"poweful" poems
Lyrics are things I don't wish
Lyrics gave life, though
Lyrics came from deepest ocean
Lyrics break through crevices
Of rocks
Become so poweful
When reaching the surface
Songs are things I don't wait
Songs gave home, though
Songs come from widest lungs
Songs blow melody
Of nature
Whisper charmingly
Ears to ears
Lyrics are beauty stains to my songs
Like clouds to sky
And songs are good companion to my lyrics
Like ribbon to roses
They both chasing in mind
Serve me rows of houses
Where I sleep in solid peace
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
My eyes burn as I read these sweet words,
these sweet lies.
Where is the harsh melody of reality?
We are taught to pretend since birth
then when things get too real
we get scared
and lie to ourselves and others
to give the illusion that everything is okay
that we're still full of hope
that we have something to live for
and that in the end we'll al be happy.
When will we sing songs of pain?
sons of trials and hardships?
Why do we learn to lie
when we can become strong,
intelligent,
poweful,
innovative,
working to change the world so we
do not have to lie.
But instead we are taught to be scared.
Taught taht we cannot do this alone
and that dreams are nothing more than that.
We were created for amazing,
unthinkable things,
but taught so we may be easily controlled.
Sometimes I like to think about these things,
about what it would be like if we didn't lie
and operated at full potential,
but then I get scared,
scared of the horrid realization
of just how wretched we all are.
I do not like what I see,
So I lie.
Instead of changing things,
I protect myself,
Run like a dog with its tail between its legs.
I pretend that we are good and clever.
I act like I still have hope
and that when I die, I will feel fulfilled.
When I don't know what to say,
do,
or think,
when i feel scared,
When everything seems lost,
I do what everyone does...
I lie.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
Flowers and skinny jeans, and pretty little girl things are what remind me of you
Tiny smiles and docile eyes that are kind of things which remind me of you
Cheeky jokes and happy blood rushing body rumbling laughs are easy to find with you
For you are kind and wonderful, and poweful. You are my very best friend
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
I heard the car leave.
He left with my dreams,
which I still couldn't believe
Incomplete and shattered.
I was sitting in the corner
as the night stole in.
The sky looked as pale as my
face when I looked into
the mirror.
My love for him was
blistering.
It was warm, untamed and
Vehement.
My heart sunk and my
body was floating.
My soul was wondering,
craving his fake love and allegiance.
My heart was filled with poison
and my mind with flashbacks.
He stabbed my heart with his
poisonous malicious words.
He had destroyed the glitter
in my eyes.
I felt used, I was again a
victim of the same game but
this time I heard him screaming
her name.
Before I could take a step back
he had captured most of my heart
and poisoned it with his phony love.
The cologne of his shirt and the song
he sang that only I could hear
kept lingering in my mind.
How could I let him go when
he looked so much like an
angel?
He had a smile that could light
up my entire world but his
poweful heinous words broke
the ***** that pumped my blood.
He left peacully and quietly
smoking his last
cigarette setting my world on
fire.
And I sat there admiring the
beauty of the view that was
burning.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
I used to be terrified
of lightning and thunder
when I was younger.
The bright bursts of light
the loud sounds
were too much to handle
for my frightened mind.
Now that I am older
I have learned to love them.
They are evidence of how
beautiful and poweful
Mother Nature is.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
that inhale and exhale
the vibe and flow
the feeling and the relaxation
makes you want fly
makes us happy and dangerous
causes us troubles
but we do it anyway
we can debate all day, but who wins?
tell us to stop , we do more and more
sure it could **** us
but tell us, what do we live for?
in a society that controls us
tells us what to do,
tells us what our future would be with no explanation
you tell us?
stop us
we would be the most trouble you have.
deny our words we will blow our smoke
so high and so poweful,
that will make you laugh
and then you tell us how it feels.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC