"melanie" poems
I've been looking for you all around
I can't find you in old photographs
And sometimes I can't reach you by phone
But when I look in the mirror and see my smile
I know I've found you
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Christmas.... ugh
Isn't this a perplexing situation?
I have an interesting question...
First, I know this poem is not perfection
But does any one know what it's like
To be utterly alone on what's supposed to be
A most joyous day, surrounded by friends and family?
That annoying cherubic man
Won't be visiting my home
It's just an idiotic holiday
And no one cares I'll be alone
No homemade Christmas dinner
I might make myself a grade A steak
I'll raise a toast to myself
Nothing to boast about
Probably just whiskey, bottom shelf
I immense-ly hate Christmas
Say I'm dense-ly, I don't care
Been that way as long as I can remember
From the makeshift tree, when I was three
To being stuck homeless in a snow drift at sixteen
I can count all the "merry Christmas's" I've received
On one hand
It's never been merry, or happy
Most I got was engorged on stuffing
And a poorly cooked, dried out Turkey
No presents under the tree
With a gift tag saying Melanie
You know what? Sorry Quin,
but this is too **** depressing...
I quit...
Tequila, Velveeta
Distant, instant
Solemn, Gollum
Under-wear, I don't care
Tiny, finely
Flightless, loneliness
Hindrance, appliance
Backward, forward
Orange, purge
Rooftop, please stop
Kringle, Pringles
Ha! Invitations?
No...
Salutations...
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
HelloPoetry Blessed us all , no matter where we live.
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
By Arcinder
I selling everything,
Without seeing pore mistakes perish,
Ill even sell my soul to see yall die,
And leave your loved ones,
Making lame *** people look stupid,
I really cherish,
Especially fake made up raps,
You can't even cope on,
Y'all pathetic,
Where y'all courage,
I don't see non,
I don't see non,
Dis man trying to see me in the shower,
I'll be waiting with a gun,
Now that's real lyricism,
Please no more school drop outs,
If it ain't respect,
I'll make you tap out,
Come give my *** a kiss,
Give me something I can laugh bout,
Busted lips,
Blood leaking,
Can't tell,
But the devil trying to temp me,
Killed dash and doc and lis and ta,
Where the ***** the rest,
I got an audience to look after,
I ain't ******* stress,
Y'all must be scare to come to impress,
Y'all make me laugh,
Just chilling with Melanie,
She might not join the conflict,
Different story when it comes to me,
Hahhahahahahahaahahhahahahh
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Among the glitter and the glamour there's a lonely girl
A little diamond in the desert, lost in this world
In the shadows of the city there must be light somewhere
And so we search for answers, keeping faith in prayer
Melanie's whispers float flawless on the wind
So very faint but I can hear you my friend
Your silhouette dances across the desert land
Are you dancing with God
Is He holding your hand
The path of the missing is a long and frightening road
Sadly there are thousands my friend you're not alone
As I watched the news I never ever thought I'd see
Someone I love disappear into a mystery
Your picture is on fliers and in your daughters' hearts
Someone please come forward; we are stumbling in the dark
One lone footprint leads to destination unknown
We will keep on searching 'til you are finally home
Melanie's whispers float flawless on the wind
So very faint but I can hear you my friend
Your silhouette dances across the desert land
Are you dancing with God
Is He holding your hand
Where are yoooooooou Melanie...
where are yoooooou Melanie..
where are yoooooou Melanie
Can you hear uuuuuss
Silence overwhelming what once was filled with song
We miss you Mel..so much that were trying to be strong
As I listen to the quiet, wishing I could hear
You saaaaay, "I am right heeere"
Melanie's whispers float flawless on the wind
So very faint but I can hear you my friend
Your silhouette dances across the desert land
Are you dancing with God
Is He holding your hand
Melanie's whispers float flawless on the wind
So very faint but I can hear you my friend
Your silhouette dances across the desert land
Are you dancing with God
Is He holding your hand
Where are yoooooooou Melanie...
where are yooou Melanie..
where are yooooou Melanie
Can you hear uuuuussss
©
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Sunflowers, daisy's and tulips too,
these are things that remind me of you.
Animals of many to them you are kind,
geese, dogs and chickens in your garden you will find.
Bright colors your a hippy chick you own it so well,
a friend in you that's my Auntie Mel.
Miss Melanie your canny plenty of good times that we've shared,
I know i'm not always there but for you I've always cared.
Your lovely little ornaments your wacky hippy ways,
I often think of the good times I miss the olden days.
Sunflowers, Daisy's and tulips too,
I really miss you and all that you do.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
I don't usually do this (status updates instead of poetry) but I'm really in the mood to flex my creative muscles and share ideas and concepts with my fellow poets here on HP. I love collaborating. I would like to use kik or fb messenger since it an easier means of communication for me. My kik is hottymelly25 and my facebook is Melanie Wilson (TGWLY).
Also, we have a thriving group of poets chatting together on kik. We're just a small group of poets who have met on here or on Poets Corner (another poetry app we like to use a lot) and we talk about life, poetry, what we made for breakfast, the importance of the decoy vaginas that ducks have to prevent **** and everything in between. It's quite entertaining and we're kinda like a family. If you're interested in joining us, just message me. :) 16+ only please.
Thank you for reading. ❤
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
Melanie of the morning
Sailed by my parapet
She says, “there’s no use in mourning
When the world is your puppet”
Won’t you come through my window?
For my legs feel frail
She says, “just moan like a minnow
And I’ll be in your mail”
And what a lovely day it is
Flowers taped onto a sign
When the sky is an orange wisp
I’ll be by your side
Oh, I long for her
Searing, fading hair
Still-flowing, spotlight fur
Delouse my glare
I spun around in my chair
Until the white walls caved
I’m ready for her stare
To hold me inside a grave
Soon, the bottom of my ship
Will hold gilded fleece
To keep her warm for a trip
Can a sailor only love the sea?
Melanie, Melanie will come to me
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
Dark hair and dark eyes
pale skin, you look a ghost
Bright red lips drawing attention
To the insane beauty you possess
And no mortal man could resist
The feelings of intrigue you radiate
Biting your lip, periodically looking up through your bangs
Writing away, sitting alone in a coffee shop
A seat open across from you
An invitation, if one dares to take it
So take it I must
For at this moment
Knowing you seems to be the most important of pursuits
Though I can't help but feel that nobody has ever known you
For you are a mystery for any to behold
And none to comprehend
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
My melody lies in my Melanie and my Melanie has been lost
A casualty to this reality and love, sadly, the cost
And my Melanie will forever go as she came, with a smile
With me standing sighing, with insides crying and trying all the while
To find music in the world that's sorefully out of key
For the melody has been lost to me along with Melanie
The song is off and the musical canceled, the birds staring silent
All colors have seemed to have faded and I hear the unnatural quiet
And all I can find is I long for a melody
The world, decieving, has me believing that music has been lost to me
And I find Melanie may be gone to me, but she's not who I'm mourning
Overtures and scores all scream that the melody was the dream
The dream that happiness was two heart kisses away
That I could bring my passion for her as I do the melody in my day
So I have now the truth written on my brow and Melanie I no longer resent
Me being in the symphony of love without an instrument
But I will play once more...
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
Dear fellow poets,
This is no poem, this is a letter. A letter to tell you everything will be okay? No, because I can't make everything be okay. I wish I could, but I can't. I'm writing this for me to tell you who I am. My name is Melanie and I'm very simplistic. If I could be normal I never would. Normal is just ....Not me. If I could decide where to put my pencil on my desk when I'm not using it then I'd go completely and utterly insane. And when I say insane, I literally mean insane, like you should ship me off the planet into the unknown in hopes to never see me again, insane. THAT is insane. I believe "what a person has to do then they need to go ahead" because it isn't worth waiting for the right time. I have very simple life rules,
1: to fulfill my life with my life, not anyone else life.
2: to complete my promise in life.
Though the whole promise in life thing is really hard. Though I might be making it hard, it's still challenging.
But anyway, like I said, being normal is not me. I'm surprised nobody HAS already shipped me off the planet. There is however possibilities that I might actually survive the craziness I put people through, I don't mean to by the way. People that have been through that craziness I am sorry. So anyway, there's probably more I could put but I just...Don't feel like it. Later
Feb 9, 2011
Feb 9, 2011 at 9:32 AM UTC
Oleander
Melanie S. Moorman, 2/3/15
Such beautiful pain
Such largeness and gain
Hardened by walls
Built up time & time again
White scented petals
Fill the air - so smooth
Fragrantly wafting -
Singing to the Moon
Lovelorn and tired
She's dressed but uninspired
Her mood changes
But her song is the same
Will you come out tonight?
He says with a longing
Will you put on that dress?
A place your body belongs in
She smiles seductively
He knows what that means
His desire shall be curbed
By a meandering dream
Playfully she calls
But he hears - not too well
Lost in his fears
Where his love for her dwells.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:46 AM UTC
A secret among friends
Amongst myself
Since you know not how I feel
So here goes...
How I feel....
You're a flower
at first bloom
Quietly beautiful
Commanding nothing of no one
But sure of yourself
and your beauty
Needing nothing
from anyone
I'd give you the love
I share for you, if I could
Not that you need it,
But you deserve it,
For you are an amazing woman
Unappreciated I fear
You are
what a woman should be
confident, strong,
a diamond in the rough
Though not so rough
Quite refined, as I see
From my perspective
You are a perfect gem
Colorless (though colorful to me)
Cut (perfectly)
Clarity (uncomplicated unlike most)
In all your glory
In all your beauty
You are perfect to me
...melanie
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
I'm innocent
everything goes opposite
LiFe has no abashment
Problems are objects
Life is aberrant
shoots hard bullets
I'm innocent
Life is full of coincidences
Hope people understand
Life ? People abases
Its a painful wound
No more absolves
I'm innocent
I'm tired of myself
Sick of being the same
I feel like a werewolf
Me , I did defame
Myself is just a calf
I'm innocent
This what life wants
No more tolerate
Live in aborts
Small sins accumulate
Chokes me with ascots
I'm innocent
I don't want this
Live in aversion
It's only my bris
Love must accretion
Or live like the ******* nazis
I'm innocent
I NEED her back
Important in my life circle
keeps me on the track
Every word is a canticle
Wrack hack her lack clack
I'm innocent
She's the one i NEED
My life is She
Sweet, tasty like the aniseed
The most important strophe
Makes it shinny and adorned
I'm innocent
I don't want drugs
I hate to scab
Its not brags
It hurts like a stab
Drugs is crags
Edit by: Melanie on this fourteenth day of September, twenty thirteen
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:54 AM UTC
THESE EYES,THESE BEAUTIFUL EYES
When you looked at me
The fire of your eyes created
Deep waves in the sea of my soul
I am drowning deeper and deeper
In the wide ocean of infinite love
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Made me see deep in the ocean
And imbibe wisdom from the sky
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Painted kindness on my mind;
And inscribed love on my heart
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
More beautiful than the starry night
More sweet than the moonbeam kiss
More kind than fragrance of perfumed garden
These eyes,these beautiful eyes
Marilyn Ann Francis Beautiful....EXCELLENT...MAF
Angela Davis
Natasha Nabokov Thank you, poets, you make my day Natasha Nabokov It's such a memorable poem, Matloob. Thank you
Wow, Matloob, you should post your work in FM Online Magazine, I know that the editor would publish it!
Michele Vizzotti-White Writing about eyes is such a great idea and u do it so beautifuly, u go on from the appearance to the way they make one feel in few but rich words, my fav line is the painted kindness in my mind eyes tell so much yet i have not read many poems about them
Saalik Siddiqui Fantastic indeed.
Demelia Denton Another beautiful poem Matloob
Melanie Bingham Chapman very, very nicely written !
Natasha Nabokov Oh, you are so magnificently productive
Larry Barmash What would you do if I sang out a tune
Perry Alexander Nectar of love.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
I feel like I should just start hypervenalating right there.
I don't know how to respond.
Should I let the tight tears just run down my cheeks unstoppingly.
I'm in the middle of confusion.
My stupid teenage years.
Of every memory I've had...
Never like this has happened.
Never this confused.
But as a teenager you're all like actually caring about what you look like, who likes who, the latest couples and all this other crap.
Well looks like my worrying of caring about that stuff is over for the rest of my life, because my life will be full of confusion and nothing else.
While all confusion lays on my hands.
I walk into the dimming light.
the killing, murderous light of love.
It's so strong.
Am I walking the right path?
Did I take the right turn?
Did I turn into the wrong corridor?
There were millions.
For a Melody like me.
I took the right path.
The right map.
The right direction.
The right corridor.
There is no doubt.
Though I'm not perfect.
So something has to be an obstacle then.
And so I have my too tall of a hurdle to try to jump over.
My millions of corridors I could've taken I took the right one.
And ended up with the millionth corridor of confusion.
But I took the right path.
I know it.
And so I'm sitting here writing this.
If I hadn't of taken my millionth path.
I would have never been sitting here writing my feelings out.
All of my millionth path of confusion too you.
My millionth path was my right path.
What is your millionth path?
Does life ever get you thinking,
that you're not you but you're someone else?
Exactly. I'm not Melanie. I'm Melody.
And you can't be me.
Because I'm one of a kind.
And so are you.
So take your millionth path.
And make it different.
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 10:54 AM UTC
My voice was vanished, destroyed as I stood in front of her, in her way I grunted, smiled, she smiled I slowly stepped out of her way, stumbling, trying to catch my step. Some kids turned and looked, others laughed but as I stepped out of her way, I turned towards her as she walked away, and then all the kids laughed and laughed and one kid said “nice try”
But I didn’t listen. I dazed at the dull, gray ceiling, not that there was anything special except some gum a few webs tucked in the corner. But it was as though the ceiling was a background for the video being played in my mind, of the other times I passed by her, and this one was stored with the rest. As time flew, I took no notice. I just stared at the old gray ceiling as thought it was the most amazing thing in a 3rd graders life. Her.., Oh her, that girls name is Melanie, the way it slipped of my bright pink tongue was astounding and she was, although very free and alone, friends with the rest of the kids with the over expensive pants and shirts, not because they are sturdy but because the money set them directly with “the group”. She was different, she had no costly clothes, it was her attitude that everyone wanted to be around her for. I, am a different story my parents are a middle-class citizens, as they told me at least. I do not have friends, I do not want friends, I am a loner. All I need is me, my homework, and my thoughts. Kids won’t dare say “Hi” to me; their precious reputation will go dramatically down. I don’t know why she did it, maybe as a bet or a joke, or she knew she wouldn’t lose anything in the end, but Melanie became my friend.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
.....Shouldn't be taking for granted,
Even though her wishes aren't ,
I wish he could have been there,
But left you broken hearted,
Don't got time for all the gossip,
Say my name if you get lost,
In the mist of what's to come,
I won't let you fall and I won't pay the cost,
Cause the cost will have a budget,
I know I can reach it,
And when the price is right,
I will gladly teach it,
The kind of love you find at a bar,
And say what got you so down,
Rubs your shoulder,
Tell you its alright,
No need to frown,
The kind of love you need,
When your locked in prison,
She will be your loyal seed,
Every time your name she mentions,
Goes by the name of melz,
But I call her melly,
She's the inspiration of everything,
When I write,
Its steady,
Teaching it gladly,
Seeing smiles on her face,
When I met you ,
Knew you needed some space,
From the things that bothered you,
******** took advantage,
But I will stick by you,
Like a man and his loyal companion.
Love u melz.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Monster with a bomb,
I saw into your mouth.
Lying to a brother is so wrong,
Deception your paramount.
You walk a road you Pave.
You made your family your slave,
Your people to blame.
This isn't a Game, Melanie.
Your snake lips still hiss that same melody?
Your shame should be a felonie
Like mine the day you fell on me...
This is in no way right...
This is your fight
Remember that when you feel the knife,
The same one you put in my back twice!
You took my light,
But its okay now that shadows guide my sight
In their hands my eyes reside tonight
At least the things told me aren't coated in spite.
You were innocent that night?
Ha... Yeah right.
*Arcassin... *
I almost pity you with passion
As I'm amused by your blastin
Your treatery is my cash in
Your sexting Satan's assassin
Watching and salivating,
Waiting to pull your *** in.
You were the newest kin to me.
Now you find yourself as enemy.
You ran from my family,
As a victim instead of a man free.
In time you'll see...
She'll abuse you and use you so she doesn't have to bleed.
Steel your seed
While riding another steed
*She has you on her tongue...
On her breath her greed...*
Please listen to me...
Do not follow her lead.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
“I Hope Your Happy Now Your Free”
Free from the eternal feelings
From the bleeding heart
the one I played before you
Those words are now cut
short of what was to be said
But be happy this was all a game
like its always been
This all was foolish
I became the fool
believing
believing that I was all you see
I was blind to my mistake
your heart was not mine to take
so go on
I’ll get out of your way
“I Hope Your Happy Now Your Free”
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
*fountains are white
sparkles are light
life is the brightness
of healing inside
awakening my craving
is killing my pride
i think i will follow
follow you, past the crowd*
hello..oh melanie
i'm here..reciting felony
you said return is your harmony
but i don't hear a word..tonight
this is the fool you made of me
even patience is resisting me
so my cloud..is my mystified company
these days
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Goodnight Mrs Calabash
I hope to see you again real soon
the time we spend together makes me smile
I try to keep it very simple with her
but I am in love with her all the while
it's just that I respected her man
he was a good friend of mine
and he only passed away barely a year
but I dream of her all the time
we go for long walks in the park
feed crumbs to the squirrels and ducks
stop for an ice cream soda or coffee
I barely spend a couple of bucks
her name is Melanie a beautiful name
but I have a hard time calling her that
I had known her and her husband Max
and given them a dog and a cat
we went to movies and dances together
for all of those many years
I would find me a date to bring
maybe stop on the way home for beers
I never had married don't know why
just didn't seem to be my thing
sometimes we go to a Karaoke bar
get silly laugh and sing
I think I always knew Melanie was for me
just wouldn't admit such a thing
but now as the days pass me by
I'm thinking of buying her a ring
will she accept my love for her
or will she think I'm just talking trash
until I feel the answer is yes
I'll keep saying goodnight Mrs Calabash
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC