"neer" poems
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil’d!
And I wept both night and day
And he wip’d my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight
So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush’d rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm’d, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head
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How sweet and pleasant grows the way
Through summer time again
While Landrails call from day to day
Amid the grass and grain
We hear it in the weeding time
When knee deep waves the corn
We hear it in the summers prime
Through meadows night and morn
And now I hear it in the grass
That grows as sweet again
And let a minutes notice pass
And now tis in the grain
Tis like a fancy everywhere
A sort of living doubt
We know tis something but it neer
Will blab the secret out
If heard in close or meadow plots
It flies if we pursue
But follows if we notice not
The close and meadow through
Boys know the note of many a bird
In their birdnesting bounds
But when the landrails noise is heard
They wonder at the sounds
They look in every tuft of grass
Thats in their rambles met
They peep in every bush they pass
And none the wiser get
And still they hear the craiking sound
And still they wonder why
It surely cant be under ground
Nor is it in the sky
And yet tis heard in every vale
An undiscovered song
And makes a pleasant wonder tale
For all the summer long
The shepherd whistles through his hands
And starts with many a whoop
His busy dog across the lands
In hopes to fright it up
Tis still a minutes length or more
Till dogs are off and gone
Then sings and louder than before
But keeps the secret on
Yet accident will often meet
The nest within its way
And weeders when they **** the wheat
Discover where they lay
And mowers on the meadow lea
Chance on their noisy guest
And wonder what the bird can be
That lays without a nest
In simple holes that birds will rake
When dusting on the ground
They drop their eggs of curious make
Deep blotched and nearly round
A mystery still to men and boys
Who know not where they lay
And guess it but a summer noise
Among the meadow hay
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**** jy die **** van yster-gordyn wat val en die aarde omhels ten laaste sy afwaartse versnelling.
Dit maak seer mamma...
Gewere word neergelê as ń universiële teken van hoop en vrede , maar verlang na ń lid van die geledere.
Dit maak seer mamma...
Ons was almal naïef; in ons drome was daar plek vir twee,
Ń eindelose see waar ons kon wegvaar van die ontbindinde spoke van gister, waar ons ons hande in soutwater-poele kon was iewers langs die kus van versoening...
Dit maak seer...
Niemand sou kon raai dat die jare se snellertrek en loopgraaf grawwe jou eens sagte vel kon magnetiseer nie... *** kon ek voorsien dat jy ń bietjie van die geweld gaan steel het om vir jouself te hou nie. *** sou ek weet dat jou vingers jeuk sonder die dooie staal wat dit streel nie...
Een skoot
Twee skote
Drie skote
Ń eenman vuurpelaton reën op my neer en dring deur my ope arms...
Jy het nog altyd ń plek in my hart gehad, maar nou het jy dit beset met lood en alle onskuld uitgerook met brandende kruit...
Dit maak seer...
Dele van jou hang nog swaar op al die plekke wat saakmaak en seermaak en trek my af grond toe...
Eina...
Liefde ek het altyd geweet ons het mekaar se ruë gehad... ek hey net nie geweet jy was besig om ń rooi kruis vir jou fissier op myne te verf nie...
Dit maak seer mamma...
Koebaai
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
-Ek en my geraamtes het soms ook 'n uitval
Verdoem deur drome van 'n wakker oog
gee ek in tot die eindelose gekarring.
Waaroor die ophef van 'n silwerdoek beeld
die trane en inspirasie , aangemeld -
en saamgesmelt in elke belydenis?
Ek spaar toe maar my knieë en sak neer
voor die rekenaar en fynkam
die intrieke sydrade van ons spinnerakke
Vergrootglas die letters, opsoek na:
'n Gebed vir - 'n Gebed vir hom...
NEE MY!
Toe speel my storie... Ag ek meen
Sy outobiografie af en ek's aleen.
Elke nou en dan en dan en wan
vee ek oor die rekenaar skerm en
skrik as ek sý gesig sien.
Hy wou dit nie aanvaar nie!
- ek wou regtig nie!
Hy wou verander!
-ek wou regtig graag verander...
ek... - ek bedoel hy;
Ons ma's was swertsend selfs
godslasterik lief vir ons en
haar stickynotes het ons oral vasgekeur
, want Levitikus!!!
Levitikus sê NEE...
Ma sê die Bybel sê:
"Ons is dood".
Ma se sy wil ons nie verloor nie.
Kom sy nie agter dat ons in
haar geweierde woorde versmoor nie.
My knieë is lank genoeg gespaar.
Na 90 minute se snikke en trane
val ek neer voor die Heer en
almal wat nog wil luister.
Ware ellende stort uit perelpoele
en plas neer op die koue wereld.
Uiteindelik bid ek vir hom, maar
my gebede is te laat - met so
dertig jaar of wat -.
Ek hoop iemand bid vir my...
ek hoop die gebede vind my
- maar vir my , betyds-.
Want ek sit met VIGS van die
siel. 'n Tipe kanker op sy eie 'n
lifelong companion om die eufemisme
mooi te stel...
Ek is Hy.
Hy is ek.
Ons is ons eie tipe mens.
Amen
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,
That erst with Musick, and triumphant song
First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,
So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along
Through the soft silence of the list’ning night;
Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear
Your fiery essence can distill no tear,
Burn in your sighs, and borrow
Seas wept from our deep sorrow,
He who with all Heav’ns heraldry whileare
Enter’d the world, now bleeds to give us ease;
Alas, how soon our sin
Sore doth begin
His Infancy to sease!
O more exceeding love or law more just?
Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightfull doom remediles
Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above
High thron’d in secret bliss, for us frail dust
Emptied his glory, ev’n to nakednes;
And that great Cov’nant which we still transgress
Intirely satisfi’d,
And the full wrath beside
Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess,
And seals obedience first with wounding smart
This day, but O ere long
Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more neer his heart.
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Though you be absent here, I needs must say
The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay,
As ever they were wont to be;
Nay the Birds rural musick too
Is as melodious and free,
As if they sung to pleasure you:
I saw a Rose-Bud o’pe this morn; I’ll swear
The blushing Morning open’d not more fair.
How could it be so fair, and you away?
How could the Trees be beauteous, Flowers so gay?
Could they remember but last year,
How you did Them, They you delight,
The sprouting leaves which saw you here,
And call’d their Fellows to the sight,
Would, looking round for the same sight in vain,
Creep back into their silent Barks again.
Where ere you walk’d trees were as reverend made,
As when of old Gods dwelt in every shade.
Is’t possible they should not know,
What loss of honor they sustain,
That thus they smile and flourish now,
And still their former pride retain?
Dull Creatures! ’tis not without Cause that she,
Who fled the God of wit, was made a Tree.
In ancient times sure they much wiser were,
When they rejoyc’d the Thracian verse to hear;
In vain did Nature bid them stay,
When Orpheus had his song begun,
They call’d their wondring roots away,
And bad them silent to him run.
How would those learned trees have followed you?
You would have drawn Them, and their Poet too.
But who can blame them now? for, since you’re gone,
They’re here the only Fair, and Shine alone.
You did their Natural Rights invade;
Where ever you did walk or sit,
The thickest Boughs could make no shade,
Although the Sun had granted it:
The fairest Flowers could please no more, neer you,
Then Painted Flowers, set next to them, could do.
When e’re then you come hither, that shall be
The time, which this to others is, to Me.
The little joys which here are now,
The name of Punishments do bear;
When by their sight they let us know
How we depriv’d of greater are.
’Tis you the best of Seasons with you bring;
This is for Beasts, and that for Men the Spring.
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I yearn to feel more
than I am capable of
I hate to see what I'm not capable of
I try
but nothing in me is obtainable
i's like nothing is available
but I am just not capable
or that is what, I tell myself at night
undeniable
I see things that I just can't stand
I turn around and walk away
to fast some might say
when it's neer
I sneer
I guess I am just incapable of love
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
Last thing I remember, was that drastic times called for drastic measures
She was out of town
He was out of order
The amalgamation of ***** little secrets and the insecurities I picked at
Which put me between Scylla and Charybdis
Urging me to make Hobson's choice
Tie up loose ends
Went to the bazaar
To pick up an ambigram of the word "Psalms"
And mirror image of the word "Proverbs"
Buyer beware
We speak in strange slanguage here
So get on with it
Share sugar
Sniff out your own kind
Only time can tell
Tell time to hold up
Bank on tomorrow
On Eastern/ Pacific/ Mountain time
Local and global
Try to save face
Not aimed at any anyone specific
If you're wearing the shoe, you must fit it
Overbearing
I'm painted as a neer do well
-Tommy Johnson
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
I thought humans could be seen by the naked eye
And that only angels and demons could neer be seen
But i am the outsider
And outsiders will never be seen for who they truly are
Because the people whose hearts are invisible
Stay invisible
Because no one ever tries to widen their own perspective
So they. Are the selfish ones
And to me, they have become invisible
So let me be the family i need the most
And let me be the outsider
I was never an indoor person anyway.
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
They talk
we hear
they walk
then reappear
where did they go?
its all too queer
should thy know?
bother
they would say
a world sat on the ledgr
a sarp one at that
it saif in anuncertain tone
im going to die
why?
\the Lord called my name
I came in, dropped by
to say goodbye
neer a true word said in jest......CHERYL
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:05 AM UTC
I was literally *****
Over four years ago,
And I'm not over it yet.
I feel so ******* defeated.
And I've neer stop thinking
"I might as well just **** myself now,
Because this is pretty ******* pathetic."
But I'm still here.
And I think I regret the decision
To stay in this world.
But I'm not sure.
I'm just so ******* defeated.
And I know it's up to me to fix my problems
And be my own hero
And put positivity into my life.
But I tried
And I can't
And I'm weak.
And I realize it's supposed to be hard.
But I actually can't do it.
I hate him.
And I hate you.
And I hate who I am.
And I hate
I hate
I hate.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
De beste kerst is
kerstmis met rode wijn
en gerst en nat
en koud en sneeuw van goud dat,
dartelend, de lucht kartelend,
neer dwarrelt.
De beste kerst heeft koord gevroren,
zilver glinsterballen om de oren
van de takken van de boom.
Wat ben jij groot geworden,
moeder, neef en nicht en oom,
ze drinken koffie na het eten,
doen *** best niet te vergeten
dat ze nog moeten rijden,
wetende dat we op de simpelweg
elkaar met gezelligschap kunnen verblijden.
De beste kerst is draagzaam over lange afstand,
ondanks de periodes zonder elkaar.
De beste kerst is nu, een beetje al vandaag
en een beetje uitkijken naar die van volgend jaar.
De beste kerst is schappelijk, aannemelijk tevredenheid,
de beste kerst is profiteren van het feit
dat mensen al jaren godheden vereren,
zonder gevoelens te bezeren.
De beste kerst is middelmaat, onwetendheid.
Want zij zijn zalig, heilig, zacht getroffen,
daar zij tevreden zijn met een trui of nieuwe sloffen.
Zonder beter moeten, hebben, zijn,
je wint maar niemand vindt dat fijn.
Het waar geluk zit dan vanbinnen,
dus laat het avondmaal beginnen.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
🧭Ik kan me niet meer voorstellen
met welke fout het begon.
Maar ik weet wel dat ik het
met mijn eigen krachten overwon.
🧭Maar nu weken later
denk ik echter.
Doe ik het nou zo beroerd
of ben ik gewoon niet zo'n vechter.
🧭Want steeds stapje voor stapje
tikt de klok mij aan.
Het is zo verwarrend
hoe laat de zal wijzer slaan.
🧭Ik begon in het Nederlands
maar toen ging ik echter plat.
naar blijken is ruw zijn
nog veel erger als glad.
🧭En welke taal ik ook spreek
of welke ik niet kan verstaan.
Er is op dit moment gewoon
geen ene bal meer aan.
🧭Over ballen gesproken
Rond, groot en klein.
Maar waarom rolt de mijne niet?
Het zal wel een ovale zijn.
🧭Of ligt het aan de wind
en waait hij continue naar west.
Of hier in het noorden
werkt dat dan niet best.
🧭Ik kan honderd dingen denken
maar schijnbaar niet dat ene ding.
Want waarom val ik in de put
als ik er daarnet nog boven hing.
🧭Ik denk dat ik een gokje wagen kan:
het is de innerlijke kracht.
Ik was overtuigd dat ik sterk was,
word ik daarom neer gebracht?
🧭En toch ben ik wel overtuigd
dat ik vol zit met wil en moed.
Maar dat ik toch nog twijfel
niet over een ander maar wat ik zelf doet.
🧭Waarom is het in het oosten
niet zoals in het westen.
En waarom zijn er boeren
die zo onlogisch gaan bemesten.
🧭Het hele doel is toch
om het land goed te maken.
Waarom zul je dan zonder duidelijkheid
je mede mens afkraken.
🧭Wat heb ik toch zo fout gedaan
dat de wereld toch zo doet.
Nee absoluut ik deed ook fout
maar, momenteel bedoel ik goed.
🧭Hoop toch dat de mens nu ontdekt
dat ik veel goed wil doen.
Maar nogmaals ik begrijp het niet
waarom is het ineens anders als toen.
🧭Ik bedoel, ik ben ook maar mens
Iedereen maakt toch weleens een fout?
Of ben ik de enige
zonder peper of zout?
🧭Had graag willen weten
wat de echte reden was.
Maar waar ik ook woon, merk ik
dat ik leef zonder duidelijk kompas.
🧭With full heart: Diegó. P. Siemsen.🧭
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 8:31 PM UTC
I fantasyse a fodder/
who myght feeed mye goost/
amende it atnyght/
when thee darke nd dreade onlee drenche/
nd drowne my hart in sorowe/
I am lost/
softlye now tale me/
all thee preteee thyngs I wont to heere/
tale me/
you love me/
that I am evrythynge u’ve wonted neer/
that mye prestencts dose not
alarm you/
that thes sun is bryght/ yellow/
fool of energee nd lyfe/
that you are proud/
of me/ not ashamed/
of my bryght colers/
tell me you love me
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
There were times where thoughts didn’t exist
people didn’t confuse me
and everything was alright in the world.
There were times when I didn’t worry
and stress didn’t control my digestive system
and I didn’t need to medicate.
There were times I did not trust to be alone by myself,
for fear of my own destruction caused by myself
I didn’t understand the strength of the situation.
There were people I trusted who now are no longer
they don’t carry the same heartfelt endearment that was gifted
they don’t have a care in the world.
There were times where I neer thought about looking
scrolling through messages to find a false
a death occured.
There were times when I was somewhat whole,
somewhat capable,
somewhat caring of my own rights and my own dreams.
There were times where I put the right things first,
There were times where I said the things that were meant to be said
There were times where I saw myself in a succesful way of life
There were times where I did not want to just run away
There were times where I knew myself better
There were times where I was allowed to feel
There were times where I saw the people around me care
There were times where people actually meant something to me
There were times where I knew things had worth
There were times where I believed
There were times where I sought love
There were times where I sought truth
There were times where I sought life
There were times where I felt I wasn’t a caged animal
And now I’m in hell, prison, being objectified and slaughtered by those who are of lesser caricatures than life
There were times where I knew the face of the devil
There were times where I would banish this evil
But for some reason I think I’m stuck
I think I’m here for the realness promised
There were secrets kept,
Lies told,
And trust lost!
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Among desolation,
Hidden, buried deep,
The vaults of gods,
Lost secrets do keep.
Though all creation
Succumbed to the blight,
The precursors foresaw,
And sealed their might.
In dark chasms below,
Do great engines lie in wait.
For the predestined time
To fulfill their grand fate.
Though those now above,
Twisted and broken,
Sing of wicked things,
That should neer be spoken,
They will not inherit
What remains of this world.
Their end will come,
When the stars lie unfurled.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
Tell them I'm in a mood
A constant spiraling mood
******* me in deeper and deeper
Not even wanting to admit to myself
The intensity and severity
The more I try to climb out
The harder the fall
Neer completely escaping
But momentary relief
My own silence deafening me
My mouth dry, empty of word
My heart, empty of anything usefull
Just letting myself freefall
Further and further
It's easy for everyone to not notice
The quiet girl in the corner
Screaming for help
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Ik ben een leeg bed, leg je neer,
bedrijf iets zot,
vervul mijn lot.
I am an empty bed, come lie with me
and fulfill my destiny.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Ik hoef het niet meer te voelen.
Ik heb mijn prijzen al gekregen.
Ik snap niet wat jullie bedoelen
met 'mijn goede naam wegvegen'.
Welke naam? Welke dag was de eerste
waarop jullie zagen wat het meeste
vragen deed herrijzen,
de meeste lagen deed verwijzen
naar het begin van de ring?
De ring is rond, gesloten,
mijn tijd is afgerond en goed bevallen.
Helaas is mijn laatste keer,
op de grond neer
gevallen,
omgestoten.
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
Schommel, wip, een touw aan banden,
als ik spring, mag ik dan
naast jou landen,
kan jij mij dan toevertrouwen
dat ik dichterbij de gauwe
afschriften mag zien
en voelen
of dit nu is wat ze bedoelen
als ze zeggen, liften
gaan niet heen en weer
en wij gaan al een tijdje
niet meer op en neer.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
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and such the Melodrama
Here !
In the dyin days !!
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Well / what do YE wanna do ?
DO IT !
//
( bring it on Down )
//
Good bye little crippled boy
You are not needed anyhow !
••
The school is on fire with lust
Shame
And hate
But it's only slave children in the flames !!
//
( amid the gunfire in the afternoon
From the poisoned neighborhood )
••
ALL IS SWELL
In the demented minds of us neer-do-wells !!
//
So long !
I'm off to a higher ground
You know where I can be found
You can find me if you want
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Wil je bij me komen liggen?
Als biggen aan de trog,
mijn ledematen log,
leden zwaar
en lid zo licht als
op en neer veren.
Waar de hals zo zacht bedrukt
mijn lippen durft ontmoeten,
daar wil ik je lief ontzoeten.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
The Scots neer wore
a diaper, so the Welsh
absorbed their leek-
A Swansea song &
Corgi Prince is all
they have to speak.
The w.a.s.p's have had
their hay day, as they
paddle up the creek.
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While Paddy’s watch
with bated breath, the
union jack to streak!
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC