"loudy" poems
Messy Bessy
Pouty fussy
Screaming crying always *****
Ugly Bessy
Huffy Puffy
Yelling punching kicking kitty
Silly Bessy
Loudy mouthy
Mommy madly gives a slappy
Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 12:57 PM UTC
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The heat of you,
Bairn in my hands,
I am strung with you,
My song sings out ever
To one unbridled listener,
A lad as wild as gusty seas
And I keen on tighten strings,
Casted about thee, four winds
And am latched with old moon,
My tunes are loudy, unheard of,
Sadder than empty airs in hollow
Bars, bereft of any joy dancers.
Like you I have known love,
In gentle touches that swoon
And take flight up dizzy reels,
I hold you, like fresh newborn,
Child of melody an sleepy dove,
But still, in swells of driest fears,
Unlike you, body of live, heart
Wood, colour of striped tiger,
Regal structure, unchained,
Aged about languid truths,
My fingers unleash you,
Yet they lock, in frieze,
Captive, painting nil
Dreams of brood.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
You deserve to wake up and smile because of your beautiful, bright, bold soul.
You deserve to laugh loudy and feel fusion of fluttering in your tummy.
You deserve to shy away and cover your rose-pink face.
You deserve to feel raw, ruddy, real emotion only with positive and pure intentions.
You deserve success due to your persevering, powerful power house.
You deserve sincere care due to your pious purity.
You deserve to be fed with flavoursome fruits and nourished emotionally and physically.
You deserve to be put on a pedestal like a clear celestial body.
You deserve the truth and not to be fooled by equivocation from three weird sisters.
You deserve someone to pump oxygen into your heart and not deprive it of tenderness.
You're worth more than millions upon billions.
If anyone can't see the love you deserve, remove them you're an
Oscar Award.
You deserve it all-
But I'm not good or the best.
I am the worst.
-Nuha Alli
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
In the morning, when it was raining,
Then the birds were hectic and loudy;
Through all the reign is fall's entertaining;
Their singing was erratic and full of disorder:
They did not remember the summer blue
Or the orange of June. They did not think at all
Of the great red and bursting ball
Of the kingly sun's terror and tempest, blazing,
Once the slanting rain threw over all
The colorless curtains of the ceaseless spontaneous fall.
Delmore Schwartz. 3/22/2016.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
when the yarn of rain weaves a carpet on grass blades
the loudy birds move for shelter
in pages of a book skipped to the ****** of night
in hope to start afresh with another journey
silently as spirits hum through my lips
and unspoken words wait to be heard
the stars spring a mesh of destiny
fighting with demon clouds
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
I can still hear your loud sleeping noise through the door,
if I was being abrupt
I'd say it's a snore.
But it isn't that obtrusive to me,
it's part of your calling card
as far as I can see;
a breathless wonder
found easy
in the dark,
always hooting every gurgle;
my love,
my brightest spark.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
The ***** bird hums
And sings a light tune
Declaring and sharing
The incoming June
The ***** bird hums
And sings a bright song
Whistling quite loudy
Her noted throng
The ***** bird hums
And sings her gay ditty
Making my heart
Go all a flitty
The ***** bird hums
And sings never more
As her bones are now piled
By my front door
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC