"poors" poems
I closed the door
And sit on the floor
Looking through the window in the wall
To the tree leaves in the fall
To the kites that fly and soar
Suddenly, the wind started to roar
And gently went through my soul
Whistling in my ears like a call
Talking, as it referring to us all
Saying: please no need to fear
I am just looking for someone to hear
All those houses humans tear
All those children that can't bear
All that blood, all that fear
Or that killing atmosphere
Children are killed with joy and jeer
They are helpless and got nothing to wear
Why they can't veer
And live along with cheer
Why justice can't appear
But after all that, children never sear
They still stand and rear
Defending themselves without a gear
Please do something my dear
Its breeze was clean and cool
Dancing with paper and wool
Playing with water in the pool
Whom I kidding, I am not a fool
All that children, all that poors
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Her voice poors out of her mouth
She is able to stand on that stage and share her talent
She is talented
That voice is thick and strong and loud enough to reach hundreds of ears
That voice is smooth and gentle and soft enough to please hundreds of hearts
What good is a second-rate piano player compared to a voice like that?
Her skirt will always be longer, more flirty
Her teeth with always be straighter, tucked further away with the pensive look she has
It is my love for Victor Hugo against her love for Victor Hugo
My love for Broadway versus her love for Broadway
But all I have is 10 stubby fingers to tickle the worn Baldwin in my living room
She has that voice in a room full of red velvet seats
It is my interest in Kristin Chenoweth against her interest in Kristin Chenoweth
We both like to read
We both like the theatre
We both like you
But what can compare to a voice like that?
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
What do you see in me
Do you see a smiling girl?
A smart girl?
A girl who loves to sing?
A girl who always knows how to make you laugh?
Or who knows what your going to say?
A girl you can tell everything to?
A girl who sees the good in the world?
Who sees nature differently?
Who sees purity in the dark?
Someone who knows how to fly?
What if I told you...
I'm the girl who goes on crying for days...
I'm the girl who does school work 6 hours straight,afraid to fail....
I'm the girl who poors out her feelings in song because no one can hear my words...
Who only makes you laugh so she doesn't cry...
Who knows what you will say because she remembers every one of your words afraid they will be your last...
I'm the girl who listens to your problems so she doesn't have to live through hers...
Who sees the good so she can chase away the bad...
Who wishes she could be a bird that way she'd finally be free...
I'm the girl who is the dark so she picks out the purity because she wishes to be that light...
I'm the girl who only knows how to fly because I'm scared to fall...
Do you still see those things in me?
Am I still that never ending joyful person?
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep" they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.
A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(
Heh,
I miss u2
A little girl goldest hair you can think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.
God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.
Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.
Buzz We can't wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2
I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,
Buzz! I love you;)
In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.
Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.
Buzz I love you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
And you say you have your life together , But you were poor.
Whatever it is you've been through , I have been through it before.
The dream doesn't make the person , the person makes the dream,
Whatever it is you've been through , I've already seen.
I've crashed through so many doors,
Shame was coming from my poors,
Doing all these Payless chores,
I've been through it before,
I've been through it before,
I've been through it before,
I've been through it before,
But it's whatever.
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Flowing through another human being's emotions like essential oils,
You could possibly choose the fate that they set, or
Live like society's pet,
Or you could become the vet,
Or you could run up a check,
Getting the hell out of Dodge,
Facing problems always to an extent to be labeled savage in a world
Don't Even give you the care you asked for, but,
What dose it take to get respect?
See all we do is recollect,
Most of us are too blind to see in this dark country where the enemy
Is camouflaged.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
I'll never have the style of J.K's **** chic
Nor the grace, sass, and presence of the black she-goddess.
The blondes and skinnies and populars and poors
will never look at me with desire.
no,
I'll never be like them.
I can run and follow,
but when the swans glide across the water
I will drown.
I can chase them
squealing for approval
but when they take flight
I'll be left behind.
I'll never be beautiful,
wanted,
rich,
fabulous,
admired,
be the object of another's jealousy.
No I''ll never be them
I'll never have that life.
I'm an ugly pink pig,
but just as an ugly pink pig,
there's nothing I can do about it.
So **** it all
I'm an ugly pink Pig,
I'll grow tusks
be a nasty slobbering Boar
I'm ugly I know it
and it's time to stop crying
time to stop feeling miserable.
I'm ugly and you're gonna know it
won't be able to avoid it
I'll shove my crooked nose in your face
your eyes will play connect-the-dots with my acne
My endomorphic fat will make you glad you're not me
My scraggly hair will give you relief over your haircut
my much too big head is gonna leave you admiring
your fine-sized head in the mirror.
Go to the city friend,
go and live and be glorious,
should you need me
I'll be in the farm
hidden in the swamp
slobbering and snarling
with the company of bugs.
and there,
my friend,
my swan,
my hero,
my goddess,
there, I shall be happy.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
I was lucky
Drama never exploded upon me
Half-truths
Half-lies
I never took part in them
Being shy and quiet,
I never really cared for it
Nasty mean words
Hate that poors from mouths like
Bile
I always thought drama was a way for attention seekers to be seen
And a way to hurt people deemed worthy
Such a lovely way to be noticed
Through rumors and hate
Thick sludge that even the pureness of honesty can't defeat
Honesty was a strong suit for me
A quiet girl with little to say
Why say something if it's a lie?
And most honesty hurts others so I stayed quiet
I had poetry anyway
Poetry
A language of it's own
Flowing, curt, inspiring
It was magic to me
Somehow it still is
A magic that is real,
Yet feels so unreal
Why would I tamper poetry
With petty drama?
It's pure beauty enables emotion to meet a life in ink
All emotion freely flowing from a pen to a page
Erasing and capturing them into glimpses of what is real and felt
Instead of lies I tell truths
Which is why I rarely speak
The truth is hard to handle
I don't want to be half of something
I'm so whole and full to the brim of life
How would it be right to speak half,
To live half a life?
It wouldn't be fair
So no half-truths
Only fullness
To represent the life I have to give
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
Because of others we have scars
Only because the choice of our hearts
But love is love
It's not the parts
And there is nothing that can bring us apart
Our hearts cry for equality
But we know that is something there will never be
Every day we are bullied
Because of our hearts and our scars
As blood poors from our wrists
We think of how equality is only a wish
But I have a dream
Like Martin Luther King
That we will live in a world of equality
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 10:45 AM UTC
There's something effortless about lips stained with wine.
Like a guilt-free, hall pass to unfiltered minds. My bartender poors liquid confidence into my challace of courage. It soon shuts up my "almost" verbage. I think he's magic, he looks concerned at my face, but really I'm just staring in awe of the grace. It's nice to finally know how it feels to not hesitate.
There's something spiritual about long, interstate drives. The thinking that occurs is the lyrics on his mind. Sometimes I cry, often I scream, other times I laugh to feel, just for once, a little lightly. I drum on the wheel and hum with the bass. I know I've felt God, once or twice, on that **** interstate.
I hardly finish poems. I guess I like the idea of things lasting forever. This is why I can't burn bridges, so I leave it all to the weather. It's unrealistic, see this I am aware, but I've always liked pretending, for it keeps me less bare.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 6:43 AM UTC
I believe to feel misunderstood is to feel crazy.
it's like your sitting here and your realizing that nobody will ever understand your brain and the way that you think
Then you realize that you've come to this conclusion due to the fact that you don't even understand your own self
anxiety comes in and poors a million little black ants all of your body and you start shaking
Angst takes over you
I am not okay
I am crazy
Mentally I'll
I need help
What the **** is wrong with me
I am so filled with nothing it's like I'm not even a person anymore
I miss feeling alive
I don't even know if there's any blood following through my veins
I don't even know if I care
Just something please make me feel
I'm desperate
I'm petrified of the this feeling that boils inside of me and ceases to evaporate
Make it go away
Pain? Were are you I need you
Come back!
You made me feel alive.
Happiness? Do you even exist?
Were you even real? I need you
Come back!
Depression
Leave I don't want you
Hopelessness
Leave u make me natious
Anxiety
Your killing me and eating me alive
Your ruining me
Please let me free from you
I don't want to smoke anymore
Let me go
Angst
I don't know why I feel you or why you've come but i dont want you
You make me feel
incomplete
unfulfilled
I need something that will make me feel like if I'm still a person
Otherwise for all I know I'm dead and dreaming
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
Love is hard to give you...
your constant expecting something from me is
breaking me down....its not far tell all is shattered in me..
Its not far until i finally,
cant take it anymore..
..your standards are over my head...
im always doing something wrong...
consequence is always right in front of me..
one after another you wait until theirs something to accuse me of,
it hurts...
yet i still make it right every time...
but then before i know it, your bickering about something else ive done...
but i hide my tears from you...
and it bottles up..
it gets harder and harder to not blow up in front of you..
but in the mist of your bickering i explode...
i burst into tears knowing i cant hold back and hide my pain from you anymore..
my bottle poors out,
and my anger and recklessness rise to the surface of my tung,
and before im able to stop myself,
i realize youve already walked out...
.....im sorry..im so sorry....
shes out the door...and there i fall my head in my hands...
what have i done...?
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Im nauseated from the ups and downs
I get so low I forget what its like to breathe,
drowning by my crys and screams
I get so high that its seems I have a perfect life
I wish I could be in a time loop of this night
When it rains is poors when its sunny it burns
I appreciate the highs more every low I get
Life is like Russian roulette
You could be here one second go the next
life isnt promised the only thing promised is death
so appreciate life with all its highs and lows
your pain and hurt might never go away
but your here right now so try to live through the pain.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
2004 felt so far away from 1994
2014 was another world compared to 2004
2024, and it all looks the same
Sure, we feel different; scattered, deranged
Not knowing who to believe or blame
You gave it all to us too fast at once
All the movies, music, and TV
All the books, articles, and self-help
All the DIY guides and platforms to perform
We never realized we were not cut out to be the curators
and communities all by our lonesome selves in our bedrooms
We crumble at the weight of it all, blame ourselves for not achieving dreams like the pretty people on the tiny screen
Boomer producer parents spend so much dough to help their kids seem bespoke
I'm afraid too many poors got too smart between 2004 and 2014
Too much decent community college, Marxist pdfs, and low down creatives coming together
You can't find what you used to in real life, let alone online
The 6 rich guys that run the world got scared of too many redneck dads actually liking Bernie Sanders and the new sushi bar downtown
People were getting too smart, so they flooded us with slop
to get us back to the naïve pissants we were before 9/11, or maybe even before the Industrial Revolution
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
Is it raining, or is this a storm,
Is it a few bees, or is it a swarm,
Look at the world, look at the room,
See the lightning, hear the boom,
Take what you have take it away,
Give some more than before today,
You got a family here, a family there,
We are all here for the PWDB fair.
Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of societies poison,
Hey, oh, tell them turn it up till they cant no more,
We got the party, whos it for?
Its for all of you who come to see us,
Its for none of those from outside the sequence,
Its for the people that support us on the way,
Its for the ones who help us anyway,
We are all aliens, cause we are not of this world,
We are of the musical, so common and hit the floor,
Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of the poison,
The energy is rising in the room,
You cant deny the sound of whom,
The force of the sound, the heat of the beat,
Its more than the sound of thunder or the lightning heat,
We have our own, you have yours,
We gonna keep goin till it poors,
When it poors, we keep going,
So that everyone knows what we are showing,
We are showing the love of the sound,
For those people who cant stand up, but are proud,
For the weak who here can all stand tall,
While the strong run for cover before the fall.
So sing for the weak, and sing for the strong,
Sing for the right and sing for the wrong,
Sing for your life, cause you wont run,
Cause we arent done having some fun!
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
Thoughts of pure rage and eternal sadism are locked behind penatrating blue eyes, intentions cruel and filled with a darkened sense of immorality. Slowly yet surely it seeps deeper within the heart, consuming all kindness and sympathy that the soul has left to offer. Scaring the mind of the ****** as it fights this curse. Day after day, the haunted shadows creep closer, their fingers outstreched as they attempt to capture her heart and mind. She screams, but the cotton of the pillow poors into her throat muffling her to a soft whimper. Her body pulses, twiching but only in minimal movements. No signs of struggle, but inside she sees it all, the blood, the corpse, the weapon firmly grasped. By the end of this masterpiece, she drops her paintbrush, the blood running down her own body as her eyes open to the soft and warm sheets of the bed.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Amen, oh men, oh man, oh woo man, oh women,
Its our bag of skin and bones, the way we make love to cosmic tones.
The life disguise, with masks and veils, trials and trails that do impale and repair,
The masquerade in all its sequence and glory embedded in delusions of despair .
A stride on a crystal clear river,
informality unformed, the enigma you radiate surely delivers the best of heart shook quivers,
in the poles coldest of nights and days my faith and hope warms the shivers,
mystery me mary carry they, the hopeless and broken to a violet flames new day
we think we must, and trust in the bust, the fear of the event is worse than the event itself
we do our **** near best to keep our thoughts in stealth
I dug and dig the sweat that poors in the *********** of the sun
The needle in the haystack will surely send the homeless man for a hundred mile run
I see the hawks that fly high in the sky with imperial focus
Above the elegant witches in their dance circles conducting a festive hocus pocus
My eyes are peeled to the back of my head to witness you my beloved omen
I live to witness your glory oh men in the omens
Merlin spill your omens
Ladies and gentlemen can I get a witness to these omens
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 4:07 AM UTC
Another day for the cattle to sway
Sway into there endless lives
Stuck in inevitable change
Thinking that a ballot will ease the pangs
Not even close none bats a woe
What will you do when martial
Law knocks at your door
For today is the day
Where the evil will stay
Another lie entering in office
Only to gain riches off the poors profit
When we wake up as a nation
And form our own syndication?
But we have too many arrogant
To the fact that we have the
Strength in numbers
Let's end this nightmare slumber
Behind paint smiles
Lies a an evil style
A style to which is visible even with the naked eye
But we refused and pray to the sky
For answers why?
God given rights are really humans giving rights
There whole agenda is to spread propaganda
Give you a paper to cast into a box
Only to add inches to uncle Sam's ****
As he properly positions himself
To **** you a little deeper
Only this time he enters slow
But the pain is still there
Eternally bleeding from the *******
From red white and blue poll
Wake up folks wake up
Its a game it's all rigged
There plan to push us into a one world ecumenical government
So they can control human existence
And tag us with chips
And people subconsciously give in
Accepting nonsense wake up everybody
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
Sleeping our way through: house, kids, & wife
Same stuff different day, this is the way of life
Work until you die, earn a *** to ****
Separation of us is not something amiss
Commercial drug dealers, more side effects than a sin
Another one down, another black coffin
Flies in a web, take this and stop the itch
Media makes loud noises and we glitch
Conscious and sub blends, it poors to rain
Opened your eyes and now you're insane
Everything you knew was never true
Brand new eyes, the sky was never blue
Happiness was created for one, just in that percent
Titles my name without my consent
Parents don't parent and teachers don't teach
Parties of red or blue have never been in our reach
Everyone thinks they're right and the world is wrong
Sexes and races ******* up and don't belong
This is the world we live in, not exactly the human way
Yet we continue trying to fix tomorrow before yesterday
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Hey!
We have failed to open up mouth
Justice is eatened by like lion
That have mute our mouths
to speak peace.
See!
they have become rich
because of the poors hardworking
they are now top WHAT as millioniors
with port berries.
We have failed to express our needs
Just because we are now used to express our emotions.
But no peace to our mouth
Remember,
you're not a merely a lion
that can shut up our mouth to inner peace
we have our hearts.
Our mouth means free
to everything
but you have made us preys
to our own place of peace
Please free us,
You can't continue been righteous
Over our happiness
of our precious.
We are dying,dying,dying
inside our hearts .
Stop praying with our emotions
We labelled as humans.
Yourself,
You said, "No one is above the law. "
but you have failed to follow the rules,
You have even failed to show us
the true tree that barres good fruits
You can't claim to be a mango tree
but you're a produce of pawpaw
What kind of a tree are you?
as for I don't know.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC
Like its my fault
you are amongst the Seventy percent
of the worlds poor and under-privileged mass
but our feral chavs can talk
after-all you're brimming with bacon butties
and full of fish and chips
while you collect welfare money and zoom to
off-licences for *****
be proud you're in the same league table of poors
as Calcutta street beggars
of those from the shantys' in S. Africa or favela
in Brazil or bridge sleepers in Gambia
they don't get welfare or have the hot chippie
or kebab shop round the corner
as for ***** they say we can't even afford food
for belly much less *****
so our western seventy per-centers fighting elites
why not give up the bacon butties
and the pub trips and the weeds and crack smack
and go spend a month in Africa
where the sun will roast you and toughened you up
and street life will learn you to hell
then come back and fight your war against the elites
cos as you are now you're just cannon fodders
with full stomach and useless idles
like all that is my fault, n'est-ce pas ?
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC