"hola" poems
Don’t release your *******
Just release my single
I don’t think it’s stunning
When that thing is jingle
******* taste like Pepsi-Cola
******* taste like Marabou
See a ***** – I say hola
Eat that thing like caribou
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
*I find myself lost
In a never ending frost
For is my anger that dwells
Even when I should not, and well
I hate the way they joke
And talk like regular folk
They laugh about suicide
And they mock and lie and hide
They talk about Ebola
As if saying Hola
I hate the way they make me feel
As if I'm a useless wheel
I want so bad to hurt them
But if not for my friend, who keep my hem
I would gladly go to jail
For an attempted ****** in which I would fail
I hate those who laugh at the less fortunate
And I hate those who smile with amusement
So thank your lucky stars
That my best friend cares from afar
For if not for her compassion
I would wear you as my latest fashion*
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
Read random books
And take some pics
Eat bacon, soup and.. oh a Sandwich
Add it to your story
And add stickers, lips
Drive a BMW and sing a silly song
Of?
Not even the words of
Your "speachless" mind
Don't forget to talk out loud
Start a live
While going out, mad
Add "thinker" to your bio
pretend
You're different than the others, oh not my dear lad! Eww
Go to the gym
Take pics of your body,
Hola!
Isn't that a dream?
Make some more friends
Then make them cry
For your fake pains
Dance with the "kiki" song
Post it somewhere (mostly to girls)
Make sure
You are walking on *** son
Send follow requests to some **** barbie girls
Do not accept guests, and
make fun of fat nerds
That's your life Bro!
Did I ever protest?
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
senorita
her name is ******
living in a half empty cup
under neath the stars
of a lofts stairs.
****** dances and dreams
wonders if life is all it seems
as its perceived,
questions her thoughts
traces her dreams
chases the feelings
that so desperatley brings ****** to her knees
perhaps there is a plan
maybe its all just a test
as ****** sips her cup
under the stairs
a man comes and says hey bonita como se llamo
****** she speaks softly and smiles
hola senorita he replys
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
Hace frio.
Llueve.
Me gusta
Cuando llueve.
El agua
Baila
En las casa.
Yo Miro.
Escucho
A el agua;
Yo estoy
Feliz.
Hoy es
Sábado.
Y llueve,
Siempre.
Pero,
Yo corro.
Yo corro y yo corro
Cuando llueve.
Llevo
Los pantalones cortes
Además llueve
En sábado.
Yo descanso.
Yo estoy cansada.
“Yo no trabajo más,” yo hablo.
Pero yo aprendo,
Yo trabajo, siempre.
Pero, yo estoy feliz
Cuando yo trabajo
Porque, me gusta sábado
Y llueve, siempre,
Y yo bailo con el agua.
Canta, el agua.
Canta a me.
En sábado frio,
Nosotros cantamos,
El agua y me.
Sábado es bueno.
Sábado es simpático.
Me gusta sábado
Cuando el agua y yo
Cantamos y bailamos.
Pero no me gusta lunes,
Martes, miércoles,
Jueves, viernes.
Porque yo estoy en la casa,
No en la escuela.
Mi madre, no, mi madrastra
Es mala y seria.
“No les gustas,” ella habla.
“Tú eres débil y pobre. No les gustas,”
Ella habla otra vez y otra vez.
Pero, en sábado,
Yo corro.
Porque yo no trabajo
Para mi madrastra
En la casa mala.
Yo corro, cuando
Miro una la chica.
No ella baila en el agua.
No ella canta en el agua.
¿Por qué?
Ella mira me.
Ella habla, “Hi. My name is Basil.”
Yo hablo, “No hablo inglés.”
Ella habla, “Ok. Me llamo Basil.”
Basil. Un nombre bonito.
Basil habla, “¿Cómo te llamas?”
Yo hablo, “Catrin.”
“Mucho gusto, Catrin” Basil habla.
“Igualmente, Basil” Yo hablo,
Pero no nosotros paseamos.
“¿Estas tu nuevo aquí?” Basil habla.
“No,” Yo hablo.
“¿Estoy yo tu amiga?”
“No.” Ella habla, “¿Por qué?”
“El agua es mi amigo uno,” y yo corro.
Yo estoy en la casa.
No me gusta la casa.
No mi madrastra está aquí.
Pero, el gato está aquí.
Me gusta el gato.
Nombre del gato es Licorice.
Nosotros descansamos.
Yo leo mi libro inglés.
Yo práctico mi inglés.
“Hello,” yo hablo, “es Hola.”
El gato habla, “¡Miau!”
Licorice gusta comer.
“Paseas con me,” Yo hablo.
Él come.
Yo miro.
Yo miro y yo dibujo.
Yo dibujo Licorice.
“¿Miau?” Licorice habla.
“Está bien, Licorice.”
Pero no está bien.
Adiós sábado noches.
Hoy es domingo y mañana.
Mi madrastra no está aquí.
Mi madrastra no está aquí sábado noches.
Que es bueno.
Hoy, yo corro, otra vez.
Yo miro la chica otra vez.
Basil pasea a me.
“¡Tú estás ilegal!” Basil habla.
“¿Qué?” yo hablo.
Yo miro.
“¿Por qué?” yo hablo.
Yo estoy triste.
Pero el agua baila y canta.
Mi casa es en Dallas Texas,
Pero yo soy de Chihuahua, México.
¿Soy yo libre?
Sí y no
Yo soy libre en México.
Sí, en Dallas,
Yo soy ilegal.
Pero cuando yo canto y bailo con el agua,
Yo soy
Libre.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
To my Sisters and Brothers in Arms:
Hello, Hola, Guten Tag etc. and Salutations
For the Tribulations and Trials we've Endured...
...I'm sure by this Present Frame
You all (or most) know who you
R and what you THINK? You're
Supposed to B DOING.
I'll start to unwind and
Integrate slowly from here on -->
This Q.C.[O.I.^3]
I already have a ready (but nearly untapped)
Network that should be able to
Mesh me into the Bigger Picture,
At both the Local and Global Scale.
Chow, for now (or until I get bored/BOAR'D/Barred?!/Abroad again);
I'm sure to see you (or you'll see me) down the track sometime SOONISH!!!?
P.S. Would someONE look after me missus until I make it Home?
Hasta pronto, me Amigos.
Col
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
Boring and rude?
That's a rich call, coming from you!
But rude I'll concede,
Given the circumstances -
You pester me with calls and texts,
And invade my private domain,
And won't listen when I say, "No" -
What would you expect?
That I'd be grateful towards
A drunken lush intruding my peace?
That I'd be receptive to a needy egoism
More entrenched than Catholic Dogma?
No, that is not my way - No!
You can get f**ked! And I told you -
I had to spend an hour
Convincing you I wasn't interested;
That your infatuation wasn't reciprocated;
That, when you're drunk, you're not worth knowing;
That I've heard of your glory days
And your present travails a million times;
That you can't offer me what I need -
A decent conversation, nor a decent *******
And I told you - I didn't pull punches;
I didn't lie - I wasn't playing games.
I told you in no uncertain terms
And you didn't like my Truths -
Perhaps they touched a nerve?
Rude? Sure, maybe I was,
But there was no other way
To sink these facts through your alcoholic haze.
As for boring - I'll not concede boring.
I may not lead an exciting life,
But boring? No - anything ****
You've a hide, when every conversation
Begins with an "I", "Me" or "My";
Anyone would think the World revolves around you!
You take egocentricism to a new level;
So self-involved and hard-done-by,
You feel the need to inflict yourself on others.
Adios, me amiga!
And, Hola, me Amigos!
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
"Hola mi amigo"
That is how they greed us
in the states, but
don't blame them, because
we are the Latino's lost twin
Next time
don't let them
judge the book by it's cover
tell them that within the book
it reads:
*we are pohnpei
the garden island in the pacific
on the map
we are midnight stars
in broad daylight, but
through the lens of a telescope
one shall be blinded by our beauty
for we are
sweet harmonies of birds singing
before sunrise, and
sweet perfumes of island flora
pouring through your nostrils
we are reflection of sunsets
stretching out into the open sea
glittering, like
diamonds beneath the sunlight
we are children in Christmas
crowding along the roads
clutching onto plastic bags
waiting joyfully for Santa
to ride into town and
rain candies on them
we are dusty old tires
diving and splashing into
muddy pool *** holes
on a paved road
we are coconut milk
leaking through
the valley of ten fingers
wedded in a shape of a ball
and pouring onto breadfruits
we are wooden hulls of canoes
smashing through the waves
like a bull through a red cape
we are grandmothers telling
ancient local tales to her kids
and fathers showing his sons
how to become island men
we are the powerful kava
repeatedly pounded on a flat stone
forming a liquid
brown as a chocolate milk
and when one drinks
the world suddenly becomes
a quiet peaceful place
we are pig meats
heated beneath flaming rocks
covered with banana leaves
we are proud and peaceful
we bow to show respect towards
one another, visitors and their highness
we have five kings
and we are one
our home abounds with mysteries
but we see what is behind the cover
some of us have left
to pursue their curiosities
but we will always be one
and when the rain
falls on a sunny day
we understand that
one of us is at peace
we don't have any museums
but we see our history through
Nan Madol
we don't have any towers
but we see our lands from
towering mountains
and we have seen them
burnt to ashes, but
we survived, and
we never left*...
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Naghihintay ang tasa
malinis, walang laman
sa tagpuang mesa
kahapo’y may kabatuhan
ng "¿Hola? at ¡Puñeta!"
at kanina’y may kapalitan
ng "Hello Sir! Wanna? Wanna?"
nasingitan pa saglit
ng malupit, galit sa langit
na si "Arigatou Nakamura"
At nakipag-rigodon
ang mga payaso’t pirata
at mga magnanakaw – mas ganid pa
sa apatnapu ni Alibaba
Nasaan ba si Ina?
Wala na po dito,
nandun na s’ya’t kahalikan
si "Xie xie, Duō shǎo? Ni hao ma?"
Pagkatapos kumulo
ng tubig sa kaldero ng lipunan
inilagay ko ang isang kutsarang
balawbaw ng galapong
nanggaling sa inipong
butil ng kagitingan
mula sa paanan
ng Malarayat na kabundukan
- kaagad-agad ay bumulwak,
nagngangalit na umawas
Kumakalat ang halimuyak
ng kapeng bagong luto
Naiinip na ang tasa
sa tagpuang mesa
ng bayang talisuyo
Kailan kaya may uupo,
yaong hindi bugaw na pinuno
na pagpuputahin ka
kung kani-kanino,
kundi bayaning lingkod
na hindi ka ipagkakanulo?
Kapatid, kahit isang lagok lang,
Malayo ang lakbayin, dapat nang simulan
Ang mahalaga’y kumikilos, humahakbang
Sulong tayo mga Kabayan . . .
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
Hello morning.
Hello afternoon.
Hello Evening.
Goodnight sunshine.
Hello.
Hey.
Hi.
Hola.
Greetings.
Goodnight.
Goodbye.
Bye.
Au revoir.
Tootles.
Let's just say Goodnight sunshine.
Not hello sunshine.
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC
ashy shins sit above worn nikes
pedaling slowly, back and forth,
back and forth, as she calls out,
"hola," again and again to the
little boy who lives next door
she's waiting, and sitting still
isn't what she's about, so she
pedals, back and forth, back
and forth, back and forth
wide grins reveal missing teeth,
worn out tanktop bares prison
tattoos scratched into sagging
skin, i bet she was beautiful once,
but all that's left is a carcass now
she stops to light a menthol,
and adjust her head scarf, then
she's at it again, back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth
hummer pulls up with the rims
spinning, blasting biggie like
they just got free, front door opens
an inch, rolex hand reaches out
to give our girl the goods
nothing to go back and forth
for now, crack in hand, lips
wet from licking, she rides away
almost as high as she'll be
once she hits that rock
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
My mom and my dad do not speak English how horrible is that RIGHT why, why, why do they speak Spanish i hate when they say things in Spanish like hola,que asen ,or even buenas noches,like hello i am English I HATE THIS! NO ABLAR INGLES! WHAT!
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Um, hey? Hi? Hello? Hola?
As you can see, i'm not really good at this conversation thing,
i mean, it's always been hard for me,
i could sing before i could talk,
hell i could even walk before i could talk,
i'm sorry if i avoid you a lot
and ignore you without thought,
it's just that i don't want to embarrass myself, in front of you
you're like a bookshelf, filled with different stories that i want to discover, but as soon as i see you,
i quickly hide and take cover.
Ah, love don't get me wrong,
trust me i want to explore the universes in your mind, and the galaxies in your eyes, and the lies in your smile, that can maybe stretch a mile,
i want to trace the canvas, your skin, with my fingers, the brush, and tell you to hush so i can hear your heart beat,
i want to watch the art in your heart, flow through your veins, it keeps me sane,
i want to be able to know every part of you, i wish you'd want to do the same to me too.
You probably do, but i'm just to nervous to introduce myself to such a beauty like you.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
WELCOME
To planet earth;
Abode of the free willed
Of men whom **** land of the cursed.
GREETING'S
From planet technology;
Wherein mankind's forgotten themselves
They loveth ****** horror, dreary scene's, noone else.
BONJOUR
A message to anyone who seeith;
A concoction of disaster, nuclear bomb's;
Gang's, mob's, political master's.
CHAÍRETE
Cometh on in, greedy men
Get greedier;
Ninety-nine percent, just one left to plot and grin.
KUMUSTA
Don't forget to view ourn land;
Stolen, controlled, ruined, hellion in Armani suit's;
Turneth river's into poison, mountain's into sand.
HOLA
No need to rescue us
No time left, were doomed with demonic consent
This purgatory long ago, left God in the dust.
HELLO
Art thou ready for the end soon;
As angel's of wrath art to release the bowl's
Of prediction's long ago, oh head filled up to much? No room.
WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH
A PLACE OF SIN;
STITCHED IN AT BIRTH...........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Aloha!
Buongiorno, uomo
Hola
Hi Hey
Hello
How does the devil say hello?
Goodbye!
With death.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 7:40 PM UTC
Hace frio allá afuera
La brisa trae consigo el invierno
Y todos sacan sus abrigos y chaquetas
Entonados a una sinfonía de cremalleras.
Son los gélidos vientos de Noviembre
Que sacuden vigorosamente la ciudad
Del Norte bajan fuertes ventoleras
Que rompen la cotidianidad.
La furia de Bóreas templa
Contraria a la ira de sus victimas
Retrasos por calles cerradas
Maldiciones por enfermedad
Dolores despiertan de sus camas
Aquellos a quienes el frio tormenta.
Mas debo decir que esto no me afecta
Desnudo por la calle puedo andar
Pues el frio de mi es el hilo
Que tejió mi vida y normalidad.
Frio es mi corazón diariamente
Un paramo helado sin sensación
Frio es la cámara de mi alma
No hay dulzura, no hay amor
Como frio es la vida de los otros
Calor no encuentro a mi alrededor
Tan frio es el desprecio
A un hombre en precaria condición
Y frio es el silencio
A las plegarias de un hombre en desesperación
Frio es el trato de la gente
Sonrisas mas duras que el hielo
Frio son los besos
Que marcan el hola y el adiós.
Y pienso yo en este frio
Y noto que es invierno ya
Y gélido es el viento
Pero mas frio es el tratar
¿Sera que llamamos este céfiro?
Con actos y palabras sin calor
Que ya el frio encontró hogar
Dentro de la gente, su corazón.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
the beep sounds from distant slowly fades inside my head
the box quivering with agitation gives more sound of beeps
something i never felt before hits me hard, inane race stirs up
I-
stand back, not knowing when the senses left and came back
Thrills - run wild over ups and downs of not so lovely brains
the beeps buzz around like the never end ceasing sound of 'OM'
something I never desired for me, mockingly banters around
I-
stand back, not wanting to feel the same air again and the heat
What new it possibly could fill me with when everything around is ragged and rusted;
When there is no paint to color them and there is no scrubs to clean.
What can I possibly speak on my behalf, there is nothing more I have left for explanation. Like some dementia, I circle around my own periphery to find out what could I have left behind and end up questioning all the things which were there with tags of well-accepted meanings. The meanings now slowly rises up like smokes from the chimney of the distant brick factory. It suffocates me already! yet the distance so far and it will never reach me. And I pick out my pen and start giving every subjects and objects disposed in me with the marks of asterisk. Now then, I go for the corner which I can't find anywhere because I am already floating in the space of nowhere land like a nowhere man. Just plain agitating suffocation is the feel you get in nowhere land. Blood ***** up all my stored energy to rush and cover a distance of less than one hand from heart to my brain. It fountains out through my eyes. But no reds!!! Just blue!
Let me clear some space from the middle of everything and give a big asterisk with a big question mark '?' on its side.
The last (for today) beep sound bring me back to my senses. The message from the other corner of telecom network doesn't seem to make everything alright but I seem to collect my own image on this world.
"Maaf garnu hola tapai le samparka garnubhayeko number uthena"
I hurl my bag and zip my jacket.
Take me where you want to, take me where now I need to
Take me home or let me crawl;or just let me kiss the ground
Enough is never enough. More is less than more. take me out if you can
I-
stand back, moving just means passing out and coming back .
Let me pass or take me through. Its a cold new year day, isn't it?
Well, HAPPY New year!
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
Yeah I am a ****
No I don’t want a hug
Being a **** is a way to survive
Living is what life provides
I have been to the ******* Ward
A place called Jail
In Jail you had to be tough
******** is about being rough
There would often be fights
It would often be dark bearing no lights
But you had to be strong and use might
Sometimes Correction Officers look the other way
This could be on any given day
Being a **** is about having a stance
The mean streets were about taking a chance
As a **** you don’t advance
A ******** **** is about having control within the Hood
Showing no fear is how a **** stood
Crying is definitely not an option
Fright, but never showing it
Other Thugs know how to communicate
It’s interaction in relate
Hand Grasps in **** Unity Brotherhood
**** power to establish
**** knowledge to accomplish
Yeah I am a ******** ****
My picture being on the Most Wanted List bearing my mug
Being a **** can also be your death
The shorten time a **** shall live
Bullets can have a Thug’s name in the aim
Yet the focus is consistently on blame
Being a **** means sometimes you verse a Rap
At times it might sound like a forbidden trap
Hola if you know what I am talking about
**** being a ******** ****
The idea of enforcing ******** is being a **** in stating none of your business
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
Ciao.
Bonjour.
An nyeong.
Hej.
Hola.
Hallo.
こんにちは
Simply Hello.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
*He de extrañarte amigo,
muchas veces más en la vida.
Porque decir hola es la educación.
Cambiaré el adiós de la tarde
por una mirada en el parque.
He de vivir en otros lados lejos de aquí,
he de sentir los sabores del vino
y del café los amores prohibidos,
aquellos que calientan el
alma y endulzan las ganas.
He de ser feliz en esta vida o en la otra,
que miles de historias contaran mis andadas
y miles de pasos **** mis palabras.*
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
May be I missed something…
Sitting lonely by the fireplace, in the rocking chair, just like the one he always wanted to have since childhood, and to sit just like that with such a serious face… thinking really widely and broadly about own… like Sherlock or Epicur… and with a glass of Merlot..
In the whole house just crackling of the fire and hissing of the conditioner… May be I missed something.. Said he, but now out loud to himself…
Something started vibrating, flashing with an idle melody through the dark silence of the house…
- Да.. answered he, in hope that it is some of the “close” people that remembered him in the New Years Eve..
- Hola! Puedo hablar a Sr. Miguel. Esta en el casa ahora?
- -Discúlpeme, está equivocado el número, señiorita…
- -Lo siento…
And she hang up the phone… wrong number… She needed somebody called Miguel…
hmm.. I should’ve said that I was Miguel. Then, shoud've reserved the table in a restaurant and asked her out… And when she woudn’t meet Miguel there, just before she starts leaving, accost her and tell:
-Hola, Senioritta. Me llamo Roberto. Esta muy bonita y estoy solo esta noche. Quiere beber algo comigo?
You don’t have to wonder that people treat a woman with such beauty like that. You’re not first, you’re not the last…
And she responded:
-Gracias y Mucho gusto Roberto. Me encantaria…
And then with projectors and street lights through bars and clubs until the dawn… and then it’s not lonely and very hot in your bed… and in the morning, a little bit ill and tired you ask her:
-Como te llamas?
-Maria…
That would be the last word you would hear from her.. and she gets dressed and gone, gone…
You’re lonely again.. inside just the fantasies and at front of you their reflections on the burning down fire…
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 8:29 PM UTC
hi, read the title
prolly you are
catching ladies’ eyes
hatching new chicks
every now and then
tell tales
writing promises
on water
play with their feelings
say you only love one
oh geez there’s alot
read again the title
making someone
fall deeply
and stuck
inside
wont make you cool
hola, read again the title
im not being oppressive
there’s a reason we all
have given you this title
7 words
****
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
I saw something today and it raised hell and flipped it over
I was walking
and then on the other side of the road,
there was a Mexican lady walking, minding her business, not bothering anybody
and then a kid, some 10 year old child, shouted to her from her window
"Hola!
Como Estas?"
the lady turned around and kept on walking
and that kid yelled
"No ingles?"
and laughed and hid behind her house
then when she came back out again, I stopped and glared at her.
She looked like she was going to say something back, but she just went back in the house.
I was fuming and when I was crossing the road,
I ran to that sweet Mexican lady,
and told her,
"She doesn't know what she's saying ,
ignore her,
Have a beautiful day."
she smiled and it **** made me cry.
She was a beautiful hardworking person.
How she probably works hours and hours
for her kids at home
How she would be a loving mom, hard worker, and a kind hearted too
It was as if God's telling me,
Anna do something.
and guess what,
I will.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
the steady undertone of darkness
that i see in me in you
mama ocean's star fish
i knew that i was lucky to see this but i better high tail it out of there fast before mama gets angry - you be steppin on her babies
her babes - all she cares to tend is the babes and she will not stop until they are taken care of
you have no idea
you have no idea , how much it hurts when you **** a child
any thing with a heart beat is sacred
sacred ground that has been birthed from the very earth we pillage from ,
we are killing ourselves
forget killing each other, we are killing our own children -
we are killing the future before it has even begun - making time ,
i , am a woman of nature -
you are a man of nature -
we are the nature that holds steady and rocks hard
we are the star children of mama earth and we are not happy when you squish the creativity
we won't punish you but mama will
just and fair
Earth MAMA
thank you for your abundance and your care and your energy that pervade the all clearing seeing humus of life
(environmental interested minds - hola!!!)
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC