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"joyness" poems
Please poet don't you mind me, if I always say the wrong thing, it seems I've no control, don't need for you to remind me of the song that I must sing, my heart has one desire, in joyness that it will bring, bring it... to you, I have no real intentions, but I got lotsa lotsa apprehensions, no good ones and no, no, no bad, ones... when I do it hey say they all "wrong", well it makes me feel soooo so so so, sad, on a primrose path as I go on along I wish we all could just feel... g L a D, an sing the same same song, Hey an I look very normal, whatever that means - they say, replaying my life, into painful new scenes each an every, day, I might wear a bright side smile, & seem just so happy to you, I guess I look very young, "they" say & hey maybe that is true, so... WhAt??? It's not that hey I'm stupid, cuz my IQ is pretty high, an I ain't in love with cupid, but it maybe part the realist reason, in my question of how & why, I hold out my waiting hands, an lay my head down to cry, an... CRy,... an cRy, just... I.., Hey helpless is how I, feel, please forgive me, please cuz I, I feel like this is real, it takes me away, my mind there to steal, I'm trying to pull away, in the layers that I peel, I always, I have wondered, why I didn't quite fit in, I felt that it a curse, by some nasty hateful jinn, it feels just like a top, caught up endless in a spin, but at least now hey I know, it's not I'm  living here in sin, seems I'm in this  battle, with the odds that I won't win, please I don't mean to beg, but please won't you be a, friend? Can I, yeah me? Begin .. Again? I wonder yeah I wonder if I ever find my way, home, or if I'm cursed to walk on, to walk on, walk on here all alone, no matter where I go, no matter where I ever, roam .. .....it haunts me....       it haunts me..... It taunts me .... this thing, An whatever the case may be, be it fate or maybe even that ol' desTiNy, understanding my pain will help me to be free, as they say, please..just open your eyes, please can't you just see? Hey hey... an hey hey, hey hey, hey, hey there, any way, which way? I, I try and I try, I wish you, to just help me... to... understand, but somehow soooo elusive, it just s l i pppp ssss...right.. through... my ..empty....waiting .... .....hand. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
More Than Socially Awkward Rap - yo poets! ❤
Please poet don't you mind me, if I always say the wrong thing, it seems I've no control, don't need for you to remind me of the song that I must sing, my heart has one desire, in joyness that it will bring, bring it... to you, I have no real intentions, but I got lotsa lotsa apprehensions, no good ones and no, no, no bad, ones... when I do it hey say they all "wrong", well it makes me feel soooo so so so, sad, on a primrose path as I go on along I wish we all could just feel... g L a D, an sing the same same song, Hey an I look very normal, whatever that means - they say, replaying my life, into painful new scenes each an every, day, I might wear a bright side smile, & seem just so happy to you, I guess I look very young, "they" say & hey maybe that is true, so... WhAt??? It's not that hey I'm stupid, cuz my IQ is pretty high, an I ain't in love with cupid, but it maybe part the realist reason, in my question of how & why, I hold out my waiting hands, an lay my head down to cry, an... CRy,... an cRy, just... I.., Hey helpless is how I, feel, please forgive me, please cuz I, I feel like this is real, it takes me away, my mind there to steal, I'm trying to pull away, in the layers that I peel, I always, I have wondered, why I didn't quite fit in, I felt that it a curse, by some nasty hateful jinn, it feels just like a top, caught up endless in a spin, but at least now hey I know, it's not I'm  living here in sin, seems I'm in this  battle, with the odds that I won't win, please I don't mean to beg, but please won't you be a, friend? Can I, yeah me? Begin .. Again? I wonder yeah I wonder if I ever find my way, home, or if I'm cursed to walk on, to walk on, walk on here all alone, no matter where I go, no matter where I ever, roam .. .....it haunts me....       it haunts me..... It taunts me .... this thing, An whatever the case may be, be it fate or maybe even that ol' desTiNy, understanding my pain will help me to be free, as they say, please..just open your eyes, please can't you just see? Hey hey... an hey hey, hey hey, hey, hey there, any way, which way? I, I try and I try, I wish you, to just help me... to... understand, but somehow soooo elusive, it just s l i pppp ssss...right.. through... my ..empty....waiting .... .....hand. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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*Here comes the finale Welcome to the end The sight of love is distant Rising up to decend My heart is hurt and buried over the hill in the bend With every end there is a beginning Which seems hard to comprehend If you ask my fate he will tell you I've always been in control But this time my fate deceived me cause my life is out of control I am glad it's all over we never seemed to fly I know that it's not all over it just seems like a lie I will come back and be merry I am not giving up to die My love, my life, my joyness all disappeared in the trend The trend of distraction and cause The fashion of freedom n' divide This way man kind is limited we let it into our homes The freedom, the dream all vanished as fast as you light a match! Take wisdom, caution and mercy when freedom hit's you with a catch Your life will start to dwindle it's no longer rosy and fun There is nothing to stop the madness Only fate will take the sadness I will hope in life once again It's life thats hard to comprehend I hope I will come back to glory and live my life in content*
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:48 AM UTC
Finale
my little princess love to you cutest on the earth loving and careful my angel of the world not enough daughter but as mother and like friend hold me when i feel alone thanks to you for giving the proud to feel special when you got prize share your joyness and special moments with me love you gurhia a special hug for you and only you.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
My Little Pridhi
Orange, yellow, brown Covering the dull gravel ground Parched so bad Lifeless Yet beautiful Painting the canvas of dreariness The world They have fallen Yet strong enough To make someone's heart Scream with joyness Cheer up an empty soul. They'll crunch weakly When black boots step on them; The'll rustle along with the breeze When the heartless wind pick up; But why... Did they fall? Did they give up? "They're dead leaves child" Said her mom Bending closer to her ear A faint smile painted The latter's parted lips Agaped due to the beauty Of the painted canvas Right beneath her... "Mom...I love them" She mumbled Letting her small feet step away From the heavenly canvas of Dead leaves....
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC
Dead Leaves
So giant God your nose What gives you the right to so much impose All you eat is kibble and you smell a lot like death But you find some way to fiddle With my heart, make me bereft Your muzzle's cover in some goo But you don't seem to care I wake up to a story of Who happened, happening in the air I can smell it on you But that's my own fault I should've bathed,and fawned you Would've taken my guilt off Should've found a way to pawn you But you're with me every day And I know I owe you snacks You make me live the worst life lays Just joyness you attack
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
My Laborous Labrador
Failure of love, fired at my soul Bullets of lonliness hit my bones In the heart Left ashes of emotions, Cut the thin paper I had of joyness With your lyrically-killing scissors. Was your intention me leaving? Is that a smile I haven't seen before? Is that a kiss you don't didn't ask for? Is there a new love you believe in? Is he a sun, you seek for its core? Your coldness is never fed. Not enough. Always wants more. Pain of missing is all I recieved The ghosts you made now are my lead Look at my eyes, can what you did see? They're vacant, empty. There's no glow in them You had finished my story. Not happily. With the reflection of the lamp, on my tears, You can see, the only glow you left for me. 20-11-20-00 is your number. But don't worry, I won't ever call Into the unknown I won't again fall You have crashed me into pieces Gathering them now, is impossible. I wonder if you know my number too. From my mum's womb I was born And in your actions tomb was drown. This is my first freezing july Without you it is, I won't lie.
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
A Tomb
Smiling sky Spreading joy Surprising the heart Sprinkling snowy flakes In the chamber of every single soul Faraway flowers of joyness The fragrance of love Necessitous of happiness Glowing into your heart Spring dancing soothing the heart Singing lullaby in silent night The leaves slapping the solitude Blossoming the flowers of love OH ROSES ROSES A rendezvous in moonlight Compassion of the sky Affection of the moon A mysterious love beneath the sky by Jean C Bertrand
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
Untitled
She!! I’m telling a story of a girl... a girl who just opened her eyes to live the symphony of her life a life with littlest things she could ever imagined all the little things she could ever imagined just as little as how effortlessly she used to dress up her barbie doll and gives her best to be the greatest mother with all the monologues she always gives while dressing up her for the bride-seek game... she’s all happy, the most happy to be honest with all the love, care, pamper she gets from all the walls of her house which just completed its house-warming ceremony, she’s on the cloud of joyness indeed never knowing that walls would one-day leave her with bruises in heart that are never gonna heal... wounds that perpetually become more and more painful as her tender mind never knows how to handle the blood that is over flooding on her cheeks she never complained about all the outings and that lovely dad-daughter games that she missed, the only thing she ever could do is hoping that things will get better by seeing the just passed bike of her father’s which headed to an evening walk with her brothers with all the cacophony of thoughts that are running faster than bolt she somehow managed to bottle up and waited for the wind to blow the wings of the kite which she held, to roar longer, faster, higher in the destination of sky and life...
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Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 1:36 AM UTC
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