Sharade poems on Hello Poetry

Marlon James Apr 2014

**** Tumblr. **** Facebook. **** thumbs up. **** Iphones and everything with an " I " before it's name. Even if it's an " Ivone ". **** Justin and Katy, teenagers and children. **** the children. **** GIFs and Instagram. **** the hashtag #. **** twitter. **** ‘selfies’ , ‘felfies’ and ‘braggies’. Put a camera in your ***, take a picture, that's a selfie too, you ******. One you can brag about.
******* as well. **** this, **** that, ******* again. Especially you, yOU ****. **** twerk and Miley. **** MTV. **** the 2000's. **** rich people trying to look poor cuz they're hipsters and that's " Indie ". **** Indie ****! Everything's " Indie " nowadays. **** that! Not everyone is struggling. Make some noise, you don't have cancer.
**** people who smile to every **** a **** does when they visit the hood to buy drugs, because they're stupid and soft. **** social conscience.
******* again for pushing a beard and a moustache because it's fashionable. **** John Lennon. **** the Beatles. **** **** as a trend. **** me, but at least i'm cool. **** cool. Everyone's cool currently!? I started smoking when I was 11. Now that i'm 25, i realize smoking is kid's stuff, so i quit smoking. **** cigars. **** having 25. **** sexist and feminist.
**** the dikes who think they have an advantage on other women for not being a **** fan. **** LGBT haters. **** the LGBT flag. **** flags.
**** Amsterdam. **** Vintage, used to be cool, now it's fake ****. **** cars these days. Their shape and their drivers. **** TV series. **** this zombie ****! What's with the zombies? **** FOX. **** people who hate on TV, because their to smart for that, but let computer/internet melt their brains into liquid ****. **** stupid people. **** the army,everywhere. **** politics. ******* for trying to make me vote. I don't believe in it and i'll never will ,it's a ******* waste of time and i don't care. ******* for believing that's a choice. ******* for participating in that sharade, making politics who they are, you ******* *******. **** people who talk to much. **** people who don't listen that much. **** people who talk WAY to much and expect you to be as excited as they are. *******! **** "LOL" in a face-to-face conversation. Laugh *******. **** random generation. **** " Likes " and **** " Sharing " because no one gives a ****.

And yes i'm a misfit, you genius. We all are. That's the truth...
**** the truth.

Marlon James, Porto, Portugal 23-04-2014

#alone #society #people #**** #misfit

Chris Jun 2014

loose rhyme

You
Oh no you sit
Really
I insist

Infact my whole trajectory supposedly pivots on you taking that seat
And not getting up

I don't know who you are

You have a different chromosomal make up
So were obviously a match

The frequency of my laugh
Moving from my lips is intriguing to you
Your thoughts have created a godess from a human

I wish you wouldn't

Yes the weather is right for a ride
And coconut surprise
But this whole sharade is rather sterile

Boy seeks out girl cause of her chest and the way she sits just so in the nest...

It's all so calculated and conducted like chopan
How bout raw unruly foot in mouth utterances Jackson ******* type splatter

How bout we show our worst cards and see if one is worthy of the good a test to extend the boundaries of our so called yard

How bout we throw up on the first date and skip the second

How bout we call it check mate and shake hands with the aching spirit inside, save a seat for a much

looser rhyme

#love #life #relationships #romance #expectations #dating #disappointment

Andrew Elkins Aug 2010

Falling Apart

This dying love of which we live on, and show that we can never be more than a pawn. This grace of which we our lives thrive, it's turning darker and harder to stay alive... In this dark possessive world our hates fade, and a new love makes it's sharade. A shadow crawls slightly on the wall, but our bodies already tend to fall. Slowly comes the knife that will soon decide her fate, but her body will be too torn and it would be too late. So we spend these dark nights crying and sobbing, but our eyes will never stop the throbbing, or which our hearts keep feeling, and still feels like it is god that is the one stealing. Currently the sickness grows on our skin, but the feeling of missing will never really thin. Times we hope that light will share the truth, but that is asking for a drill through our tooth. Seeing as the lights fades away, love is the one thing that will stay, for I will never be better, and have hidden messages in this letter. The heartache is killing the inside, and it is making it harder to proudly stride. This missing thing in my heart may never appear, but the only thing you will see in my eye is the hidden tear...

It is mine.

Connor Oct 2016

October walk home

The hysteria of doubtful intoxication
Three times I love you
The crooked man howls from the chamber of sleep

Mouthing the sharade of footsteps
Wicked in a large flannel crib and Autumn thyme pavement you look like a golden dream/
and I'm slowly drying up with sorrow
Because you do not see me like I do you
I'm screaming for your heart to listen to me !

Darling sways her legs on some brittle branch,
A barbaric stag whistles the end of time
To you in a vision his eyes say something terrible
And you're convinced of the violent October wind I promise it isnt true!

Some glasswork magic
Persona of a modern man
i cannot sympathise!
Rocks do fall onto the sidewalk and I ignore them as they cut my ankles like an insomnia or dentist

Looking up with wild alert at the headlights reminding one of
Death and that you're not paying attention to anything other than your poetry eating you alive

The occasional raindrop like the sweat coalescing under ur pillow/ A damp nightmare

As you **** that cross eyed stranger I lay in the grass
Feeling empathetic with my lamp as it welcomes me from the rain more than your hungry heart ever could!

I become shielded here
And sorry for myself
Ashamed of myself
And the lonesome mattress of years
Dictated by you and your lavender skin
As it exists in the idealism of the wardrobe of conciousness I suppose it doesn't mean anything real anyways pfft

Do not armor yourself against my arms
They envelope themselves desperate against the fog of a witching hour
You do not see a
Single figure arrowed with your alpine eyes

(run you cloud creature)

And a sudden mother who's sobbing into my shoulder regarding her inadequacy I told her be the best example of good for her CHILDREN and she continued crying and ran towards the pornographic hotel that stole her car keys
(she may have been murdered then I will never know and that thought deeply unsettles me)

We are all a little sad & could be doing better
And more than 65 made beds are in love

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