"hypes" poems
Fanatics fixed their eyes upon
The screen to cheer their team
The mood there in the air was tense
Tricolor seemed out of steam
The clock was counting down
The time was drawing nigh
Doomed to lose and head on home
Bid Russia their goodbye
An errant shot deflected out
Gave them one last chance
To score a goal and prance about
Show off their famous dance
From the corner, the ball soared in
A hero rose above
Mina smacked it with his head
And won his country's love
England shocked to see the win
Snatched right from their grasp
Colombia delirious
Successful at last gasp
And thus the game was sent along
Into the overtime
Two periods were played to nil
Two teams full in their prime
Penalties would now decide
Which team would advance
The locals glued to their tvs
The nation in a trance
Falcao scores! Kane as well!
Cuadrado, Rashford too!
Muriel then strikes one home
Tricolor up three to two!
Ospina blocks the next one
Hypes up the frenzied crowd
But Uribe hits the crossbar
And the silence echoes loud
Trippier knots it up again
We're down to final shots
Bacca fails to get his through
Past Pickford's valiant swat
Fate rests upon this final kick
Well placed with perfect spin
Just past Ospina's outstreched hands
Dier seals the win
The cafeteros reel from shock
No sign of jubilation
But still the crowd, crushed in defeat
Show their appreciation
Colombia eliminated
We give them all a hand
And though their World Cup here is done
I'm now their biggest fan
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
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Storm is gone
and all hypes have settled down
i go straight to that one place
for that much awaited
cleansing...............and freedom
i strip myself of clothings
on the surface
and those underneath my skin...
Under the shower
i am bare
as a newborn babe.
sighing....as i surrender myself
to the trickles of water sliding
down
my
body...
I turn around once...
twice...
thrice,
to spray the wetness
all over me...
...i turn the **** gently....for more water
...close my eyes
...as countless thin drops flow out, touch my head,
i let them trace
the countours
of my face...
Mouth opens a bit
i drink in some...to quench my thirst
let go of some...and retain the rest
be overcome by the coolness of the tap water,
.....take time to reflect...to ponder...
....while wet eyes give way to sniffles
....blending with those refreshing trickles,
...........erasing muddy stains of fear
...................and dried marks of tears
................sighs, of fatigue...and regret
.............these, i most often neglect...
.....under the shower, they'd be quashed
..........i'd let them all be awash
......................save for my personal friends,
..........like grit........and good ole common sense.
As water saturates my whole being
...a few expectations and dreams
..........go down the drain
.......while others.....stay
........and dwell within.
Some feelings just cannot hide
...some, refuse to surface, and stay buried deep inside.
Sally
Copyright October 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
We were born writers,
insane already when our mothers were aching
to sent us out in the world
relieve their personal catharsis.
Little did they knew
that this was the beginning of their pain.
Their suffering, starts from childbirth
and lasts till the moment they die.
Our girlfriends will make the same mistake
as our mothers;
falling in love
believing in the ***
in the future entwined
around us
and
some,
at least one will make
the statutory mistake of bearing our child
the trojan horse for the end.
We, are like parasites
we **** food, water, shelter
we nourish in beauty, warmth and care
and yet when we find open exposed skins
floating on blue, timid waters
we have nothing better to do.
words are our weapons,
our friends, our nemesis
our route to fame and
the very real lack of it.
We smash everything around us,
people ****** into day jobs around us
suffer
forget the daily bliss of life
if they share a conversation
forget more
if they dare share a kiss
a personal intimation.
Besides, we are depressed souls.
Repressed
sexually charged
impotent
and
ugly, repugnant
narcissists.
We sit in coffee shops
with our personal diaries
and create and destroy the future
of the tomorrow
that reads,
believes in us.
Every inch of caffeine
makes us **** out hate
and
spill out so much guts
that people who read us
squirm like acid burns.
We create hypes,
fool around with Nietzscheian ideas,
existential crap
but all we are doing
is creating a device
for shameful procrastination.
The world was not built around us
No world will
Whatever we think
we scoop up earthly dust
our jobs are but the
position of glorified
janitors.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
©PMcCoywrites
The female gender is beautiful
A part of our existence
Without which we got no experience
You see her here and there
She is designed delicately for care.
The female gender is awesome
She was wired to want some
No, to want more
She bear a part to adore
Her innate nature resides in the room of praise.
The female gender is colourful
She makes the world beautiful
Than would flowers, rainbow and music
The male gender hypes her up
She likes to be talked-up.
The female gender is an amazing album
The world can’t put bottom.
Imagine the world bound in boredom
And, God didn’t give Adam
A female gender to pamper his emotion.
Human kind would be bankrupt
Without love to sooth wounded souls.
Without her we wouldn’t have evolved.
The male gender would retire his soles.
And mankind goes into extinction.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
A leopard doesn’t
Change it’s spots
Nor does a zebra
Change it’s stripes
America won’t be
Great again
It’s just a slogan
He hypes
Nothing will end
Here and now
That’s just
What he says
I can’t help
But feel somehow
That we should
Say our prayers
He promises to
To bring back
Our jobs
As if he really can
Like he’s some kind
Of employment god
But he’s merely
A man
He can do
Whatever he wants
Because of his
Celebrity
I think he’s on
An ego trip
If you're
Asking me
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
**i am just so ******* tired.
of people that try to write like me.
i hate it. you would think i like it, and
i am flattered mind you, but i ******* hate it.
sometimes i just see my words everywhere,
i see my sentences everywhere, **** even the
way i have normal conversations. i am happy
and grateful so many of you idolise me, but
when i see a sentence of mine in another's poem,
it actually really hurts. don't ask me to
teach you how i write, because i cannot.
i hate it when its the people really close to me
that think just because i value your friendship,
you have that privilege. i hate it more when
people just try to be close to me just because they want
to write like me.
just stop it.. okay? or, i will be no more.**
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 9:08 AM UTC
i can hear a neighbor moan in anguish about her hopelessness, and i too, get wet at the vibrations of those thoughts. i too savor in the salty sweetness of vulnerability and i too get off on the hurt as she hypes and pipes and rattles and shakes and quakes and breaks and slowly gathers herself together again as a puddle down the drain.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
i. He calls me sunshine.
ii. He hypes up my pictures.
iii. He reaches me every day.
iv. He tries to speak in my favourite language.
v. He absolutely knows how to flatter me with love.
vi. He spams me with morning and night wishes.
vii. He still makes time for me out of his packed schedule.
Best of all, he is **** serious with his life vision with me.
— seven things I thought they wouldn’t happen to the insignificant me, before you serendipitously came into my life.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 12:08 PM UTC
Every corner seems to be in love with him
Over little dreams, dans the Cruise,
Heartbeats over hearing in the summer rain
Laughing about dreams,
Honey dew.
Honeysuckle is my queen,
She's smiling upon him,
She's so violent and proud,
Chanting softly walking high,
Feeling hypes above the sky,
There are lovers, real on games,
Walking roses overnight.
I'm just happy on my way,
Sunshine brights for me again,
Sweet carnage,
Follow kisses,
Hit the rain,
I got nothing more to life for
Since I finally find my way,
Dark soft roses,
Dark spring,
Honey love over the hill,
Commonly hidden by fiends.
-Luis Feliz
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
My heart leaps when i feel your presence
My life sparks and chills with your essence
My Love before makes no detailed sense
But now with you my hypes are clemenced
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
The days shorten when you’re
about to collapse into the pile of ashes.
Make way for the young, the generation that hypes.
Write to find a journey within the sand
; eat and be merry.
Find your compliments through ART
Andy—he looks right at me—dream on.
Look towards the cross-eyed mannequin,
slipping into a coma. No one wants to be alone,
and vulnerable. We want to touch each other’s
skin, lay in each other’s arms, kiss; nose to nose.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
do not read the news
just do not
do it;
media hypes
the worst of it all
in hopes that we'll become
Paralyzed
school is cancelled
children cheer
while families fear for the
Future
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
I sought help from you and all your kind.
To fix the cracks formed in my mind.
I reached out because all was dark.
In desolation without a spark.
Consulting you because my mind had flipped.
I don't recall the name of pills on that script.
So many now that have come and gone.
So many kinds you've had me on.
My mind and body with side effect.
Years and years of that neglect.
Going cold while changing types.
Try something new with all its hypes.
Still waving like a drowning man.
And despite my plea no change of plan.
Is this all your education can do?
What really is the point of you?
Years of drugs and threats of E.C.T
Do you know the new cracks you made for me?
I wont medicate this stuff not one more pill.
Not one of my mental cracks did it fill.
Feeling better just being drug free.
Thank you Doc for helping me.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
I wish my wish would come true
After what I've been through
As my heart you took and tore
Yet you are the one I crave for
My heart still beats in rhythm
As my mind beats on like drum
Your love hypes up my feelings
Coz my dreams you are stealing
Here I am, there you are staring
Your favorite color, I am wearing
A blaze in your eyes, I've seen ignite
In your arms, you did invite
A dance on a full moon night
Holding onto me, your grips were tight
A lot said through your dreamy eyes
My torn heart blushing, unexplained cries
More determination you showed
Fixed all broken promises you owed
My wishes finally fulfilling
As all my fears you kept killing...
©sim
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 3:08 AM UTC