"ond" poems
**** bruh! call a bomb squad (bo[ɑ]mb squa[ɑ]d)
for there's a bomb—
—shell here, whose rear evokes a somewha[ʌ]t
unholy, wrong thought (wro[ɑ]ng thou[ɑ]ght)
reminds him of a jihadi-done job (jihadi-done jo[ɑ]b)
'cause this bum's (boom) banging; this honey's dancing
boldly & lewdly, got his jaw dropped (ja[ɑ]w dro[ɑ]pped)
his sight's fixed on her hips, she's beyond hot (bey[ɑ]ond ho[ɑ]t)
this gal's freaking blazing
his hand's in offensive motion for her hind part
a haptic invasion
she moves on from wining to fondling, she's eager
such a luscious body, killer figure (body)
disguised with a tank
top with a low neckline & tight-fit cropped pants
she's like: "make me high like a rooftO̲p nearly reaching
the sky; give me a tI̲me so exquisite
that I̲'ll be left speechless
when this ro[ɑ]mp's over"
she's none short o'... a mind-blower, like a gun-toter
blowing a brain of a **** hound wrongdoing
('bout time to strike a hunting seas-on up on these ****
she digs vicious, dark-sounding music
but also doesn't mind to bounce her tushie
to 90-100 bpm party-sound tunes
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
sailing down
a sunless sea
downward to
infinity
no stars above
to give me hope
or guide me to
an island shore
with every change of course i make
my destin--y
remai-ns unchang---ed
no escape
from this wilderness
no running from this
empti-ne---ss
...da-da-da-dahh
duh da-da da da dahhh
ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
fa--r
so far be-yond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long time
just take my hand
and you will find...
...da-da-da-dahh
duh da-da da da dahhh
so i turn my ship
into the wind
and fa-ce the tru-th
that i have seen
softly singing
she calls my name
with open arms
i release my pain
and as the sea closes over me
my hea-rt at last finds
ser-en-it---y
... oblivio--n
a broken heart's best frie-nd
ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
fa-r
so far be-yond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long ti-me
just take my hand
and you will find...
... oblivio--n
a broken heart's best fri-end
so i turn my ship
into the wind
embrace the heart of
obli-vi---on...
"hello friend"
she welcomes me within...
so ta-ke
my ha-nd
and come
and come with me
far
so far bey-ond
this storm
this stormy sea
rest your weary heart within
leave the wor-ld
behind my friend
you've heard me calling
for a long long time
just take my hand
and you will find...
obli-vi-o---n
obli-vi--o---on
obli-vi-o--n
" i'll be your bro-ken hea-rt's
be-st frien--d... "
.
Pic Poem
http://oi57.tinypic.com/10qb7tz.jpg
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
Benedetto sia'l giorno e'l mese e l'anno
e la stagione e'l tempo e l'ora e'l punto
e'l bel paese e'l loco ov'io fui giunto
da'duo begli occhi che legato m'ànno;
E benedetto il primo dolce affanno
ch'ì ebbi ad esser con Amor congiunto,
e l'arco e le saette ond'ì fui punto,
e le piaghe che'nfin al cor mi vanno.
Benedette le voci tante ch'io
chiamando il nome de mia donna ò sparte,
e i sospiri e le lagrime e'l desio;
e benedette sian tutte le carte
ov'io fama l'acquisto, e'l pensier mio,
ch'è sol di lei; si ch'altra non v'à parte.
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A spear. An apple. A wing. A question mark split down the middle. B and V. Our biology. A pair of puckered lips never meant to bare teeth. A stamp. A shoe that doesn't stomp. A hard hat stubborn to turn and to change. Grows until you die, but shrinks all the same. A manmade symbol. A hallmark holiday. A trickster fairy's best weapon. Romance, erotica, intimacy an *********** Love, but not the love the world needs most. Reproductive organs, upside-down or right-side up. A moon. A teddy bear's ears. An inverted triangle. A horizontal, double-scooped ice cream cone. Weighed with a feather from a guard of hell, and we have heavy, hungry hearts. Without another ond we can't fly. Two snakes united in a kiss embrace. Evol.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:29 PM UTC
du som er dig og hvordan du til mig, ser andet end dit. jeg ser stykker af dine påfaldende øjne, som taler perfekt. Væk er altid det sted, og dine sarkastiske selvglade trang til at elske nuet. Sidder et ligegyldigt sted, tænker på dejlige bemærkninger, lytter vi sammen? Alt rives op, mens du var ond. Men 1000 **** når ikke at ramme.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
Mid Guðrum sê lêodgebyrga eft
On wanre niht, monajjfyllene!
Wulfe mîn geniwung! ond heorudreór,
Forescýwum wældreor-randwíga Ic,
Nêarra heoruwearg forþgêng
Monajjfyllene swâ! on hê byrnes scan
Æfre! êacen ond eotonweard æghwær,
Weelseaxe! ond êacnum ecgum Ic wæs,
Swâ bælegsan sê Ôfer-mann nu hâten,
Heolstorscuwae nu Ic, Lígetsliehtes Þegn,
Mid mîn styrme, æcse ond heorwe swâ!
Sê Brynewielm-Sundorgenga nu Ic!
Selden ond tówunderlic swâ
Norðanwinde eac Ísenhelm hâten,
Æfre scielde sê Ôfer-mann swâ Ic!
Wulfes êagum! ond hwítum fængtóþum,
Binnan swâ sweart wudubearo,
Mîn ðæt wildor, hwæt! on gehwæðre hond,
Eft sweordwígend ond sweordwund
Réadede Ic swâ! wundor sceawian Ic!
Hwonne swâ mîn gúðgewæde,
Beorht bleóreádan bladesungum
Hwæt! æfre sê feorhléan wæs swâ,
Ond uferra sîn heolfrig andweorc
Swâ âstemped eft mîn cwealmdréor!
Ærdæd unsigefæst þær biþ
Mînes gewilles beadwum swâ,
Hwonne sprindlíce, giet monajjfyllene!
Beadwe-grîman Sceade Heorudreór gladaþ,
Hwonne swâ snyttrum ond singale!
Êcan arodscipes hringedstefna
Þunringe mîn ealdor-dôm âheardaþ,
Hwonne stearcheort on ecnesse swâ!
Onforeweard Þunores Heall heoru-drêore
Mîn scinn wiðerwinna flângeweorc
Ealfela! giet on wanre niht eftwyrde,
Stíele ond forescýwan! sê Ôfer-mann Ic,
Swâ wæpenþracu! Swâ sigorwuldor!
Æledfýre bisene Ic, sê Swígtíma-Wrecend!
Swâ Mônan Wulfe! dæges ond nihtes nu!
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Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 9:31 AM UTC
Voi ch'ascoltate in rime sparse il suono
di quei sospiri ond'io nudriva 'l core
in sul mio primo giovenile errore
quand'era in parte altr'uom da quel ch'ì sono,
del vario stile in ch'io piango et ragiono
fra le vane speranze e 'l van dolore,
ove sia chi per prova intenda amore,
spero trovar pietà, nonché perdono.
Ma ben veggio or sì come al popol tutto
favola fui gran tempo, onde sovente
di me mesdesmo meco mi vergogno;
et del mio vaneggiar vergogna è 'l frutto,
e 'l pentersi, e 'l conoscer chiaramente
che quanto piace al mondo è breve sogno.
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You told me I wanted it,
But still to this day,
I don't think I've ever wanted anything less.
The feel of your hot breath
Against my *******
Is a feeling I will never forget,
Though if wishes come true it'd be one of the few I'd chose
To lose.
You tore off my trousers
And in that instant,
You snatched away my innocence,
Like a thief in the night
And it was night,
Only thieves steel objects, not
Metaphorical representations of childhood.
This wasn't love making
This was sin,
And the devil danced in victory, between the sheets.
Tears laces my cheeks,
And dropped down my neck
And you lapped them up
In a split sec
Ond.
You trespassed all over me
With those poisoned lips
Those soiled hands
My hips didn't respond to the demands
You imposed and
I tried so desperately to close you out.
But,
You came in anyway,
Like a supermarket,
Despite the sign clearly lined to remind you
That it was out of hours.
Despite the plaque that said keep of the grass
You trampled on it anyway
And the hundred showers
I drowned myself in after
The fake smiles, the laughter
Still haven't succeeded in
Washing you out.
Of everything.
You seep through the cracks
Every night, as I hold myself tight
I have to remind myself
You're not there
You're elsewhere.
And people wonder why I struggle to sleep
My answer
I forgot how to count sheep
After the night you sliced up my dreams and threw me into relentless nightmares.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
SInful
Creatures of
Primal
Passion that
Envoke a
Love
Beyond
Mortal
Rapture
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
doesn't this city just make you want to break things
doesn't this city just make you ******* hate things
doesn't this city just make you want to run
want to invest
in a knife
or a gun
don't all these people just drive you insane
and don't all these people always ask your name
just to forget
in a sec-ond
why they even came
into this world,
for shame
for shame
and wasn't it just the other ******* day
that you thought to yourself
maybe I can escape
and wasn't it just
the other ******* day
you told yourself
*I can break the **** away*
but here you are in the same **** place
and here you are
losing the rodent race.
because money is tight
and morals are loose
and who gives a single ****
if their neck's in a noose
I mean, baby, or ********
all these little games,
come on baby,
my ********
we're wasting away
*bourbon,
no-
whiskey*
the devil in a drink
he pulls me straight past hades,
to deeper depths I sink
And it's the scars that you can't see
that run the ******* deepest
and who are you to say
I shouldn't ******* drink this
How dare you look at me
and say I shouldn't smoke,
I look at you-
and encourage you to choke.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
Kids on the brink,
We have all dangled our feet over the edge,
We know the appeal of falling like the backs of our fathers hands,
We flirt with oblivion, leaving our phone numbers on gravestones hoping the other side might call to tell us there is a bed waiting for us somewhere dark, and warm, and quiet
We long for the chance to rest, bones that have seen too many miles, fingers that have danced around calling the police to take us away
We are afraid of what's on the other end of the phone
We are also afraid of the police, but that should go without saying
Kids in urgency-
We become mad,
Mad to escape, to bail forever to some coast or some city street where the light will guide us along, to live under threat of eviction, to stay one step ahead of collapse, to light up a sky somewhere and to have a moment of love that echoes through decades
We become insatiable,
Never fast enough, never loud enough, never high enough, never enough, never enough
We take as much as we can from a night and leave the sun to sort through the wreckage
One more song, one more mile, one more poem, one more kiss, one more **** one more fight, ond more hit, one more drink, one more revelation, one more flash of extrabrilliance, one more proclamation of fleeting existence from the superheated engine of our ****** heart in the middle of America with nothing to show for ourselves but the length of our hair and the grief we carry and the love of our comrades
Kids in the light-
We all end up home, most nights at least
We all end up alright, most nights at least
We hold each other up when we are strong enough, and never let a day go by without reminding ourselves we love us,
And most nights, that's enough to see us through till morning
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
set,
aktiv,
ubesvaret
følelsen af at være,
ligegyldig,
ignoreret,
set,
ubesvaret,
følelsen,
så ond, så tarvelig,
som stikker dybere end alt andet,
som sletter historier,
som sletter,
os
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC
mattered less with a kiss to the ****
wATT-ever you meant to say wasn't
really what I wanted to hear, so good
luck in your next life. perhaps we'll die
together someday. perhaps we'll marry
each other and find enlightenment bey
ond the LED future-red-eyes-eternal. I
wouldn't count on it, but it's only because
I'm not one for counting. watch my bank
account as if I'm some sordid college drop
-in who realized-- *I would spend time with
the details if time wasn't money*
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC
how strange how strange i
repeat myself myself how w
ond-
rous a thing
so wondrous verve life like mad-
ness that ain’t
mad-ness rather o
r perhaps all t
he maybees and why
not’s
circular doubts bulb
ous greed ******* fear joy in
games (concealed) child
ish forever childish for ever
childish(we never grow superduper grow-up)blameitontheboogie-
man it’s nature’
s way it’ s my way(my natural way a
supernaturalway) god-
**** more
s beliefs that inhibit canned pro
-hibit (has Mother called you
lately? to ask)
on an unobtrusive god
youre just an echo of yourself
juxtaposed en pose in stance
echoes echoes of your-self
which is not your
self(-)
(to ask what mothers ask)
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
jeg vil vende enhver sten, enhver bog, ethvert papir så jeg kan
køre det våde stof hen over fladen og fjerne
støvmolekylerne
ligesom køre gennem værelset som en rengørende orkan
jeg vil skrubbe hver en død hudcelle af, al snavs, alle dårlige følelser
intet andet end opgaven foran mig: gør rent
de døde hudceller, de hengemte støv-fnug, de døde følelser der hæmmer for udviklingen, henslængt over mit mentale værelse, som gamle sokker, som den glemte madpakke
en ond cyklus af, at ville have det godt men ikke kunne overskue at ordne det, der skal til - hvilket leder til større energiunderskud
og jeg er ved at eksplodere af rodet, beskidt, indelukket!!
jeg vil tørre hele værelset af, endevende det hele til det er
R E N T
jeg vil åbne vinduerne
på mit værelse
i mit hoved
jeg vil gøre rent
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
We have been through so much together
This much I know is true
You were there for me when no ond else was
Showing me true love the only way you knew how
I know I often made your life a living hell growing up.
But the person I am today you helped shape
You showed me to trust and love
How to be a responsible adult
but most of all you dad are truley an amazing person
You are a fighter and a survivor
Together as a family we can beat the odds
Along with mom and Michael and even Juliann
No matter the outcome of this long fighting battle
I want you to now that I LOVE YOU!
And am proud to call you my dad and my hero!
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
nac ouy taht sdrow eht eraweb
read, for what is the world if not confusion.
dnA you t'ond want ot get eht wrong egassem
to what your reading!!
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
Though you let me into your arms
And kiss the top of my head
And let me into your bed
Though you let me lace my fingers among yours, so much stronger
And your legs between mine
I am touching nothing mine
You are but a rainbow briefly gracing me within my storm
A star billions of miles away, soon to fade from the corner of my sky
And I
Will gladly burn my eyes so that I may see your light
For
a
split
sec
ond
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
If I could trade my eyes today I'd trade them with the Sun
to wake up with the world and greet another morning come
I'd watch the shadows bathe beneath the warmth of every ray
I'd float upon the waters in the gentlest of ways
and if the clouds delivered Latter Rain upon us all
then I would be returned the eyes exchanged to watch it fall
I'd never want to miss the chance to see beyond this life
to reconcile my body with the source of Truth and Light
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC
We back then were only kids
But to the forestry we'd go
With big ond hessian bags
Collecting cones burn well it's so
Winter time it was so cold
But in the home fire burn for ages
Sally always came anong as well
We'd make pocket money wages
She near the pines and waited
For us to come along
I remember her along with
A song called Sally we'd sing along
We became such good friends
That friendship lasted years long
But time it moves friends away
I think about her still and that song
I never thought we'd ever part
Greates mates were we always
But in thought she walks beside me
And will do all of my remaining days
https://youtu.be/6qUua6Nwp5I
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC