"jerkers" poems - Hello Poetry

Corrupt and quiet Brain damaged Like a mental hemorrhaging A ****** heart's craving Tattooed on your clear skin Running hands over it Dusting off your innocence Dancing on ground that's caving in Men and women in pain Broken children going insane Holding their breaths Hearts heaving in their chests Painstaking memories Sipping tears from souls unclean Empty verses, lyrics obscene Children who will never be seen You've lost your health Now, what do you have left? ***** just like the rest Nothing to show, no family crest Tear jerkers Hard workers Acid-bathed men You simply cannot win Thoughts under arrest Burning names off the list Fighting with a pointless fist Lost in the lifeless mist

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Mar 28, 2014

Mar 28, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC

Xyns

Corruption

Corrupt and quiet Brain damaged Like a mental hemorrhaging A ****** heart's craving Tattooed on your clear skin Running hands over it Dusting off your innocence Dancing on ground that's caving in Men and women in pain Broken children going insane Holding their breaths Hearts heaving in their chests Painstaking memories Sipping tears from souls unclean Empty verses, lyrics obscene Children who will never be seen You've lost your health Now, what do you have left? ***** just like the rest Nothing to show, no family crest Tear jerkers Hard workers Acid-bathed men You simply cannot win Thoughts under arrest Burning names off the list Fighting with a pointless fist Lost in the lifeless mist

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May Day Fertility way Beltane honours life A peak of Spring Earth energies are most effective Let it begin All busting with potent fertility The wheel of the year, potential becomes conception Nature is fair Fire festival glare Ireland celebrations Feast of Beltane Latter times, Mary's day, it was called in the rhymes, they say Bonfires marking, the coming of Summer Granting luck to people's livestock, without mock The first day in May Irish holiday Beltane rituals, counting young men and women, picking blossoms in the woods, lighting fires as the evening stood Matches for marriages all good, right there and then, or Summer Autumn would be when Medieval modern Europe holiday Return of Spring observance Probably originating anyway, in ancient agricultural roots Rituals and perseverance, The Greeks and Romans, held such festivals People and their cattle, would walk around bonfires, and between rattle Sometimes leaping over, embers and flames All households, fires doused and re-lit from the Beltane bonfire Accompanied by a feast, with some food and drink, offered at least May Day also called Worker's Day, or International Worker's Day Commemorating the historic, struggles and gains made, by workers, and the labour movement, reins without jerkers In the United States and Canada lakes, a similar observance known, as Labor Day partakes on the first, Monday of September not May Beltane also sometimes, goes by the Name May Day This holiday strongly, associated with Pagans, they say, for fertility come what May The origins are in ancient play, across the world this May Day © 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

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May 1, 2022

May 1, 2022 at 5:45 AM UTC

universe-poems

Beltane

May Day Fertility way Beltane honours life A peak of Spring Earth energies are most effective Let it begin All busting with potent fertility The wheel of the year, potential becomes conception Nature is fair Fire festival glare Ireland celebrations Feast of Beltane Latter times, Mary's day, it was called in the rhymes, they say Bonfires marking, the coming of Summer Granting luck to people's livestock, without mock The first day in May Irish holiday Beltane rituals, counting young men and women, picking blossoms in the woods, lighting fires as the evening stood Matches for marriages all good, right there and then, or Summer Autumn would be when Medieval modern Europe holiday Return of Spring observance Probably originating anyway, in ancient agricultural roots Rituals and perseverance, The Greeks and Romans, held such festivals People and their cattle, would walk around bonfires, and between rattle Sometimes leaping over, embers and flames All households, fires doused and re-lit from the Beltane bonfire Accompanied by a feast, with some food and drink, offered at least May Day also called Worker's Day, or International Worker's Day Commemorating the historic, struggles and gains made, by workers, and the labour movement, reins without jerkers In the United States and Canada lakes, a similar observance known, as Labor Day partakes on the first, Monday of September not May Beltane also sometimes, goes by the Name May Day This holiday strongly, associated with Pagans, they say, for fertility come what May The origins are in ancient play, across the world this May Day © 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney

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I was told poems mustn't rhyme Those that do show infantile minds A child can rhyme two with glue Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue Rhymes are easy Essence is hard I use conventional flow As my not-so-trump trump card Stop. Branch out. Find the words to reach deep down. The soul wrencher's The tear jerkers The love felt on a whim From first sight Unable to project true depth Just imagery The easy kind . . . Stick to the rhymes for now Best to do what you know how

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Mar 24, 2017

Mar 24, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC

grez

To Rhyme or Not to Rhyme?

I was told poems mustn't rhyme Those that do show infantile minds A child can rhyme two with glue Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue Rhymes are easy Essence is hard I use conventional flow As my not-so-trump trump card Stop. Branch out. Find the words to reach deep down. The soul wrencher's The tear jerkers The love felt on a whim From first sight Unable to project true depth Just imagery The easy kind . . . Stick to the rhymes for now Best to do what you know how

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A poet is the cracked spine of your favorite novel. As you begin to peer inside, words fly out from every direction. Sentences you can't make out and phrases you can't even begin to recognize. His mind is a dusty dictionary of all sorts. A poet resembles the tide that rises and falls just as your heartbeat does with every syllable he breathes out. Corals scrape your legs and fish nip at your feet yet you linger in the water. A poet is a pastel picture frame. Amazing how 4 corners can freeze the sparkles in your eyes and the grin on your lips. Feelings do not last forever so we tend to keep anger, sadness, joy & love sealed in glass, sitting on our night stand. His mind is a factory. Gears & wheels working late night shifts, making sure all periods and commas are in place. You see Poets are Tear jerkers Risk takers Shape shifters and Heart breakers

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC

juliaysabella

Poets

A poet is the cracked spine of your favorite novel. As you begin to peer inside, words fly out from every direction. Sentences you can't make out and phrases you can't even begin to recognize. His mind is a dusty dictionary of all sorts. A poet resembles the tide that rises and falls just as your heartbeat does with every syllable he breathes out. Corals scrape your legs and fish nip at your feet yet you linger in the water. A poet is a pastel picture frame. Amazing how 4 corners can freeze the sparkles in your eyes and the grin on your lips. Feelings do not last forever so we tend to keep anger, sadness, joy & love sealed in glass, sitting on our night stand. His mind is a factory. Gears & wheels working late night shifts, making sure all periods and commas are in place. You see Poets are Tear jerkers Risk takers Shape shifters and Heart breakers

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The first time I saw you, I knew you were different. through the heart palpitations and rushed inhalations I saw clearly enough to differentiate You from the obstinate, the inate, the circle jerkers, the irate. I just knew. When you walk into the room, Fahrenheit becomes Celsius and I hide somewhat inside and through my racing heart and my blood rush I time my glances so you don't think I'm staring. But I am. When you smile, you unwittingly create, a mini universe with you and I. When you laugh, out of sheer infectious joy, I don't know whether to do the same or cry. When your name pops up on my phone; A loss of breath occurs with a stutter of unsaid words as the world stops and I stare as if into a daydream rising and rising until the magnitude of the amplitude is realised in its entirety. The world is lit with fireflies as I dive into a sea of you as I'm enveloped by the idea of loving and giving and romantic evenings of dinner for two. We'll drink champagne as we toast to Russell Crowe, to puns and the fun that will be had to come in the graspable future. We'll stay up all night and watch the stars, billions of light years reflected in your eyes as the fireflies dance and we're both in an each other induced trance in our mini world of two absorbed in wanderings and night meanderings. We'll watch the sun rise in a blood red dawn vanquishing the fallen stars. We'll watch the world grow and throw itself into decline and rise, following our own timeline, grabbing our destiny with both hands letting no regret reprimand us for what we do. Because, the truth is, I love you, and there's nothing I can do. In my nights awake all that's thought about is you. In my dreams and daydreams, you're the sole proprietor. the peace to my fire. our happily ever after.

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Feb 20, 2016

Feb 20, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

jamies

I couldn't say it any better

The first time I saw you, I knew you were different. through the heart palpitations and rushed inhalations I saw clearly enough to differentiate You from the obstinate, the inate, the circle jerkers, the irate. I just knew. When you walk into the room, Fahrenheit becomes Celsius and I hide somewhat inside and through my racing heart and my blood rush I time my glances so you don't think I'm staring. But I am. When you smile, you unwittingly create, a mini universe with you and I. When you laugh, out of sheer infectious joy, I don't know whether to do the same or cry. When your name pops up on my phone; A loss of breath occurs with a stutter of unsaid words as the world stops and I stare as if into a daydream rising and rising until the magnitude of the amplitude is realised in its entirety. The world is lit with fireflies as I dive into a sea of you as I'm enveloped by the idea of loving and giving and romantic evenings of dinner for two. We'll drink champagne as we toast to Russell Crowe, to puns and the fun that will be had to come in the graspable future. We'll stay up all night and watch the stars, billions of light years reflected in your eyes as the fireflies dance and we're both in an each other induced trance in our mini world of two absorbed in wanderings and night meanderings. We'll watch the sun rise in a blood red dawn vanquishing the fallen stars. We'll watch the world grow and throw itself into decline and rise, following our own timeline, grabbing our destiny with both hands letting no regret reprimand us for what we do. Because, the truth is, I love you, and there's nothing I can do. In my nights awake all that's thought about is you. In my dreams and daydreams, you're the sole proprietor. the peace to my fire. our happily ever after.

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Common place we masquerade in the light, when aligned right Inspiration shows a fairer view There's a canvas in every staircase Documenting the basic human life Unbearable solace comes unannounced Resurrection of real talk floods the avenue Old Bloods make room for the young ones Knowing every generation counts Commotion may pause I'm allowed To walk through I lean when I pass because of earned place It's well known, when writing I'm consumed Lyrical I deliver truths open minded in a closed space Spiritual Been the reborn force in a puddle Saw my reflection unfazed in a monsoon Outlined the losses with chalk, talk about those lost like legends When in reality that is peace we are all due Outstretched arms traced A border on spilt maroon Tear jerkers that flinch, when you're hesitant Stone face for a moment Then they got you On the surface a milestone to gain an inch of momentum If a green leaf speaks of a future You better plant a seed somewhere protected from the weather and concrete I have never seen a stone bloom

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Dec 31, 2016

Dec 31, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC

staticnsage9j

Ever seen a stone bloom?

Common place we masquerade in the light, when aligned right Inspiration shows a fairer view There's a canvas in every staircase Documenting the basic human life Unbearable solace comes unannounced Resurrection of real talk floods the avenue Old Bloods make room for the young ones Knowing every generation counts Commotion may pause I'm allowed To walk through I lean when I pass because of earned place It's well known, when writing I'm consumed Lyrical I deliver truths open minded in a closed space Spiritual Been the reborn force in a puddle Saw my reflection unfazed in a monsoon Outlined the losses with chalk, talk about those lost like legends When in reality that is peace we are all due Outstretched arms traced A border on spilt maroon Tear jerkers that flinch, when you're hesitant Stone face for a moment Then they got you On the surface a milestone to gain an inch of momentum If a green leaf speaks of a future You better plant a seed somewhere protected from the weather and concrete I have never seen a stone bloom

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Oh, how great the benefits of a good book; How it eases stress and clears tour head Whether it be on a beach or hammock, Or at night in a bed And then there's the genres the abundence of genres Fantasies and fictions galore Novels, and novels, and novels, oh how many novels, I can only dream of having more Then theirs the our favorites, the tear jerkers, laugh producers, And heart warmers, we cannot read without We read, and reread, and give to our friend Yet if not given back, cry, scram, and shout No Matt the genre, romance or fiction or any other kind Happiness from a book I will constantly find.

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC

hannah-kahler

Why to Read

Oh, how great the benefits of a good book; How it eases stress and clears tour head Whether it be on a beach or hammock, Or at night in a bed And then there's the genres the abundence of genres Fantasies and fictions galore Novels, and novels, and novels, oh how many novels, I can only dream of having more Then theirs the our favorites, the tear jerkers, laugh producers, And heart warmers, we cannot read without We read, and reread, and give to our friend Yet if not given back, cry, scram, and shout No Matt the genre, romance or fiction or any other kind Happiness from a book I will constantly find.

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Do you cry in movies? Tear-jerkers can be groovy, Emotional catharsis, yes, Well-acted tragedies, no less, So, movies explore being human, I guess time stands still no man.......

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Apr 3, 2017

Apr 3, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC

julie-grenness

TEAR-JERKER!

Do you cry in movies? Tear-jerkers can be groovy, Emotional catharsis, yes, Well-acted tragedies, no less, So, movies explore being human, I guess time stands still no man.......

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Fast acting, long lasting Its smashing! Girl with no more options. Animal tests, Lumps on the ******* No not on the ads, We’re selling *** Two for the money. A truck and a honey. What are we buying? We’re buying *** A girl home for the day Finds a soft spot to lay, Take off her shirt But leaves on her jeans. However, Its more than erections, The scheming perfection Of using each other To bolster our greed. In more than one boardroom There are people debating Do we want groom and groom Or the bride to be black? The intern will chime in That “going green” is “in” And we’ll all ******* buy them 2% recycled handy wipes. Because our eyes are vacuums They will always have room To take in more ******** That falls in our lines. We watch their commercials And yes, they’re tear jerkers. A one legged child Raised by two Asian guys. SO WE BUY THE DISH SOAP! THEYV’E SOLD US! We did it! We filled up our carts, In the store and online. We swallowed it all up, Leaving plastic behind. WE DID IT! We all worked as a team To fuel the Capitalist Dream. A fabricated human connection Forged between man and corporation. We’ve done it folks. The American Dream. People against people All working as a team. Well, at least for all those who have eyes.

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC

kelsey-campbell

Ads for Those with Eyes

Fast acting, long lasting Its smashing! Girl with no more options. Animal tests, Lumps on the ******* No not on the ads, We’re selling *** Two for the money. A truck and a honey. What are we buying? We’re buying *** A girl home for the day Finds a soft spot to lay, Take off her shirt But leaves on her jeans. However, Its more than erections, The scheming perfection Of using each other To bolster our greed. In more than one boardroom There are people debating Do we want groom and groom Or the bride to be black? The intern will chime in That “going green” is “in” And we’ll all ******* buy them 2% recycled handy wipes. Because our eyes are vacuums They will always have room To take in more ******** That falls in our lines. We watch their commercials And yes, they’re tear jerkers. A one legged child Raised by two Asian guys. SO WE BUY THE DISH SOAP! THEYV’E SOLD US! We did it! We filled up our carts, In the store and online. We swallowed it all up, Leaving plastic behind. WE DID IT! We all worked as a team To fuel the Capitalist Dream. A fabricated human connection Forged between man and corporation. We’ve done it folks. The American Dream. People against people All working as a team. Well, at least for all those who have eyes.

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