"jennie" poems
Shannon, Mariah, Serena, Maria
Meridia, Midian, Sharon, Alliah
Rochelle, Camille, Rose, Halo
Trenna, Jessica, Ashley, Georgia
Marla, Olivia, Sofia, India
Daniella, Diana, Christina, Caroline
Isabella, Amelia, Amanda, Matilda
Nadine, Haley, Bailey, Francine
Eliza, Annabelle, Kathryn, Sandra
Melinda, Audrey, Aubrey, Emily
Tara, Emma, Ginny, Kathleen
Josephine, Helena, Charlotte, Laura
Chelsea, Arkady, Megan, Kelsey
Kayla, Karliah, Moana, Vivien
Kaysea, Macy, Stacy, Lorraine
Theresa, Felicia, Cecilia, Darlene
Holly, Brianna, Alexa, Ariel
Marianne, Miranda, Jennie, Coral
Korra, Daisy, Penelope, Rayne
Zoey, Cassandra, Grace, Stephanie
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:34 AM UTC
Deserted on the side of the road
at first I thought it was rags.
Curiosity made me go and see
a whimper and moving paw.
Shocked there lay an injured dog
next to a blood stained log!
The tears ran not good for a man
a pathetic bundle of life.
I could not leave the animal there
thrown away without care.
What human could be that cruel
for them no humane rule!
A chill ran through me as I lifted
with a clumsy nervous gate.
Placing the vexed dog on my coat
as sad eyes gazed at me!
Soon in a veterinary waiting room
as a parent feeling the gloom.
I often go by that spot on my trips
the dog is well and by my side.
So sweet laying asleep on the seat
alert when we pass the spot.
Jennie her name we are a pair
contented with shiny hair.
How many animals are never found
and die alone on waste ground?
The Foureyed Poet.
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 8:48 AM UTC
A lonely assasin
unforgiving and without mercy
He stalks the night
Wanting revenge
Cold blooded killer
A monster
a beast
A banished Princess
She struggles to survive
Broken hearted she turns it to stone
Coping with her horrid past
A coldhearted killer
a monster
a beast
Wonder around
wind up together
Sparks fly
as weapons clash
Stone wall crumble
Love starts to bloom
beasts and monsters
being tame
Epic love story
A lonely assasin
and a Banished Princess
finding love
finding themselves
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
On the moor dwells Bonnie Jennie
On the cliffs she flies alone;
And her beauty is of such force
'Twill turn any man to stone.
The fairness of her wond'rous face
Has made men blind, crazed, or sick;
And the fleeting chill of her touch
Has frozen them to the quick.
And in the land a soldier dwells,
As straight as ary on the moor;
"And I must touch Jennie's hand," he says,
"Just once, ere I breathe no more."
Would you forsake your house and home,
Forsake your good friends three?
"I'd forsake it all for Jennie's touch,
I'd swim through the wine-dark sea."
Would you forsake all you know,
And forsake your station here?
"For Bonnie Jennie's thrilling touch,
I'd go with no twinge of fear."
But Bonnie Jennie beckons now,
She beckons with shiv’ring hand!
"Then I must leave you in the mist,
And say farewell to my native land."
He starts, and moves, and reaches out
To caress that impossible face;
But Bonnie Jennie flutters back,
And darts from place to place.
And the Bonnie Jennie is away,
Pulled back like a kite on a string;
And he is left with naught but mist,
And can hear not a blessed thing.
And try as he might, he cannot recall
The features of her he has seen;
He is tormented by his missing thoughts
But does not know what they mean.
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
If Rex Ryan got the nod
and was cast as Cindy’s prince.
The play would run much longer
than it had before or since.
When the royal decree went out
To the maidens of the land
To display their pedicures
Rex would be close at hand.
He would visit every maiden
and some hottie matrons too.
Caressing Paula’s bunions
And sniffing Jennie’s shoe..
And when he got to Cindy’s shack,
He’d take her feet in hand
And ease the pain she suffered
last night dancing with a ham.
“You have such pretty little feet,
I really hope its you.
Alas, I have no way to check,
as I forgot the shoe.”
Jan 7, 2012
Jan 7, 2012 at 9:18 AM UTC
BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA
JISOO: I'M JISOO, I'M OKAY
ROSÉ: YA, LALISA
LALISA: AH, PARK CHAEYOUNG
JENNIE: GOOD MORNING BLINKS...........
BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA
BLACKPINK
ROSÉ
JISOO
JENNIE
LALISA
LALISA: MY NAME IS LISA, LONG LEG LISA
ROSÉ: DON'T DO VIDEO CAMERA
JENNIE: THE BABY'S OKAY
JISOO: THE BABY'S OKAY
(IMITATING JENNIE)
LALISA: IF I CAN'T MARRY JISOO,
CAN I MARRY DALCOM
(LISA READING COMMENT)
JISOO: NO, HE'S MY SON, NO NEVER.
JISOO: NOT BAD BUT NOT GOOD
JENNIE: YEAH
ROSÉ: (DRAWING)
JENNIE: TRAIN TO BUSAN
ROSÉ: 🤗
ROSÉ: (DRAWING)
LALISA: WHAT IS.......
JENNIE: WHAT IS THAT ?
JENNIE: THOR
ROSÉ: BAHJA
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:08 AM UTC
Seagulls peck away at forgotten remnants.
A knot of women gossip and giggle
as they admire the young man up the shore
performing pullups, sweat rolling down
the lines of his back. Two men walk by
holding hands, sharing a kiss
before the sunset. A woman relaxes with
an erotic-mystery-thriller and a
Jennie of Morris Muscat all for herself.
And an old man lies on the sand, ****
and propped on his elbows, his toes tickling
the rising tide as he stares out into the sea.
He always hated his body. Hated being
underneath his skin, his fat, the hair
on his back, his inadequacies. This old man
plans to die here, in this new land, his senior
getaway. But at least he will spend his
final days at this beach, wetting his feet,
taking in the rising moon’s cool breath.
And he’s around people who understand
his need for freedom, who wouldn’t
make him feel ashamed for being him,
for just being born human.
A young man arrives, staying in the backshore.
He strips to his boxers and hesitates,
looking towards the waves for strength.
He then throws them off and plops down,
holding his knees to his chest, a smirk on his face.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
_I'm somewhere between heartache and agony,_
_Where your soul feels it's being crushed mercilessly_
_Yet, a raging anger_
_Burning its way through my body and melting my brain_
_Singing my insides;_
_Unable to think rationally_
_Trying to ignore you is like trying not to breathe_
_I can't help but look at your face,_
_And to tell myself this isn't real_
_10/30/19_
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
Leave it to my very best friend,
To slap the silliness right out of me.
And with a few all knowing words,
Bring me right back down to reality.
I always heed her words of advice.
She has a better perspective than me.
And she pulls me back just a little,
When I stand too close and can't see.
And she offers a clear reminder,
Of the path that I pledged to take,
And to her I am forever grateful.
For saving me so much heartbreak.
She lifts me up so that I can see,
The bigger picture from up above.
And with that view I remember,
I'm not ready to fall in love.
She says there is a long road ahead,
With opportunities galore.
And I better not ever settle again!
Unless I am very sure!
To take my time, there is no rush,
Just have fun along the way!
And always give a hundred percent,
And the time will be right one day!
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
_I don't understand why you decided_
_That leaving was better than staying;_
_Or why you think_
_That you don't need me anymore_
_But its fine dear,_
_I can only hope this is temporary as usual_
_And so when you come back,_
_I'll foolishly accept it_
_And try to pretend and hide the reality_
_10/28/19_
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
I slept for just a bit. As I tend to do. Where are all the great poets I knew and loved. Where is Wordvango? Where is Jennie? Where is Mr WCA?
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
_I had a feeling it'd come to this,_
_Yet I didn't want to accept such fate_
_Though I'm still confused,_
_As to what the **** I even did_
_Laughing and joking with all perfectly fine_
_A week of absence_
_Then suddenly years of memories thrown out the ******* window_
_Tell me,_
_Did I mean so little this whole time?_
_Nevertheless I laugh,_
_For I believe and trust you'll respect what has happened in our lives together_
_Realizing we shouldn't part ways;_
_Likewise that the first fight your boyfriend and you get into,_
_Will bring you strolling on back_
_Or even if your boyfriend and you break-up,_
_Shall do the same_
_Until then,_
_I mind to wait..._
_10/29/19_
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
Her morning began well I suppose
She may have been from out of town
Otherwise I would have not lived my day
With her as I did
I was standing on the corner of holy ground
St. Marks and First in the City
I saw her coming towards me.
She was with a friend
She passed me and then with a few steps more
She sat on a stoop.
She’s drunk I thought
She leaned over and fell on her side
We just did some stuff her friend said
Is she OK
I shook her slightly
What is her name I asked her friend
Jennie
Jennie I said loudly
Jennie
I pinched the skin between her thumb and forefinger
Hard hard with my nails
Nothing
People stopped and looked
Call an ambulance
Her breathing was slowing
I pressed my mouth to hers
And blew and blew
Again and again
Nothing
I pressed her chest over her heart
Again and again
She was gone
Her friend was gone
The ambulance arrived
and I went into the bar on the corner
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Je me souviens encore de t'avoir vue dans ce hall. Tu étais plus belle que le ciel lui-même. Tes yeux brillaient et scintillaient comme notre propre galaxie. Je t'ai aimée depuis que je t'ai vue et je t'ai aimée toutes ces années. Je suis désolée
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
I had a cat's scream symphony by the night,
'Till the neighbour's dog got tired and barked away, scaring em ***** cats,
Then the clock hit 4 a.m and Jennie's baby started to cry,
She yelled, loud as if she had a tail between her legs and two cat ears over her head,
My ears, gladly super powered by the earlier ***** would also catch moans, from downstairs
And a soft, wet rain that would fall upstairs,
Hangover would meet me later, but 'till then, I'd hear all this and giggle as if life was better than it really was;
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 2:20 AM UTC
Drunk in the Hirschhorn garden,
it seems the sculptures rise
and take to air, bronze on bronze.
Swear as sweat drops in the corner
of the eye, squint against mounting glint
of the polished windows that gaze
so blankly over the glossy green estate.
Drunk again at noon, and hardened
by hurt against the friend who surprises
with criticism: she must realize it spawns
first inside the soul? First mourner
at my living funeral. O Jennie, swimming
through the garden with your cotton grace,
tolerate my dazed smile, amid the statuary.
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Momma used to say a stupid is as a stupid does, and well Jennie I may be dumb but I know what love is. Life is like a box of chocolates, never know what you're gonna get, but I know what I want and I want you Jennie. You once asked me if I ever dream about who I'm gonna be, and well I don't know Jennie, I don't know who I want to be because I'm just me. I would run to the edge of the earth to be with you, I can't leave my past behind me when you're in it, I want to move forward but with you by my side. Like I've said before Jennie your my girl. You always will be, even if you never return a message back to me. I think I'm getting sick, so is the boy, maybe we got your illness before you left. I'm getting weaker by the minute, I feel as if I am about to die. So if this is the last goodbye, then so be it, I will be waiting for you in heaven. Goodbye Jennie.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC