"grining" poems
pinched lips, tight with emotion,
teeth grining back and forth.. anger set in motion...
trying not to punch the keys while i type this poem
wondering why i cant leave this love alone?
my heart being on my sleeve is a flawed and broken
so i write this peom.. so my HURT is spoken....
love the light but never lightly love,
love thats light, lightly is called love...
DO NOT GO QUIET INTO THAT GENTLE NIGHT....
RAAAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING OF THE LIGHT!!!!!
rage against the love in flight,
rage agsint love in plight
rage
rage
rage
and at last... perhaps... just once..
my heart will fit this cage.
FIN
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
As i walked there i looked up
The grey sky was grining at us.
I looked at the room in silence
And the cold came in waves of pleasure.
As i looked in the black orbs
I felt myself drawned by corpes.
I looked down 'cus my heart was bursting
And the wind blew all away the singing.
The yard was like a big pie,
But with chocolate mud and cheries that die.
My hair was flying like mad,
But noone seemed to mind as i strangled flat.
Soon enough the blood came down
And the wings were hard and seems to drawn,
To grab with giant feathers from the sky.
I looked up in the black orbs that cry.
As i walked away i looked down
The hard concrete was wet under my paws
I looked at the yard that screamed
And the warm came grabing the script.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 6:51 AM UTC
I told my wife that I'm a poet
She said, "Okay dear that's great"
I said, "I'm gonna be famous someday"
She said, "Really?, I just can't wait"
Now I don't think she takes me seriously
Mostly by the way she grins
When I start typing with my serious face
That's when her grining begins
I say, "What's so dadgum funny?"
She says, "You type like a little girl"
I said, "I prefer to type with one finger"
She says, "Okay then give it a whirl"
And when I ask her to read it back
She says, "Sorry, I can't find my glasses"
And before I remember she has 20/20 vision
The moment just somehow passes
I told her, "One day I'll make you proud,
And I'll bring home tons of cash"
She said, "Honey if you wanna make me proud,
Then try taking out the trash"
Well I just keep on writing anyway
Her comments I've come to expect
Mean while I'll keep taking out the trash
So I can get my poor wife's respect
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
Riding, grining wide
Laughing to myself again
Rolling through the night
Red light, yellow light and green
The North Shore looks full of stars
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC