"lood" poems - Hello Poetry

Opgedra aan ‘n kind wat gebliksem moet word. Deur: Desperaatheid en vrees Jy klim in en uit die ***** van bestaan, beide die rede vir liefde en die kind wat sy baar. Jy is ‘n drievoud van godelike hervertellings , want wie kan regtig liefde in ‘n enkel sin verhaal? Geminag , die seun van liefde en haat - jou einste bestaan ,van die vroegste paradoksale meesterstukke. Verewig , verewig tot ‘n kind tussen die Groottes wat blindlings onder jou boogpunt swik. Vir elke nasie ‘n ander droom Vir elke geloof ‘n ander naam en Vir elke mens ‘n ander god. Amor , oh Amor! Die sinnebeeld van liefde wat die mendsom verbly , maar Eros jou ramkat jou hupse hygelbek! Jou erotiese aanraak! (die begeer ek) En ek? Met my koker van lig en van goud, wat hulde blyk en bou en bring maar bestorwe le voor my Laurel oor ‘n lood-stomp pylpunt vir haar ‘n treuerlied sing! Amor, Amor word wakker! My son le liefdeloos in my bros hart , wat instaan teen logika – sterk op die oorlogspad! Jy wat na my heuning reik -met honger hande vieslik gryp en ek wat jou met angel steek in desperaatheid jou nat vel breek… “Oh moeder”, roep die wetter na bo vir die planete om aan te **** “Oh moeder, Oh liefde “ ,spat die sot se treur, “ *** kan so bietjie , so klein – so seer!” En die heumel druis soos die moeder lag haar humor eg , maar haar woorde sag: “ My naakseun, my hinksperd My fallus met vlerke! Jy ,nog ‘n roosknop. gaan ook so te werke! Aanvaar die poëtiese justitie Stil nou liefstetjie Lamtietie Damtietie …” Amor, Amor! Weerstaan tog skoonheid se wieggelied en wees my genadig! Begunstig my ten einde laaste , selfs vader tyd is verveeld met die son se enkelpad! *** lank nog wil jy sluimer? Amor, Amor! Tel weer op jou leisels en bring liefde op die wind my wereld lê in afwagting vir die dolfyn en sy kind! Wees my genadig, Amor! Deurboor my leemte met goud, ,want die bringer van lig is slapeloos en my hart is droewig en koud. Oh Amor, Amor! Ek weet jys nog jonk, maar *** speel jy dollos met lewe se vonk… Amor, Amor! Word wakker! Amor…

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC

pieter-andries-christiaan

Amor, Amor!

Opgedra aan ‘n kind wat gebliksem moet word. Deur: Desperaatheid en vrees Jy klim in en uit die ***** van bestaan, beide die rede vir liefde en die kind wat sy baar. Jy is ‘n drievoud van godelike hervertellings , want wie kan regtig liefde in ‘n enkel sin verhaal? Geminag , die seun van liefde en haat - jou einste bestaan ,van die vroegste paradoksale meesterstukke. Verewig , verewig tot ‘n kind tussen die Groottes wat blindlings onder jou boogpunt swik. Vir elke nasie ‘n ander droom Vir elke geloof ‘n ander naam en Vir elke mens ‘n ander god. Amor , oh Amor! Die sinnebeeld van liefde wat die mendsom verbly , maar Eros jou ramkat jou hupse hygelbek! Jou erotiese aanraak! (die begeer ek) En ek? Met my koker van lig en van goud, wat hulde blyk en bou en bring maar bestorwe le voor my Laurel oor ‘n lood-stomp pylpunt vir haar ‘n treuerlied sing! Amor, Amor word wakker! My son le liefdeloos in my bros hart , wat instaan teen logika – sterk op die oorlogspad! Jy wat na my heuning reik -met honger hande vieslik gryp en ek wat jou met angel steek in desperaatheid jou nat vel breek… “Oh moeder”, roep die wetter na bo vir die planete om aan te **** “Oh moeder, Oh liefde “ ,spat die sot se treur, “ *** kan so bietjie , so klein – so seer!” En die heumel druis soos die moeder lag haar humor eg , maar haar woorde sag: “ My naakseun, my hinksperd My fallus met vlerke! Jy ,nog ‘n roosknop. gaan ook so te werke! Aanvaar die poëtiese justitie Stil nou liefstetjie Lamtietie Damtietie …” Amor, Amor! Weerstaan tog skoonheid se wieggelied en wees my genadig! Begunstig my ten einde laaste , selfs vader tyd is verveeld met die son se enkelpad! *** lank nog wil jy sluimer? Amor, Amor! Tel weer op jou leisels en bring liefde op die wind my wereld lê in afwagting vir die dolfyn en sy kind! Wees my genadig, Amor! Deurboor my leemte met goud, ,want die bringer van lig is slapeloos en my hart is droewig en koud. Oh Amor, Amor! Ek weet jys nog jonk, maar *** speel jy dollos met lewe se vonk… Amor, Amor! Word wakker! Amor…

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**** jy die **** van yster-gordyn wat val en die aarde omhels ten laaste sy afwaartse versnelling. Dit maak seer mamma... Gewere word neergelê as ń universiële teken van hoop en vrede , maar verlang na ń lid van die geledere. Dit maak seer mamma... Ons was almal naïef; in ons drome was daar plek vir twee, Ń eindelose see waar ons kon wegvaar van die ontbindinde spoke van gister, waar ons ons hande in soutwater-poele kon was iewers langs die kus van versoening... Dit maak seer... Niemand sou kon raai dat die jare se snellertrek en loopgraaf grawwe jou eens sagte vel kon magnetiseer nie... *** kon ek voorsien dat jy ń bietjie van die geweld gaan steel het om vir jouself te hou nie. *** sou ek weet dat jou vingers jeuk sonder die dooie staal wat dit streel nie... Een skoot Twee skote Drie skote Ń eenman vuurpelaton reën op my neer en dring deur my ope arms... Jy het nog altyd ń plek in my hart gehad, maar nou het jy dit beset met lood en alle onskuld uitgerook met brandende kruit... Dit maak seer... Dele van jou hang nog swaar op al die plekke wat saakmaak en seermaak en trek my af grond toe... Eina... Liefde ek het altyd geweet ons het mekaar se ruë gehad... ek hey net nie geweet jy was besig om ń rooi kruis vir jou fissier op myne te verf nie... Dit maak seer mamma... Koebaai

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC

pieter-andries-christiaan

Kuikens na 'n oorlog

**** jy die **** van yster-gordyn wat val en die aarde omhels ten laaste sy afwaartse versnelling. Dit maak seer mamma... Gewere word neergelê as ń universiële teken van hoop en vrede , maar verlang na ń lid van die geledere. Dit maak seer mamma... Ons was almal naïef; in ons drome was daar plek vir twee, Ń eindelose see waar ons kon wegvaar van die ontbindinde spoke van gister, waar ons ons hande in soutwater-poele kon was iewers langs die kus van versoening... Dit maak seer... Niemand sou kon raai dat die jare se snellertrek en loopgraaf grawwe jou eens sagte vel kon magnetiseer nie... *** kon ek voorsien dat jy ń bietjie van die geweld gaan steel het om vir jouself te hou nie. *** sou ek weet dat jou vingers jeuk sonder die dooie staal wat dit streel nie... Een skoot Twee skote Drie skote Ń eenman vuurpelaton reën op my neer en dring deur my ope arms... Jy het nog altyd ń plek in my hart gehad, maar nou het jy dit beset met lood en alle onskuld uitgerook met brandende kruit... Dit maak seer... Dele van jou hang nog swaar op al die plekke wat saakmaak en seermaak en trek my af grond toe... Eina... Liefde ek het altyd geweet ons het mekaar se ruë gehad... ek hey net nie geweet jy was besig om ń rooi kruis vir jou fissier op myne te verf nie... Dit maak seer mamma... Koebaai

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I used to be lysexic But I’m betting getter. I sometimes get letters All gangled up totether. I often lose tontrol Of the taction of my ung I had this tind of krubble Sever yince I was sung. I backed things saidward It muzz wore than embarrassing. It got me picked lot upon Subjected to hate grarrassing. Sometimes wumbers nould Lood just like wetters Back when I was lysdexic But I am betting getter. Not just lysdexic am me But I Spoonerise tum soo. And unce that sets started There is lo sittle I can do. It get’s ard to understand me And it isses some eeple poff I really bish I could weegin To **** to stalk like a toff. I used to be lysexic But I’m betting getter. I sometimes get letters All gangled up totether. I often lose tontrol Of the taction of my ung I had this kind of rubble Sever yince I was sung.

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

I USED TO BE LYSDEXIC

I used to be lysexic But I’m betting getter. I sometimes get letters All gangled up totether. I often lose tontrol Of the taction of my ung I had this tind of krubble Sever yince I was sung. I backed things saidward It muzz wore than embarrassing. It got me picked lot upon Subjected to hate grarrassing. Sometimes wumbers nould Lood just like wetters Back when I was lysdexic But I am betting getter. Not just lysdexic am me But I Spoonerise tum soo. And unce that sets started There is lo sittle I can do. It get’s ard to understand me And it isses some eeple poff I really bish I could weegin To **** to stalk like a toff. I used to be lysexic But I’m betting getter. I sometimes get letters All gangled up totether. I often lose tontrol Of the taction of my ung I had this kind of rubble Sever yince I was sung.

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Heads up heads up h eads up The fear Takes my t akes my Blood away blood away b lood away. Slow down slow down s low down The race Give me g ive me Another day another day a nother day. **Heads Up The Fear Takes My Blood away Slow Down The Race Give Me Another day.**

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC

baileyspoems

Leath

Heads up heads up h eads up The fear Takes my t akes my Blood away blood away b lood away. Slow down slow down s low down The race Give me g ive me Another day another day a nother day. **Heads Up The Fear Takes My Blood away Slow Down The Race Give Me Another day.**

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Canst I prithee a mere carpe diem? A taste of nary for a fere's mien And there thou art - cometh from Eros's hem Love is a touch and not yet a touch then For I beseech thy f'lood - flesh and the blood And not the dearth in the midst of the earth For I demand these arousals to flood Like stream of ditty from a lovers' birth But then should I bequeath hide this desire A devil or angel - lurking inside Fathom is to perceive, love is not ire Still is to stay for love hath to abide And if a time - eternity shall fall I'll kiss the day and die when the night crawl.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC

angelo-d-arcega

Le Dawn de Leof

Canst I prithee a mere carpe diem? A taste of nary for a fere's mien And there thou art - cometh from Eros's hem Love is a touch and not yet a touch then For I beseech thy f'lood - flesh and the blood And not the dearth in the midst of the earth For I demand these arousals to flood Like stream of ditty from a lovers' birth But then should I bequeath hide this desire A devil or angel - lurking inside Fathom is to perceive, love is not ire Still is to stay for love hath to abide And if a time - eternity shall fall I'll kiss the day and die when the night crawl.

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Die grys winter gras Kruip stadig in die groen in Soos my lewe saam jou Is daar geen versoening Ek **** die ***** Koue Hart van ys, las van die dood So voel my binneste soms 'n Hart van lood Tog loer die warm bal son Skrefies deur blou spookasem Die warmte sal weer kom 'n Vuur in 'n reënboog lugballon

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Apr 8, 2020

Apr 8, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC

johannel

Hart soos 'n lugballon

Die grys winter gras Kruip stadig in die groen in Soos my lewe saam jou Is daar geen versoening Ek **** die ***** Koue Hart van ys, las van die dood So voel my binneste soms 'n Hart van lood Tog loer die warm bal son Skrefies deur blou spookasem Die warmte sal weer kom 'n Vuur in 'n reënboog lugballon

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Verdronken in geest Tongen blind gemaakt Harten, met lood ingegoten Doof voor eigen naam Als waterdruppels hebben zij zich laten absorberen door het stof van deze dunya Zij verkeren in droogte, enkel en alleen om mee te kunnen praten over de hardheid waarmee zij de ziel wensen te verpletteren Zij hebben *** huizen kostenloos weggegeven En zijn gaan leven in de bek van een slang Achteloos wachten zij op de sleutel der goedkeuring Vol wetenschap van *** mogelijke ondergang

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Dec 6, 2021

Dec 6, 2021 at 11:56 AM UTC

YousraAmatullah

Blind

Verdronken in geest Tongen blind gemaakt Harten, met lood ingegoten Doof voor eigen naam Als waterdruppels hebben zij zich laten absorberen door het stof van deze dunya Zij verkeren in droogte, enkel en alleen om mee te kunnen praten over de hardheid waarmee zij de ziel wensen te verpletteren Zij hebben *** huizen kostenloos weggegeven En zijn gaan leven in de bek van een slang Achteloos wachten zij op de sleutel der goedkeuring Vol wetenschap van *** mogelijke ondergang

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He tangles his fingers in with mine. The clouds above shifted. Do you love me? I play with his fingers. Stretching them out, comparing his to mine. I bite a thin layer of skin inside my cheek. No. I don't. He looks away and sighs at the slate blue sky. ~~~~ I rub my hands on the back of my thighs, trying to calm down. What had I done? He stands in line at Sbarro. Only I would run into him here. I lood around the food court, trying to find someone else to focus on. It'd been almost two months and I was the one falling apart. I stand to leave, failing on trying to find someone. I push in my chair and try to walk out the door casually, but he ends up in front of me. He passed me as if I was a stranger, but we both knew I wasn't. We both knew that he saw me. Before I can stop myself and head to my truck, I call out his name. He turns and looks at me without saying anything. I stare, unable to speak now. He turns back, going to his car. I follow. Just as he sets his sack and cup on the roof, I yell out. I was lying to myself! He looks up at me. What? I rub my lips together. When I said I didn't love you, I didn't mean it. I was lying to myself. I've lost a part of me. Now I have no one to lean on to when things are tough. No one to talk to until the sun comes up. There's no one to take your place! He looks away and clears his throat before facing me again. I can't sleep at night because I'm thinking about you. I can't hear your voice, I can't touch your lips, I can't have you lying by my side. I was stupid, I was foolish, I was lying to myself. He rounds the car to me. His breath is warm on my face. It's a little too late now. I swallow the lump in my throat. I'm just trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong. A small smile, turns his lips up. You lied to yourself. He kisses my forehead before leaving me standing in the winter air.

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Dec 30, 2013

Dec 30, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC

maytin-paige

Losing Yourself

He tangles his fingers in with mine. The clouds above shifted. Do you love me? I play with his fingers. Stretching them out, comparing his to mine. I bite a thin layer of skin inside my cheek. No. I don't. He looks away and sighs at the slate blue sky. ~~~~ I rub my hands on the back of my thighs, trying to calm down. What had I done? He stands in line at Sbarro. Only I would run into him here. I lood around the food court, trying to find someone else to focus on. It'd been almost two months and I was the one falling apart. I stand to leave, failing on trying to find someone. I push in my chair and try to walk out the door casually, but he ends up in front of me. He passed me as if I was a stranger, but we both knew I wasn't. We both knew that he saw me. Before I can stop myself and head to my truck, I call out his name. He turns and looks at me without saying anything. I stare, unable to speak now. He turns back, going to his car. I follow. Just as he sets his sack and cup on the roof, I yell out. I was lying to myself! He looks up at me. What? I rub my lips together. When I said I didn't love you, I didn't mean it. I was lying to myself. I've lost a part of me. Now I have no one to lean on to when things are tough. No one to talk to until the sun comes up. There's no one to take your place! He looks away and clears his throat before facing me again. I can't sleep at night because I'm thinking about you. I can't hear your voice, I can't touch your lips, I can't have you lying by my side. I was stupid, I was foolish, I was lying to myself. He rounds the car to me. His breath is warm on my face. It's a little too late now. I swallow the lump in my throat. I'm just trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong. A small smile, turns his lips up. You lied to yourself. He kisses my forehead before leaving me standing in the winter air.

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Falling from the skies, Comes devastation, Walls crumble, As lives shatter, In an instant. Just out of reach, The fires I long for, Stretch for, With breaking fingers, Turning to dust. Shards pierce skin, As chaos spills into, Restless streets, Monuments mean, Nothing to rivers of blood.

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Dec 27, 2015

Dec 27, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC

parsavagely-kompenere

(F/B)lood

Falling from the skies, Comes devastation, Walls crumble, As lives shatter, In an instant. Just out of reach, The fires I long for, Stretch for, With breaking fingers, Turning to dust. Shards pierce skin, As chaos spills into, Restless streets, Monuments mean, Nothing to rivers of blood.

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