"kudo" poems - Hello Poetry

you're walking mighty cocky, gobble every little kudo to so grow your bobbing crimson head instead of mending bridges burnt to ash and grain you rain and wobble 'top this weather vain, again you drain the night no flight, that's right it's you I've named the Rooster.

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC

dotch-applestein

The Rooster

you're walking mighty cocky, gobble every little kudo to so grow your bobbing crimson head instead of mending bridges burnt to ash and grain you rain and wobble 'top this weather vain, again you drain the night no flight, that's right it's you I've named the Rooster.

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Elsa Angélica Reina de la luna de la medianoche, Anticuerpos de la oscuridad Mi amour 'mío desmayo suave, Elsa Angélica Affuse abajo alma mía ¿En castellano Ourn del yacía Para que todos seeith en la página corriente principal, Picotazos Cassia, sudor convento Multa de goteo entre las líneas Estamos espíritu de la antigüedad en la búsqueda foulard En donde otros de a nosotros arte ciego Elsa Angélica Glaive al dolor de la mina Me sanó con tu canto América Sólo soy una bestia volvió esclavo noble Una visita obligada española a la mirada del poeta .... Elsa Angélica Ingrowing enamorada Ourn Me Inhale a tu café almizcle, En donde se tira por el empuje decisivo Y de la celestiales nuestras de por amanecer y al atardecer .... Me Kyanize, voy de Kudo thou No lasitud, no hay gruñidos larrup Calles de pasillo caballerosidad dorada Capa del sol, con Ourn propia sonrisa de Sólo una luna de un sol en la trayectoria de directos Sin dolor, ni la ira, libre al fin .... Sintiendo la explosión universal, Almas que pasan, entrelazados como uno !!!!!! ( Spanish version) ( English translated) Elsa Angelica Queen of midnight moon, Antibody of darkness Mi amour' of mine gentle swoon, Elsa Angelica Affuse down mine soul Wherein ourn castellan lay's For all to seeith on mainstream page, Cassia pecks, convent sweat Drip's fine between the lines We're spirit's of old in foulard quest Wherein other's to us art blind Elsa Angelica Glaive to mine pain's Healed me by thy Latin chant I'm just a beast turned noble slave A Spanish must to poet's glance.... Elsa Angelica Ingrowing in ourn love Inhale me to thy coffee musk, Wherein were pulling by crucial ****** And the celestial's our's by dawn and dusk.... Kyanize me, I'll kudo's thou No lassitude, no larrup growls Streets of gilded chivalry aisle Cloak the sun, with ourn own smile's Just a moon an sun in direct path's No hurt, nor anger, free at last.... Feeling the universal blast Souls to pass, entwined as one!!!!!!

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Jun 26, 2015

Jun 26, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

Romanticismo universal (poema dedicación / canción al amor mío ( Universal romance, dedication poem/song to mine love) spanish dialect...

Elsa Angélica Reina de la luna de la medianoche, Anticuerpos de la oscuridad Mi amour 'mío desmayo suave, Elsa Angélica Affuse abajo alma mía ¿En castellano Ourn del yacía Para que todos seeith en la página corriente principal, Picotazos Cassia, sudor convento Multa de goteo entre las líneas Estamos espíritu de la antigüedad en la búsqueda foulard En donde otros de a nosotros arte ciego Elsa Angélica Glaive al dolor de la mina Me sanó con tu canto América Sólo soy una bestia volvió esclavo noble Una visita obligada española a la mirada del poeta .... Elsa Angélica Ingrowing enamorada Ourn Me Inhale a tu café almizcle, En donde se tira por el empuje decisivo Y de la celestiales nuestras de por amanecer y al atardecer .... Me Kyanize, voy de Kudo thou No lasitud, no hay gruñidos larrup Calles de pasillo caballerosidad dorada Capa del sol, con Ourn propia sonrisa de Sólo una luna de un sol en la trayectoria de directos Sin dolor, ni la ira, libre al fin .... Sintiendo la explosión universal, Almas que pasan, entrelazados como uno !!!!!! ( Spanish version) ( English translated) Elsa Angelica Queen of midnight moon, Antibody of darkness Mi amour' of mine gentle swoon, Elsa Angelica Affuse down mine soul Wherein ourn castellan lay's For all to seeith on mainstream page, Cassia pecks, convent sweat Drip's fine between the lines We're spirit's of old in foulard quest Wherein other's to us art blind Elsa Angelica Glaive to mine pain's Healed me by thy Latin chant I'm just a beast turned noble slave A Spanish must to poet's glance.... Elsa Angelica Ingrowing in ourn love Inhale me to thy coffee musk, Wherein were pulling by crucial ****** And the celestial's our's by dawn and dusk.... Kyanize me, I'll kudo's thou No lassitude, no larrup growls Streets of gilded chivalry aisle Cloak the sun, with ourn own smile's Just a moon an sun in direct path's No hurt, nor anger, free at last.... Feeling the universal blast Souls to pass, entwined as one!!!!!!

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You climbed the mountain alone, even when friends and family gave up on you, you remained strong and followed along. You had a girlfriend who said she supported you through it all, kudo's to her only she left you the moment it seemed you were about to fall. It hurt, the pain was unbearable and very real, you finally realized you were alone and a moment of doubt set in, maybe I should quit, fall and go back home. But what's there for you now, just a past sad life and a broken town that's been run down. You keep going and start to notice something about yourself. You're by yourself, you feel better and everyone says you're beside yourself. And that's okay, you don't care anymore because the ones that you once deemed real you can see that are fake. The ones that calls you friend and brother sound a lot like snakes, so you go be like a Kit Kat and feel good after every break. And oh family are the worse. They never believed in you. Your value to them was compared to the dirt. And it hurt, to see others get so much praise, when they didn't even say congrats to the time and the work. But at this point you've gone numb to everything else around you. The people once tried to down you, mama wish she drowned you, daddy just isn't here and your friends tried to clown you. But now you're here at the top, and there aggression is no longer there cuz they're asking for a spot. And you think to yourself, no one helped you walk, climb or run. So up here there's only room for one. But here comes the congratulations and salutations that they feel were only right to say, but wave it off this is your day. You made it on your own all alone, congratulations. It's time to build your successful monument and in the middle you should plant something like a fountain. Better yet, you plant whatever the hell you want because it's your mountain.

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Apr 14, 2018

Apr 14, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC

marquice-williams

Climb up the mountain

You climbed the mountain alone, even when friends and family gave up on you, you remained strong and followed along. You had a girlfriend who said she supported you through it all, kudo's to her only she left you the moment it seemed you were about to fall. It hurt, the pain was unbearable and very real, you finally realized you were alone and a moment of doubt set in, maybe I should quit, fall and go back home. But what's there for you now, just a past sad life and a broken town that's been run down. You keep going and start to notice something about yourself. You're by yourself, you feel better and everyone says you're beside yourself. And that's okay, you don't care anymore because the ones that you once deemed real you can see that are fake. The ones that calls you friend and brother sound a lot like snakes, so you go be like a Kit Kat and feel good after every break. And oh family are the worse. They never believed in you. Your value to them was compared to the dirt. And it hurt, to see others get so much praise, when they didn't even say congrats to the time and the work. But at this point you've gone numb to everything else around you. The people once tried to down you, mama wish she drowned you, daddy just isn't here and your friends tried to clown you. But now you're here at the top, and there aggression is no longer there cuz they're asking for a spot. And you think to yourself, no one helped you walk, climb or run. So up here there's only room for one. But here comes the congratulations and salutations that they feel were only right to say, but wave it off this is your day. You made it on your own all alone, congratulations. It's time to build your successful monument and in the middle you should plant something like a fountain. Better yet, you plant whatever the hell you want because it's your mountain.

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