"rosies" poems - Hello Poetry

I've changed You've changed Remember when duck duck goose made sense Giggling bubblely laughter was all that mattered Redlight 123 Greenlight Tag you're it Ring around the Rosies Pockets full of posies Remember it; I've changed You've changed Life threw us ashes Ashes ashes 123 Greenlight Didn't see it coming yellow quickly turned red Ashes ashes I can feel myself lifted flying in the air Your feet tucked into my belly Your hands holding my hands Remember that; Miss Mary Mat Matt Mat All dressed in black black black With silver buttons heading to a funeral home That's what's she was doing but it's not exactly how the children's song goes huh Remember when; We'd stand in front of the mirror ****** Mary ****** Mary ****** oooooo don't say it** I liked it best when we played ding **** ditch Ashes ashes life's ashes swirling grey dark hazy Smokey mist glimpses as my mind races Glittered pieces Like a kaleidoscope fading in and out Making funny shapes & faces Faces with no name whom I've known when life was simpler Ring around the Rosies Pockets full of posies Posies ; deep pock marks Scares an unnamed souls from crashing though a car's windshield ***She wanted to text she'd be home soon*** 123 Greenlight yellow quickly turned red Ashes ashes I've changed You've changed Remember when Being young & irresponsible was seemingly our job We didn't have to worry or wonder Remember when; Tag you're it Ashes ashes I changed You changed & We All Fall Down! Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present All right reserved

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC

Ayeshah

We All Fall Down

I've changed You've changed Remember when duck duck goose made sense Giggling bubblely laughter was all that mattered Redlight 123 Greenlight Tag you're it Ring around the Rosies Pockets full of posies Remember it; I've changed You've changed Life threw us ashes Ashes ashes 123 Greenlight Didn't see it coming yellow quickly turned red Ashes ashes I can feel myself lifted flying in the air Your feet tucked into my belly Your hands holding my hands Remember that; Miss Mary Mat Matt Mat All dressed in black black black With silver buttons heading to a funeral home That's what's she was doing but it's not exactly how the children's song goes huh Remember when; We'd stand in front of the mirror ****** Mary ****** Mary ****** oooooo don't say it** I liked it best when we played ding **** ditch Ashes ashes life's ashes swirling grey dark hazy Smokey mist glimpses as my mind races Glittered pieces Like a kaleidoscope fading in and out Making funny shapes & faces Faces with no name whom I've known when life was simpler Ring around the Rosies Pockets full of posies Posies ; deep pock marks Scares an unnamed souls from crashing though a car's windshield ***She wanted to text she'd be home soon*** 123 Greenlight yellow quickly turned red Ashes ashes I've changed You've changed Remember when Being young & irresponsible was seemingly our job We didn't have to worry or wonder Remember when; Tag you're it Ashes ashes I changed You changed & We All Fall Down! Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present All right reserved

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I watch the years advance Ring-a-rosies in the park A-tishoo, A-tishoo, Strength from things that never **** you

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC

Visceral

Self Hate #2

I watch the years advance Ring-a-rosies in the park A-tishoo, A-tishoo, Strength from things that never **** you

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Our footsteps echo through ancient halls, where here is everywhere and every time is now. Caesar’s twin-edged conquests are our own as is Brutus’s fickle knife and Marc Anthony’s cunning speech. Plague steals across our Europe like a remorseless highwayman - rosies all ringed and falling down. We wait in Wien's Kärntnertor theater for Schiller’s An die Freude to shine anew in Beethoven’s score and are ushered in at Menlo Park where Edison's tungsten faintly glows. Tomorrow will bring sun to the night. There's Jonas Salk at his microscope. One more test will crack the code to banish polio's scourge. But nature’s caprice strews logs on our roads. We are dashed by a Tsunami’s rage. Katrina’s torrents have swallowed our homes. Prides of warriors wade rivers of blood and Darfur bullets tear into our chests. Nuclear Toys ‘R Us shelves are fully stocked. We are the heirs of each triumph and treachery. We grasp the keys to tomorrow. What have we done? What must we do?

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC

robert-c-howard

Transcendental Etude

Our footsteps echo through ancient halls, where here is everywhere and every time is now. Caesar’s twin-edged conquests are our own as is Brutus’s fickle knife and Marc Anthony’s cunning speech. Plague steals across our Europe like a remorseless highwayman - rosies all ringed and falling down. We wait in Wien's Kärntnertor theater for Schiller’s An die Freude to shine anew in Beethoven’s score and are ushered in at Menlo Park where Edison's tungsten faintly glows. Tomorrow will bring sun to the night. There's Jonas Salk at his microscope. One more test will crack the code to banish polio's scourge. But nature’s caprice strews logs on our roads. We are dashed by a Tsunami’s rage. Katrina’s torrents have swallowed our homes. Prides of warriors wade rivers of blood and Darfur bullets tear into our chests. Nuclear Toys ‘R Us shelves are fully stocked. We are the heirs of each triumph and treachery. We grasp the keys to tomorrow. What have we done? What must we do?

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Days of ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes ashes We all fall down. Days of bluebells Cockleshells, Evie ivy over. Jack and Jill went up the hill But we all know that it ended badly. Wasn't it great When we didn't know the history Behind our childhood?

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC

OliviaL

Our Childhood

Days of ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies Ashes ashes We all fall down. Days of bluebells Cockleshells, Evie ivy over. Jack and Jill went up the hill But we all know that it ended badly. Wasn't it great When we didn't know the history Behind our childhood?

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there is nothing left to say everyone is speaking gets louder everyday a din of cell phones blaring ads harassing to the soul where went our truthful daring all is stripped to twice produce what’s then ten times over-tolled clichés were born of meaning but, oh, what great vigilance note how keen the public eye one thought of valor seeming and the marrow is ****** dry the straw children run and play their ring around the rosies but burn the field of posies for television tells us today, roses are more chic and love has lost its justice romance is just hide and seek affairs come in litany for want holds no salience in lands of great industry good girls know no prominence past the throned celebrity and god is a silent place where everything is said like symphonies of poets softly writing in their heads

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Feb 21, 2013

Feb 21, 2013 at 4:15 PM UTC

devin-weaver

The Callous Life

there is nothing left to say everyone is speaking gets louder everyday a din of cell phones blaring ads harassing to the soul where went our truthful daring all is stripped to twice produce what’s then ten times over-tolled clichés were born of meaning but, oh, what great vigilance note how keen the public eye one thought of valor seeming and the marrow is ****** dry the straw children run and play their ring around the rosies but burn the field of posies for television tells us today, roses are more chic and love has lost its justice romance is just hide and seek affairs come in litany for want holds no salience in lands of great industry good girls know no prominence past the throned celebrity and god is a silent place where everything is said like symphonies of poets softly writing in their heads

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My mama’s shoes, Fit my feet too snug, now, For me to look cute, still, slippin’ them on. I’ve no need of her lipstick, nor her raspberry rouge, To make my face look, more, like hers does. I’m a big, daddy’s girl, who has known the world, But, not quite enough to really fit in. -- I still heart, Sunshine and rosies, And, playin’ with mah toesies - Eatin’ froot loops and pokin’ at roly poly’s, Makin’ colourful cupcakes, covered in sweet gummies, To eat inside forts filled with last winter’s lights, Too, Eatin’ Caramel Delights, sneakily, Stolen, in spite - of the weight, I was fightin’ so easily. -- Perhaps, When the adults are all done - playin’ house, for fun, I’ll bring my cookies from the fort, to the table. We’ll have coffee and speak of the stats, For the week and laugh about, Hart's becoming unstable. And, I shall wear loafers, That pinch at my, Toesies that fidget, Crazily, Beneath my seat.

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Jul 23, 2011

Jul 23, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC

elephants-and-coyotes

Little Lady

My mama’s shoes, Fit my feet too snug, now, For me to look cute, still, slippin’ them on. I’ve no need of her lipstick, nor her raspberry rouge, To make my face look, more, like hers does. I’m a big, daddy’s girl, who has known the world, But, not quite enough to really fit in. -- I still heart, Sunshine and rosies, And, playin’ with mah toesies - Eatin’ froot loops and pokin’ at roly poly’s, Makin’ colourful cupcakes, covered in sweet gummies, To eat inside forts filled with last winter’s lights, Too, Eatin’ Caramel Delights, sneakily, Stolen, in spite - of the weight, I was fightin’ so easily. -- Perhaps, When the adults are all done - playin’ house, for fun, I’ll bring my cookies from the fort, to the table. We’ll have coffee and speak of the stats, For the week and laugh about, Hart's becoming unstable. And, I shall wear loafers, That pinch at my, Toesies that fidget, Crazily, Beneath my seat.

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Hob nailed clogs and leather boots are what gives this man his homely roots I puts them under me bed at night and in the morning I choose which pair is right and that depends on my mood. Food is also a big contributor, I'd go a mile for hot *** or a pound of tripe and gripe if they were not up to scratch. No, thee cannot match what we lads have and what we calls our own,born and raised we've grown in God own Land and if not God then someone even greater had a hand in this. Lancashire the golden shire,not that them Yorkshiremen would agree with that sentiment but if God or whoever it was meant for that lot on t'other side o' pennines to be an agreeable sort, he or she would never have invented such a sport as cricket.

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Rosies.

Hob nailed clogs and leather boots are what gives this man his homely roots I puts them under me bed at night and in the morning I choose which pair is right and that depends on my mood. Food is also a big contributor, I'd go a mile for hot *** or a pound of tripe and gripe if they were not up to scratch. No, thee cannot match what we lads have and what we calls our own,born and raised we've grown in God own Land and if not God then someone even greater had a hand in this. Lancashire the golden shire,not that them Yorkshiremen would agree with that sentiment but if God or whoever it was meant for that lot on t'other side o' pennines to be an agreeable sort, he or she would never have invented such a sport as cricket.

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i wish i was bigger, dear April so i could give you a ring like daddy gave to mommy; a ring so small so round. but today, dear April, let’s sing trees in puddles ripple mudsplashing holdinghands as we laugh and cry because the summer goes by. i wish i was stronger, dearer April so i could carry you away because time is a monster sleeping under your bed. but today, dearer April, let’s dance a ring around the rosies with May June and July and let’s pick all the poppies while spring is in the air. i wish i was taller, dearest April so i could hold your umbrella while we parachute to our dreams and i’ll catch you when we fall. but today, dearest April, let’s float up up up like reverse snowflakes all the way to the moon and then uper than the stars because winter is ending soon. (i wish i was younger, everdear April so i could see you again and smell your hair in sunshine like angelscent memory. but today, everdear April, i’ll remember the way we sang danced floated dreamed all the way to the moon of marry until you fell away like a leaf sailing in the winds of autumn)

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Nov 26, 2012

Nov 26, 2012 at 5:37 AM UTC

brian-sarfati

Dear April

i wish i was bigger, dear April so i could give you a ring like daddy gave to mommy; a ring so small so round. but today, dear April, let’s sing trees in puddles ripple mudsplashing holdinghands as we laugh and cry because the summer goes by. i wish i was stronger, dearer April so i could carry you away because time is a monster sleeping under your bed. but today, dearer April, let’s dance a ring around the rosies with May June and July and let’s pick all the poppies while spring is in the air. i wish i was taller, dearest April so i could hold your umbrella while we parachute to our dreams and i’ll catch you when we fall. but today, dearest April, let’s float up up up like reverse snowflakes all the way to the moon and then uper than the stars because winter is ending soon. (i wish i was younger, everdear April so i could see you again and smell your hair in sunshine like angelscent memory. but today, everdear April, i’ll remember the way we sang danced floated dreamed all the way to the moon of marry until you fell away like a leaf sailing in the winds of autumn)

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Running always round and round and round and round a' rosies what the hell are posies? we hold them to our nosies sneeze cough sneeze cough inoperable 3 months Jesus Doc, I need a smoke.

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Nov 22, 2010

Nov 22, 2010 at 2:02 PM UTC

ed-hosking

Plague

Running always round and round and round and round a' rosies what the hell are posies? we hold them to our nosies sneeze cough sneeze cough inoperable 3 months Jesus Doc, I need a smoke.

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Malaise words floweth from me, as the rain taps this diffident roof, where snap picture lovers sit in booths, As i siteth on the hill! tenacious muse... Dearth of rosies line these chalk cracked walks, Just complainers complain and gaulk, as thine mergers thy own self sees breaking! the earth seems quaking... Saccharine duet, a cloaked baggette, a diamond in the rough i only heap to unravel.. the mound has turned gravel, where tombs whence layed.. Stanzas to post on paper, clocks to do no favor, as when time passes, soo doth thy memories... full yet unplentied.. Veneration is scarecely innocent, the young grow older, the bold seem colder, as neither hot nor cold, thou could spew them from thine mouth! a red immutable couch!!! Unprecidented lingo i want to perfect, where a queen and me will flect, on now, and thy new tommorrow. ourn own oak thats hollow!!! two sage stoic's, where when thouest fall one shall know it, and lend you their hand, and NOT a tounge lashing! ultimate blessing... Two herasies made covenant, two births on their own planet, One spirit to their magnet, as One profuse enigma , Provincial to god and us...........

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May 15, 2015

May 15, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

epeigon ( greek for emergency)

Malaise words floweth from me, as the rain taps this diffident roof, where snap picture lovers sit in booths, As i siteth on the hill! tenacious muse... Dearth of rosies line these chalk cracked walks, Just complainers complain and gaulk, as thine mergers thy own self sees breaking! the earth seems quaking... Saccharine duet, a cloaked baggette, a diamond in the rough i only heap to unravel.. the mound has turned gravel, where tombs whence layed.. Stanzas to post on paper, clocks to do no favor, as when time passes, soo doth thy memories... full yet unplentied.. Veneration is scarecely innocent, the young grow older, the bold seem colder, as neither hot nor cold, thou could spew them from thine mouth! a red immutable couch!!! Unprecidented lingo i want to perfect, where a queen and me will flect, on now, and thy new tommorrow. ourn own oak thats hollow!!! two sage stoic's, where when thouest fall one shall know it, and lend you their hand, and NOT a tounge lashing! ultimate blessing... Two herasies made covenant, two births on their own planet, One spirit to their magnet, as One profuse enigma , Provincial to god and us...........

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the shoulders are the dampest, soaked with exchanged comfort and bittersweet grief. amidst the mourning there’s always the systematical process of the farewell – the only way to guide us to the true end. we do it with fire to purify, to cleanse, to return to dust. we kindle affections, relations, intentions, and nurture a flame that always grows out of control, leaving loss and lament to burn our hearts. condolences blur into a soft hum, nothing unites us in our differences but sometimes it only takes the pathos of cremation to realize that ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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Apr 6, 2019

Apr 6, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC

phantasmagothica

ring a ring o' rosies

the shoulders are the dampest, soaked with exchanged comfort and bittersweet grief. amidst the mourning there’s always the systematical process of the farewell – the only way to guide us to the true end. we do it with fire to purify, to cleanse, to return to dust. we kindle affections, relations, intentions, and nurture a flame that always grows out of control, leaving loss and lament to burn our hearts. condolences blur into a soft hum, nothing unites us in our differences but sometimes it only takes the pathos of cremation to realize that ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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These lips are dried I needeth spit, These eye's are blind From lonesomeness!!! This skin is cold I need ones warmth Tis a soul Of relic torch!!! Mine heart is pounding Im drenched in sweat Their only tears Of wanting best!!! These pupils fatigued Fading twins I seeketh a beginning That has none end!!! The bed is emptied No pedals layed I'm still a fool A lonesome slave!!!

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May 30, 2015

May 30, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

no rosies in view!!

These lips are dried I needeth spit, These eye's are blind From lonesomeness!!! This skin is cold I need ones warmth Tis a soul Of relic torch!!! Mine heart is pounding Im drenched in sweat Their only tears Of wanting best!!! These pupils fatigued Fading twins I seeketh a beginning That has none end!!! The bed is emptied No pedals layed I'm still a fool A lonesome slave!!!

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air comes cold when it blows in the summer fields now bare star crossed lovers made way for us; the calling birds we wait outside the doors and curbs alone on branches and powerlines our silhouettes aren't hard to find old walls of bricks, of straw, and birch have wavered not the mighty chirp crows and sparrows in the night are unlike you, we need no light here come machines and bustling towns rings of rosies falling down no need for such when you have wings take comfort in the flying things

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 11:38 PM UTC

dichotomous

flying things

air comes cold when it blows in the summer fields now bare star crossed lovers made way for us; the calling birds we wait outside the doors and curbs alone on branches and powerlines our silhouettes aren't hard to find old walls of bricks, of straw, and birch have wavered not the mighty chirp crows and sparrows in the night are unlike you, we need no light here come machines and bustling towns rings of rosies falling down no need for such when you have wings take comfort in the flying things

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In the corner she sits and stares As she watches me through her contemplating snares Laughter fills the room As she approaches & brings with her unprecedented doom She grabs the light within me And starts a waltz, ignoring my plea The laughter starts to fade Ring around the rosies with never ending words she played Leading me further into her corner The funeral she has planned, needs a mourner As I step towards her, my eye catches the light My Soul clinging to every inch of the internal fight Lady of Darkness wraps me in her coat Using a broken cup to scoop the ocean out of a sinking boat Suffocating as my toes find the oceans floor Realising in that second, this was a make believe war Lady of Darkness sinks beneath me She finally heard my plea.

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Jul 3, 2020

Jul 3, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC

robyn-taylor

Lady of Darkness

In the corner she sits and stares As she watches me through her contemplating snares Laughter fills the room As she approaches & brings with her unprecedented doom She grabs the light within me And starts a waltz, ignoring my plea The laughter starts to fade Ring around the rosies with never ending words she played Leading me further into her corner The funeral she has planned, needs a mourner As I step towards her, my eye catches the light My Soul clinging to every inch of the internal fight Lady of Darkness wraps me in her coat Using a broken cup to scoop the ocean out of a sinking boat Suffocating as my toes find the oceans floor Realising in that second, this was a make believe war Lady of Darkness sinks beneath me She finally heard my plea.

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