"presious" poems - Hello Poetry

I am the self proclaimed Lifes court jester Making people laugh is what I do best When I see someone sad I instantly put on my funny hat because laughter is a good medince even if it only lasts for a few moments those moments could be life saving But sometimes The court jester isnt always there Sometimes its just me Me in all my imperfection I hide behind the court jester To cover up my pain my ******* upness and my saddness But Being the jester Well it helps me When I know I can make someone smile even on their worst days on earth It feels good knowing I am helping someone even if for a few presious moments Maybe I'm not as worthless as I thought I was

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May 19, 2014

May 19, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC

fenix-Flight

The story behind The Court Jester

I am the self proclaimed Lifes court jester Making people laugh is what I do best When I see someone sad I instantly put on my funny hat because laughter is a good medince even if it only lasts for a few moments those moments could be life saving But sometimes The court jester isnt always there Sometimes its just me Me in all my imperfection I hide behind the court jester To cover up my pain my ******* upness and my saddness But Being the jester Well it helps me When I know I can make someone smile even on their worst days on earth It feels good knowing I am helping someone even if for a few presious moments Maybe I'm not as worthless as I thought I was

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i wish you were ugly if every single time i thought of u and saw a beast would you really mean the same to me? if i saw you for what you truly are on the inside would i still have let u pry through my skin and shred my heart and let the thoughts of u ridethrough my vains almost as if you were truly in me how could u posses me with something so invisible only air could see it why couldn't i see it its strange how we know the things that can hurt us but when there right in front of our eyes we become blind and even though at that moment our ears become the strongest we still cant believe it see now its one thing to love and its something completely different when u try to be it maybe it wasn't you maybe i loved you so hard i hurt myself well guess thats only cuz i was working on that project and u chose not to help i wish u were ugly then maybe the moments i held the closest to me wouldn't have been those tears i shed and u put me in your arms and promised me things ive never heard before is that why the sounded so lovely? or how bout when u started calling me jelly bean? you know the nick name that my mom used to call me? AND YOU KNEW HOW MUCH SHE MENT TO ME!!!!! or how bout when u were going through it and i stayed there by your side just because it made me feel better but u pushed me away didn't appreciate me i should of known better or the times when we laughed and joked about who got who in trouble this time and i should of known u were trouble the last time or the wlks in the park that we shared just talking abut the things most precious in life the whole days ...weekends....OR HOW BOUT YEARS we spent together? or maybe your lips i never liked to kiss but kissing you each time made me feel like a princess and no matter how hard i tried i couldn't get a crown from you u told my u loved me i didn't see it as a hard thing to do but i do give you this you were always there when the lights shut off maybe if i was a cat i could of seen u were ugly but instead i choose 2 feel who knew all the passion and pleasure turn into pain and tears and fears that ill ever see u again maybe if you were ugly i wouldn't have had those presious moments that felt like forever and ended so quickly but then again how could you see that ur ugly when i was the one who tried 2 show you that you were beautiful? wish u were always ugly

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Oct 9, 2012

Oct 9, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC

ami-snacks

i wish u were ugly

i wish you were ugly if every single time i thought of u and saw a beast would you really mean the same to me? if i saw you for what you truly are on the inside would i still have let u pry through my skin and shred my heart and let the thoughts of u ridethrough my vains almost as if you were truly in me how could u posses me with something so invisible only air could see it why couldn't i see it its strange how we know the things that can hurt us but when there right in front of our eyes we become blind and even though at that moment our ears become the strongest we still cant believe it see now its one thing to love and its something completely different when u try to be it maybe it wasn't you maybe i loved you so hard i hurt myself well guess thats only cuz i was working on that project and u chose not to help i wish u were ugly then maybe the moments i held the closest to me wouldn't have been those tears i shed and u put me in your arms and promised me things ive never heard before is that why the sounded so lovely? or how bout when u started calling me jelly bean? you know the nick name that my mom used to call me? AND YOU KNEW HOW MUCH SHE MENT TO ME!!!!! or how bout when u were going through it and i stayed there by your side just because it made me feel better but u pushed me away didn't appreciate me i should of known better or the times when we laughed and joked about who got who in trouble this time and i should of known u were trouble the last time or the wlks in the park that we shared just talking abut the things most precious in life the whole days ...weekends....OR HOW BOUT YEARS we spent together? or maybe your lips i never liked to kiss but kissing you each time made me feel like a princess and no matter how hard i tried i couldn't get a crown from you u told my u loved me i didn't see it as a hard thing to do but i do give you this you were always there when the lights shut off maybe if i was a cat i could of seen u were ugly but instead i choose 2 feel who knew all the passion and pleasure turn into pain and tears and fears that ill ever see u again maybe if you were ugly i wouldn't have had those presious moments that felt like forever and ended so quickly but then again how could you see that ur ugly when i was the one who tried 2 show you that you were beautiful? wish u were always ugly

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Ghost Act l “ The sparrows came for in their thousands they called , In flocks weaving and falling in thick blackened skies did they fall they followed me everywhere.” Woman “ If I had not been so bold If I had shed tears and wept at you’re feet , If in sorrow I looked into you’re eyes with a heavy heart , Spat out what I Could not eat, It’s seeds formed good out of evil could we not start again ? If If If we were still friends ? Now the rains fall on me and darkness decends now In arragance i seek you for in love I am blind , in carnal thoughts love is not kind . My lover has fled and now eats the beasts of the field , and I am alone in my sorrow , with nothing I yeald , the sparrows are coming in their thousands array , and it’s them I look for at the eve of the day . From a rib was I formed and now cold and hunger do I live , the once blue skies above me are now teaming with rain . Act ll Snake “ Rise up for garlic and herbs I shall give you from you’re sick bed arise , To become like God in the heavens on horses wings you will fly , Man will build temples for you to rest you’re feet on tiny wings no more will you suffer like a god see these things .” Woman “I have had temples and statues built in my name Man bowed down to me like ants , given me gold and presious stones and beasts from the field , their corpses are scattered in blood on my land . Act lll War has come war lords in their anger apose and here am I all Shrivelled and old , the times I met in the garden with God for the love and the joy and the peace have all gone .. Actllll Now in a hole in the ground do I lay In a bed of fruit , all around me decay , beads around my skull my flesh withers and dies , how I lived am dammed to these lies The sparrows are coming to peck at my corpse In their thousands from the mountains and trees do they call . For now did snake did I listen , and to God do I call .

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Jan 19, 2019

Jan 19, 2019 at 10:35 AM UTC

Travellerintime

When the sparrows call .

Ghost Act l “ The sparrows came for in their thousands they called , In flocks weaving and falling in thick blackened skies did they fall they followed me everywhere.” Woman “ If I had not been so bold If I had shed tears and wept at you’re feet , If in sorrow I looked into you’re eyes with a heavy heart , Spat out what I Could not eat, It’s seeds formed good out of evil could we not start again ? If If If we were still friends ? Now the rains fall on me and darkness decends now In arragance i seek you for in love I am blind , in carnal thoughts love is not kind . My lover has fled and now eats the beasts of the field , and I am alone in my sorrow , with nothing I yeald , the sparrows are coming in their thousands array , and it’s them I look for at the eve of the day . From a rib was I formed and now cold and hunger do I live , the once blue skies above me are now teaming with rain . Act ll Snake “ Rise up for garlic and herbs I shall give you from you’re sick bed arise , To become like God in the heavens on horses wings you will fly , Man will build temples for you to rest you’re feet on tiny wings no more will you suffer like a god see these things .” Woman “I have had temples and statues built in my name Man bowed down to me like ants , given me gold and presious stones and beasts from the field , their corpses are scattered in blood on my land . Act lll War has come war lords in their anger apose and here am I all Shrivelled and old , the times I met in the garden with God for the love and the joy and the peace have all gone .. Actllll Now in a hole in the ground do I lay In a bed of fruit , all around me decay , beads around my skull my flesh withers and dies , how I lived am dammed to these lies The sparrows are coming to peck at my corpse In their thousands from the mountains and trees do they call . For now did snake did I listen , and to God do I call .

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Im held to the ground by my imperfections. Dodging bullets thrown by those in need of correction. Understanding that life is filled with much uncertainty, acting only on the knowledge that I am most certainly free. Held to my actions and words by the thought of perfection, being only that which determins selections. Into a realm by which the humble are seeking, gained only by those whose words are worth speaking. Determined by a world whose ear seem cut off and closed, and unwilling to listen to that which they are opposed. But truth can be heard by the hearts of the few, whose minds are filled with possibilities anew. Whos lives are practice in the faith of whats real, but whos minds are not blinded to what true beauty can reveal. Because truth doesnt come through trial and error, truth comes from understanding that we are all rare. Held together by a contract of emotions and deeds, that defines us as a society with real human needs. To be loved and accepted, held and adored. To act on these wishes and hope to find reward. Because when the reaper comes to collect on our debt, we are all going to wish to wake in a cold sweat. To find more presious time, in our running hour glass. To hold on to each grain and not let it pass. Without cherishing the moment and giving it our heart. Without telling those we love, they are a work of art. Painted by the Picaso of the ground that we walk. Whos motives no one will ever unlock. But disagree on forever, untill the end of time we will. And break our human contract with the blood that we spill. Of our bothers and sisters who feel just the same, as the men and women who share our last name. So read me your books and give me your shame. For logic is my shepard for this world i look to tame. For i hold in my heart a truth unknown. One not found in a book or scripture alone. Or known by those who try to speak fear, through a book whose hypocricy is well too clear. One only found when you see a mans true soul, and realize 'that is all i need to know.' To stare at the only perfection this world will ever know, and hold him in the same regards as winters first snow. Or summers true spirit, or falls pure brilliance. Or when the sea meets a rocks true resiliance. Imperfection may hold me firm to the ground, but my spirits true beauty holds no bounds. And when the world can see one another through each others eyes, then humanities posibilities will break all its ties. Will be stripped of its shackles and free of its chains. Will be free of its stife and know no pain. And we as a beautify creation of perfection itself, will finally find peace in oneself.

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Feb 19, 2012

Feb 19, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC

daniel-regan

Unknown Truth (11/01/10)

Im held to the ground by my imperfections. Dodging bullets thrown by those in need of correction. Understanding that life is filled with much uncertainty, acting only on the knowledge that I am most certainly free. Held to my actions and words by the thought of perfection, being only that which determins selections. Into a realm by which the humble are seeking, gained only by those whose words are worth speaking. Determined by a world whose ear seem cut off and closed, and unwilling to listen to that which they are opposed. But truth can be heard by the hearts of the few, whose minds are filled with possibilities anew. Whos lives are practice in the faith of whats real, but whos minds are not blinded to what true beauty can reveal. Because truth doesnt come through trial and error, truth comes from understanding that we are all rare. Held together by a contract of emotions and deeds, that defines us as a society with real human needs. To be loved and accepted, held and adored. To act on these wishes and hope to find reward. Because when the reaper comes to collect on our debt, we are all going to wish to wake in a cold sweat. To find more presious time, in our running hour glass. To hold on to each grain and not let it pass. Without cherishing the moment and giving it our heart. Without telling those we love, they are a work of art. Painted by the Picaso of the ground that we walk. Whos motives no one will ever unlock. But disagree on forever, untill the end of time we will. And break our human contract with the blood that we spill. Of our bothers and sisters who feel just the same, as the men and women who share our last name. So read me your books and give me your shame. For logic is my shepard for this world i look to tame. For i hold in my heart a truth unknown. One not found in a book or scripture alone. Or known by those who try to speak fear, through a book whose hypocricy is well too clear. One only found when you see a mans true soul, and realize 'that is all i need to know.' To stare at the only perfection this world will ever know, and hold him in the same regards as winters first snow. Or summers true spirit, or falls pure brilliance. Or when the sea meets a rocks true resiliance. Imperfection may hold me firm to the ground, but my spirits true beauty holds no bounds. And when the world can see one another through each others eyes, then humanities posibilities will break all its ties. Will be stripped of its shackles and free of its chains. Will be free of its stife and know no pain. And we as a beautify creation of perfection itself, will finally find peace in oneself.

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We are gathered here in this sacred theatre to share our lust of life and poetry.. Here you can be anyone A poet, A misfit, A lonesome warrior.. When I was young I was told. Take your meal stupid child.. Don't you wanna grow up?? Don't you want to be big and powerful.. . . As a child we were told how beautiful and lovely this world is.. And you can be anything.. Through the depths of innocence And our fragile eyes, we saw this world as a radiant, beautiful place.. And there were signs of total chaos that we choose to ignore And buried our feelings like it didn't matter.. . . . Don't grow up.. Don't ever grow up.. Be a child .. Fillied with hope ..be persistent..Wear a majestic smile that can ease pain in strangers eyes.. Be fearless .. Just don't grow up, you know It's the end my friend Be a child forever.. Because the children are insane No pride, no respect, no false promises... Don't trade your vales to fit in.. Be crazy man.. Be unique . .Of all the things that you can be Just don't ever be lonely.. We live and we die And sometimes death not ends it.. I have seen the dead walking Trapped in a clueless maze No idea where to go Or where they came from . .. Did you know freedom is a lie? Are you free? Are you free of your insecurities Free form your responsibilities Are you a slave of money ? Can you live without your presious degree? Do you really love you job? Are you free from your own depressing thoughts??? So freedom is a lie.. And it only comes at a price.. . . We all wandering in this wilderness that we call life.. No matter how hard we try We can't make evil into good We can't turn the metal into gold If we seek the absolute truth Yess life can be so much painful Like a rotting piece of fruit which can't be saved But in the mist of hunger, violence and betrayal . . There are moments, you know Those small magical moments.. Which can revive the deceased In those moments the flower of our happiness blooms till eternity And those moments are worth the wait In those tiny moments Everything comes to life Everything shines bright Everything makes sense for a while So live for those moments And shine like a star my friend Shine like a star.

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC

apurv_10

A meaningless poem

We are gathered here in this sacred theatre to share our lust of life and poetry.. Here you can be anyone A poet, A misfit, A lonesome warrior.. When I was young I was told. Take your meal stupid child.. Don't you wanna grow up?? Don't you want to be big and powerful.. . . As a child we were told how beautiful and lovely this world is.. And you can be anything.. Through the depths of innocence And our fragile eyes, we saw this world as a radiant, beautiful place.. And there were signs of total chaos that we choose to ignore And buried our feelings like it didn't matter.. . . . Don't grow up.. Don't ever grow up.. Be a child .. Fillied with hope ..be persistent..Wear a majestic smile that can ease pain in strangers eyes.. Be fearless .. Just don't grow up, you know It's the end my friend Be a child forever.. Because the children are insane No pride, no respect, no false promises... Don't trade your vales to fit in.. Be crazy man.. Be unique . .Of all the things that you can be Just don't ever be lonely.. We live and we die And sometimes death not ends it.. I have seen the dead walking Trapped in a clueless maze No idea where to go Or where they came from . .. Did you know freedom is a lie? Are you free? Are you free of your insecurities Free form your responsibilities Are you a slave of money ? Can you live without your presious degree? Do you really love you job? Are you free from your own depressing thoughts??? So freedom is a lie.. And it only comes at a price.. . . We all wandering in this wilderness that we call life.. No matter how hard we try We can't make evil into good We can't turn the metal into gold If we seek the absolute truth Yess life can be so much painful Like a rotting piece of fruit which can't be saved But in the mist of hunger, violence and betrayal . . There are moments, you know Those small magical moments.. Which can revive the deceased In those moments the flower of our happiness blooms till eternity And those moments are worth the wait In those tiny moments Everything comes to life Everything shines bright Everything makes sense for a while So live for those moments And shine like a star my friend Shine like a star.

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Your curls Your laugh That smile so sweet Your heart is huge And those tiny ties The way you love The way you hug The way you smell too Presious Such innocence I'm so very sorry .. I can't be in your life I made mistakes I broke your little heart I need your hugs I can't seem to breathe Tears flow down my cheeks Remembering you I'm sad it's true Your six years old Heart pure as gold The love that don't grow old I miss you everyday in everyway.. March 17th 2015 They took u away for good Now I'm sad n blue I hope u know that I still love you eternally unconditionall Forever My sweet angel

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Jul 24, 2016

Jul 24, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC

EverylifehasThorns

SADIE

Your curls Your laugh That smile so sweet Your heart is huge And those tiny ties The way you love The way you hug The way you smell too Presious Such innocence I'm so very sorry .. I can't be in your life I made mistakes I broke your little heart I need your hugs I can't seem to breathe Tears flow down my cheeks Remembering you I'm sad it's true Your six years old Heart pure as gold The love that don't grow old I miss you everyday in everyway.. March 17th 2015 They took u away for good Now I'm sad n blue I hope u know that I still love you eternally unconditionall Forever My sweet angel

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Your cash lined pockets can’t hold all your gold Your beautiful castle made of ice cold And there you sit upon it’s thone I still don’t envy because you are all alone There you are with all your presious “things” And what happiness does it bring? When you meet your love and she has inner “Gold” will you see her for what she holds? Will you pass her by unknowingly without the slightest glance or peer from your eyes What you will miss is the love of your life How sad this makes me my heart aches You will die sad and no one by your side Because you walked right by her side and you didn’t know her worth while alive

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC

NoeyRocks

King of Nothing

Your cash lined pockets can’t hold all your gold Your beautiful castle made of ice cold And there you sit upon it’s thone I still don’t envy because you are all alone There you are with all your presious “things” And what happiness does it bring? When you meet your love and she has inner “Gold” will you see her for what she holds? Will you pass her by unknowingly without the slightest glance or peer from your eyes What you will miss is the love of your life How sad this makes me my heart aches You will die sad and no one by your side Because you walked right by her side and you didn’t know her worth while alive

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dear mom for the times i hurt you and lied to your face. for the times i told you i hate you. i watched you die and you took me with you . those drugs that took your life have stollen something presious. a poets pain deep inside my heart, i wish i could see you one more time, hear you laugh one more time a wish indeed it is to have you here . i miss the words i love you, i miss your beautiful voice, my heart breaks to hear the screams all over again. you said you would never leave me. you left me and i went with you broken to shreds ,lost all hope ,for the pills you took are my nightmares and ,watching your heart stop was enough to think i would of done something more than call my dad i could of saved your life but instead i just watched ' im sorry i couldnt stop you i couldnt save your life

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Apr 3, 2018

Apr 3, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC

sabrann1865

dear mom

dear mom for the times i hurt you and lied to your face. for the times i told you i hate you. i watched you die and you took me with you . those drugs that took your life have stollen something presious. a poets pain deep inside my heart, i wish i could see you one more time, hear you laugh one more time a wish indeed it is to have you here . i miss the words i love you, i miss your beautiful voice, my heart breaks to hear the screams all over again. you said you would never leave me. you left me and i went with you broken to shreds ,lost all hope ,for the pills you took are my nightmares and ,watching your heart stop was enough to think i would of done something more than call my dad i could of saved your life but instead i just watched ' im sorry i couldnt stop you i couldnt save your life

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It's been fourteen years since the fire in my eyes started to ignite. Everyday is a different battles that I have to fight. Words are the guns that would **** me if used right. 'Lil ol me would never put up a fight. So of a sand bag taking punches, Every punch being taken rips the bag , letting presious sand flow out. Being a new solider in war where veterans surround and judge your every move, will constantly break you down. Pushed around for not knowing better. To be used until your no longer useful. Sooner or later the fire burning in my eyes, will die out. My will is what keeps it alive, but once it runs out You'll never hear a sound escape from my mouth.

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Oct 24, 2017

Oct 24, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC

WalkerZ

Ignition

It's been fourteen years since the fire in my eyes started to ignite. Everyday is a different battles that I have to fight. Words are the guns that would **** me if used right. 'Lil ol me would never put up a fight. So of a sand bag taking punches, Every punch being taken rips the bag , letting presious sand flow out. Being a new solider in war where veterans surround and judge your every move, will constantly break you down. Pushed around for not knowing better. To be used until your no longer useful. Sooner or later the fire burning in my eyes, will die out. My will is what keeps it alive, but once it runs out You'll never hear a sound escape from my mouth.

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