"grims" poems
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Drowsy, as the eyes of mine sleeps
a joyride of fantasies, a jumping of sheep
so, the pages turning mama would red
while my feet are falling and
my arms up my head, hands unsaid
with a gentle rock and a soft abye
I'm off to dream land as I fly
silk of red swooped to the entrance gate
a little slip, a little slide till it fade
and gently I landed at the pearly lake
A boat by Venice caught me alone
with the breeze scented, so cold as snow
and Grims hoisting a whooper
a sure one they'll never throw
passing here and there and off they go
storms of Neptune came up the sea
big waves flung, I swung towards east
clovers led me to an isle and said
"How Lucky you'll always be"
no more thunders but just all reverie
A twirl to the woods, exciting it be
with beams of the moon
and the stars sitting on the tree
lights flashing, a calm of ebb
the spiders glistening, an artistic web
dream land is promising
like vines that whip and crawl
bearing fruit to bless us as we call
with roses of red, daisies blooms at dew
mama's lullaby at once, I knew
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
She is not made to be loved. She is made for hand holding, stares that mean more than they should and tentative kisses that taste like sin. He looks at her like he doesn't quite understand everything, but he isn't the least bit worried and that scared her more than anything, because the girl who has "love exists" permanently scrawled on her arm isn't absolutely sure that this is true, not for her anyways. love is a rose and some people forget that there are thorns, although she never could. She's too apprehensive. But this boy still looks at her like he could love her. She wants to believe that it can exist and she will always have hope, but deep down inside she doesn't think that it can for her. She has seen too many people claim to be in love, but it's rude to say i love you with a mouth filled with lies. And yet she still believes that hope is the most important thing, and maybe that's what she should have gotten tattooed on her, that you must always have hope. because hope gets you through to tomorrow and love is just something that the grims brothers created as a joke and people scrambling to find their soul mate is the punch line, their not so happily ever after. There are people though that give her hope that love can exist and when she is with him, she tends to forget about anything but the way it sounds when he says her name or the way he looks at her like she could give him the world. Green alluring eyes filled with promises of forever, but people have different versions that define the word. what's his? And even though the thought of her opening herself up to another person who has a different definition of the word forever, she can't help but admit that when she thinks of him, which she does often, she's in a trance of smiles and happiness.
audacious (adj.) - extremely bold or daring, recklessly brave, fearless
- what i want to be with you
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Hey !
what are you laughing at?
Are you laughing at that girl
With freezey hair,
Baggy, over sized clothes?
You're Giggling meanly from behind
Because of those?
Her ragged dress is all you can see,
Her messy hair is all you notice,
Can't u see the pain in her eyes?
No she's not fortunate like you
To get the love of her mother
Or be pampered by her father
You laugh at her dirty,hardened hands?
Yeah those are the same hands
she puts on her lips
And cry every night silently.
As silent as the moon above her head.
Although just 13,
the little girl is not fortunate like you
To run & complaint to anyone
When she's mercilessly beaten up
By those, supposed to take care of her.
She waits for the nights
To lay awake under the stars
and remember her past
Her father, her mother
Those happy days.
What happened to life?
Why her world turned upside down?
Why is she so helpless and feeble
In this ever known town?
With a dust storm in her heart
She wakes up.
Yet another day to cope.
But she has her will and her strong hope.
You think she's weird,
cz she doesn't gigle in small jokes?
Oh she doesn't find them funny.
They don't amuse her anymore.
What's more amusing than this life?
What's more laughable
than her will of still going on?
Walking miles after miles
With blisters in her feet,
Along the desserted street.
Wearing
An worn out, torn out, old muddy sandle.
Yeah go on. Laugh at that too.
You think she didn't hear what you said?
She might be thick skinned
But sister she's not deaf.
And she knows it's ok to be different.
Struck by untimely age
That old soul, although 13
But feels like she has seen a lot
Lived a hundred lives
And left them behind one by one.
Now she has learnt to let go.
She has taught herself to grow.
She's taught herself to live alone.
Not look for a helping hand
Or reside in a castle of sand.
Though she has none to speak to
About her grims
She writes them down
About All her hopes and all her dreams.
One day she'll
stand by her friend
Who was bullided in school for being a boy and still having long hair.
One day She'll stand up for her friend against unwanted stare.
She'll know,
No one should be subjected to torment.
Cz She knows it's ok to be different.
So go on.
Laugh and gigle at anyone you want.
Throw your hatred and your tont.
A bullie is all you'll ever see
While looking at the mirror.
And it'll make the poor little girl stronger.
Stronger than you can ever be.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
Times when I can’t find the words so right,
When happiness turns into fright
Times when I want to run away, for I can’t be me
And there isn’t anything that sets me free.
It hurts to be breathing for the pains too deep to be let gone
And no matter how hard I try I can’t seem to go on.
I don’t know till when I’d be on a test.
I don’t know what they say or is it me that I detest.
I can’t shut those eyes for they still seem to cry,
Nothing ever works no matter how hard I try.
Sometimes the light seems too bright,
'cause grims' gray has replaced all that was in sight.
The next day just brings in some more bad luck,
And in the end there’s no happiness to tuck.
The times when I want to sink in and disappear,
For my presence doesn’t count
and existence another arrear
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
My lyrical ability limits you mental flexbility
Swift as agility hinders there intellectual capacity
Lock em up in captivity opened like a cavity
Ya chest be split up like an anatomy
Blood plasma
So ya visions become a liability
Who bitter thee
Shatter competition like
Ghengus Khan dynasty hallowed it be
Thy name put many to shame
Critics go to flame burnt to a single grain
Height takes like a snort of *******
Waxing your brain gas em with these floating propane
Light butane flame blows up everything
With no remains we nasty baby
Quick witted and skilled break through weak wills
Fools shootin' at me kill.me.
But I'll still breath through my eye gills
Ascending hills
Like Lauryn nothing even matters
Im crazy shatter your bladder
Make ya walk 8miles Marshal Mathers
You'll be front lined interview
With the death version
of Don Rathers too many taddler
Who running with blabbers back stabbers
Wave one hand with other hand with holding the dagger
**** swagger id rather be the grims bagger
Or better yet a caddy shack with a room full of macks
And beautiful women cooties to ******
Fatal attraction causing halo love TKO
I'm at the top of my game
Chillin' with the Monks meditating my pineal gland with dead sea scrolls in my hand
None could touch me cuz my energy band
To strong none could withinstand
That force held in
I'm a combination of antimatter and sin
With touch a gin but then again
Im just another poetic gem
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Shouldered cold
bent deep in grims of collar
turns to maddened hash
of blustered sleet
the walk to wear
is work itself,
A solemn
adamantine morning, pleads
me to ignore the well of failing
human kindness,
by this hand I try
to see
predicaments of alder
whip lacuna from the
mindless face
that beauty
is but symmetry
thus ,crudely overrated
and then again
there's Winter Jasmine,
understated, famined stem
emblazoned with the gemstones
of its flower
now the winter sour, sweetens
cracks the lip a timid noise
pouring forth,
some golden ratio,
sulphur trill of banished voice
Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 7:37 PM UTC