"nore" poems
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —
No doubt you have heard the name before —
Was a boy who never would shut a door!
The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,
And teeth be aching and throats be sore,
But still he never would shut the door.
His father would beg, his mother implore,
'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
We really do wish you would shut the door!'
Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore;
But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore.
When he walked forth the folks would roar,
'Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,
Why don't you think to shut the door?'
They rigged up a Shutter with sail and oar,
And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore
On a voyage of penance to Singapore.
But he begged for mercy and said, 'No more!
Pray do not send me to Singapore
On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!'
'You will?' said his parents; 'then keep on shore!
But mind you do! For the plague is sore
Of a fellow that never will shut the door,
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!'
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Have you ever been hit by a car
Or a bullet through your heart
I can assure you
Both will leave a big scar
You wouldn't wish this pain upon someone
You would be to scared to wish them gone
But nore would inflict such a strong pain
Would you?
Because here I am writing a poem again
One about hurt, loss, lust and emotions
This feeling never dies
Along with all your lies.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
once i punched myself in the face
so that i would have a bruise,
because i think bruises are
nice and maybe a little badass,
but then i realized
as people asked me what
hurt me
that i was neither nice nore
a little badass.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Dam I need a blunt,
can't put up with this ****
I'm fealin a new person
My heart just feals like cursin...
I've bin hear,
in this new home,
sober a new rome,
If i had my shear ****
you'd sure would hear a cheer song.
I'd feal you out so happy,
have my words churned out to sappy?.
I'm way out,
I'm not burned,
I get it I sure learned
far out mars rover,
spot me out like your'e lucky clover,
out in a big croud
I'm rare like a drout cloud,
like I said,
I miss my bed,
eatin all day,
freakin all may,
Give it a doobie a precious ****** ruby
Not lit Not fit
can-I-Just-quit?.
How bout a bubble and a bowl,?
no trouble nore parol,
you know i'm slick won't get in no ****
just help a ***** out and blow me a hit.
I love my jane we plan to mary
when she's gone my world gets scary..
So be it if i'm sketchy,
I'm posted monalisa ,
see me on the wall,
touch me and I'll fall,
trust I see it all,
you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor,
I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow,
Best of what I know is what minds like to show..
don't come back that lock is latched,
holdin steady bit attatched,
I need a hook to hold me steady.
some one strong that will be ready,
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
I've learned more from pain than joy.
My mind and heart in battle to a void of
grim thoughts.
If things were meant to be like this and just let go
or if i really want something i should
fight for it.
Both at a different point of view
right and wrong at the same time.
I can not know how deep i am wounded
nore if i'll ever heal for my pain is the
outcome of pure emotions.
Love, compassion, selflessness.
There are times this pain becomes
unbearable but i choose to do what
is right and just even if it comes with a price.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Sailed in seas which match the heavens
wispered secrets at a sunset
and followed the trumbling stars
the ship anchored to land green and reach
an unearthly melody that filled the air.
It was not the foaming waves
not the bird's sing
nore the leaves rustling.
And so the traveller wondered in confusion
until he met a stranger sitting at the foreland.
He did not ask where he is but from
where this music comes from.
The stranger turned and spoke.
"It's Dagda's harp and Apollo's canto
both in tune with Bragi's poem.
Now i travel home for you found yours
and so i return."
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
Weather you ride motorbike
Or play the guitar
Weather you fight in the war
Or ride threw the stars
Weather you hide in the bars
Escape from the gloom
Weather your scared of the dark
Or confided to a room
Weather your the brain with a spark
Or a ****** addict
The drunk in the park
Or work at a medical practice
What im trying to say the common factor is human. Embrace move on no run nore race.
When life maybe be boomin. Grab a mirror look into your face and consider your place.
Quick to judge with no room for a thought
Quick to condemn no room for them sort
Society tells us where different.but im telling you where equal.
Put everything a side and see that where people.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
That moment when you realize that you hurt someone
That means more than life itself
And it cuts them in the heart
And they bleed due to what you said
And you know there is no forgiving yourself
And you slip back into your demon of the past
And harming yourself is the only thing you know
But when they find out
They hurt even more
They blame themself
But it wasnt their fault
And they cry over you
And something in you dies
You know you cant forgive yourself
They want you to be whole and pain free
But because of what you said you cant let go
Because you hurt the thing that means nore than life
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
Knots tie me up inside
Even the places I can't quite find
The drums pound throughout my temple
Maybe these are not the perfect examples
Hate poisons my innocent flesh
What is the feeling that this suggests?
It seems my writing skills aren't incredible
Nore are they desirable
I'm not going to make you wait
I'm just going to tell you straight
I'm angry!
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
there is no hell below us
nore is there a heaven above us
we are in them
were in hell, were in heaven.
we create them
we breathe them
we are them
they boths live inside us
they are bonded in our minds
twisting things together
to create our own spin
we are them
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
I feel more lonely when she's around
Than I do by myself
I can't make it make sense
And I can't put it on a shelf
It splits me in half and destroys both pieces
I can't answer why I stay
It's neither love nore is it fear
This is life in the gray
©2025
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
Allow me to ruminate
I'll digest the cud.
While we chew the fat.
In the darkened woods.
Of what we shouldn't at.
Of a thing so wrong.
That we now lay to rest.
With shovel in my hand.
And course i see as best.
So I light a simple lamp.
And quite be my sound.
The guilt is in my heart.
And blood upon my hand.
Do all that i see fit.
Nore wash away the stains.
Of ownership, desire,
And newfound growing pains.
With such a different world.
So different in the calm.
When you can be a god,
And make the world obey.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
We are a shoe
A lace of one that turns into 2
Like a seed that grew
When rain comes the water turns into dew
But sun light can dry it
But how can we dry if we are full of darkness
Like we make each other targets
Then we get into an argument
And we made each other self-conscious
Our love is godless
Very obnoxious
It makes me noxious
But what about the prophets
That's supposed to make us spotless
I guess when there's darkness
They get locked in a closet
Making us gossip
Whispering in the quadrants
Praying in closed departments
sitting on carpets
If the devil wears designer
I guess i shouldn't line up
because i am going to corrupt
If you don't come up
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
*Not the time
Nore the place
But I don't really care
I will still wish on your grace
Because your my love
My bleeding heart
And even if your gone
We could never be apart*
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Li'leithuin vas Eranor
Tianei thrael vas
Ere thule lei rost
Li'leithuin, Li'leithuin
Betre nost alune
Torna ero nuni
Li'leithuin dorne atore
Somna verit csal
Kilikun iva lei lux
Li'leithuin, Li'leithuin
Betre nost alune
Torna dei sera
Li'leithuin burz warg
Vulif gar vas Teberin
Ypsul dront kars
Li'leithuin, Li'leithuin
Betre nost alune
Storei teru roag
Li'leithuin vrut toural
Nore tuin dasgul
Caleg toum var
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
Love doesn't fall from tree's
Nore into the river that become dry in the season where rain is too scarce.
Love doesn't fall like a leaf's falling down and make the ground *****
You may open your mouth and show us teeth until you reveal your inner tongue but where there is love the is a vivid picture.
Love and caring are syblings
Love and sharing are twins
Love and smile is a mother and daughter
Where love exist and sympathy exist
Love and pretending is the best enemies
If you give heart a water you want your muscles to make the blood flow peaceful on it and stay fresh as it is.
If you practice love ,you want to live by it and be its proffer,some body will call you doctor love,
Let's love to be loved and let its meaning over flow.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
They say misery loves company
Yet I prepared no table.
Nore has misery prepared one for me.
Yet we find ourselves sitting face to face.
We met once b4 in a distant place.
A place I left
I was merely a guest.
Then..
Allowed to come n go as the door stood wide open.
I was young full of hope then.
Running ..chasing the wind.
The years hide in that wind.
Deceiving you with all of life's temptations.
Twisting and turning you in all directions.
Till one day it all makes sense..
Pointless!
And there she sits.. Waiting!
"Misery"
that beautiful old freind so familiar to me.
Holding on feeding the cancer within.
They say misery loves company. Yet I prepared no table.
Today I'll dine alone
Frank R.Caliguire
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Yes thats my type
could be this way or that
third layer of type
dreams are there inbitween
the inside of head
bouncing off the skull
almost stereo
left nore right
they are the thoughts
me myself
just ******* me
look at my eyes
back in the room
yes my eyes are blue
my knees hurt
standing to long
my left hand
and the right did nothing
nothing at all
not even a ****
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
Love was created to share.
The nore you love.
The more you care.
Now consider this as truth.
When you're given a love to love.
Respect and cherish that selected one.
Don't like others treat this wrong.
Now consider this.
The biggest fools are those that realize to late.
That their truest love stood beside them.
Ready at an instant to defend them.
Least, until they hurted them.
Who hadn't regreted losing someone great?
Which came about cause of a foolish mistake.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
The pain was at ease and for a time i had
stillness within, but it was not to be for long.
As shady thoughts linger in my head again
my heart reaches the apogee of loneliness,
my chest stretches.
I can not forget nore i can allow such thoughts
to overwhelm me, so i locked them up.
I hid them even from those i love most,
for they deserve only joy and happiness
not the grouchiness of a troubled soul.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC
I have no courage,
nore the need
to ask for name and habits
To ask for age.
I may love you
just the way you are
Unknown
I have no courage,
nore the need
to ask for hopes and fears
The scars you may have
The love you may never
hold
I may love you
just the way you are
to me.
Pale and a little forgotten
So you can rise
from the depths
of my soul
and sink my ships.
So that I could start
over
and over
and over
again.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
Our portraits faded
In this land of no opportunities
we bought a little hope
and earned a little tear
No colour for our eyes
No glitter for our lips
Our flowers died
No apples,nore oranges
No birds in our gardens
Hell is cold now
Heaven's too far
Battles started and seem to have
no end
My nails are ****** from digging
bones from the dirt
Digging bones from the flesh
My womb is hungry for peace
In this land of no opportunities
only cascets travel the road at day
Only death by night
Our portraits faded
Rings and earrings
Tapistries from the walls
Tiny hidden notes
All gone
Letters travel with no destination
They will tell stories
to the nations yet unborn
Mournings travel even faster
They will write elegies
to the children unknown
Years shall pass
Armies will march
Songs shall be written and sang
Our portraist will be drawn
But no earth shall rise from these
waters
No earth shall rise from these graves
Yesterday was too soon
Tomorrow all will be gone
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC