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"illl" poems
Mum and Dad By Abida Begum Mum and Dad you have been there from the start, from the day i was born , the first breath i took in the scary world you always been there and never looked back.My tantrums and anger you never judged me for but the true beauty of my soul is why you are here for without you i would have been scarce. so thank you for teaching me right and wrong and the hate that i have got to turn it into a song life will always be hard , i know but its the precious things in life that keep us so strong fight back with actions not words prove to them that you have been worth it all along work hard let the world know that you can do anything, yes its been told i am writing this poem to let you know you have been worth it all along so thank you for everything from the bottom of my heart no words, no actions can prove this i know so all i can say is how thankful i am mum and dad thank you for its all i can all i can give you is my heart ,yet i know it will never always be enough , no amount of anything could show how amazing you both are except these words that prolong in my heart ill take it with me to my grave yes i am scared of dying but you two are what is keeping me still standing illl tell my kids how amazing you are with the hope that i will l be just as good as you both are.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
Mum and Dad
I guess its proven to be just as we exactly wanted it to be except there isnt us. another year another tear a fear of what i feel and how Im able to live with myself behind a shadow of guilt im able to wake up -- everyday and smile and wonder to myself and think; how it would be great to hear your voice and be able to tell you that im sorry and im sorry for the lies that hurt you- and im sorry that the reason I lost you, was to better myself and be this better me; hand in hand next to you. Fate its impossible --- so they say Im a mircle baby so illl make it happen just watch me. stand  there eye me up and down, feel free, judge me try to belittle me and abuse me
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Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
Knarles Krazy
new icon, new little ones, like little presents, yeah etyeah yeah I ;like to exp,ore, like to implore your, thoughts, give me some questions!!!! I want more of them, I consume them like little drops of rain, on the tounge with the most excellent posture, writer singer porter er er er er er er er er lover hater STEALER faker STALE ADDN ILLL EAT YOUR BALLLS I WILLL EAT THJEM hahahahahha freaky Fine getting out of touch, where's it going, oh fake ouit, why why why out out out out out out 0out out itu loveer little learned to play this ******* thing like a goddamj keyboard out and in anan d in and out loveer s haters can't do without preserve it klhadridjfaj come on come yes yes lovers and screamers dreamers ******* lovers haters saviors finally coming out on top of the magnet, the magnet gravitating towards the same thing we've been hearing all goddammn doy aalll bundled up onto noises!!!!!! NOFDSAJFDAJDFSADKS JFFOOOOOOOO YEAHHHHHHHHH aFJADJFAJFDJFJAJDFJFAJJDa YAAAAAAAAAAJAa AFJDAFJADJFAAAAAAa ASLAMSLSAMSLKASMASLMSLAMSLMSMALS WORODORDORDODRODORDORDOR TRITHITURHTURHTUIRHTURHTURHTUOLIEIEIELIEIELKEILEIEILEILEIEI EYES YES EY ESYT EYS YSE YSE SY EY ESY EY SEY SY ES EY EY SEYE EY Y JAHAHAHAHAH a ends on a nice little key seriously, don't worry about me
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
Woah weird
November 26, 2014 I got out of bed that morning Drank my daily cup of coffee Went out with the boy I was seeing at the time I'm surprised I even got out of bed that day 104 pounds to weak to walk around We went to the park after three cups of Waffle House coffee I was shaking more than an earth quake shakes the trees Ring Ring It's my father calling "Sarah I need you to come home right now" Me thinking oh illl just wait another 15 minutes it's no big deal "Yes sir, be there soon" I press my shaking hands against the door **** and open it I could actually FEEL it in the room I could feel the heart break smothering my entire body I could feel the damp tears making the room humid and unbearable "Your mother has killed herself, Sarah." You expect A weeping Howl A fall hard to the ground breaking bones and your heart A gasp for your breath but only to ingulf water and drown A a painful scream that pierces the ears of you neighbors But no I just stood there Unable to move Unable to feel That's the day I knew I was broken for good. Some expensive China plate busted into 27 different pieces and you lost number 9 November 26, 2014 I broke
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Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
November 26, 2014
Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you. Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother” Where is my son muhammad? Where? “ what is his full name?” Where are you muhammad? Muhammad? Yes this is our son. God be willing. The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad Father said: “Give him to me , please, illl carry him” The mother said “Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.” And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms. We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door. She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH  O AKBAR. A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
Excerpts from” For Samaa”!!
Alaa, wake up my dear. Please wake up, look your mother has got milk for you. Sitting on the ****** floor, covered in dust and tears he said “ he was my little brother” Where is my son muhammad? Where? “ what is his full name?” Where are you muhammad? Muhammad? Yes this is our son. God be willing. The mother cried quietly and said, my Muhammad Father said: “Give him to me , please, illl carry him” The mother said “Noo, ill carry him, he is my dear son. Dnt come near to me, if you will come near, ill never forgive you Look everyone, this is my dear muhammad, God be with you my dear child.” And she held him in her lap, carrying him on the dusty streets, surronded by death , fear and destruction. She did not care, for her whole world she was carrying in her arms. We will come back my Aleppo, we are leaving you with teary heart, but wait for us my beautiful Aleppo, we will come back She stood infront of the rumbles of her beloved home and for the last time absorbed it in herself and bid a goodbye She went to her broken home, but the plants in her backyard were still green inspite of shelling and bombs, she plucked one stem and tearfully left the last step from her home, kissing the wall and the door. She was 9 months pregnant , the shell hit her, they did c section and took out the child. He was motionless and did not cry, they did cpr , pat his back by keeping him upside down, rubbed him hard and atlast he cried hard, and the room beemed with ALLAH  O AKBAR. A kind hearted Dr. Hamza, who revived my faith in kindness and humanity.
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