Lessions poems on Hello Poetry

kyle Shirley Jun 2018

I'm just a broken boy posing in men's pajamas
contemplating life like Obama's
traumas
This new reality I've made
Is nothing close to mundane
The drama is at every turn
Telling lies, when will I learn
A broken man with many horses at his stable
But no loyal knights around his table
Is my life only chalked up to fable?
Or is this last poem fatal?

My lust for women's touch
Make These intentions too much
For lying comes in clutch
When honestly has put me in this rut
Crying for help with my eyes shut

SnowingOdin7 Sep 2019

Ancient wisdom/ tick tick

Wish upon a Time and change lines like Dna. Math is direct and 7 Dementionally. 5 being life is only Odin's extra Eye,
Perhaps my widespread whisper is wild side , I'm wild when Nye I whimper wise and wisker ***** that sparkle and shine I'm fine with a glass of wine and a time of registration I frame of mind..

Picture this..

I'm running chalked dead and remembered marry Poppins and Elmo contender I'm a art artist woke up for related issues at press..
If not to battle I geuss God's in order with the truth to are reps recycled and eating over again depress lessions of legions I harbor hard at a chest people who die come in and lay down to rest and I'm beat for there religious views and conquests or cruel. If truth is a harmful word of judgment then I know my roots to a stomach,
Vulcanic rock and **** at it's clearest which is a Geodude Brock's burnt under brindges
I'm frindges of fridges weighted I'm collapsed like atlas weighted

And the waiter still smiles and gives me a ticket knowing I can barley afford it taking me down the rabbit whole we all feel for in a inbankment..
United Nations and wallet sycronizations I'm passions of advantages manicans wish they hard savaged
I'm last like the final I'm so merry on the flow I'm married on horses with lunges and barrels I run circles like infants learn walking as a way to cause parell.

#bridal showers are so sweet on sundays

kyle Shirley Feb 2018

Hopeful romantic

Abandon,
discarded,
cast aside by those I seek admiration from.
A beautiful girl..
a trusting friend..
gone.

At night I hear my own heart beat echo, crying out for attention and love..
**** I miss your face,
Your sound,
your touch.

Our songs still play in my head, those memories I still hold on tight to.
If I could take it back I would.
You still teach me lessions in your absence.
I know I'll still love you till the day I die.
And today i write this for you, too let you know it isnt over for me.

D.H.

#love #you

Owen Keere Apr 6

Unpleasant

I'm disconnected
never been accepted
always been rejected
never been respected
always been neglected
check this
my life is so hectic
i always wanna wreck sh*t
so i eat codeine for breakfast
looking for a next brick
you just don't get it
when **** hits the fan i try no to let it
give me a headache
i forgot how to feel
i need an anesthetic
im angry thats why im not pleasent
is it a curse or blessing
some believe its a beautyful present
but t makes me strong like a lieutenant
my anxiety had me sortta nervous and sort of embarresed
i prevented the leave of fear it has surrendered me to mirit
in this cold life you learn lessions
i guess some say life wasnt pleasant
The day before is better than the present

This poem explores the deep feelings I commonly lack to confess, and so I write about them to release the tension.

#sad

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