"nare" poems - Hello Poetry

twitters and tweets pictures are sweets keeping you hooked on the tabloid elites just out of bed, hair on his head matted and messy, way better than said your public is waiting and verging on vexed "stay tuned for more selfies", you casually text. stand by the mirror and pose for your followers leading them into the worship of men drawn to the sight of your bare naked belly this bowl full of jelly is quaking, and then this one, her *** just after the baby she's worked out like crazy, perhaps she just clazy spray-tanned and bare butted tattooed and nare studded back in the crack but her tact has been share gutted no worries, it all comes around in some hotel bathroom you click at your Iphone like all of the rest of us, yet so alone trying to snap one both **** and manly the wife beater t-shirt, the boxers and phone we can't really blame you, your business, your life quest but fashion is funny right down to the jewels both earlobes sport earrings, just like mommy dearest whatever your pleasure, some little girl drools and she scantly clad there, for all of her viewers could not give a **** about "ahhers" or "ew'ers" but don't stop, you're on top and making your money and laughing right back, since we're also quite funny we once wore our hair all pulled up or with mullet thought no one was laughing, we knew we were cool and now all the stuff which we wore gone forever or passed off as costume, just vintage, old school where somebody bought it from some smelly thrift shop and wore it again with a sense of true style the polaroid pictures we took at the bus stop that camera is back and will be for a while Stand at the mirror and smile for your camera not really getting that folks can be odd some are perverted, while others disturbed and still others are cranky and smelling like cod. Someday you'll grow up, a mommy or daddy or maybe a granny once shaking her ***** or maybe a pop-pop and scoff a their moptop and laugh with your grandkids it all comes around.

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Oct 13, 2013

Oct 13, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC

igclair

comes around

twitters and tweets pictures are sweets keeping you hooked on the tabloid elites just out of bed, hair on his head matted and messy, way better than said your public is waiting and verging on vexed "stay tuned for more selfies", you casually text. stand by the mirror and pose for your followers leading them into the worship of men drawn to the sight of your bare naked belly this bowl full of jelly is quaking, and then this one, her *** just after the baby she's worked out like crazy, perhaps she just clazy spray-tanned and bare butted tattooed and nare studded back in the crack but her tact has been share gutted no worries, it all comes around in some hotel bathroom you click at your Iphone like all of the rest of us, yet so alone trying to snap one both **** and manly the wife beater t-shirt, the boxers and phone we can't really blame you, your business, your life quest but fashion is funny right down to the jewels both earlobes sport earrings, just like mommy dearest whatever your pleasure, some little girl drools and she scantly clad there, for all of her viewers could not give a **** about "ahhers" or "ew'ers" but don't stop, you're on top and making your money and laughing right back, since we're also quite funny we once wore our hair all pulled up or with mullet thought no one was laughing, we knew we were cool and now all the stuff which we wore gone forever or passed off as costume, just vintage, old school where somebody bought it from some smelly thrift shop and wore it again with a sense of true style the polaroid pictures we took at the bus stop that camera is back and will be for a while Stand at the mirror and smile for your camera not really getting that folks can be odd some are perverted, while others disturbed and still others are cranky and smelling like cod. Someday you'll grow up, a mommy or daddy or maybe a granny once shaking her ***** or maybe a pop-pop and scoff a their moptop and laugh with your grandkids it all comes around.

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The totality of a stare, their for changing life's bitter holds My theory that we all are seekers is an ex-stressor of unwitting changes voiceless changing clanging colds Now a life this life has execrated all of your dreams You and I cure the ice to satisfy the demons the night but it grows warmer I warn thee Devious power and burning nights.. who is of the dead? Devious powers all is quite right.. I am inside your head Uncalled for searing this justice holy tower you're turret nare an arrow sent And when the future holds against our bonds untold a world with forms reached out only to allow an ever changing destiny.. Then I shall cry out a theory for them a theory untold Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told Fleece of the stripeless tiger nears telling all of us of the powers of doom and your life is speaking slashing shshsh turn to dust soon you'll be through If again you make this plea don't try to be the same as the one who turned to me For within you are gone and in your mind we are all keepers but this is not wrong I am turned putrid and this procures the storm unworthy yet with this answer land will fall soon and shed this life for demons and right hurt eyes skin lips and all Devious powers burning in the nights of the undead You called out the scarring the twist of the unsent Then I shall cry out a theory for them a theory untold Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told Played by the fame then went a force of Satans wings ornate of diamonds and led When the theory of theories is finally told the solving and the puzzle is an ultimate theory untold Drafting and waning your demeanor a field of wrought with a killing and blight Into a dark horizon one hand awakens as certainty puts up a fight Then I shall cry out doubting you'd ever listen to me Then I'd cry for us as the devout for the theories untold is ever our destiny Then I shall cry out for a theory for them a theory untold Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told

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Jul 14, 2020

Jul 14, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC

KorbydAngyle

Theories Untold

The totality of a stare, their for changing life's bitter holds My theory that we all are seekers is an ex-stressor of unwitting changes voiceless changing clanging colds Now a life this life has execrated all of your dreams You and I cure the ice to satisfy the demons the night but it grows warmer I warn thee Devious power and burning nights.. who is of the dead? Devious powers all is quite right.. I am inside your head Uncalled for searing this justice holy tower you're turret nare an arrow sent And when the future holds against our bonds untold a world with forms reached out only to allow an ever changing destiny.. Then I shall cry out a theory for them a theory untold Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told Fleece of the stripeless tiger nears telling all of us of the powers of doom and your life is speaking slashing shshsh turn to dust soon you'll be through If again you make this plea don't try to be the same as the one who turned to me For within you are gone and in your mind we are all keepers but this is not wrong I am turned putrid and this procures the storm unworthy yet with this answer land will fall soon and shed this life for demons and right hurt eyes skin lips and all Devious powers burning in the nights of the undead You called out the scarring the twist of the unsent Then I shall cry out a theory for them a theory untold Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told Played by the fame then went a force of Satans wings ornate of diamonds and led When the theory of theories is finally told the solving and the puzzle is an ultimate theory untold Drafting and waning your demeanor a field of wrought with a killing and blight Into a dark horizon one hand awakens as certainty puts up a fight Then I shall cry out doubting you'd ever listen to me Then I'd cry for us as the devout for the theories untold is ever our destiny Then I shall cry out for a theory for them a theory untold Devious fires powers of the night Don't question the order do as your told

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This life I lead These paths I follow Sometimes run deep Sometimes grow shallow All through the muck And murky mallow Reveals a dark Disturbing hallow From whence it came Begins again Alone Alone Not nare a friend I scream to heavens Holies past Who curses thee Whose fist has wrath With nare a sound Or slight response Again begins My hellish haunt

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC

EdVance

Path

This life I lead These paths I follow Sometimes run deep Sometimes grow shallow All through the muck And murky mallow Reveals a dark Disturbing hallow From whence it came Begins again Alone Alone Not nare a friend I scream to heavens Holies past Who curses thee Whose fist has wrath With nare a sound Or slight response Again begins My hellish haunt

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/NI LIFE/ Sometimes mi hu-wrong nikijaribu ku-correct,na mi si perfect so daily niko kwa risklt ya ku-loose vitu ata nili-collect,so we skiza hii tune,yeah ofcourse hii tune si unajua mali safi zi huzinduliwa June.Pingu za maisha nishanunua shoneni vitenge juu nazifunga soon. Samahani,back then kudish kwa sahani kwangu ilisound kifahari,world yangu ilikuwa so untrue na mauongo ki-kanyari,kupata kwangu then ilisound ka monkey kuonekana kalahari,nyi mkinyonga tai zangu nabaki ni nyoka nanyonga,ni saa nane usiku nikiexhaust my poetic pen igeuze words ziwe dishi,DJ akiscratch ilikuwa opportunity ya kuflow nayo na mistari haziishi,mtaa 1960 ndio iliniwai courage ya kusimama mbele ya mahater nikiwashow hii mwaka haiishi meza moja na nyinyi tudishi. Mi hu-acknoledge power ya sir God jo juu ya kuniblessia creativity tangu pre-unit,usitafte amani bila unity certificate ya kugraduate from petty poet to plenty of poems nikailaminate na case ya glass,after kuchoma kuna wasee nilianza nao na siko nao si zao ziliwashow wako "high" class,hii dunia ni ya God so ka unaplan downfall yangu jua success naiwai a thousand times plus. Hii sanaa mi hufanya si rahisi,ata ka Nadia na kalikuwa kashaa tamba ilibidi ameitisha maombi,ka si Sunday siogi,mi nimezoea kula jasho yangu that's why unaskia nikiongea sh*t that is stinky. So ukihustle na biz ya kuuza charcoal jua ***** hands zi hukuwa sign ya clean money,na since muka aende silent mi ndio nimekuwa nikiwasha nare kwa stage bila lyta,mi ndio nimekuwa nikijua mbona mapema ye hurauka.Hii time short nimekuwa hapa nilikuwa na blessings za mama no wonder sijastammer,ka nimekubamba scratch kwa tenje uniseti...stage ndio home na sijaplan kuhama. -P€TT¥PO€T ✍️ ©2020.

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Jun 18, 2020

Jun 18, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC

PETTY_POET

/NI LIFE/

/NI LIFE/ Sometimes mi hu-wrong nikijaribu ku-correct,na mi si perfect so daily niko kwa risklt ya ku-loose vitu ata nili-collect,so we skiza hii tune,yeah ofcourse hii tune si unajua mali safi zi huzinduliwa June.Pingu za maisha nishanunua shoneni vitenge juu nazifunga soon. Samahani,back then kudish kwa sahani kwangu ilisound kifahari,world yangu ilikuwa so untrue na mauongo ki-kanyari,kupata kwangu then ilisound ka monkey kuonekana kalahari,nyi mkinyonga tai zangu nabaki ni nyoka nanyonga,ni saa nane usiku nikiexhaust my poetic pen igeuze words ziwe dishi,DJ akiscratch ilikuwa opportunity ya kuflow nayo na mistari haziishi,mtaa 1960 ndio iliniwai courage ya kusimama mbele ya mahater nikiwashow hii mwaka haiishi meza moja na nyinyi tudishi. Mi hu-acknoledge power ya sir God jo juu ya kuniblessia creativity tangu pre-unit,usitafte amani bila unity certificate ya kugraduate from petty poet to plenty of poems nikailaminate na case ya glass,after kuchoma kuna wasee nilianza nao na siko nao si zao ziliwashow wako "high" class,hii dunia ni ya God so ka unaplan downfall yangu jua success naiwai a thousand times plus. Hii sanaa mi hufanya si rahisi,ata ka Nadia na kalikuwa kashaa tamba ilibidi ameitisha maombi,ka si Sunday siogi,mi nimezoea kula jasho yangu that's why unaskia nikiongea sh*t that is stinky. So ukihustle na biz ya kuuza charcoal jua ***** hands zi hukuwa sign ya clean money,na since muka aende silent mi ndio nimekuwa nikiwasha nare kwa stage bila lyta,mi ndio nimekuwa nikijua mbona mapema ye hurauka.Hii time short nimekuwa hapa nilikuwa na blessings za mama no wonder sijastammer,ka nimekubamba scratch kwa tenje uniseti...stage ndio home na sijaplan kuhama. -P€TT¥PO€T ✍️ ©2020.

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When I was just a little lad, with nare a scratch on me. I climbed up high but lost my grip, and fell out of the tree. I fell so long, and so **** hard, I bust my head up good. I landed in a thorny bush, and lay there in the blood. The neighbour she rushed to me quick, and grabbed me in her arms. She called her man to start the car, to save me from the harm. She drove the road, like kings of old, within her bent up car. Her husband looking back at me, and at the future scar. They drove me to the A and E, the nurses rushing round. The doctor came and checked me out, and this is what he found. 'This lad is fine', said he to they, 'Just stop him climbing trees. He's barely bruised his noggin there, and slightly scratched his knees' The neighbours they looked so relieved, they took me to my place. My ma and pa were happy then, to see my broken face.

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC

SpilvenrWindsinger

True story

When I was just a little lad, with nare a scratch on me. I climbed up high but lost my grip, and fell out of the tree. I fell so long, and so **** hard, I bust my head up good. I landed in a thorny bush, and lay there in the blood. The neighbour she rushed to me quick, and grabbed me in her arms. She called her man to start the car, to save me from the harm. She drove the road, like kings of old, within her bent up car. Her husband looking back at me, and at the future scar. They drove me to the A and E, the nurses rushing round. The doctor came and checked me out, and this is what he found. 'This lad is fine', said he to they, 'Just stop him climbing trees. He's barely bruised his noggin there, and slightly scratched his knees' The neighbours they looked so relieved, they took me to my place. My ma and pa were happy then, to see my broken face.

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A sky view tells of the infinite, our place is nare what we expect it. A new creation revealed beyond, far from earth each sector doesn't seem as big, even hovering beneath you, everything fits like pieces to pieces. Above the clouds it feels natural to be, fortelling where you land. I knew i never wanted to settle when the view amid looked as so. Not missing another moment to miss out on this. Why stay in one place?

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Mar 16, 2018

Mar 16, 2018 at 2:11 AM UTC

HSH

A~

A sky view tells of the infinite, our place is nare what we expect it. A new creation revealed beyond, far from earth each sector doesn't seem as big, even hovering beneath you, everything fits like pieces to pieces. Above the clouds it feels natural to be, fortelling where you land. I knew i never wanted to settle when the view amid looked as so. Not missing another moment to miss out on this. Why stay in one place?

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