"sheepy" poems
i have a blow up sheepy doll
that sleeps with me at night
apart from where i fixed her
most of her is white
might be sad, some say mad
when sexlife is in limbo
love bite made her **** last night
she flew out through the window
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 11:47 PM UTC
He found himself with painted walls, fish tanks, and a wiener dog. A place to sleep, a place to eat, a fine couch to rest his feet. A barbecue that was sturdy and new, a fridge of craft beer the finest of brew. But aside all the comforts and things on the walls the one thing that was most comforting of all, was a little blonde who would follow him around, who turned him right-side up when he was upside down. A girl who was worried about only him; and tried everything to set him free. Free of a troubled mind that could not find the time for anyone but him. No matter her struggle, her talks, or her love, he would not cave to all the above. It came to the point where she had to go, she'd lost the person she loved the most. She left in a blink with her head in the fog, taking the pictures, fish tanks, and the wiener dog. The girl that knew him oh so well could not save him from an imprisoned hell. The self-inflected wound that would not mend; but conform as the standard of life he led. A blank canvas is all that he knew, no pictures on the walls, no new barbecue. No more snoring at night or meeting for fun, this fairy tale was finally done. It passed so fast and looking back was it worth it for where he's at? Is this the place where he should be? Two job's, school, and a shattered dream. She was his love, his hope, his home, and now it's just him all alone.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
Just show no fear.
Never cry.
Never love
Never die.
Liars live lies
for ever.
Yellow eyed wolves
with
sharp-pearly whites.
Are lusting after you.
But they just want to ,
paint their teeth.
With your,
blood-red-dead.
Sheepy
sheep
sheople
carcass.....
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 5:36 PM UTC
It's a sheepy love,
making me go 'baa',
as I look on you in awe.
The way you talk,
I can't help but flock to ya..
Your voice is more than a bleat,
it makes me feel complete,
knowing you and I are real.
They can call us sheeple,
but I never cared about them,
so let's meet at the steeple.
It's mad to me to think I
ever doubted or distrusted you.
I must have been like a lost lamb
or a stray sheep searching
when all I ever really wanted
was just to have you, oh ewe.
But what can I say, really,
sheep aren't smarties,
but we make good sweaters,
so won't you hold me close,
like I was your pillow?
Let's have a sheepy love,
the sweetest love of them all.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
lil boyo peep lost his sheepand did'nt know where to find hersearched the valley's far and widethen found her with a minerhe never heeded gossipor the rumour tumoursand thought the sheepy storieswere down to valley humour miner with his trousers downmade boyo feel quite illhis sheep was stained with coal dustand was'nt on the pillsad tears welled his eyesas he told his mam.don't worry bout it sweetheartour mary's got a lamb
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 1:30 AM UTC
got caught up in blue ink
fever last night,
reading h.p. pops and wrestling
with the words.
only to find the new day at hand
so now i am sitting in a meeting of great importance.
(*eyes drooping, day dreaming,
sheep visiting- NO, don't count the ****** things, YOU FOOL!*)
discusing matters of teaching and reaching decision on text,
(cotton pillows with smiles on their dials, beckon me over the fence to play with bo peeps sheep DO NOT COUNT THOSE SHEEP.)
books and performance scripts for the following year, now is when
(sheep are such fluffy little things, you could just put your head down on their little tummies. LEAVE THE SHEEP ALONE HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU)
you make a case for new works
and differing the standard
(and there is just so many of the fuzzy little deweds, DON'T EWE DARE. IF I HAVE TO COME OVER THERE EWE'LL KNOW ABOUT IT!!!!!)
teaching formats
(*one little sheepy, two sheepy sleep, three little sleepy sheepy,,,,,,four llilĺlte sleeeepppyshee RIGHT!!pppy
NOW YOU HAVE DONE IT!!!! TIME FOR THE BIG GUNS*)
Bo, are you with us, I know this isn't the most exciting discusion,
but it would be helpful if you could refrain from snoring.
(TOLD EWE!!)
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC