"lastnight" poems
Are you struck with her figure and face?
How lucky you happened to meet
With none of the gossiping race,
Who dwell in this horrible street!
They of slanderous hints never tire;
I love to approve and commend,
And the lady you so much admire,
Is my very particular friend!
How charming she looks — her dark curls
Really float with a natural air;
And the beads might be taken for pearls,
That arc twined in that beautiful hair:
Then what tints her fair features o'erspread -
That she uses white paint some pretend;
But, believe me, she only wears red
She's my very particular friend!
Then her voice, how divine it appears
While carolling: "Rise gentle moon;"
Lord Crotchet lastnight stopped his ears,
And declared that she sung out of tune;
For my part, I think that her lay
Might to Malibran's sweetness pretend;
But people won't mind what I say —
I'm her very particular friend!
Then her writings — her exquisite rhyme
To posterity surely must reach;
(I wonder she finds so much time
With four little sisters to teach!)
A critic in Blackwood, indeed.
Abused the last poem she penned;
The article made my heart bleed —
She's my very particular friend!
Her brother dispatched with a sword,
His friend in a duel, last June;
And her cousin eloped from her lord,
With a handsome and whiskered dragoon:
Her father with duns is beset,
Yet continues to dash and to spend —
She's too good for so worthless a set —
She's my very particular friend!
All her chance of a portion is lost,
And I fear she'll be single for life;
Wise people will count up the cost
Of a gay and extravagant wife:
But tis odious to marry for pelf,
(Though the times are not likely to mend,)
She's a fortune besides in herself —
She's my very particular friend!
That she's somewhat sarcastic and pert,
It were useless and vain to deny;
She's a little too much of a flirt,
And a slattern when no one is by:
From her servants she constantly parts,
Before they have reached the year's end;
But her heart is the kindest of hearts —
She's my very particular friend!
Oh! never have pencil or pen,
A creature more exquisite traced;
That her style does not take with the men,
Proves a sad want of judgment and taste;
And if to the sketch I give now,
Some flattering touches I lend;
Do for partial affection allow —
She's my very particular friend!
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Went to a party lastnight
It was Ganna be fun
I was with my awesome boyfriend
I really believed he was "the one"
I drank a lot more than I should've
And He had quiet a few too
Couldnt speak the word I should've
I didn't realize what he would do
I woke up to him on top of me.
He penetrated me more than once
When I asked him what was happening
All he could say was what now you wake up?
He kept saying I didnt remember
But actually I remember it all
It was a horrible pain
I ran out the room to call.
But he had hidden my phone.
I locked myself in the bathroom
Somehow he unlocked the door
I tried to leave but there wa no room
There was no exit for me at all
People tell me is wasn't ****
Because we were dating
But if your too drunk to say no
That's a **** I'm stating.
How can I tell people?
No one will believe me
They didn't believe me the last time
Why waste my time breathing
Should I stay silent
Pretend that I'm ok?
Should I tell the cops?
Should I run away?
The pain I feel
And the despair
I was betrayed
But will anyone care enough
to listen and try to save
...me?
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
Last night
we were in love
for a few hours
and not the type of love
you cover with a ******
There we were
taking pictures of each other
and we breathed and stared
when I went to sleep last night
I didn’t feel sick anymore
not ****** up or ****** over
Something in these hours
comes out and it leaves
a welcome mat
on the inside of the door
Stairs didn’t feel like mountains
my headache didn’t feel like a time bomb
eyes were not sore, and limbs were not flimsy
My clumsy body tilts on an axis of shoplifting
knuckles pop like fire crackers
monkeys howled at the trees, not from them
I don’t displace my love anymore
because I don’t have anything to displace
like a potted plant falling off of an apartment balcony
the clay and dirt scatter everywhere,
as if
they’re all late for a meeting
a very, very important meeting
the flower will just sleep there
until someone steps on it
regardless,
the flower is still pretty as it ever was
like you
All I ever drink now is sugar water
and lately it feels like my teeth are falling out
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
I'll see you around, but
not again on this empty floor,
the two of us in blankets, slept on our clothes,
woodgrain just out of reach.
Waiting at the station,
the 5 a.m. trolley home,
hands wrapped around my fare,
There's some memory of a dingy lastnight bar
where we chain-smoked through
the muted stop-motion of late-night,
whiskey breath and fingertips,
tracing the side of a face, the ends of nerves,
lost
in the traffic river crowd footfall,
at some patio latenight coffeehouse,
we were cinematic, mysterious under
the mercury lights that lit the sidewalk, that staged us
full, small, like hands wrapped around a cup with our name on it.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
I don't know
Things just don't go
The things seem so
So
I don't know
I just don't know
Take me by the hand
Yeah
Please just lead the way
I'm not one for
Confrontation
Elation
However
Is what I seek
Always
Anyways
All ways
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
my mother keeps telling me
i need to go to bed earlier,
i need to get more sleep,
i have bags under my eyes,
but she doesn't understand that
im not tired, im just in love.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
I want to
bash your head
into a brick wall
repeatedly
until your blood
paints my fingers
a shade close to
the one the wall wears.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
Waking up to an empty house
And ah don't worry, i'm already used to it!
It's already noon and I can barely open my eyes because it is swelling hard
I gently brush my eyes
To partially forget what I did lastnight (cuts)
Of course there's scars! They are all over my upper hands
I quickly jump out of the bed and straight to the bathroom
Next, tip toe in the kitchen to get my coffee fix and realized there are ginger snaps on the table
Oh mon favori!
Could not be happier than this
Last time I check, I complained about how used i am to being home alone and how I hate it
But today I am feeling the tranquility within
Counting days to get back to the apartment
I used to hate living there but lately, I realized how happy I am there rather than here
Maybe because my friends know me better than my bloods
Sounds ridiculous and quite biased but I have been receiving uneven love all this while
Maybe they do not know, but I think it is so obvious
How my parents know about others' favourites but me
Keep on telling what I want to eat today but she keeps on replying "but others do not like it"
Maybe you should ask them instead. Right?
Yes, I am the evil twins, I am always the bad one
I am constantly the imperfect ones in your eyes and others are all the way around
Is it possible that maybe I am the demon myself
That you keep on pointing out my flaws and you could see the evil in me
Oh, who are you to judge ay?
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
This is just a simple write .
Came up with it lastnight.
Right befor I hit the floor.
Fell on my face yet for some odd reason
my backsides sore.
Drinking with Jack can be trip.
Joking one minute next he'll give ya a fat lip.
But im not the kinda fella that does cry.
He's a crazy fucker but I love the guy.
A demented view.
Totally a hatter so am I two.
When Im off he always takes up the slack
Cheers my semi insane brother Jack.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 6:00 AM UTC
Like old junk stored away from sight.
We cast away never did we bid farewell as well
as we did lastnight.
Traggic lines always captured you best.
No matter the number I willl forever adore you above
all the rest.
Blame it on them or maybe just choose me.
Of all the tales spun none match this.
For what never was, was never to be.
Old flames fires that smolder still.
Cast the stones repressed emotions.
So broken once the man who's lost that iron will.
I remember whenever I choose to not lie.
Maybe we seek us in every other watred down try.
Pages past so far I still have yet to erase.
The scent of regret tattred is my soul kept
like some worn photograph still it shows your face.
For so long it was a burden but with dying breath
he was set free.
Played out by the band.
What never was.
Would never be.
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
I woke lastnight from a terrible dream
All of a sudden I heard you scream
I sat up I was soaked with sweat
It was cold and dark and the sun has set
I saw you in alot of pain
When I see you hurt I go insane
I can't remember most of it
But I saw you sitting on the bed
All alone and holding your head
Please baby do not cry
For I'm the reason and that's no lie
I'm coming home to you
No more tears I will be true
I will hold you oh so tight
No more nightmares through the night
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC
Wanna know where she got the scars from? The answer is YOU...
See, just because she's good at keeping secrets doesn't mean everything that happened in the past doesn't exist.
And just like YOU, I'm also disappointed at Her for sleeping with the whole Nigerian soccer team. And that dress she had on lastnight, matches the colour of my bed sheets...
And the reason I keep calling Her a ***** is to remind YOU that Afrika is surrounded by a Beach.
But let me stop wasting my breath because the word "NO" doesn't seem to make You stop... And the only time I ever heard Her beg is when she was begging somebody to get ontop of Her body...
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
*I wish I could find
the words to explain
The feeling inside
my head more than pain
Suffeting,hot flushes,
this hangovers insane
The stupid things I said lastnight,
I could not contain
Try to drinking strong coffee
Between the dry heaves
Try to enjoy the taste
Before contents up and leaves
**** you dependencies
Taking my moments like thieves
Leaving nothing but chaos
And wine stains on my sleeves
Tried to sleep it off
And avoid everyone
Keep curtains closed
Hide from the sun
Read back through messages
See the webs I have spun
Palm to my face
What the **** have I done?!*
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
I used to say: "I will never hate anyone"
But now, I think I hate someone
And guess who...
That "noise" which woke me up
And stopped me
from kissing you
In Lastnight's Dream....
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:52 AM UTC
I woke up with my heart beat
ringing in my ears.
And an ache so powerful
I felt smothered.
I dreamt of you-
Again.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
I dreamt of you lastnight
In the arms of a stranger
Too late to save you
It broke my heart
I've no idea
The pain your parents felt
The desperation that drove them
To put you in danger
Worse then where they came
This is crazy
Please God
All the Gods
Doesn't matter which
Take this child
And ease their pain
Forever
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Lastnight Wasn't As Worse As Few Years Ago.
When My Mother Was Drunk Nearly Everyday,
She Didn't Care About My Brother And Me.
Now I'm A Little Bit Older And Much More Protective
Over My Brother And Myself.
At Nights When My Mother Was Drunk Out Of Her ******* Mind.
Use To Hear Her Yelling And Going Crazy.
Taking Her Anger Out On Us Like We Were Her Punching Bag.
I Had No Choice To Live With Her And Put Up With Her.
My Biological Father Was Gone,
He Lived Far From Us.
Only People I had To Depend On Was My Sister's Or Granny And Uncle.
During Some Cold, Blizzard Winter Nights I Walked Off.
I Walk To Somewhere Safe.
I'm Sorry I Couldn't Take My Brother With Me
It Was Too Dangerous And Risky.
Putting My Life On The Line
Daring Jumping Out Of A Window And Landing On Snow Or Either Grass.
My Brother Was Always In A Safe Place With My Uncle's Somewhere.
My Mother Kept Me Home, Didn't Let Me Go Anywhere
Or I Had Nowhere To Go.
Glad I Didn't End My Life
Had All Those Chances To
But I Don't Know What Stopped Me.
To This Day I Still Don't Know Where I'm Trying To Go.
I Have Everything, Just Got To Try Figure Where Or What Am I Going To Do.
Happy I got My Granny And Uncle's House To Help Me.
My Mother Is Sometimes A Drunk But Not Worse.
Yeah! She Still Calls Me Down And All That.
I'm Use To Words And Fighting Back.
I Walk Away Cause Its Useless Arguing With A Drunk.
I don't Hide As Much Anymore.
My Attitude Changed After I Realised There Were Worser People In My Community.
I'm Still Happy That's If I Got A Dog Beside's Me Always.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
i crave to be something special
special in all things
special in the way my tounge moves in a circular motion inside of your mouth and on your all too dry body
are you satisfied?
i dont really care who knows
i just hope that when you tell the story of lastnight your eyes light up and your hands move like i was something spectacular
all of my friends know
they know that you supply me with an indescribable loving that i wont let go of as long as im sane
your skin resembles my favorite chocolate bar but i can assure you that you are worth more than a dollar
your breath has become my favorite song and its been on repeat for a while now
sinning has never felt more beautiful
but yet i still ask for forgivness
all in the same prayer i give thanks for something so wonderful
my body throbs in anticipation on answers to why i deserve this
i wonder if you ever notice me watching you
i notice how your every step resembles a dance move
i love how you do all things that you do
i crave to be as special to you
as the everlasting love making of our souls
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
"Last night ,
Weeding out Imposters,
To Night,
sunset dreams,
at least I got two solid hours of sleep lastnight,
Without Agony,
Never Have I Felt,
Painting in Poetry,
A Poet,
Gardening,
Anymore,
several 'untitled's', hello is a treasure.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
caramelize cola eyes
eleven words cannot describe
what I lost lastnight.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
To sleep I shut my eyes,
try to shake off the nightmare from lastnight
reminisce about what used to be,
try not to let truth's fangs sink too deep
let my mind dance away on two left feet, realize sleep will bring on dreams of all the finer things
force my thoughts into a box, close the lid and seal them up
now it's quiet, safe and sound
long at l a s t I am
Dream Bound
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC
My love,
My muse,
My "I didn't sleep much lastnight" when I'm absent minded the next morning at work,
My 2 a.m poem
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
We lost an angel on that day. I remember text messages about missed periods, and sick stomach. I remember the fear in our faces, as being told did you take it? Did you do it? Not feeling well, but I made sure there was no such thing as being alone in the fear of being pregnant. The next day came, it said no. Being asked again, again "no".
Sign of relief, but it didn't seem right.
No words being said, it was never spoken about again.
Few weeks pass by,
"I'm having a miscarriage, it happened lastnight".
Tears running down ones face,
"Stay strong baby, it will be alright"
"You're not alone, I promise it will be alright"
You gain some weight, you see it in your face.
Smiles in ones face, because at the end of the day,
God knew why this took place.
We will never understand why,
We have said our last goodbyes
To the beauty that would of been,
To the angel that we carried inside.
May god be with you little angel of mine.
As we remember and love you forever,
Until then, we'll meet another time.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
The diary of a high functioning alcoholic
Breakfast gin and tonic
For brunch,vomit
This ain't no love sonnet
Wake up already dressed
Check mind state,depressed
Check lifestyle,completely messed
Check mood,stressed
Coffee and a cigarette
Hold back I can't drink yet
What I do lastnight I forget
What's the name of the girl I met?
Oh well,on to another drink
Minds pretty messed up so I have to stop and think
Wear this shame like the rich wear mink
Drink so ******* much that I have to sink
I lie,"its comfy on the floor"
I don't wanna breath no more
Staring at the door
Yo,I been here before
Id like to be a better man
But I'll probably just drink another can
Find a new shop after previous ban
Can't believe faith in self just up and ran
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC