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Alexander Smith Jun 2011
I sit on my bed
With words and prhases in my head,
How to connect them, I don't know.
I wish I had the lyrical skills of Poe.
What words rhyme with 'December"???
Remember, dismember, glowing ember,
Its like a puzzle, trying to make words fit
This is a good line, one I cannot omit.
Oh yes!! That rhyme is perfect!
Now I must make the line and poem connect.
Word rhyme, rhyme to prhase, phrase to line,
Line to poem, and now I must refine
This page, checking my spelling,
Will they like this poem? There's no telling.
Why must I rhyme?! Can't I just rage out in prose?!
Oh, but I'm too quiet to do that. I know, everyone knows.
Oh well, I need another rhyme.
A rhyem to rhyme with rhyme,
It's like a paradox to find this rhyme of rhyme,
A-hyme
B-hyme
C-hyme
Wait, "chime"!
No, it doesn't fit, and it's a dumb rhyme.
There no rhyme for "rhyme" I bet,
Oh well, I continue down the alphabet,
Q-hyme
R-hyme
Got it!
Oh... duh.
S-hyme,
No, that is it.  
There's no rhyme for "rhyme"
I guess I have been just wasting my time.
Mr Xelle Nov 2014
Use to write a song but now the beat just plays me.

Flirting with the mic I can see it wanna kiss me.

It's getting kinda intimate how my poems hold me

Leaving my brain on a page that's oral you see...

******* gave me keys to city,
Drinking all my words the pencil told me to "marry me"...
SøułSurvivør Nov 2014
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Mr Xelle Aug 2014
They came to party until the world ends...
Play the record again
DJ Play that track again..
I watch the stars and clouds and ask when is the end?
Do I go and dance with my friends?
Do I go and watch the world end?
And they say..

Earth is caving in, run away from them.
There world is plastic
They think it's fantastic
Go and talk to him..the man that guides the wind.
Go and ask him,
He is here to save them.

Go and ask you know need Savin
Go and ask you know need Savin
Go ask him the world they know is plastic.
It will burn by there own sinful habits
Go and ask him..
Go and ask him.. The world you know is plastic
It's a habit the world you know is!

Plastic!
Plastic!
Plastic..

Hurry ask him

I came to dance a new song and hyme, Tell me how it ends.
my world is plastic
I was a fanatic
Watch the clouds and stars they took me very far.
He said..

Dust the magic off your feet,
And the plastic off your hands
My heart I give you so you can be real person again.

My songs are platnuim now go and sing to them and who ever here you they hears me.
Mr Xelle Mar 2016
Touch from  the angels
Gripped by God
Devil always talking
"You'll never have Enough".
Demons they spit
The angels silent tonight
God whispers and say
"Trust in me threw the Fight".
I ******* own blood
It flows from the bite
Death just looks like
" I'll be back alright?"
Fainting...
One blink gone
Breath in...
I can see my bones.
Get up!
I find the strength to roll.
My heart sings a sweet Hyme for my soul..!

From glory to glory they will go...

**Chuckles
deepika shankar Mar 2017
Will she ever search  , where were you now !
When he is the only sun to her heart.
The similar hyme of beauty they sing.
Over the quarrels ,love they bring.
There love is fire in ice.
There love has no price.
Chilled as a winters night.
Warmth as may day light.
If he ever defined her as a moon ,
She is never beautiful as soon ,his
Luminance fregnence her.
When her ears echos only and only loneliness .
She cannot thriue unless her prayers ,
whom heaven delights to hear.
Filckered her radiance after a couple of dock a time  .
His glimps narrated her love devine.
Is moon still alone !
query remains , when his luminance  is fregnating her veins.
Remembrances  of mah delighted sun
Mr Xelle Aug 2014
Blinds cover and sheets cover the cold winter sings soft like a new born hyme.

You Got Doctors you got pills but what's touching him?

New letters the new faces I see that life is writing to him.

In a story that's not mine, another character but what's scarier? If I our friendship dies at the end.
Leay Jul 2016
Beat me a heart,
unburdened of sin

Through a passing of time.

Through the monochrome hyme.                  

Beat it hollow and cold.

Who Refuse,
thee, the bold

Ever you find,
Your story untold.

For it Currency of
an  unmeasured gain.

Holds its value of nothing,

If efforts are feigned.


Yet,

emboldened are we.

Awaked of gray.

To the right and the wrong.
To the dawning of day.

For the prelude of leaving,
A world gone awry.

Will we never again,
Be the proxy of I.
Ken Pepiton Oct 2019
Viktor Frankl's faith was trust that one's life holds meaning
trust in ultimate meaning...
t'me,
My word trust holds true and rest crammed together for support
to stand under knowing the entire set of upgrades
and lock changes,
to mankind-basic knowledge of good and evil, since my last
a filtration algo-i'll-go rythmn and hyme adjusterho rholler
that powers ourkind past wayless places
when language joins the gamers playing for glory, at any cost,

Old Glory

per pose haps need happening,
sans happy-ness,
what ness could ever be?

What's the haps? Don't lie.
What's goin' on? Don't lie. Say,

Regular stuff. My side's winnin'. A *** in Pershing Square,
under the Jesus Saves sign, brought that to mind,

Fifty years ago, for him, looked like "no direction home"

Sansara sera, whatever sera selah

Nihili, to the max, right. But,
we know
other than this now,
this
breath

thinking process of cognitive rythm building
thunderwordmagicalthoughtsenchanghgken

coughing final, expulsion of some invading barb,
a fiery dart, setting cooling

actions sponding to ligands loosed when the
third aveili in a micron failed to expell

smooth
slowww whoooshhhhh
in-a-ginning be da vita, see...

say I think I know this feeling

qwhy-esse quiessence,
a settling,
after all that could be shaken, was.

acid to water, or water to acid?
who would gno?
Southern California autumn breezes
Mr Xelle Jul 2017
I tried to hold the light Deep within the chambers of my Spirit
I have tasted the joy of a Dear Savior
His blood on my hands were wiped by his grace  
His tears were on my shoulder
And his friendship was royalty.
I asked him why do you come down to see me there's many in this world and he will always told me i" am"
he had a peaceful  pause ..
As my fate was sealed
And my name was dirt
My hands shook
And my mouth open with hyme
And said :

Don't you see what I'm doing ! Do you see what there doing ? We are ***** my friend oh so ***** I'm nasty oh so nasty!

I'm breaking and I'm not lonely
I took your son and made him my something
We do things that are nothing
Temporary nothings all around me
Signs of the times
I say all the time taking my time gets harder sometimes.

I gotta catch myself
I'm falling right threw hands
Is there a way to come back and will even have the strength as I start backing up his eyes oh his eyes felt they were whispering things to me.
Will you be waiting..
Krison Jun 2018
On sidewalks find my feet.
Do I follow quickened beat.
Of  haste to free myself of them.


All the dreary numb.

That lack of sound
drown pain of ground .
And nightly free abate.


In step abound of all so fleet
That of my ear does fight to greet
To cause my gait to quicken so
And find my thoughts so easy go.

To a room of my own mind
A place no map can find.

The silence against the churning road.
That hyme in me that is abode.


So nightly I Intern to keep,
The dreams i find within my sleep.
My quit and quiet, little place,
And only peace I know.
Krison Jun 2018
As the seasons change, repeat and then renew.
Gardens, field and wood resign.
To all the hand that till the land.
That mold and turn the ground.

With picture, paint, verse and song.
Who draw and sing of you.

So loud a voice and many praise,
Against the crop you grow and raze,
Out of blackened Earth.

We never find us why.
To chance the perfect hyme.
Of the perfect birth of you, drawn with perfect dye.
Mr Xelle Oct 2014
I have the brightest light and his is kinda dim.
But  I don't hit the right notes and his is sounding like a good hyme.
He's the one that loves to much when it comes to friends, and when comes home at night love sick I just say "here I am".
The mirror don't know  me when I talk the truth but I know he hears me when he comes back and say "is my noise to big or somethin"?
Why do you stare at me like that's gonna change your situation?
Let's not point fingers cause the same fingers is gunna hold you tonight.
I'm hear then I'm here even when those brown eyes are trying to hide the hurt or won't disappear.
Come to me and look at me again,
I will tell you it again
I love you and when I can't talk to you.
That's why we gave our life to the truth so you don't have to lie with a man.
The sphere-cord spirit soul mind et emotion of Perfecthood.

³ECO-CITERN MALMÖ
Mermaid:

This is the rating of dullness everywhere & anywhere;
Death & Dirt.
Lost & Lust.
**** et Pawn.
ill-tracy &  ill-moral.
Prematured & Overlyriped.

Desire is a corded mind will
Passion is an emotionate stationery
Imbalance is a soul depthmentory
Instability is the only spirited fear.

Aviod consequences do not be like the storks
For a grain of wheat falls down and dies before it learns disciplinary.

Hear no evil
see no devil
feel no rivery
taste no mistake
& breathe in no errors.
This is the eternal living cells plan.


The Psalm sin is Delilah "The-Lilly"
The Psalm wellness is "Aphrodite-Hera"
******-seduction & Foolish mistake
Is 49% in ranking rated power
When advise calculated sperical.
The curse? off course A cause
(Cos,*** cure).

A mare-Maid is a Malmö
my school pet friendly
Do not think you are unluckily
for I have given you the Covenanted-Law
In folklore.

PYRAMIDFIED
Mother:

I know of ten thousand women
called Jane and Maria,
but I have not seen any two
who truly were the same.

Mirror twins are different in intentions,
although their features Jibe,

And lovers think quite different thoughts while laying side by side.

In minor ways we differ,
in major we are the same.

I note the obvious difference
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike,
my friend,
than we are unalike.

And in love we are one,
one light.


I know the sacrifices that make up a mother,
I know a good woman
by her she raise up her daughter,

By her noble character
she builds up a home,
her husband has full confidence in her
& lacks nothing of value.

The knot of her union is uderstanding
the price of her child is wisdom
& the bond of her friendship is visionary.


her lamp does not go out at night
she smile at eternal life.
she speaks with acknowledgement,
faithful instruction is on her tongue
a good mother is to be praised.

CITADEL-IFIÉD
Bridal Wife:

Born out of the mud of heaven
Sister of the garden
fair & lovely
close to the night,
Eve, is her name.


Moonlight is her smile
sunshine her strength
the waters beneath her
is a sacred oath of union.

Like a lotus flower that blossom in mud,
be patient,
for she's a sure bloomer
& her bliss is to comfort her belove.

Her voice is a Star-dusted storm
blowing easy on festive seasons,
her touch like cool breeze
she set her lover free.

Her portion is care
her portion is rare
she is the kind emotion the ocean seeks from the wind,
an amazing peace
when darkness embraces.

Dearly beloved is the healing of union
she remember the vows of a ring
fulfilment of sacred purpose,
she complete life
she's everlasting.


Oh pray my wings are gonna fit me well,
as our bodies make melodious chants
as pure as hyme
and psalms that flung to heaven
our spiritual home.

I am as Adam,
you're the flesh of my flesh
and bones of my bones.
we are One body a family tree.


AXUMIFIED
Daughter of the god's;

Homely cosmology is beautiful
& cosmetical surgical is flirtatious
but by wisdom a home is built,

And through understanding
it is established;
through knowledge
its rooms are filled
  with rare and beautiful treasures

Seek for counsel
as sheba my daughter,
& by discipline choose your friends correctly
for your character determines your destiny.

Do not shy away from rebuked
for rightness comes with a smile
and a rod spared, spoils the child.

I know the young & merry
but remember daughter
charm is deceptive,
and beauty is fleeting;
seek life and essence
and nature will crown your purpose
with Joy.

Mother's are made to support
Aunties are made to instruct
A wife is made to comfort
Daughters et sisters are made to complete & not compete

The Lord gave a simple prayer
recite it daily before dawn,
& your soul will be free as butterfly
your intentions harmless as a dove
and all your path shining brightly.

Nothing much to say,
nothing is new to the sun
they who love good, seek good
they who love good, see good
and good advise are as firm nails.
Mr Xelle Feb 25
If I had it all....
I would bought you car with miles and all.
Would of been there so you wouldn't have to call
Yet I play to ball
It's like I was made to fall
Right into your arms then go walk in the mall
If I had it all ...
Would it be something to taste your lips again
Cause I have been him the one that keeps receipts then
Falling so far froma Godly hyme
Im singing alone again.
But if I had it all
Jesus would be calling me to make a call
Finding all my demons bleeding like a bite from jaws
But if I ...
Byron Feb 2013
I can understand my intense undertow of honest admeration for the fools and kings of this uni-world. Austin I've never felt so safe in taking my own life. I've never wanted to die so much more than you. Austin I've been thining lately abo........and who the **** are the ******* ****** sitting in my house in the room next to me like angry ants clawing at the bt of ground around my ears! Who are these **** monsters and goblins drentching at the sight of my own oneness with a trancendent hotel loby. Why am I loving on every angry thought I can come with. Why am I caring about the most ignorant breed pf poeple. Why can i never call out thier name? Aways a mistake. I am forgoten as a mystery-freak who looked aloof at parties and sat on the roof too long at night. I've really ****** mysef over today. I had no respect for myself, I had only a little music to spit out. It wasn't even good. It was just a lame lulaby I woud rip from a hyme I heard as a child in mass. The sus fourth resolving to the triumphant third. The purest harmony for you my sweetest love. I want you only for a minute or two and then I want to just impaile the nght sky into venus and larger spheres. Monogamy is a hell of a drug.

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