"greave" poems
The girl behind the mask wasnt who she seemed
She made everyone fall and come to believe
That even the saddest people could be happy
Just for a while until things became sappy
The girl behind the mask tend to laugh alot
At jokes she found were funny, or maybe not
She showed everyone how lovely she could be
But in reality all she wanted was to go and leave
The girl behind the mask was bullied all day
Very few times would the kids let her play
But as the years past, this just proceded
And made her think that death should be succeeded
The girl behind the mask was soon no more
She discovered the ropes would make her soar
Through the clouds in heaven that would go so high
Now she was finally happy to really be alive
The girl behind the mask was living the dream
While everyone on earth soon began to greave
Even though she thought no one cared for her
Life without her quickly became a huge blur
The girl behind the mask looked down one night
To see that her sister had goined the flight
She came up to her and asked why she was here
And she answered this is suicidal girls only good fear
The girl behind the mask did not understand
Why her sister had goined this holy heartland
Then she realized that because of her choice
Her sister decided to leave earth to hear her voice
The girl behind the mask began to cry
She ended her sister's life so that she could come to fly
She discovered that maybe instead of having to say goodbye
She could've gotten someone to help her stay alive
The girl behind the mask soon did find
That maybe suicide doesnt help fix the bind
She went down to earth and gave it her charity
And said im sorry to all including her family
The girl behind the mask looked as she saw her mother
Clutching to the robe of her suicidal daughter
The girl had finally saw what she had done
So dont make the same mistake and dont grab the gun
(k.b)
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
I wish I'd fought
Fought for the fort of love
You were my heroine
My heroine made from pure ******
Then you lead me to a maze
A maze made from pure maize
And when you left me I wore my greave
But the greave didn't stop my greaving
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
To be, or not, to be...
That is plagiarism.
Although, the rested see..
It's the only "ism"
Will I do?
Or, will I do not?
Will I place soulfully, the life before me?
Or, will I defy my end with bitter, confusion.
I doubt them both.
Within my heart,
I chase a rope.
About a time,
When rhyme and cope.
Are one, the same,
Rewrite my hope.
Can one remain,
While others greave?
Burn the bridge,
And meld the seam.
Amassed awake,
Your idle dream,
Don't mind the pain,
Rewrite and leave.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
foam floral caps, work of wet hydrangea,
or pulse of caucasian lilacs in a sky-relieved frieze.
cambric pennons swag reconsidering
margins of wimpling burn,
wherein the stars…twiring stars,
the declining stars, moon and planets
turned--
purchase light with morning-hands:
green-bedizened;
amber trammeling bud.
absolve qualm suffusing tyre,
violet’s violent leniency--
and feel, o’bask! in velvet
flume of veins,
as beams of conspiracy raise
to post and lintel,
crutching a young god’s legs--
and feel, o’supplicate! bathe in
day’s anatomies,
til greave deposit in lacunary sleeves,
and a genuflecting sun bow eternally--
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
When I'm With You,
You Stitch A Smile Onto My Face,
And When You Do,
Everything Falls Into Place,
When I'm With You,
The World Spins 8x Faster,
You Are My Saving Grace,
You Make Me Feel Beautiful,
As A Apple Red Aster
But It Always Makes Me Greave,
When You Have To Go,
But Someday Maybe You'll Never Have To Leave,
We'll Be Way Older Though,
People Say We Won't Last,
But If We Don't,
I'll Never Let Go Of This Prestent Which,
Will Be Our Past
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
The most beautiful time of the year.
But not for me my dear.
My most closest has departed,
Just when my little soul started.
Mother misses you.
Don't worry I do too.
Why did you have to leave?
Now we all sit and greave.
There is so much cheer!
But not over here.
The snow is so very white.
It glistens with fright
Christmas, So beautiful..
But deep and dark is the only truthful!
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
I Am Ready To Smile Again,
I Am Ready To Revisit All Of The Good Memories In That Place I've Been,
I Am Ready To See Friends I Would Take A Bullet For,
I Am Ready To Feel Good All The Way Down To My Core
But,
I'm Not Ready To Go Back,
I'm Not Ready To Be Attacked,
I'm Not Ready To The Faces,
That Try To Ambush Me In Many Different Places,
I'm Not Ready To Walk Down The Hallways Of Hell,
At The Sound Of A Two Toned Bell
But,
Now I Realized,
I Am Stronger Than Any Of The People They Idolize,
I Have Stuck Through Thick And Thin,
But Still They Critize,
Like They've Never Sinned?
Girls Who Cry On The Stairwell,
Call Me A Suicidal Freak,
And Boys Who Can't Spell,
Say My Words Are Weak
But,
Do I Believe Them?
No
Do I Greave Over The Words They Say?
No
Do I Even Really Care?
No
Do I Respect Them?
No
So Why Should They Even Try To Bring Me Down
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC
How hubris.
You, to think that you can stand there an tell us this?
You, with your pride and confidence.
You think yourself better?
Because of what, your god?
Your god can not protect you here.
You address us in the court of men.
Your god has no power here.
You may threaten us with all the forces heaven and hell have to assail against us.
But we do not falter at the threats of men who only have smoke and mirrors to carry out their threats.
Here, we, like mined men and women do not fall pray to the fanciful fears of men who fear demons and spirits.
We fear for the well being of fellow men and not their souls.
A soul is immortal and thus has no need to fear the cold or an empty stomach.
But the body does.
So there for we fear for the masses who are with out and sympathize and greave for them.
What mercy does your god show?
What mercy does your god have for those of different creeds and races?
You may speak of mercy.
But this is mercy.
Mercy is what neighbor shows his fellow neighbor regardless of their creed or race.
You say that if one follows your god and words than they can receive heaven.
But if these are the holy people of god and if this is his word.
Then we don’t want heaven.
Then I don’t want heaven.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Rolling words, like ***** tires
asphalt slabs, wasted hours,
Nights alone, feels like home,
you were never very good to me.
Broken plastic, phony dreams
pipe tabacco, cracking seams,
slower step, promise kept,
you were always my summertime.
Sparks have faded, ashes cold
gates left open, secrets told
too late to talk, let's just walk
things are easier once I get high.
Wait for winter, wait for rain
or fall forever, ease the pain
too many ropes, it's all a joke
*you broke my ******* heart though.*
Pull together, shrug the want
friends don't know, friends still taunt
you will break me, you won't save me
No one knows how many times I've tried to die.
But it gets better, so they say,
when he held my hand things felt okay
people leave, hearts greave
I've never been so good with changes
Skys are bluer, my heart is sad
you're doing good, and I am glad
but it hurts to know, you're glad to go
Like you forgot we promised forever
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
My butler, Dearest butler,
Please come hither to thee,
Show they self to be proper
When in the presence of me.
In the doorway you linger
So tall and straight you stand
As you bow you head low
To patiently await my command.
I stay in my bed and whisper,
I ask for you to be at my side
So I can confess myself to thee
And tell how you've satisfied.
"I'm greatly old fashion, I know.
I'm elderly, wrinkled, and frail."
I reach out for your gloved hand,
I'm cold and frightfully pale.
My butler, Loyal butler,
I give you a golden reference
For you are truly perfection,
Magically knowing my preference.
One last task is I give to you,
Stay near me now awhile
To comfort me once more
With your genuine smile.
My butler, Loving butler,
I have little time left, it's true
So pay me one last request.
I have a question for you:
When I die, where will you be?
Will you stay close and greave
And carry me to my final grave?
Or will you just simply leave?
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
I danced with the night angel
Once upon a moon
Held her silver hand
As we twirled
To the tune
Her eyes did hold me
In a gaze of love
As I feel so deep
With all the stars above
She touched my heart
Made my soul fly high
Wiped the tears away
On moonbeams and dreams
Dancing with her until
The dawn shall break
Happiness forever more
No mortal man shall take
My angel of the darkest night
Under the silver moon
Oh to dream that dream again
To hear our soothing tune
But alas the sun will rise
And then she shall be gone
My heart doth greave
At this good-by
Until the nightime
Calls
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
I've look upon the shore
Seen nothing but a bore
I've pontificated the stars
Only to retreat to rowdy bars
Seen light in the darkest cave
To only contemplate my nave
As I lay at last to rest
This soul to shrink without a best
I recall her face at last it shines
Sweeter than the finest wines
Fires my closing eyes to leave
A life to not succumb to greave
And now after a thousand lines
Written along an age of times
With her love I can leave my soul
An age of heaven with this fall
Strike me lord I can depart
Her beauty could make death an art
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC
I'm far past gone
All the blood i've seen
Spilt on the sand
A bright crimson sheen
It was nothing but a waste
Being here today
No ones coming home
No one but me with nothing to say
I don't want to talk
About all that I do
My best friends helmet cracking
A bullet passed through
The sounds of the rifles
Across the sand
And white hot feeling
Of the shot through my hand
I was out cold
As I collapsed
I don't remember waking
Just the piles and a relapse
Of corpses
I once called my friends
I should of stayed back
And fixed the loose ends
I don't know why
They just let me leave
This IS my soldiers hell
So just let me greave
Aug 24, 2010
Aug 24, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
I write, I express emotion
I use words no one will read, hear or utter
I create worlds within this head of mine
And try to convey them to the people
So that they too can feel the grass that I dream of
I greave
To the point that it wells up inside me
And there’s no way to keep it in any longer
Instead of leaking salty crystals
Because I have to much pride
My pen takes me to a place of ongoing ink
Where rivers run black
And skies are grey
Where the sun rises and gives hope to weary
And the stars guide me through the night
This genius of mine is a writer
Able to bring light to these dead eyes
And rebirth forgotten feelings
But fear is a creature of hideous evil
And beautiful comfort
I fear that is this genius is rejected
If this part of me dies there is no hope
No light for me to follow back to my world of grass and grey skies
That forever I will be lost to the wicked ways of this world.
And the only escape is death.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 2:14 AM UTC
what's the point
of stating my mind
into all the ends of abyss
retaliation of the dead dinosaurs
continuous leave
I won't greave
for endless peace
or prosperity
I am not scared of being alone
tonight I will walk for the streets
we committed each other
but not rightly
sneak out before the night disappears
nobody hears
through the creaky stairs
tails following behind
eyes closed
run away freight
ill stand in front of the train
take away this pain
dismay
array
jealousy distraught
you don´t act like yourself anymore
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
That word
That name
So many definitions it entertains
Purity
Dignity
Honesty
Modesty
Flawlessly
Prophecy
Prodigy
A representation of man
What he wanted us to be
I question
What happened to his plan
What happened to man
From now to the start with Adam and Eve
We have lost our faith and what we should believe
I greave
For man while we are still in this world
Up until the time we have to leave
Man
That word
That name
So many definitions it entertains
Greedy
Needy
Seedy
Cheesy
So easy
******
Restore our faith and start to believe
Before we leave
!!
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
She that casts no shadow brings not darkness to the room,
She is but a ray of light to banish out the gloom,
I have beheld such an angel with her long and lustrous hair
But it was not her beauty that drew me close to her.
It was the music in her laugh the sparkle in her eyes,
The honesty of her face and her long and lustful sighs
And in those fleeting moments when my eyes rested on her face
I knew for sure that I must make my home her resting place.
I must have her for my own, must keep her from the rest
For surly a precious creature would, my competitors, impress
I would have her as a trophy to show to all the world
And they would live in envy of the magic in my girl
So I sort out her farther and I offered a fine sum
He said he'd play me for her and soon the girl was won
I set her on a pedi stool and and admired my lovely thing
Then I shut her in a pretty place and went to get a ring
A ring as loverly as her laugh with a stone just like her eyes
Only the best for the angle that I'd taken for my prize
With my darling beside me, the finest women in the land
I threw the finest party and took her delicate hand
But I found my self disappointed for no envy did I see
All that looked upon me seemed to greave and pity me
Suddenly I noticed how dark it seemed to grow
For despite the many candles the room simply would not glow.
I turned to look beside me to my lovely shining wife
And to my greatest horror I saw not the merest fleck of life
Her skin was finest silk and eyes were precious stones
But beneath the fine fasarde there was no heart nor flesh nor bones
Then It came upon me, an idea so terribly stark
In all my efforts to win her I forgot to win her heart
And as I left her lonesome and draped her with fine things
I snuffed out her brightness and I clipped off her angel wings
I took a darling angel and I kept her in the dark,
I kept her for a selfish goal and I let her fall apart
I sort only want I wanted and never what she'd need
And so I lost my angle as a result of my own greed.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
who knew that life would change the scene when i saw seventeen
a quarter pound in my lap I had to run with the green
WHO KNEW I'D EVER SEE ALL THE ******* CHANGES IVE SEEN
friends fading like leaves
loosing branches from family trees
****** lie
******* thieve
gotta spiritually bob & weave
I had some plans up my sleeve
hope I make it before I leave
refuse mother greave so my dreams I have to believe
and I cant let my brothers down so you know I have to achieve
who knew the lessons I'd retrieve from living life so naïve
all this knowledge I've received
I'm still learning but feel relieved
your not that easily deceived knowing life's not what you perceive
my own parents lied to me got me living in disbelieve
I gotta handle business just to be A-Okay like I'm Steve
I'm throwing up my feelings, **** this **** I'm going sick leave
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
My mind is static
Nothings there
Its just noise,
Never making sense
I cant think straight,
Not like before,
I hit my head against
The wall,
It bleeds,
Crimson runs down my face,
The static is hiding
The person within,
I greave for a mind
Lost in static
I cant live anymore
"Who's is this face"
I cower motionless upon the floor..
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
memories
feelings
tears
smiles.
after tomorrow, they'll be gone for a while.
as summer returns
and my main focus is not to learn,
i'll be alone and older by each day.
don't worry, we'll talk, they say,
but summer returns
and my loneliness yearns
for someone to talk to
but I don't want to bother you.
until august comes back
and my head goes whack,
will you speak to me,
you're not a real friend, can't you see?
I'm sorry that we didn't talk
and I feel as if I hit bedrock,
you'll act nice
and i'll think twice
about letting you back into my life
when it's filled with strife.
but i'll fail and become sad
then i'll drive you mad
until you leave
and i'll greave
until august returns.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
Withering life starts to surround
The blazing colors seen around
Decrepit forestry looking glum,
Yet beauty's found within Autumn.
Life upon Earth begins rebirth,
Reasons aplenty for feeling mirth!
Towering trees soon shed their leaves,
'Tis no reason for us to greave!
Taking walks amongst the woods,
It should be easily understood
When life ends its annual race,
Yet another will take its place.
This phase of nature's quite a sight;
In its scenery lies delight.
No need to fear it when it comes,
Instead, revel in the glory of Autumn!
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
UMMMMMMMMM THE CHARLIE HEBDO MAGAZINE GETS TERRORIST ATTACKS
UMMMMMMMM IT KILLED 12 PEOPLE, AND THERE ARE INJURIES AS WELL
UMMMMMMM I PRAY TO BUDDHA TO BRING PEACE TO THEIR FAMILIES
UMMMMMMM YOU SEE CALM THE BAD KARMA THAT IS SCATTERED AROUND
UMMMMMMM THESE KILLERS NEED MEDICATION OH YEAH, TO MAKE THEM UNDERSTAND KILLING IS WRONG
UMMMMMMM I DON’T KNOW WHY THEY WOULDN’T EXCEPT THIS, NO
UMMMMMMM I THINK WE SHOULD LAY FLOWERS OUTSIDE THIS PLACE
AND LIGHT CANDLES TO SAY, REST IN PEACE
UMMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE
UMMMMMMM WE NEED TO GET TOGETHER, AND HELP THESE FAMILY’S OUT
UMMMMMMM THEY WERE JUST GOING ABOUT THEIR WORK, YA SEE
UMMMMMMMM A CHANCE TO MAKE MONEY AND GO ON BIG HOLIDAYS
UMMMMMMM BUT THESE TERRORISTS, CAME AND TOOK IT AWAY
UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE
UMMMMMMMM WE NEED TO HELP THESE FAMILIES, THEY LOST THEIR LOVED ONES
UMMMMMMMM JUST FOR DOING THEIR JOBS
UMMMMMMMM AND GIVE THESE FAMILIES ANYTHING THAT CAN MAKE THEM SUFFER LESS
UMMMMMMMMM LIKE SUPPORT IN FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS, SO THEY CAN GREAVE WITHOUT WORRIES
UMMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE, UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE UMMMMMMM IT’S TERRIBLE
UMMMMMMMM HELP VICTIMS FAMILY, HELP, IN EVERY WAY POSSIBLE
UMMMMMMMM THIS WAS A TERRIBLE DAY IN PARIS
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
A ring rests upon a finger where your
love has withered and corroded to dust
Mine flies like butterflies ascending in the wind.
I greave for your emptiness that only
fades like your inked waning words.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
I crack the lock to the plastic box
that holds my broken soul
Much like pandora or a dark brown aura, it is lacking a true goal
But I search and search for a drive or thirst, to keep me wanting breathe
But I can't hold you, or escape the morning dew, so I only call for death
Save me please, from the promising breeze, that offers itself to me
*** I hate this life, I am filled with strife, and I need purpose desperately
As likely as this, an "I do" then a kiss, at my empty tender age
That's why I black out and drink, constantly on the brink, of showing my true rage
You'll cry and scream, like a memorable dream, in which you see gods face
He's filled with disgust, and like a bike chain with rust, hates our stagnant race
I call for hope, from the Buddha or pope, but no redemption will be given
I am destined to leave, on a day where some will greave, about the short life that hath been liveth
Oh this day will come, like the setting of the sun, and I will be free of shame
**** her and hate him, any future is grim, and there is only you to blame
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC