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"mada" poems
There's secrets exchanged Under the round peachy city light, Across Gadjah Mada street Between 4 privilege kids Denpasar has it ways To unite west-east-north-south at once Here, to the feast To the riddle of longing To floating dilemmas To confusing adulthood We've been together before Not just a narrative hunters When the wind oppress We are lost, but we're not gonna lose
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Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 10:27 AM UTC
Calculated risk
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi from Piraeus Greece Billy ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA. You aren't above the law Poisoners sterile hainas   Susan WRat no. **** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona. Filthy rats Creeping animals **** of life Shoddy monstrosity. Subhuman Spectres of Hell **** vermins How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell ***** You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from 1982. Coward filthy **** ***** Vermin word raitano Poisonous serpent Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged rats I'm talking to you all because creeping creatures, even being the most cursed, compared to your evildoers vermin human predators, a creeping snake stands taller than you all. **** leeches **** cockraoches you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Slanders trashing whoever is holy good and precious You Vermin Poisonous serpents Waste of life I hate you and despise you. I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time. Two-legged filthy rats, I'm talking to you! because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth unwelcome in heaven, compared to you **** brains. stands much taller. You're listening to me useless Hyena of Hell How much I hate you and despise you! **** leech **** cockraoch you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Vermin Poisonous serpents In everyone's paradise. Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged my filthy rats I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek. because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed compared to you You stand even smaller. ~~~~~~~ Repost. By Paquita del Barrio And Karijinbba. 1976-present All Rights.
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Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
Henry R W. ElizabethWG Susan W Rat no Arthur R
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi from Piraeus Greece Billy ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA. You aren't above the law Poisoners sterile hainas   Susan WRat no. **** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona. Filthy rats Creeping animals **** of life Shoddy monstrosity. Subhuman Spectres of Hell **** vermins How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell ***** You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from 1982. Coward filthy **** ***** Vermin word raitano Poisonous serpent Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged rats I'm talking to you all because creeping creatures, even being the most cursed, compared to your evildoers vermin human predators, a creeping snake stands taller than you all. **** leeches **** cockraoches you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Slanders trashing whoever is holy good and precious You Vermin Poisonous serpents Waste of life I hate you and despise you. I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time. Two-legged filthy rats, I'm talking to you! because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth unwelcome in heaven, compared to you **** brains. stands much taller. You're listening to me useless Hyena of Hell How much I hate you and despise you! **** leech **** cockraoch you who infects with bites, who hurts and who kills. Vermin Poisonous serpents In everyone's paradise. Waste of life I hate you and despise you. Two-legged my filthy rats I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek. because a creeping creature, even being the most cursed compared to you You stand even smaller. ~~~~~~~ Repost. By Paquita del Barrio And Karijinbba. 1976-present All Rights.
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**Donna kanji datta? Ii kanji ka douka? Tabun wakaranai kedo, Mada kangaeshite agerun no na. Moshi zutto ai suru kanatte naoshitette Mata wa tabun gamanshimasu. Dochira mo ii kanatte.** *What kind of feeling is this? A better one or not so? Maybe i can't say so but, I still think of giving it... If only love could heal it longer Or maybe i could bear it again. Whichever it is.*
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
That Feeling
tu da ve za sivi va du vi za vada zo veda ga va caduza nevaga za du vo badeva bada debu yana ba va gada ze remana ga redava mada ga de bada ve
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Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Just Listen (a sound poem)
Tadap reha ha Gor bi tadapda rahunga Par tenu dekhan nai aaunga Miss kr reha ha Miss karda bi rahunga Par tenu miln nai anda Saliye ki keha c Kuj kar lAyegi, je me koi gal kiti Ena bi bura nai c me Ro reha ha tenu dekhan lai Ro reha ha tenu milN de lai Par sala tere wal nu per chakan di himmat nai hundi Yaar ena bi mada nai c me Ik war dasea ta hunda Gaalan bi nai lad sakda tenu ta Ki milju menu gaalan kad ke Sachi dasa. 5 waj rahe ne Tera hi sapna aya hoea c Bus ehi ik jariya reha gea he Tenu dekhan da te tenu milan da Par pata sapne wich bi tu Beganea **** mildi he Na gal kardi he Na hi mildi he Bus sirf dikhai dindi he Hate u kudiye
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Hate u kudiye
Sve počne kada nastupi tišina. Kada prestane svo šuškanje, lupkanje, svi koraci i kikot. Kada ostanem sama u svojoj sobi, u kojoj je jedini izvor svetlosti sveća sa mirisom vanile. Tada, dok ležim pokrivena omiljenim mekanim ćebetom koje mi je poklonila baka još kada sam bila mala, tok misli me vodi u svetove za koje nisam ni znala da postoje. Ne osećam težinu svog tela, ne vidim više ni svetlost sveće. Veoma je slično snovima, ali ipak ne sanjam. Odjednom, srce mi jače kuca, disanje mi se ubrzava i iz mira me izbacuju misli, koje sada ne teku, već jure kao da se takmiče koja će pre da dopre do mene. Nekim danima su to misli koje izgledaju kao polje maslačaka u proleće, obasjano suncem, u kom se čuje samo cvrkut ptica i moj smeh. Sa druge strane, moje misli mogu da izgledaju i kao sklop svih prirodnih nepogoda. Tada sklupčana sedim u uglu svog uma, osetim vrelinu požara i čujem grmljavinu, ali ne vidim ni prst pred okom. Mada, kao što ništa u životu nije crno-belo, nisu ni moje misli. Uvek postoji taj međuprostor, to šarenilo ili ponekad samo praznina. Mnogo puta mi se desilo da uđem u svoj um i da on izgleda kao beskonačno bela soba puna pitanja. Koja pitanja se nalaze na beskonačno belom zidu vašeg uma?
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
Moje misli
You know those days -- those sad, miserable, sucker-punched in the heart, sort of days -- when all you want, is for the tears to well out of you? for your tears to flow, so that at least something comes out? But it's as though you have no more tears left in you. Your well is all dried up. It's a bit like my heart, actually, The way it's dropping, so      far            down                        in my chest. (I'm almost worried it'll disappear.) And I have friends. I have these wonderful, beautiful, friends of mine -- I have people. But it feels                      as though I am glass.                      fragile.                      see-through. And no matter how I want                                                    to scream, "HELP!" the words stay sticky, stuck,                                                    in my throat. And in the end, well. I'm back all alone. But I am still breathing.        I am still living.                 still wanting to keep on doing those things. More than anything, I want to push that darkness, that fear, that lingering sadness, swallowing me whole into its abyss -- I want to push it far, far, away. But all I can do now, is ask: "How do I get out of here?" Like that little lost child, whom I have not been in so long. And hope for an answer that will not come. -- original, typed in romaji -- Korewa, Nakitakutemo, nakitakutemo, Ikiru kotoga zenzen mazushikutte, Mou, namidawa nai. tte iu kannji. Nannka, kokoro ga sukoshi zutsu "chi-nn" to ochiterumitai. Soshite, tomodachi ga donnani itemo Jibunnwa fuyou no gurasu Mou, toumei mitai ni natte [Tasukete] to iitakutemo Kotobawa nodo ni tsuikotte, Owariniwa mata hitoribochida. Demo, mada ikiterushi,              mada ikitaishi, Kono kurosa, kono nayamiwa, Tookuni oshitai. Daga, maigo no kodomo no youni, [Douyatte kokokara deruno?] toshika kikenai.
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Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
A Translated Poem
You know those days -- those sad, miserable, sucker-punched in the heart, sort of days -- when all you want, is for the tears to well out of you? for your tears to flow, so that at least something comes out? But it's as though you have no more tears left in you. Your well is all dried up. It's a bit like my heart, actually, The way it's dropping, so      far            down                        in my chest. (I'm almost worried it'll disappear.) And I have friends. I have these wonderful, beautiful, friends of mine -- I have people. But it feels                      as though I am glass.                      fragile.                      see-through. And no matter how I want                                                    to scream, "HELP!" the words stay sticky, stuck,                                                    in my throat. And in the end, well. I'm back all alone. But I am still breathing.        I am still living.                 still wanting to keep on doing those things. More than anything, I want to push that darkness, that fear, that lingering sadness, swallowing me whole into its abyss -- I want to push it far, far, away. But all I can do now, is ask: "How do I get out of here?" Like that little lost child, whom I have not been in so long. And hope for an answer that will not come. -- original, typed in romaji -- Korewa, Nakitakutemo, nakitakutemo, Ikiru kotoga zenzen mazushikutte, Mou, namidawa nai. tte iu kannji. Nannka, kokoro ga sukoshi zutsu "chi-nn" to ochiterumitai. Soshite, tomodachi ga donnani itemo Jibunnwa fuyou no gurasu Mou, toumei mitai ni natte [Tasukete] to iitakutemo Kotobawa nodo ni tsuikotte, Owariniwa mata hitoribochida. Demo, mada ikiterushi,              mada ikitaishi, Kono kurosa, kono nayamiwa, Tookuni oshitai. Daga, maigo no kodomo no youni, [Douyatte kokokara deruno?] toshika kikenai.
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