"misquito" poems - Hello Poetry

Dont Try To Overthrow Me, This Is My Territory, Don't Try To Touch Me, You Fraile, Cold Hearted, Tantrum Throwing Annoyance, Don't Speak, About The People Who Are Better Than You, Dont Speak Lies, Which Only Some Believe Dont Try To Crush Me, You Foul, Demonic Child, Don't Glare At Me, I Have The Strongest Stare, Don't Say You Want To **** Me, You Would Never Succseed If You Try, You Are Simply To Weak Dont Try To Take Over Because, You Are The Opposite Of The Human Spirit, You Are The Flip Side Of Incredible, Trying To Break Through The Wall, I've Been Forced To Rebuild, Over, And Over, I'm At Full Strength, And Yet You Try To Break Me Down, You Make Me Laugh You're The Omega, You Misquito, Constantly Buzzing Around My Ear, Telling Me What A ***** I Am, And You Are An Angel? You Are Demon You Reddheaded Brat Shut Your Mouth, You Disease, No One Wants You, No One Wants To Taste The Hate You Hide, No One Wants To See The Side I've Seen, At One Time, You Were Funny, Bubbly, Let Me Pop Those Bubbles, Just Like You Popped Mine I Am Indecent? Because I'm Ugly?, Only In You Crap Brown Eyes, Tell It To My Face, Not My Friends, I'll Break Your Nose, How Will You Feel Then? You Are Nothing To Me, A Waist Of Space, I'm Tired Of Getting Pushed Around By You, I Am Your Alpha, I Have The Power To Hurt You, Injure You Permanently, But I Wont, Just So You Know, I'm Strong, Physically, Intellectually, And You Are, The Frost Who Wishes To **** My Rose, But Good Luck The Climate, Is Getting Warmer

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 8:27 AM UTC

sydney-victoria

Don't Try To Overthrow Me

Dont Try To Overthrow Me, This Is My Territory, Don't Try To Touch Me, You Fraile, Cold Hearted, Tantrum Throwing Annoyance, Don't Speak, About The People Who Are Better Than You, Dont Speak Lies, Which Only Some Believe Dont Try To Crush Me, You Foul, Demonic Child, Don't Glare At Me, I Have The Strongest Stare, Don't Say You Want To **** Me, You Would Never Succseed If You Try, You Are Simply To Weak Dont Try To Take Over Because, You Are The Opposite Of The Human Spirit, You Are The Flip Side Of Incredible, Trying To Break Through The Wall, I've Been Forced To Rebuild, Over, And Over, I'm At Full Strength, And Yet You Try To Break Me Down, You Make Me Laugh You're The Omega, You Misquito, Constantly Buzzing Around My Ear, Telling Me What A ***** I Am, And You Are An Angel? You Are Demon You Reddheaded Brat Shut Your Mouth, You Disease, No One Wants You, No One Wants To Taste The Hate You Hide, No One Wants To See The Side I've Seen, At One Time, You Were Funny, Bubbly, Let Me Pop Those Bubbles, Just Like You Popped Mine I Am Indecent? Because I'm Ugly?, Only In You Crap Brown Eyes, Tell It To My Face, Not My Friends, I'll Break Your Nose, How Will You Feel Then? You Are Nothing To Me, A Waist Of Space, I'm Tired Of Getting Pushed Around By You, I Am Your Alpha, I Have The Power To Hurt You, Injure You Permanently, But I Wont, Just So You Know, I'm Strong, Physically, Intellectually, And You Are, The Frost Who Wishes To **** My Rose, But Good Luck The Climate, Is Getting Warmer

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The old man sits on the park bench. He feeds the birds. He plays chess with an old Navy Buddy... Memories shared with tenderness to valor of the yester year that become fussy and dirty,muddy. Flashbacks to the battles fought. Families built on foundations of their own family names. Defining the future of the grandchildren and children. Humor adds to clear the pain of a lost yesterday. As the elder whipes a misquito flying from near his ear. Stories in the fashion of "Forrest Gump." brings color as crowds listen in the park. To listen to the wisdom of those who helped shape their "today" Intrigued by their topics, they fail to leave, they pull up a chair and stay. The two chess playing elders sharing whimiscal tales of old... Scrolls of the writings of confus of fortunes fortold come to light as people become warm through listening to great memories and avoiding the void of connection which was the cold.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

Elders

The old man sits on the park bench. He feeds the birds. He plays chess with an old Navy Buddy... Memories shared with tenderness to valor of the yester year that become fussy and dirty,muddy. Flashbacks to the battles fought. Families built on foundations of their own family names. Defining the future of the grandchildren and children. Humor adds to clear the pain of a lost yesterday. As the elder whipes a misquito flying from near his ear. Stories in the fashion of "Forrest Gump." brings color as crowds listen in the park. To listen to the wisdom of those who helped shape their "today" Intrigued by their topics, they fail to leave, they pull up a chair and stay. The two chess playing elders sharing whimiscal tales of old... Scrolls of the writings of confus of fortunes fortold come to light as people become warm through listening to great memories and avoiding the void of connection which was the cold.

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The bliss of being a child. No worries, no responsibilities, no bills! Freshly scratched misquito bites, grass stained jeans, playing hide and seek with fireflies. The innocence, the love... the unconditonal love. I wonder who you where before the world made you cold.. What it was, is we were children, we had no idea we was making memories, all we knew was we was having fun.. even if we got into trouble. Innocent memories flushed away from the dark grasp of life and addictions. The days i miss so much, i can hardly remember because i spent most of my life trying to get as ****ed up as i could so i could forget.

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 9:04 AM UTC

mhhcandy95

The bliss of innocence

The bliss of being a child. No worries, no responsibilities, no bills! Freshly scratched misquito bites, grass stained jeans, playing hide and seek with fireflies. The innocence, the love... the unconditonal love. I wonder who you where before the world made you cold.. What it was, is we were children, we had no idea we was making memories, all we knew was we was having fun.. even if we got into trouble. Innocent memories flushed away from the dark grasp of life and addictions. The days i miss so much, i can hardly remember because i spent most of my life trying to get as ****ed up as i could so i could forget.

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well im the funky hocus pocus emcees loose focus cuz they know when i step to a show i blow harder than Gillespie aint none stoppin me droppin' me uh true southern playalisticadicallic music ya cant abuse it ya thiught we was dead but resurrected injected ya brain with a high funk overdose no syringe no pretend our flows leave ya bent competition just blowin'in the wind my flow stings like misquito enticin' west nile virus sound the chorus dirtu ***** is what im about we fight neva pout the gun in to snout one shot no shout we all about dollaz n cents i see you instense but naw playa dont hate me hate the suspense as my money gettin' thicker and thicker richer and richer and ya know foes try to roll.with ya uh yosef don't play no games when it comes to fame I say **** the fame n the shame I love black people but hate ****** mane detrimentAl for out mental tv's paint a tainted reality no positivity in the black community they told me if I wanna be a star performing artist I gotta sellout Naw never that I like raider hats and baseballs bats to gats quick to watch ya blood splat **** the records execs cuz I'm a threat poetic terrorist this ain't the summertime but I'll show ya porgy and Bess blessed from the sessed so I can manifest this beautiful lyrics so foggy you couldn't clear it I'm on ya conscious like bad nerves twitchin forever lynching mind of those who ain't listening

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Dec 9, 2016

Dec 9, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

***** South

well im the funky hocus pocus emcees loose focus cuz they know when i step to a show i blow harder than Gillespie aint none stoppin me droppin' me uh true southern playalisticadicallic music ya cant abuse it ya thiught we was dead but resurrected injected ya brain with a high funk overdose no syringe no pretend our flows leave ya bent competition just blowin'in the wind my flow stings like misquito enticin' west nile virus sound the chorus dirtu ***** is what im about we fight neva pout the gun in to snout one shot no shout we all about dollaz n cents i see you instense but naw playa dont hate me hate the suspense as my money gettin' thicker and thicker richer and richer and ya know foes try to roll.with ya uh yosef don't play no games when it comes to fame I say **** the fame n the shame I love black people but hate ****** mane detrimentAl for out mental tv's paint a tainted reality no positivity in the black community they told me if I wanna be a star performing artist I gotta sellout Naw never that I like raider hats and baseballs bats to gats quick to watch ya blood splat **** the records execs cuz I'm a threat poetic terrorist this ain't the summertime but I'll show ya porgy and Bess blessed from the sessed so I can manifest this beautiful lyrics so foggy you couldn't clear it I'm on ya conscious like bad nerves twitchin forever lynching mind of those who ain't listening

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Perhaps it was the fudge or the twenty beers you had at your bosses wake. Never the less you see a dark alley open up and you want to bottle neck your self out of your cloths. A few friends join you its what friends do for eachother after a funeral. The streets are dull and the gas lites are only monuments left from the days we crawled out and walked back in our caves. A misquito breaks curfew and seduces the skin on your neck. But it feels more and more insane like wearing a tuxedo to the gym to avoid playing racket ball with your dead boss. You think for a moment and have seizure on in the cab of your friends chevy. Your eyes roll back and for a moment youve felt the blinding dance of not knowing what will happen next.

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Mar 23, 2017

Mar 23, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC

michael-parish

Bats

Perhaps it was the fudge or the twenty beers you had at your bosses wake. Never the less you see a dark alley open up and you want to bottle neck your self out of your cloths. A few friends join you its what friends do for eachother after a funeral. The streets are dull and the gas lites are only monuments left from the days we crawled out and walked back in our caves. A misquito breaks curfew and seduces the skin on your neck. But it feels more and more insane like wearing a tuxedo to the gym to avoid playing racket ball with your dead boss. You think for a moment and have seizure on in the cab of your friends chevy. Your eyes roll back and for a moment youve felt the blinding dance of not knowing what will happen next.

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