"meto" poems
My weakness is what we'll discuss
One that some say is a plus.
A weakness that shakes meto my core,
Grows my fears until i cant take anymore.
I care about everyone i meet,
Wheater on the street or in discreet.
Ill never let a soul be sad,
Or have one think of doing bad.
Some may say its because im an angel,
That i can remive ones ever tangle,
That i can help them see the light,
Set them off in flight.
No ome sees the problems that are beneath,
The anger jealousy sadness just searchin for reilif.
Those which help the most have the most problems
They are always trying their hardest to solve them,
Like me just wanting the world to be happy
Its easy sometimes to look over me.
To forget that I'm the one who should come first
To give myself holy water for thirst
To bandage my hearts wounds
And not help others too soon
To take care of my mind foremost
To make sure i do feel like the worst.
But ill just keep my chin up,
Walking around like i don't give a ****
Playing my facade off as the truth,
Making my mind and soul reach a truce.
in the end all i do is pretend,
Texting people hitting sense,
Living life day by day,
Waving smiling and still saying hey.
Thats what you have to do sometimes tho,
Bottle in all up and like a jar of snow.
Ill write now and again and let it all out,
This way ill prevent myself from scream and shout.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
i looked up in the sky seven clouds hung over methere like stepping stones plain as plain could bethen i had a picture printed in my mindthat if i walked across them i wondered what id findi floated up too see them to see where they would goacross the seven steps that were as white as snowwhen i reached the end there was angel standing therewith her big white with wings and floating in the airthese were the steps to heaven they had called to meto take me to the place where someday i might be.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 5:24 AM UTC
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Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 6:18 AM UTC
Los mozos de Monleón
se fueron a arar temprano,
ay, ay,
para ir a la corrida,
y remudar con despacio,
ay, ay.
Al hijo de la "Velluda",
el remudo no le han dado,
ay, ay.
-Al toro tengo que ir
aunque vaya de prestado,
ay, ay.
Permita Dios, si lo encuentras,
que te traigan en un carro,
las albarcas y el sombrero
de los siniestros colgando.
Se cogen los garrochones,
se van las navas abajo,
preguntando por el toro,
y el toro ya está encerrado.
A la mitad del camino,
al mayoral se encontraron,
-Muchachos que vais al toro:
mirad que el toro es muy malo,
que la leche que mamó
se la di yo por mi mano.
Se presentan en la plaza
cuatro mozos muy gallardos,
ay, ay.
Manuel Sánchez llamó al toro;
nunca lo hubiera llamado,
ay, ay,
por el pico de una albarca
toda la plaza arrastrando;
ay, ay.
Cuando el toro lo dejó,
ya lo ha dejado sangrando,
ay, ay.
-Amigos, que yo me muero;
amigos, yo estoy muy malo;
tres pañuelos tengo dentro
y este que meto son cuatro.
-Que llamen al confesor,
pa que venga a confesarlo.
Cuando el confesor llegaba
Manuel Sánchez ha expirado.
Al rico de Monleón
le piden los bues y el carro,
ay, ay,
pa llevar a Manuel Sánchez,
que el torito lo ha matado.
ay, ay.
A la puerta de la "Velluda"
arrecularon el carro,
ay, ay.
-Aquí tenéis, vuestro hijo
como lo habéis demandado.
ay, ay.
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Would you still know my name
If we met in heaven?
Would things feel the same
A place for you, one even better
Would you take my hand
In the fields of grass?
Would you choose to land,
Or see me behind the glass?
And I know you’ll wait,
On the sacred stage of seven,
But darling, can’t you see?
I don’t belong in heaven.
You've expected meto fly
Though I would land somewhere high
We were unaware as time slipped by
And now all I can do is miss you with each sigh
I though you would have known
Bad bad things I have done
I didn't want to see your frown
So before you got back ,I was gone
And I know you’ll wait,
On the sacred stage of seven,
But darling, can’t you see?
I don’t belong in heaven.
And I don't want to see you cry
I don't want to see your tears in heaven
In hell, where I belong, they say there is a god above
And for me, it is you , the woman in the stage of seven
And I know you’ll wait,
On the sacred stage of seven,
But darling, can’t you see?
I don’t belong in heaven.
I know you’ll miss me, darling, still
Though I can’t return your call.
You’ll wait for me beyond the hill
But I’ll never come back at all.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 6:40 AM UTC