"jugged" poems
I hope change is not hopeless
I hope I child will never bear the weight of a gun
I hope no ones is jugged by the color of there skin
I hope we can fix every thing wrong in this world
I hope no one will ever feel the pain of hunger
I hope we can make this world a utopia
I hope for change
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Thine fligertoch froznen ech
Cucenkis chenches n xylomec,
The shlipless splood
Upon thy frosh,
With deutromic flide
and fligertosh!
O durgling narthex
And dushi dift,
Of birken shlip -
Those liqulor cractles!
Jugnot (that ye be not jugged),
Boxinuts of bumten quaggles.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Woke up in the morning
Standing in front of mirror
Staring at my self
Giving smile to my tired face
A smile with lots of mysteries
Deep down in my head
A girl standing here
She's broken in pieces by the pain ,
Her emotions faded away
She's wearing the smile
Hiding her tired face and
Covering the tears
She's surrounded by the sorrow, confusion and the lies
Still she's wearing the smile and
Hiding her tired face
She's dealing with anomous feelings,
poetry is trying to healing
She has no one to listen her Complains
She has no one to share memories
She has no one to love
She has no one to make her laugh
She has no one to treat her good
She's jugged by everyone
She's being joke by everyone
Still she's wearing the smile
And hiding her tired face
All she has a mirror whom she look and talk with self
And the poetry her way of healing
And her mysterious smile to cover up everything...
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC