"pritty" poems
PrttyBrd said:
You make me smile :-)
Well you make me smile to, well inside my head
hope it was good for you to
take the wine
of my imaginations
and make of them what you do
but I am very complex
how about you?
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Once upon a time i was happy.
Once upon a time i was pritty.
Once upon a time i was in love.
Once upon a time i was not cold harted.
Once upon a time i was loved
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
John sat by the bar.
Looking at the girls from a far.
Taking a swig, placed his left leg in.
Owww pritty woman do you want to dance.
Owww pritty woman do you want a diamond ring.
Who do you love?........you pritty thing.
She smiled at him.
Yes........... I want to dance.
And with you I will take a chance!
Sally from the alley.
Placed her right leg in.
Then the dance!....... of life did begin.
I am going to fly till the midnight sun.
Today my life has began.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 12:54 PM UTC
your a pretty girl in platinum, anyone tells you, your not. You've got the football team just crake em'.
Like that **** don't matter, you'll forget about it when life is served to you, on a silver platter.
you smile in all your pitchers, but you've got all of them fouled. because behind closed doors your broken, and inside you feel like your choken'
You've got the chance to be the best, but inside your just like the rest.
Life's not fare, not what its all cracked up to be.
You watch as your mom forgets you dad's infidelity.
Your brothers never home, he left when he was old enough
leveeing you to pick up the ruff stuff.
He smokes to much duch in the bathroom, acts out, schools about to call your dad soon.
Your mom reads the note you wrote, se calls you out and pushes you down.
Sais if you ruin the face of the family, they'd never find your body.
Because of this, you feel death is your best option.
The way out its in the bathroom, take a few pills you'll be dead soon.
your running a race but you'll never finish it. But all your doing is trying to save face.
Now I'd like o take this moment, to tell you to take a bow, weight for the call of the Curtin, because you've fouled them all, they never knew you were hurtin'
After all this you come out alive.
Because some kid saw it in your eyes.
Remember that kid you watched get pushed to the ground, he knew that you were feeling numb and you really had no one.
the kid stud up for you when he never even knew you, he stood up because he really hoped you would come out of it, and be above it....but you never woke up, in your head you had enough, your mom cant see It because she's to busy trying to be 'it'. your dad doesn't notice you, and your brother doesn't even know you, so who can blame you for wanting to duck out?
cant say it agene ill see you when I don't want to pretend.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Did you know every house needs a. Mouse ?
One day a fine lady with mousy hair and dressed in white ,
With little pink shoes ,
and pritty pink gloves ,
knocked on my door ,
" Would you care for a mouse for you'r beautiful house " ?
with a grin and a smile and a sniff of the air .
" For all the mice will run away when they see this one in marble and clay "
How sweet thought I " For two shillings " said I to keep every mouse
from field and door won't bother me no more " .
as she left a wild flurry of sleet was cast. ,
who would scamper away to the field and the grass ,
a cold wind blew .
An orange the pritty girls sold not for a penny .
To pest houses for the dying a watchman for many ,
a mother held her child for pestelance did wake .
And every mouse that scampered up drain pipes from rivers and streams ,
from underneath old floor boards and along barns and beams .
For miles and miles like a pied piper they ran ,
to see the mouse above fire place lifted on high .
Riding high and mighty this pale horse rode ,
to no houses with a mouse did he find his abode .
Only one day that mouse of clay did dust bin did lay ,
to every mouses. deep dismay ,
the oranges from pritty girls no one would buy ,
the sweet smell of flowers as death walked by .
The mouse lady knocked on yet another door
" you need a mouse for your beautiful house " ?
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
Mother i remember as
the pritty one with teats
not one of those other knobs
that chow cha chewed
do you mother remember me
i am the one you called
the black sheep
and on a good day Paul
tonight i remember all
you are my dispersible aspirin
and mother i need you now.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 2:42 PM UTC
Have you heard the tale of Lord Gusstaff and all the good things he did ?
Did you hear in his chambers ,
or the choristers of the night ,
how he charmed the ladies ,
how they flocked to his side ?
His moustache was long and elegant ,
so dashing for the time .
Now every door was open when he passed by ,
and white flowers of the day were placed where every pritty he lay in the long dark reaches of the night .
For when the birds began to sing ,
their tones pitch perfect would sing just for him ,
just for Gusstaff. the good .
The ladies pouted like flamingos all around ,
his tales of bravery they listened and were captivated by his stare .
For his eyes were dark ,
his manor took wind to their sail .
How Nobel were his deeds ,
and loving and bold ,
not once were his lovers bitter ,
or cold .
Then one night ,
the bells fell silent ,
and the wind whistled as if in silent prayer ,
a vesper of the night ,
Gusstaff lay dying in a field of war his white shirt stained in blood ,
His dying words how brave ,
how brave ,
Leave a white flower for the ladies ,
to each one ,
I loved
let them place a flower in my grave ,
for where the petunia grows his love still flows ,
and flamingo s still surround them ,
and ladies weep their hearts forever fountains,
In memorials to Gusstaff the good .
Take heed then as the Fox makes Love in the night ,
Vixens will follow ,
and his ghost still screams out for love.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
You are only as pritty as you feel
You are not pritty inside
So your only pritty as you feel.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
To his Father from a son
worked as printer
went to work on his disrealey gears
mostly came home quite shity
and just sat there being served by mother so pritty.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Cats are pritty just like my kitty I hate this wether in okelhoma city it's gross and yacky and oh so gucky
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
The phones stopped ringing ,
my mobiles run out of bat ,
and the clock keeps ticking,
tick tick tick Tok .
and as I pull the covers more hours slip away .
The rain won’t stop falling and the winds blowing a gale ,
as I head out to the churches with porch lights ablaze ,
There’s a choir down town ,
its time to come shine ,
for now it’s time to come and sing !
The lights are all a blazing the trumpets are on tune ,
and the rain just keeps on falling on this sunny afternoon.
Yet all I’m wishing is all I want ,
and there are beautiful heavenly voices coming from the front .
I’m just standing there with tears in my eyes with ,
mince pies and samosas cups of coffee and cake ,
and they are all busy chatting so full of love and grace .
The Christmas tree with it’s pritty lights behind the pull pit lies ,
with happy faces all around it handing out samosas and mince pies ,
The doors closes and the roads are all quiet ,
the clock keeps on ticking in my room ,
I turn over ,
Put out my light and all there is ,
Is you
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
" How far the crow flys they say .
I watched intently as the crow suddenly took flight ,
above dense grey clouds it flew ,
far above chimney tops ,
and the smoke that billowed out heating comfy homes ,
and little boys and girls dreaming of Christmas toys from Santa .
Where air was thin ,
Somewhere between heaven and earth !
Where night and day , sun and moon ,
and rain ,
are somehow forgotten .
The crow landed on a branch ,
below a most beautiful garden .
Streams of living water gave life to its plants ,
Where no **** could be found .
No rain ,
No Sun ,
No moon by night .
Something more splendid ,
Holy ,
Walked this place .
Why have you brought me here I cryed ?
What right do I have to stand in this place ?
I. Was born ,
Not of love ,
But of lust .
Hated by my Father ,
Left for dead by my Mother ,
Dragged up from the gutter ,
Bread and cheese .
Yet my Woman and daughter I loved ,
Begged , and tramped for bread to feed their pritty heads .
Crushed to death ,
With no grave to rest my head .
Then I saw a naked man reach up to grab some fruit ,
Without a thought he took a bite ,
and a sneering snake took root .
'" Where are you what have you done ? "
I heard a voice did say
My bird took flight from paradise ,
I watched it fly away .
Far above the starry night ,
above where angels sing
and lead to far greater things
Than I could ever dream .
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
In dreams I have delighted in you ,
now my heart is found ripped in two ,
by you’re icey stare ,
and olive eyes ,
and sharpened breath from which know no lies .
For the manacles we made were but a monkey in our heads ,
For flowers I must give and on this bridge I wait ,
nothing but bird song and the sounds of the waters below .
The rushing of the wind ,
tbe pale sun dims ,
the evening primrose fades ,
as in memories of you in the twilight ghosts of the fireflies wait ,
for you .
I shall wait until the darkness clears ,
for many a night I have waited here ,
and though another mans love you pine ,
you’re love will be forever mine .
My blood how it mingles in the cold flowing water ,
for I kept my promise ,
Red waters for red roses ,
and a blood red sunrise ,
When the morning breaks ,
Pritty poses !
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
I did know
A pritty girl
whom had wings
not like an angel
they did not spring from her back
like most do
But I like her dance of words
even if her wings are below
*I am a songless bird in vibrant colours. Raspy, breathy sounds at best.
If I could, I would gladly lull you with melodious renderings*.
Sorry Princes, the bird that does not sing
but is good.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
You are
ONLY PRITTY AS HOW YOU FEEL.
PRITTY AS YOU FEEL inside, SO COME ALIVE
AND GO do some good, ONLY PRITTY AS HOW YOU FEEL.
PRITTY AS YOU FEEL inside, SO COME ALIVE.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
A Crow landed in a field of snow ,
Only for a moment ,
Lay a golden ball behind it .
It's. Sun lit Ray's cast its light on this field of snow ,
With only an trees of Oak to hide it .
Jingle Bells a **** Santa sells in shops all set for Christmas ,
With halo lights and tinsel ,
With too much beer ,
hell. draws near ,
and the tinsel town with its bright pritty lights ,
Sees. Sirens and sick men spewing in a gutter.
A winters blast of times long past ,
In Ashfords streets. Rattling cans ,
and Street grinders. , Santa Claws and slay.
pray happy tunes for weary souls
on a cold winters day .
Yet in 1898 the Americans mined for Gold ,
The Chilkoot. trail ,
Or the White pass ,
Ones hell ,
the others destruction .,
Which ever which way you'll wish you took the other .
Men's dreams of paradise would perish in the snow
Now a Cross of Roman wood outside a City gate for the Son of man did wait ,
Where blood trickled down from a thorny Crown ,
Unto Goblets made for thankful souls ,
for mans sin would be dealt with in just one day ,
To appease Gods holy wrath .
At dockers gate a man did wait and was crushed for want of bread ,
For God so loved ,
his only Son ,
to die on Roman wood .
For what hell could not hold ,
Paradise would enfold ,
Fountains of grace for many .,
Who turn from their sin ,
and trust in him.
For the Sun will rise on golden fields of green ,
and harvest souls where Crows once fed on soil fit for a King .
.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC