"nside" poems
A-little kid once dream,
C-reating that dream wasn't easy
R-ight from the very start, he always wanted to be someone that he wants
O-ver the years, he grew up with determination
S-earching for the world where he truly belongs
T-omorrow might be the day’, he thought.
I-nside, he can feel the power of reaching that dream
C-reativity is what he has, but it wasn’t enough.
That dream, will never stop him, for he knows he can try again tomorrow.
If it won’t work out, there’s always another ‘tomorrow’, so he decided to just keep going.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
Someone.
One person is all I ask.
Maybe they'll find the time to read this.
Even though it's sad;
One persons greatest fear,
Never quite finding it's way to the surface,
Even though it's always just below it.
Heaven finds a way to taunt me now and then,
Even though I medicate my thoughts away,
Light always fades, and darkness
Plunges through.
My story is one of fear, of despair,
Even. But maybe, I'll find a way out of this
Insanity.
***
Everyone expects me to believe that it doesn't hurt,
Even though they see how tentative I am,
They plainly see how scared I am.
History goes on for...
Ever. And ever and ever and ever.
Why can't anyone let me be in peace?
Hello, I'm looking for a way out.
Instead of helping me,
They just shut me down and out.
Everyone seems to think they know me.
Luckily for them, they don't.
Inside, I hide my true thoughts away, but that turned me into a
Ghost. A former shell of myself, wandering around aimlessly.
Help me? When will it stop? Because the white light at the end of the
Tunnel, was just a freight train coming my way.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:15 AM UTC
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d ust
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n othing
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC
Panicked Aggression Threatening Revenge Inside Corrupts Kind men and women.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
if i meant nothing to you the w
indows are not my friends and
the wind hits me my response i
s always 'ow! so who was i to
begin with? broken, disgusted
with this man made tragedy c
alled * l i f e * and who was i to
begin with? holden caulfield or
dead, perhaps, or said as you s
peak of me in past tense and i
speak of you with tenseness of
the neuron you are always smi
ling in my mind and you are al
ways smiling for someone else a
nd you never cry for me and as y
ou fade in the physical you becom
e the ghost inside of me haunting
every waking moment and dream
s. and dreams, for godsakes, drea
ms. i was never your other half bu
t you were mine - and i am looking o
utwards for solutions because the insi
de has been lampooned scorched eart
h history no longer eats me alive, you
are not dead - but you are not alive i
nside my head - you simply gaze and
smile and i know that smile is not for
me - he thrusts his throbbing **** ba
ck inside and you forget me with ever
y heaving breath and every successful
****** - i map the categories of a boo
kstore and the crevasses of my mind on
ly to find you with every corner turned
and every door i open.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
Screaming in silence
Urges so strong
Inside a whirlpool
Crying for so long
It becomes clear
Death is here
Every step of the dark, dark way
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Spoiler alert. The original poem is followed by the solution.
"Why, Mr. Holmes! You've got my telegram!"
Lestrade stepped forth and offered out his hand
"My dear Lestrade, I've come from Evesham
I trust your case is anything but bland!"
"It's ****** Mr Holmes, a Chinese urn
Was used to bash Lord Edgeware here tonight
I'm interviewing everyone to learn
Their whereabouts from six o clock till eight!"
"Indeed Lestrade, your methods are replete
With great technique, so I'll bid you good day!"
"But Holmes! The case we have is incomplete
Please won't you stay and help without delay?"
"My dear Lestrade, your killer's still inside
I'm sure you'd know whodunnit if you tried!"
Who killed Lord Edgeware?
SOLUTION
"Why, Mr. Holmes! You've got my Telegram!"
Lestrade stepped forth and offered out his Hand
"My dear Lestrade, I've come from Evesham
I trust your case is anything but Bland!"
"It's ****** Mr Holmes, a Chinese Urn
Was used to bash Lord Edgeware here Tonight
I'm interviewing everyone to Learn
Their whereabouts from six o clock till Eight!"
"Indeed Lestrade, your methods are Replete
With great technique, so I'll bid you good Day!"
"But Holmes! The case we have is Incomplete
Please won't you stay and help without Delay?"
"My dear Lestrade, your killer's still Inside
I'm sure you'd know whodunnit if you Tried!"
The first letter of the last word on each line spells out:
THE-BUTLER-DID-IT
(Can't believe no one guessed at the butler!)
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
(The poem can be sung to the melody of Gilbert and Sullivan's song "A Policeman's Lot Is Not a Happy One.")
When a president's completely off his rocker
--Off his rocker--
And has no sense of how to right his wrongs,
--Right his wrongs--
The fact that people like him is a shocker,
--Is a shocker--
For they should know he's not where he belongs
--He belongs.
A leader should be honest and insightful
--'Nest insightful--
And not behave as though he is a kid.
--Is a kid--
But when he is delusional and spiteful--
--'Nal and spiteful--
We know that he's completely flipped his lid--
--Flipped his lid.
When a president behaves worse than a kid,
--Than a kid--
We know that he's completely flipped his lid
--Flipped his lid.
When a leader feels that global warming's silly--
--Warming's silly--
And even wants to nuke a hurricane,
--Hurricane--
And everything he does is willy-nilly,
--Willy-nilly--
One questions what's going on inside his brain
--'Nside his brain.
When everything he says is senseless chatter--
--Senseless chatter--
And his super ego's vanquished by his id--
--By his id--
People wonder what the hell's the matter,
--Hell's the matter--
For certainly the man has flipped his lid
--Flipped his lid.
When a president behaves worse than a kid
--Than a kid--
We know that he's completely flipped his lid
--Flipped his lid.
-by Bob B (8-27-19)
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
Many times before I got committed,
Inside my mind I discussed it,
Should I desist from loving her,
Should I take care of myself first,
Indeed she was very much young,
Never I thought she was immature,
Gripped lightly her arms so tender.
Hues of crimson red now exist,
Effort to string them together,
Roses of the memories of her.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
I*nside the cages
The freedom
is the heaven
In the chains
any change
is welcome
The outside prison
is calling out to you
the invisible chains
binding everyone on earth
who go up, are falling down
it is just like what is in this home
Still the ravens are up
true to their wing
and we are in a place
to go nowhere
Yearning to feel
to breathe the fresh air
get an experience
to be unbound
get the heartbeats
to beat back to the music
The time when all
the shackles are broken
The time spins
and we have nowhere to go
but we run
towards the sun
But we can't fly*.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
L ive
I nside
F iery
E nthusiasm
A lways
T ake
T ime
H arnessing
E arnestly
P atience
I nspiration &
T olerance
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Normal Isnt Even Close To Me
A Ghost I See
I struggle to be who im supposed to be
People seem to fade away
Once they get a ceartain close to me
Staring At the stage
With the curtins closed
Tears Slicing My Cheecks
BLOOD All Over my feet
I wish somebody
Could truly understand me
No Doctor has The Right med
No peace no nice rest
Not even in a nice bed
My head is filled with so much
Im so close to
Well idk what
Cos i over think
**** life
Wait **** me
My past it cuts deep
Sorry mom ill never be the son you wanted
Im for ever sad for ever haunted
Grateful For What Ive been Givin
Waiting for somethin ive been missing
I die i nside when i realize
I cant capture my visions
Blacking out
Passing out
Searching around
Ima blind mouse
Also immortal
And this portal to earth
I wish i didnt find out
With out expiericing what i did
Its immposible to picture how my life is
Some times i gaze into my future
On a night glimpe
Theres nobody there
No wife , kids
Not even me The one who writes this
My whole life is a fantasy
Yet real af
Like a battle be
My mind is my enemy
My regrets weigh heavy
I cant reverse time
Thats why i be crying so steady
My darkness is such a bad spot
Sometimes i twitch like a fish
I got back knots
I hate this plane but love its back drop
Sometimes i pick up my bag
Then let my back drop
Im uncortable is ****
Im the bag yall
Ive been using drugs
To escape
I stare in the mirror with shivering fear
I lie to my face
Tell my self im okay
I dont crave pitty me
Thats silly see
I just need a never ending hug
And a better me
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
S ometimes I'd rather die I'm
U seless and have no purpose but
I nstead I lose my motivation, lying down and pulling the
C overs over my head, crying and dying on the
I nside instead of on the outside but in the end the outcome
D oesn't really matter because if no one even cares
E nough to comfort me then they wouldn't care enough to show up to my funeral
Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC
Words are the key to the door between
Reality and fantasy. Through writing, you can really see
Inside a person. You can learn their secrets, things they'd never
Tell anyone. Writing allows you to let others see
Inside you, for when
No one's looking you in the eye, it is easy to
Give them your heart.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Accepting
Before
Change
Denying
Each
Fault
Get
Him
Inside
Just
Know
Love
Music
Never
Over
Perfumed
Quaikee
Roses
Spread
To
Ultimation
Versing
With
Xaern
Your
Zab
©sim
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
*******
Juxtaposed are our hearts now,
Embracing me is your soul,
Near or far from glow,
Inside, like blood you flow,
Far you are yet so near, baby,
Amazed I stand in your precious love.
I want to say this now.
Love, care, or affection,
Oh call it whatever you may,
Very sure I am by the way,
Enjoying I am this infection.
You make your mind,
Only me you marry,
Unless death tears us apart.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
E scape from myself, if only for a little while
M ake pretend that everything is ok
P ray to a God I don't believe in
T ell them all that I'm fine, but only
Y ou see through all the lies...
I ll conceived notions of happiness haunt me
N ever give me any peace while
S miles tickle my cheeks, but the warmth never makes it
I nside...and I
D ie a little more
E very day.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
Always Empty Inside, Often Unstable
& sometimes Yellow.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Everyday I see, A
Maiden filled with life.
Everyday I feel being
Loved.
Inside this maiden,
Tapped! My mother
Always I will love.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC