"ingore" poems
There is a cry
A cry in the night
The cry is ignored
It grows louder
But still ignored
It grows stronger
But still ignored
The cry in gone
But the one who cries is too
Cause they were ignored
Don't ignore
Remember
Care
Be there
I heard a cry
A cry in the night
I ignored the cry
It grew louder
But I still ignored it
It grew stronger
But I still ignored it
The cry is gone
But my sister is too
Cause I ignored her
Don't ingore
Remember
Care
Be there
I heard a cry
A cry in the night
I ignored it
It grew louder
I listened
It grew stronger
I went
The cry is gone
I was not there in time
My daughter is gone
Cause I ignored her
Don't ignore
Remember
Care
Be there
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 10:49 AM UTC
I don't know why
I love this game so much
It got me tangled into situations
That even I could never imagined.
I guess this is my consequences
Of trying to figure out the difficult
Of trying to lighten up the dark
Of trying to mend what's broke
Of trying to lift what's drown.
Maybe I did play with fire
And I'm loving the way you burn me.
When you call me up
Saying you need me
I came running to you.
And the moment
When I want us to stay
You'd left for someone else.
When I want to talk
You'd shout and walk away,
When I needed you
You'd ingore and shut me up.
Isn't this so toxic?
This love is complicated,
But I guess it never was,
Since there's only one that loved
The other one thought she wasn't enough.
And just when I'm out of air
Saying baby you suffocate me and you're the air I breathe.
This is our endgame,
Baby I won't say "please stay".
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
A Child calling for Love, Why must this Child Suffer, to Why, we don't know,
for us Adults, child is unknown to the Eye's they see,
why must this Child go on Living a Life of Hate,
Why was this Child Born, to what we may Ask,
Abuse after Abuse,
all the Child asks and calling of Love,
Why two People, Who become Parents,
that One Simple Child to be Place Upon Parents,
Who don't Deserve, the Blessing of a Child,
at Night, Child Sleeps, through hours of Time,
Dreams become Real,
Into their own Little Minds,
there are Issue's of these Dreams,
Horror of Thought's, Horror of Being Abuse,
who will be the striker Upon a Child,
who will not Listen, for the Child Cries alone,
Let a Child be Loved,
this is a World, we Bring a Child,
Child should have, the Love by Two, not only One,
Child should be Blessed by the Gods of their own Endures,
God Shelter a Child, Protect those in need,
a Child is Ignore, every second of the Hour,
Who would Listen,
Tears flow, down into their Pillows,
Dreams of Horror, a Child must not have,
Dreams of Horror,
Illusion become Real, who will Save this Child,
Abuse happens every day Life,
how can we Stop it,
Abuse is a History of Violence of the World,
Creation by Man or Woman,
the Hands Placed upon a Child,
would Surrender to who they are,
Please to Place a Child Love,
exchange for Abuse and Ingore,
a Child is a Beautiful Mind, only the Eye's of Parents,
who Gave Birth, will never know,
a Child is Abuse every second of their Life,
Please Hear the Children Cry,
they only ask for One thing,
A Child Calling For Love, is by Two People,
who become Parents of a Child, they Gave Birth
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 2:16 PM UTC
That art of fuge
Let bach rise in
The grass the neihbor
And I are mad for.
The top of my longues.
Every inch in my gut the air
Escapes with the scream
I saw this morning.
The lonly seagull flying
Over blue waves
Moves to fast to paint
The muse on sail boats
Searching fornwind.
The wind to go north.
Towards the border
Of new places.
The heart im told
Explains my metaphoric soul.
But from the angle I saw
Captured me with music.
How mad was john clare
When he saw the whole entire world.
He wasnt crazy
Im crazy to ingore
The muse.
The moonlite sonnata
And day breaking dawn.
Where the trees dead rings
Tell me thirty years ago
My mother saw six feet of snow
And she was glad.
Wennever can get tired
When we act like children.
The liberation hears every
Seed in a pink lady apple.
We were born to feel
The colors of art.
We were born to die in
The irony of death.
We came out with the ego
Of a thousand parrots
Repeat what youve learned and
Heard. Give it to the universal
Brahma of creation.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
In a single breath is a vortex
A spiral in text
A pi comes next
Reset and rest
Hear what you see
See what you hear
The difference will be
Uncertain and unclear
Mix things up
From the bottom to the top
Pour into a cup
Watch the bubbles pop
When you notice
You may stop
You know the vice
Wringing the mop
Drying you leaving residue
You are tired not renewed
Bought your own view
That seems askew
Crooked like the morning
Some can squint and glare
The glasses their putting
On to feel better unaware
Can you hear it
You ingore everyday
Can you feel it
Flowing in everyway
Not all connections
Need contacts
Just position
Positivity it can react
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
Death knocked on his door
Willingly, he couldn't ingore
All his wishes were tore
And his heart has become sore
Sadly he tightened the knot
Hung it from ceiling spot
Closing his eyes he thought
With his sense of attachments, he fought
No doubt,failure makes you down
But,every night is followed by dawn
Who lost the war can still conquer his town
You have to fight untill you have your crown
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
For stop chasing you,
For not always stay by your side,
For denying I love you so much,
For ingore the flowers you bought,
For stop dreaming the worlds is our,
For not enough times to spend together,
For just holds your arms when we walk,
For ingore when you talk,
For step back when I give you hope,
For never believe that we'll make it works,
For giving you a hope and run again,
For making things even worse,
For letting go the chances,
For no reason at all.
Regrets for just for nothing.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
If the evil one is putting evil thoughts into your mind.
Like suicide, or something else like that here on earth.
Just focus on Jesus, nothing can stand against his might.
Ingore the evil spirits, they will be judged by him soon.
Just pray to the Lord, to deliver you from bad thoughts.
Ask the Good Lord to rescue you from your pain too.
Then just keep focusing on the Good Shepherd too.
For he shall stand with you protecting you from evil.
While restoring you with your family and friends.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC