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Michael John Sep 2018
i

just a liitle reminder
there is a bottle of cola
in the freezer..

ii

i have a translucent
ellipitical ball
small
it is what i want..

(excuse my oxymoron
y´ all..)
your heart is not
round..lol..

neither is it small
and i do not stick
pins into it
that would be futile

you do that..
though it is wax
and it is sweet
and knowing
but unknown..

i carress it gently
and keep it safe
sometimes happy
sometimes a stone..

at night before sleep
i tenderely give a kiss
and tap again my teeth
say your name

and fall to dreams
encapsulated
warm and smooth
love´ s silken ways..

to smooth oblivion
when held by your
hand in mine
we walk alone..
Mohd Arshad Aug 2014
my little kids!
keep this in your minds!
rain is nothing but water
on the barren field
where rituals turn mummy!

my little kids!
keep this in your minds!
angels is the rain,
the blessings-carrier
through their drizzles!

my little kids!
keep this in your minds!
rain is the message
of the king of kings
to praise his creation!

my liitle kids!
keep this in your minds!
life is the rain
for the objects when they dwindle
in presence of dryness!
Nike Kaffezakis Sep 2010
Walking down the halls,
Looking at the smart ones,
The ones who couldn't give
Any less of a care.
Those are the one that
Seem much happier.

I pushed myself so,so far.
I have to say, I tried my best,
But I'm left with only doubts
And a lack of self-confidence.
"Have I gone far enough?
Will I ever leave my mark?"

I doubt,
I doubt,
Doubt extremely much.
With no sight of evidence
Just confusion
And tiredness

Walking past the classrooms,
All empty of their prisoners.
While the others are leaving,
I am still here to stay.
They are off to live their lives,
While I walk towards decay.

I see an empty spot
In the middle of it all,
Where I decide to collapse
To give up for a liitle while

I always had wondered
What it'd be like to go mad
- From What's inside
louis rams May 2015
to all the mothers in the world-who are raising their liitle
boys and girls.-it is plain to see that you have a tremendous responsibilty.
whether we are single or with a spouse
have an apartment or a house.
not many people know the pain you go through.
except the ones who are close to you.
when you are single and no one to give a helping hand
and no one to encourage you-or ease your pain.
it will never be the same-as someone with a caring spouse
who is a man and not a louse.
you struggle to give them all you can without the help of a man.
for there are very few men who will take on the responsibility
of raising someone else's kids.
unless they are in the same boat as you-and don't know
what to do raising his children on his own-in hopes that
they will be big and strong-and for them to see-he is holding his responsibility.
so if this man and woman can join forces as one
there is nothing under the sun-that can shake their faith
in the one up above-for he has given them this love.
and for the women who do have a man to share
the responsibility.-don't ever set them free-
because what you give up today
some one else will pick up the slack, and never give him back
Jeffrey Robin Oct 2016
/         \



*


liitle son

Does daddy know where you are ?

It's cold out here


Very


COLD !


""


I used to ride the rails

Better than being employed



You're better off being in jail


than in wage slavery

()

Oh little son

Daddy gonna be here soon

He's home cleaning his gun

And doin somethin with a spoon

••

Oh yes !


It gonna be comin down soon



x
RA Feb 2014
Don't say please
when you ask me to call myself
amazing, the lie in such
an innocuous liitle word kills
me, and I could never refuse you
anything but lying so shamelessly
so barefacedly, to you, though
you have asked me to
hurts.
a stylistic thing I kinda like in this poem is that almost every line can be read as its own sentence.

February 12, 2014
9:36 PM
edited February 18, 2014
PawanTube Sep 2019
Sometimes tick of the clock makes me cry
Whenever I link my past through the time
I feel so alive, when I woke up on my bed
Even if theirs crowd I found you on first screen
Seems you're close to my heart
but you're far apart...


It's just massively lying to my head
Never have the happiness of what I have
Somehow it's just precising our time...
I know you can't come around
I just need A liitle time
To change the past of surround...
Sometimes tick of the clock makes me cry
Whenever I link my past through the time
I feel so alive, when I woke up on my bed
Even if theirs crowd I found you on first screen
Seems you're close to my heart
but you're far apart...


It's just massively lying to my head
Never have the happiness of what I have
Somehow it's just precising our time...
I know you can't come around
I just need A liitle time
To change the past of surround
Clare Jan 2013
Last time it was a liitle different
Last time you were young and I was naive
Last time you had no ego - I had no pride
Last time it wasn't you and me, it was Us
Last time it was like music, not a dull buzz
Last time it was a little different

I wish it were the last of last time
You'd still be a beautiful thought in my mind
they come in groups
watching the hawfinches
by my gate. by my gate
it fell, the hawfinch.

i had driven the mountain road
back. a liitle town,avenued,
the turning trees, adding an
edge of solemnity. coffee
and the price of fish,
greeted me.

home to find this
big beaked bird, broken.

they will come in groups.

sbm.
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
i have crashed in to the middel of the desert. i have lost hope since theres nothing out here to save my words to write my fear of dying. i feel like im spinning in my own memories that fade away. i keep seeing the same patch of rocks. i dont know but i need the cool shad befor i fall over. i could keep walking but theres no chance of sivilization so maybe ill scream and go crazy.  i keep walking the sand rocks. but its just the circles that trapme in my own insaine liitle game. the wild greens i ate have mad me additted to rhe barries witch bring a high.  the heat grows stronger. i even wonder who i am since theres no name to even know me. the san feels nice on my feet but the sun blisters my patciants its own self.  i feel like i am going in cicles  when i dont know who the **** i am. my madness has grew and my addition to the barries made time stop.
i was board when i couldnt think
betterdays Aug 2017
sun breaking the horizon
in a golden orange hue
promising another
unseasonably warm
winters day

i stand in your doorway
catching those last moments
of small boy dreams
the liitle tuxedo cat
creating eternity at my feet
his motor putt-purring away

in the kitchen eggs are scrambling
and coffee is being poured into large cups
by the aging surfer dude, who has already
been down to commune with the sea

i call to wake you and as your eyes open
you smile, the cat abandons me
to sail into your arms a frenzy of love
and whiskers, you laugh and laugh

today...is going to be a good day
jeffrey conyers Oct 2012
Sweeter than honey.
Sweeter than sugar.
You're my sweetner.

Sure it sounds a liitle strange to some.
Just remember, you're my number one.
What more needs to be said?

Trust worthy more than anyone I know.
This guy loves you so.
What more needs to be stated?

Why lose someone great?
Just to realize your mistake.
Why hurt someone good?
To see worse come upon you?
What more needs to be said?

Think of the great qualities about your lover.
And you'll discover more than you thought possible.
Yes, what more needs to be?

When you're aware you got a great person?
anu Sep 2015
A liitle thing can ruin one's life
A little ant can ruin elephants' life

A little sight can cause
In me,A Pause
Being possessive is curse
And I'm in a loss..
Hate being possessed..Will move on..
there was a little bird he fell from his nest
fell down to the ground. where he came rest
he was very frightened very scared was he
falling from his homr high up in the tree

he began to cry the tears fell down his face
now he was alone in great big open space
then suddenly a  squirrel saw him in distress
tears rolling down his face. he was in a mess

dont worry said the squirrel you hang to me
i will take you home to your nest up in the tree
squirrell took him back. to the place he loved the best.
the liitle bird was happy now back in his nest

squirrel said goodbye and headed down the tree
feeling very happy a hero now was he
the bird he thanked the squirrel for saving him that day
now they have a friendship that  will never fade away
jeffrey robin Aug 2014
(((                   )))
((        O         ))
(  )
(    )

//////////

If this were a 3-D painting I'd have an image of an angel
hovering high above and to the right

but then i'd zoom in ( like a movie ) and it would be
a liitle boy with curly hair

looking down and then we'd see the masses
huddling on a fiery plain

• •

•  •

Who are we ?

•  •
•  •

no
I won't

I won't enter the fight
I won't invoke some god

I won't find me some leader
To make everything right

I won't paint pretty pictures of men on the plain
Below hovering angels

No I'll speak in soft words
That make everything clear

And lead surely to peace

//

WELL
YA AINT GONNA MAKE IT TO HOLLYWOOD !

Someone said

**** !  YOU AINT EVEN GONNA MAKE IN ON
HELP POETRY !

::::

The long angular day breaks like a little boy life
On American streets

Where red bloodied young bodies lay at the feet
Of the red blooded police men

who earn extra money roaming the COMMENTS SECTION
Looking for MUCRO  DIVINUS and her ****** ilk

And I huddle with my ***** on the infinite sands
Of words that describe youth's wild free passionate
Display of the **** and *** looking for hands
With which to idle friviously away these mindless days

BUT WHY STOP HERE ?

we are beings of power
We can bring forth joy or pain

We can create with any emotion that we so desire to use

We can attain to whatever we desire with simple ease



I choose to be SIMPLY WHAT I am created to be

And so I am

***

and

YOU TOO

Whatever the market will allow

OR

Yes indeed

Something else
Pøelo and Mizi Mar 2018
So raise your Pretty little Flag
Tell people to be beautiful inside
Practice Peace and Harmony
and never look down on anyone
Unfortunately the enemy is still inside
the demons will crush the revolution in the end
built on sand, made of straw
at least it will last a little while
but then maybe it could take, if there was little enough of a breeze
to not blow the dreams away
it could all be so wonderful
at least for a liitle while
if all our own little pretty flags could be raised to the sky
Mrs A Dec 2019
I feel like I've held my breath my whole life whilst waiting for you to arrive.

The velvet smoothness of your voice, dancing into my ears and setting fireworks off inside my whole body,


The moment we had our first conversation I knew.

I knew as much as I do now, for you are just you and I am just me.

Nothing is planned to make this a us or we.

But I know my soul aches for you, my heart hasn't beat the same since that moment we talked.

As I lay in bed hopelessly waiting by the phone, longing for you to reach out.. Somehow I know one day you will be tucked up right beside me. To grow old.. To hold forevermore and to never face a day alone again.


How I wish I could fast forward to your arms, to smell the sweet smell of the nook of your next. For now.

I will wait


Because I've waited my whole life so far not breathing. Now filled with breath I can wait a liitle more
Love before it happens
THE REASON WE ARE THIS TIME

The reason we are at all this time
Is to learn all of it all we can
Oppersties needed to provide choices
All meant to be not instructed by man

Every ounce of a woman so meant to be
Men will always be what they were born
Little boys untill the sun don't shine
Like weeds growing in a most perfect lawn

Ego is developed to give them courage
And to let them feel they all in all true
But when a little boys become a real man
He'll say without a woman what would we do

A liitle girl is born with the very right
To have a mind of her very own deep within
No man has the right to invent a lying word
In order to cotrole they long ago named sin

All started long ago when man created a story
Of Adam and Eve as to have hinself feel grand
And all the while no disrespect he's failed
As man on earth just another grain of sand

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Delton Peele Jan 2021
Some days the sun in full bloom
wallowing
in
what if we?
I have a tendency to get high on gloom
Loosing the better part of the day .
Getting drunk
On the doom
I create while drifting sideways
In
I should haves'
May as well
Say what the hell
I cant do anythin now its late afternoon
Yet some how i persuade myself to
Slither forth from the tomb
And recieve the
Browbeating i know I got comin to me.


Only to sleek back to my room with something to eat ........
And  heralding
With such conviction all the false promises of tomorrow
And make a mental list of excuses for the the dissapointmemts
That will surely
Follow
Then find solace in making the rest of the world feel a liitle better than......
Me


And slowly smiling as i melt into my phone untill the sun starts knocking and repeat
Tony Anderson Nov 2018
I like to cook
I like to create
I like to throw things together
Just to see how they taste

A liitle more spice
A little more flare
A little more love
A little more care

Each new creation a work in it's own
New flavors to try
New styles to like
Stevie Dec 2020
Sleep is declining,
Nightmares always frightening,
Dreams are so long behind me,
Sometimes I still see, Still feel,
Knowing fate will seal,
Love, happiness, life still steal,
Yes, I love to laugh always clowning,
Pretending and hiding truth which is frowning,
So go ahead, tell me I am too blame,
That my whole life style is too lame,
Friends, Family, maybe true love put out the flame,

Sleep is declining,
Nightmare forever frightening,
Dreams never find me,
Razors blades, veins are split,
Hand in a fist, temper fit,
Hospitals and xrays,
Wanting to be on morgue trays,
Maybe, dreamt a liitle to big,
Charts and goals, Am too thick,
Maybe, everyone right, maybe am just a D*ck,
Maybe, they were right,
Maybe, they were wrong,
Maybe, I am nothing,
Wishing Goodnight.
(march 2020)

..day 18..

a duller day not that it mattered

i burned the waste early. grey

blue plumes fading the morning

air

seen from afar while out daily

walking

one white van came slowly

asked if i was ok



it is my daily excercise &

you are doing a grand job

taking people bread in

full makeup so pretty

and pies



later she waved again as

i walked backwards to wave

to the farmer



we talked about pies later

the shapes with crimping

the shiny eggy tops with

liitle holes in the middles

made by pixies while cooling

on the sill



i guess by the conversation

we have relaxed into this

a little



which perhaps is incorrect

in these worrying times





who is listening
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2020
Fleeing Florida
But remembering the beach

Eternal past
Out of reach

I think I'm done
No more to teach

Liitle Richard
The Georgia Peach

            Listening!
Qualyxian Quest Aug 2020
Remembering, after teaching for nearly twenty years, this liitle gem which always makes me smile:

I love talking with kids, said the man; no one else ever asks me what's my third favorite reptile.
Qualyxian Quest May 2020
Grateful for the relief
A little peace at last

Rain outside my window
Not tormented by the past

Calm and gentle breathing
Delish chocolate milkshake

Conversation with my roommate
A liitle sleep and then to wake

                  For goodness sake

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