boston
40 Warwick Street
Some memories are bitter
Some were sweet
But they equal out
On my balance sheet
Occasionally
When I chose to talk
About summers in Boston
And Winters in New York
I remember being at
My great-grandmother’s knee
In Boston, Mass
She was Granny to me
See that’s how I spent
My formative years
Between New York and Boston
Steady switching gears
A product of both cities
Or so it appears
Back when television sets
Had rabbit ears
Grammer school in New York
High school in Boston
Are some of the things
That my mind gets lost in
There’s more I could tell
About What’s In-between
That I haven’t mentioned
Like what I’ve seen
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC