"loke" poems
I like the way she takes advantage.
But tell me, how am I gonna manage
If she does damage?
Is that what the plan is?
One more time and I'll be a goner.
I wish that someone would put a leash on her.
All night long I sound loke a mourner.
Hot under the collar,
She's making me holler'.
When we're together the roles are reversed.
I be the last and she be the first.
I be the blessing, she be the curse.
Makin' it hurt.
Puttin' in work.
But all in all, it's quenching her thirst.
Sweet agony;
In harmony
With what's harmin' me,
And charmin' me;
The way that you're disarming me;
This has to be sweet agony.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 7:01 AM UTC
Tradition is important because when life changes they can too
Just remember your tradition can start with just you
Dont loke what your mothers was or you fathers just the same?
Start your own I won't cast blame
Remember traditions start with one
The shared with those you love
Share the ones you like
Be original, creative..give the old ones a shove
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Vellekla
Hakon the earl, so good and wise,
Let all the ancient temples rise; --
Thor's temples raised with fostering hand
That had been ruined through the land.
His valiant champions, who were slain
On battle-fields across the main,
To Thor, the thunder-god, may tell
How for the gods all turns out well.
The hardy warrior now once more
Offers the sacrifice of gore;
The shield-bearer in Loke's game
Invokes once more great Odin's name.
The green earth gladly yields her store,
As she was wont in days of yore,
Since the brave breaker of the spears
The holy shrines again uprears.
The earl has conquered with strong hand
All that lies north of Viken land:
In battle storm, and iron rain
Hakon spreads wide his sword's domain.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
my breath fogs up the glass,
wet vapor forming puffs
on the surface.
I raise my hand
and pound,
the sound is deafening
but the boom is only in my ears.
for they are separated
they hear only
the warm flickering candles
that smell like apple cinnamon.
the glass is chilled
against my closed fist
it freezes my fingers
and glues them together
but I know
that it is warm
loke their heavy breaths
on the other side.
I scream
but at the same time
they joyously laugh
and their happiness
drowns out my pain
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
No sun out makes the cold even colder
No heat keeps this studio freezing
Four of us in a double bed
Pops coming home drunk at 3 am
Throwing water to wake up momma
So my baby brother ****** his self again
Sheets still stink from the night before
Bacon covers the smell of newports
But we know better
Lay hungry hoping he leaves something
Remember being so confused
I love him cause he's my father
But I hate my dad
Wish my mom would've married a better man
Wondering why God won't help us out of here
Time kept ticking
We kept growing
Mom got new jobs
And him
He stayed the same
No friends allowed over
No tv so no cartoons
At thirteen I went from getting smacked to getting his smack
Doing runs while other kids went to school
Knocked twice... wait ....then once more
Lay the twenty in the hand that reaches out
Loke a magician he turns money into dope
Remember thinking about all the food we could have
New shoes with no holes
Many times I thought about selling that bag
But I knew he would **** me over that bag
Sit back down and stare at the empty tv cabinet
He tighten the belt as mom got it ready
I covered my brothers eyes as my dad shot up again
Never asked for him to die but I never wanted him to be here
Small drop of blood falls to the floor
Taking a little more hope that we would ever get out of here
I'm grown now
I have a job now
Saved up and moved on
Just my brothers and me now
I begged but mom stayed
She addicted to the abuse as much as he is to the drugs
I love her but I got tired of asking what about us
A cheap rundown apartment that's a mansion to us
Two bedrooms
Three separate beds
A couch and a reclining chair
A t.v cabinet sits in the corner
It holds a colored television
Dinner every night
And my brother hasn't ****** the bed yet
Laughter replaced crying
We talk without yelling
Wake up to no violence
Every night I make sure to thank the Lord for helping us get here
It feels good to live life without fear
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
I look loke them
I feel just as they do
But they still forget
We're the same
We both feel but
They don't care about
My feelings
My opinion
Doesn't matter
They just do whatever
They want with out me
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC