"saft" poems
O were my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I *** mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I *** sing on wanton wing
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.
O gin my Love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa’,
And I mysel a drap o’ dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa’;
O there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast on beauty a’ the night;
Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley’d awa’ by Phoebus’ light.
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an icicle broke off from
the gutter of my porch,
stabbing my hydrangea
bush right in the heart.
i could reprimand the
shattered remains of an
icy spear,
and then bandage the
wound with a layer
of snow–
yet it occurs to me to maybe
quarter an apple with a
Swiss Army knife,
this pooling of thoughts like
pale blood seeping out of a
painfully frozen morning—
turning me white like
heavy frost over
so many early roses...
s jones
2021
.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 8:03 AM UTC
O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I *** mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I *** sing on wanton wing
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.
O gin my Love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa',
And I mysel a drap o' dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa';
O there, beyond expression blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus' light.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Arm gooin' daàn me muvva's
An arm gonna goo by buz
Cos me feet am bloomin' urtin'
An I aint got me an oss
Then arm off to ave some bevvies
An arm gonna get kaylied
If yow'm in the Jolly Nailor
Then arl shaàt ya one inside
Doh goo bein' a soft apeth
Doh goo doin' owt thats daft
Cos when yow'v dun ad' a skinful
Then yow know yow just get saft
If ar doh see yow befow'r yow goo
Arl see yow on anon
Cos arm kippin' on the sofa
Raànd me mums aàs back up um
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
Poetic justice
is
not a boomerang
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
when you saw me all alone. have you realized that i am like a loaded gun that will fire with out a saft'y. have you seen the world behind me. have you realized my life has set the world in a slow spirle. do you know who i really am.
i am a dangerious elemental that can reek havicke that will rip souls out in its path.
u dont want me cause im a dangerious force that will **** you all if you try to harness my demonic power.
what you have seen is what your own mind has seen for you. do you want to see my gift or do u just want to watch me set my ideas lead this world in to flames.
do you want to know me or do u just want to follow my path of hell.
my leaded ideas have set this world free of hell and fire and a world of unleashed demons.
my life is a demonic power .
this world has been set on fire threw the eyes of a dictator.
do you want to see what i have hiden the plane to take down the corrupt ******** that have stabed me in the back left me to live in the dark but my life has set the plan to unleash my creations to destroy and set the evils of them all..
every one who has been taken and never see again will be seen.
but my idea is to free the souls who have suffered the hand of hell.
your questions ask me well but in this world this world earth should be afraid of me cause i have a heavy force that is armed and deadly. so people who need the hand to free them will bee saved from the heavl'y armed force working and planing to destroy
all your fuckking corrupt ******** that has made a huge mistakes.
i see your following but am i now even ensane for you..
my identity has hidden my surprize for all you ******* ho's
cause my secret identity is going to say this bold state ment (IM A PSYCHOTIC RUSSIAN SO ILL RIP YOUR LIES YOU SPRED)
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Jeg har skrevet med koens saft
Den er gennemsigtig
Mælkehvid
Hvilket gør mig til den usynlige kunstner
Som ikke har råd til farverne,
Og de tilføres ikke i denne verden
Gratis.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Her eyes were so beautiful
I hated it
Her hair so saft
I hated it
Her legs so long
I hated it
Her body so shapely
I hated it
Her fight so weak
I loved it
Her screams so peircing
I loved it
Her blood so red
I loved it
Her skin so cold
I loved it
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 9:25 PM UTC