"litte" poems
i have a litte tortoise and is name his fred
he lives in my garden underneath the shed
when the sun comes out he comes out to play
happy and content as he plays away.
he roams around the garden looking for a treat
for a tasty lettuce leaf thats what he loves to eat
he just takes is time walking round so slow
then when he gets tired back to the shed he goes
climbing underneath to his little bed
where its nice and cool underneath the shed
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
Standing on the balcony, that seems like it was made for you and me
A litte bit drunk, a litte tipsy
None of us knew how magical it would be
Underneath the umbrella that's too small for the both of us
Getting soaked in the rain
A little bit of a fun, a little bit of pain
This girl is driving me insane
Without talking to her, the day seems incomplete
A little bit of **** a little bit of sweet
This girl makes my heart skip a beat
She is immensely special, if only she could see
A little bit of distance, A little intimacy
These are the moments between me and she
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Little heaven
Little homeliness
Little money
Little loneliness
Little me
Little you
Little time
Little clue
Little life
Litte sleep
Little love
For me to keep
Little point
Little reason
Little love
But I'm still squeezin
I'm still trying
Don't know why
If its not me
It leaves or dies
Little time
Little place
falling behind
Pick up the pace
Who to have
Who to choose
Little me
Without the You
Little me
Without the you
Little time
Little clue
Little reason
Little place
Life is wheezin
After the race
Life is long
Life is short
Life is wrong
Life will hurt
Life will last
Forever for me
Cause life wont end
A lock with no key
Life won't end
Till I seize to see
Life won't end
Till I end me.
Life won't end
Until life leaves me
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 11:24 PM UTC
One on a reservation.
One on a plantation.
Many placed in concentration.
Sometimes you must question's the decision making.
One held back by laws.
One mistreated like the treaties never were signed.
Sometimes you must ponder the decision's making.
One treated by cowards with a Swatiska.
Only to see them run when the Allies came after them.
Others placed in camps within their native land.
Which were the Asians.
Although they were born Americans.
One group salute the litte dictator.
They still hoping for the days of segregation.
What was?
Will never be.
So, they essentially living out a dream.
What rights one group has achieved?
Was fought for down through the centuries.
But still we are America.
There's no better place to be.
I guess that's why others loves to come here.
Where else can you profess to truly be free?
Oh, we have those that claims we're stepping on their rights.
But, they must take this in account.
Only in America can you voice your views.
Without disappearing like you were a distant dream.
People says, we shouldn't live in the past.
Just notice when it's theirs the way they edit it down.
We see this when we visit many museums.
An American view point seems lost in articles.
Because , we're afraid to knowledge.
We kins to many people with a different race.
This we can't compare to lost without a trace.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 8:04 AM UTC
i am from waiting rooms
from linoleum floors and iv cords
i am from sirens
(they scream in the front yard
as loud as my mother)
i am from my father's sickness
an eight year old adult
i learned to care for everyone
but myself
i am from mixed drinks and four counts
from nights as blurred as her vision
i am from all the words she won't remember
and the way they distort my self image
from too much responsibility
i am from the mothers day cards
my litte sister addresses to me
i am from my only Florida home
avocados and iced tea
from shared stories in the back yard
the boy i loved, who broke my heart
in my closet there was a cardboard box
filled with skeletons and secrets
a mix of different memories
to never forget what built me
i am from those moments
the calm, the chaos
the lovely life i lived
s.s
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
little fragile creature
broken and empty
your crying again
you're so **** silly
little skinny girl
why don't you eat?
you're starving again
food is what you need
little baby me
why are you here
you should have been dead
no one would waste a tear
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Sorrows of the past,
litte scatters think out fast.
I really am a rapper,
my lips blow out what matter,
happy make you sadder,
feal you up to climb this latter,
as a quick word just wanna be heard
know whats left so we take you down the right turn,
if you wanna talk **** I feal ya on a real burn,
If you gonna be true,
you sure gonna be seen through.
don't believe free?
what ever go deceive me,.
young at heart with that tid of stupity,
bein flung takin risks, Makin tunes tradin disks.
hear my bass nd my boom melted face is in the room,
Mmmm...!! Shiiiit ;)
Jesse Mckush
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
I was in a sombre mood
I went outside, my nerves to soothe
Guess I had been sitting to long, to still
For a little bird flew down, set at my heel
This litte bird was so sweet
He started to tweet
He sang me a song
It was kinda long
But I slowly move
To his little grove
That bird made my day
He made me smile before he flew away
Miracles happen all the time
Missing the small ones is a crime
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Sorrows of the past,
litte scatters think out fast.
I really am a rapper,
my lips blow out what matter,
happy make you sadder,
feal you up to climb this latter,
as a quick word just wanna be heard
know whats left so we take you down the right turn,
if you wanna talk **** I feal ya on a real burn,
If you gonna be true,
you sure gonna be seen through.
don't believe free?
what ever go deceive me,.
young at heart with that tid of stupity,
bein flung takin risks, Makin tunes tradin disks.
hear my bass nd my boom melted face is in the room,
Mmmm...!! Shiiiit ;)
Jesse Mckush
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
little bobby badger he just loved to roam
never settled down never had a home
he roamed every place travelled here and there
looking for adventure each and every where.
oneday on his travels he heard a funny sound
it was very loud beneath the uderground
badger started digging to find out what was wrong
badger used his claws so very sharp and strong
there benath the soil he found a litte mole
poor chap was stuck poor little soul
dont worry said the badger just hang on to me
i will pull you out.then you will be free
badger he saved mole he had saved the day
mole he thanked the badger and went along his way
badger he was happy a hero now was he
remembers to this day the mole that he set free
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Society kills
Society kills the beauty in the world
The happiness in the child
The meaning of life
How we look at ourselves
How other people look at us
How we feel
Our self confidence
Society kills
Yet, so many people wonder
Why the girl dragged the blade
Across her skinny
Litte
Wrist
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
*She kept a list of her lovers
in her desk drawer
the one that locked.
The one that held her secrets.
The list totaled seventeen.
Not bad she rationalised.
For a forty year old woman
divorced for three years.
she had watched tv dramas
women in her position
had barhopped to fifty lovers
in a year.
but not her.
They ranged from
lovers she needed
lovers she wanted
to lovers who
could not pass from
one night to the other.
But the new neighbor
was different.
he had a daughter
twelve or so.
She had dropped a bag
of groceries the
eggs splatterered
he held her close
saying shushhh honey
its ok.
kissing her hair
Keeping her safe
and comforted.
Her ex never did that.
An hour later he appeared
with two more
bags of grocery.
That night She felt him watching
her slip into her pool.
She felt his eyes on her.
He appeared with
a bottle of wine.
Can I join you he asked?
As he took his clothes off
and sat in the pool.
Only if you dont take this
the wrong way she smiled.
He slipped naked
in the blue water.
He looked fit and tanned.
As he slipped out of the water
he looked into her eyes
and said you have
beautiful breast.
Blushing she closed her robe.
Do you get lonely he asked.?
Yes sometimes.
I do too he whispered.
Are you lonely now
Yes she said.
three years later
They laughed as
their little baby girl
joined the other children
in the pool.
Swimming for the first time
her new baby laughed.
She looked at him holding
the child so safe,
He was so safe so warm.
So much what she needed.
He reached for her hand.
she felt his solid grip.
I love you my sweetheart
he said.
she smiled
and said back
not as much as I love you honey.
As he picked up their litte girl
she joined in
I love you too
daddy she whispered.
As a tear of joy
flowed softly
down her face.*
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
I want to call my heart my own
But you still live there
You may not know but tendrils,
Snaking litte tentacles of you
Still slither and twine
Twist writhe and caress my heart
With their sandpaper skin
And I don't know
How to end their presence
I want them to leave
Or to allow them full access
But they are too content to change
Serpents of your last affections and
Eels of your looks
Why won't they swim back into the ocean
Or slide down a hole?
Leave me and return no more!
Or bring your owner forth,
Coax your master closer
That we may talk
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 6:49 AM UTC
I wanted to show you
What I saw in my own
Eyes. I had to fit them
Into litte words in English
That you could understand
Then line them up just right
In order of one two three
Now do you see? I took a
piece of charocoal and a clean
White page and began to
draw that thing I saw
Don't you see? I made
A song I danced a dance
Just so you could understand
Only so many places for words
And lines that I can stumble over
Until like lightning or a hammer
Strike the same point twice
Until all the expressions seem
Lifeless and or trite
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 6:47 AM UTC
Smoke a little
**** a litte
Keep a little
Give a little
Love more
Sand falls from hands
Because that is not what they are meant to hold
Hands grasp chests
Because that is the natural magnet
Hands hold hands
Because they’re fitted for each other
Four fingers just in case
But one thumb per hand
Because there’s really only one
Two hands
Because everyone deserves a second chance.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 5:16 AM UTC
In a different place and a different time
I'd find your smile, that pale soft face
The cold hard truth is, I'd follow you down
To the ends of this world, to the end of my rope
I'm all for serious, I'm funny but this my dear is no joke
I'd hold your hand the whole way just to hear you say you need me
Where have you gone, where do you go
In the nights and hours I need you the most
Nobody cares and nobody knows
But to me you're nothing more than a ghost
I Promise I won't say a thing
Just come sit, let me push you on the swing
Share a laugh or two once more
Stay out late, use the back door
We could venture the night, brave our hardships
Solve all our problems with a little hard work
We can work it all out, there's no doubt about it
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
Though you are troubled,
do not be defeated by this plight,
for even the birds sometimes sing,
in the deepest, darkest of nights,
There is a song of hope,
even in the absence of light,
when the world seems its darkest,
is when dreams take flight,
For when you are tired,
down and careworn,
in the core of your mind,
budding new thoughts will form,
They will relieve you of your worries,
your doubts and your fears,
A new day will arrive,
and dry out your tears,
And as the new day is born,
and the night fully passes,
your torn, tattered spirit,
will rise from the ashes,
Strong and eduring,
new trials will appear,
but now you know
never to fear,
For there is a litte phoenix in all of us
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 10:23 AM UTC
I've never known, we'll be strong,
and keep on along
Little by litte, we've known
and I hope you'll gonna be my own
to be your only wife
and to be with you for life
11/20/15
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
Cold sweats and cuss words
Body weakened and defeated
To long for something that you dont want
To desire a quick death
My head, rings louder than a mobile phone during sunday service.
Stress seriously stirs within my day.
My will disintergrating litte by little,
I will fall
But I refused to break
Everyday, every step, every breath
a test against my myself
I wont give in,
I wont give up.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
Love is complicated,
somewhat like a seed,
with out the proper nutrients,
that plant won't grow and breed!
I want to be your soil,
free of all the weeds,
I want to be your sun and rain,
without impurities.
I pray someday I'll have it,
Someday I will see,
time is all I'll ever have,
to plant my litte tree!
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 8:55 AM UTC
Have you heard of the Slender Man?
He loves the fog covered streets
Fog so heavy and thick
He loves the dark woods
So easy to watch the Children
When little boys and girls
Tell mommy and daddy about the man
In his suit
Long arms and legs
That grow and wrap around
And squeeze and pull into darkness
They laugh and say "go to sleep"
But he is waiting in the dark
A dark shadow faceless
Watching us sleep
I know so soon it will come inside
and take us
Marble Hornet
He is there
Watching the little boys and litte girls
Just out of sight
Faceless
You never notice him before
But it goes without saying that
Now you will see him
and
Believe Me
Hope that you never see him
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC
Just another soft spot to bump a thump for a thud that this time finally, proudly could be the long awaited announcement I'd been searching for.
A deep and heavy voice boomed in reply, "I am Hollow, how's all abouts the Do for you today my dear?"
I was slightly taken aback by the fine display of manners.
"Oh,me oh my! So deeply obliged, you took a stop with a thought to ask so when I say, don't act surprised."
Since I surely had indeed been the party calling person, I'd better fancy making proper telling of my Name. But before I did me muster up some suiting gumption for a gab , I heard the haunting husk of a raspy kind of gasp, it was Hollow keen to ask me, "have You come about the Shaft?"
I excitedly replied, "I've been busy bumping thumping thuds all across the Land hoping I would hear a hollow kind of thud coming from the Desert Sands."
But, oh my goodness if I truly thumped my thud in the mud, I wondered must I then descend down that deeply dark and doozy kind of danger way below?
Then it appeared out of nowhere!! I had the Magic Answer in a sing along song with a pocket tight rhythm gots me dancing and a'singing, "There's a piece of a part of the seat of my soul that's awaiting my return at the bottom of this hole. And as I do recall, it was surely you with your haunting Hollow tune and endless droning echo that reverberated my vertebrae so long ago, and so much so that I lost a litte piece of my Soul."
With one final question that I had left to pop, "Is it still with you at the bottom of that drop?? Cause, I've got a grand idea that will bring It to the top. It's a funky fly vibration called Acoustic Levitation!!"
So, I cheered up and down as I swung myself around in a turn to tell to Hollow, "When you kindly wind your voice up the scale from lowest note to high, then my piece of soul will riseth, it will hear my gladdened cry."
It shall float atop the soul note that IS perfectly wrote just for me and my Soul's harmony. It's been such the perfect ending, All's happy and together, at last finally!!!!!!
So never stop bumping for the thump and the thud that is you cause it's really out there somewhere and it's asking, what to do!!!!
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Run little wolf, do not be afraid
this world belongs to who
pay the price to remain untamed
if you get lost, do not be ashamed
push on and keep your north true
run little wolf, do not be afraid
as hunger strikes, remember the game
the weak will always be food
pay the price to remain untamed
howl out loud until your voice fades
watch as your pack comes to
run little wolf, do not be afraid
no matter the threat don't stay in the shade
stand and face it no matter how few
pay the price to remain untamed
when death draws near, never pass blame
he comes for us all and your time is due
run little wolf, do not be afraid
pay the price to remain untamed
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
she was two years old and sister wasn't home
she sat there; she was alone
mom and dad were arguing and she didn't understand
mom had finally had enough, and
Daddy couldn't put away his needles
He knew he was ******* up his baby girl's life
He didn't care, he knew it was illegal
And often times left for nights upon nights
sometimes sister came home for a while
and she finally knew what it was like to smile
but her aunt up and packed
just to take dear sister back
When sister had left, she did her best
to love daddy, but daddy didn't love her
Then she found herself in a strange home
full of little children, she didn't belong
she cried for mama, and loathed daddy
he was hurting her, didn't he see?
3 years old and she didn't know who daddy was
3 years old and mama was never around
she didn't know where she was all because
daddy didn't love his little girl
People asked her many questions, she never spoke.
Rarely mama was around; she was left alone to cope
With the pain of abandonment, and rejection
Soon to play a factor in her manic depression
Finally mama got her life on track
But daddy didn't want his little girl back
She always saw daddy with sister
but he couldn't call; he didn't miss her
When she returned, daddy disappeared
She cried herself to sleep , but mama couldn't hear
See daddy made promises he couldn't keep
Took sister places but to her he was cheap
For days she waited for sister but soon lost hope
How could mama know she felt so alone
She just assumed she did something wrong
She blamed herself for far too long
She was so confused; she was so scared
Little did she know the pain would be to much to bare
Mama had no job, no money
And just had to tell her so bluntly
Mama soon took her out of that world
Shaken up, a new fragile litte girl
She was told it was different now
But the little girl wondered how
Little did mama know, the worst wasn't over
For their problems had just begun
But in that moment, she believed
Her baby girl was safe, and loved
Never would she of guessed daddy would come back
Never would she of guessed the past would have a big impact
Never would she of believed her baby, would starve, burn and cut
All because daddy didn't love his little girl
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC