"sids" poems - Hello Poetry

On your crucifixtion day, take a gift from me It didn’t cost a cent, I made it all for free You’ll love it like you did Mary Magdaline A small glimpse of the world after you go off and die for sin I’m a man of words, I hope you’ll stick around You don’t have a choice, those nails are in there pretty sound As you’re dying of dehydration and hematadrosis Know that now in court, people blame you for their psychosis A father hears a voice tells him to **** his kid You’re responsible for more infant deaths than SIDS Another man fills a pipe with nails; a clinic up in flames And the inspiration derives from your holy name The Holy Crusades, now that’s a delight Did you know they actually sent children to fight? It’s true, and in your name no less I’ll tell you right now, it was not a success They next denied the holocaust But never you think all is lost They’re right on board with marrying gays Oh wait, I messed up that last phrase I don’t think you fathom the harm to come The damage that’s done because you’re the son Of the holy god, my former employer Before I was keeper of killers and lawyers Heres some advice, take it from me You’re wasting your time, get off that tree Get down, and have a long talk with your father Tell him **** ‘em all, and next time try harder.”

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Feb 10, 2010

Feb 10, 2010 at 9:21 AM UTC

j-walter-braman

Crucifixtion Comedy

On your crucifixtion day, take a gift from me It didn’t cost a cent, I made it all for free You’ll love it like you did Mary Magdaline A small glimpse of the world after you go off and die for sin I’m a man of words, I hope you’ll stick around You don’t have a choice, those nails are in there pretty sound As you’re dying of dehydration and hematadrosis Know that now in court, people blame you for their psychosis A father hears a voice tells him to **** his kid You’re responsible for more infant deaths than SIDS Another man fills a pipe with nails; a clinic up in flames And the inspiration derives from your holy name The Holy Crusades, now that’s a delight Did you know they actually sent children to fight? It’s true, and in your name no less I’ll tell you right now, it was not a success They next denied the holocaust But never you think all is lost They’re right on board with marrying gays Oh wait, I messed up that last phrase I don’t think you fathom the harm to come The damage that’s done because you’re the son Of the holy god, my former employer Before I was keeper of killers and lawyers Heres some advice, take it from me You’re wasting your time, get off that tree Get down, and have a long talk with your father Tell him **** ‘em all, and next time try harder.”

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bottle on the floor and im spinning laugh one more night to ******* and sinning we all dance and eat drink and smoke mary times havent changed and youre all scary most you pathetic neanderthals couldnt raise a kid still **** as if you didnt your offspring would have sids she says who wears a ****** anyway? while her water breaks six months before graduation day righteous are the ones holding that book but most those mother ******* forgot the path they took we all have been there says the mother before prayer break that bread as those poor people stare homeless are the ones who got greedy but if god doesnt, then who will feed thee its damaging to children if they sit too close to the tv but who taught to turn it on and watch instead of sing like glee my grandma showed me the guitars me and cousin fake wanted to be rock stars id sell everything including my cars just to have someone sample my bars

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Jan 10, 2014

Jan 10, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC

zachary-2

we all dance and eat drink and smoke mary

bottle on the floor and im spinning laugh one more night to ******* and sinning we all dance and eat drink and smoke mary times havent changed and youre all scary most you pathetic neanderthals couldnt raise a kid still **** as if you didnt your offspring would have sids she says who wears a ****** anyway? while her water breaks six months before graduation day righteous are the ones holding that book but most those mother ******* forgot the path they took we all have been there says the mother before prayer break that bread as those poor people stare homeless are the ones who got greedy but if god doesnt, then who will feed thee its damaging to children if they sit too close to the tv but who taught to turn it on and watch instead of sing like glee my grandma showed me the guitars me and cousin fake wanted to be rock stars id sell everything including my cars just to have someone sample my bars

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There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years. She sat by herself, Her eyes filled with tears. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years, She sat by herself, Where spiders made webs from her ears. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years, Thinking of her husband, Who used to drink many beers. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years, Recollecting the day, To life came all her fears. There once was a lady, Who was once very glad. She was overwhelmed, With everything she had. There once was a lady, Who wanted to have kids. She was so happy on that day, Until she found her son had SIDS. There once was a lady, Who was so filled with grief. Her husband left her, To her utter disbelief. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years. She sat by herself, Her eyes filled with tears.

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Nov 30, 2012

Nov 30, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC

alexia-vlasak

Seven Years

There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years. She sat by herself, Her eyes filled with tears. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years, She sat by herself, Where spiders made webs from her ears. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years, Thinking of her husband, Who used to drink many beers. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years, Recollecting the day, To life came all her fears. There once was a lady, Who was once very glad. She was overwhelmed, With everything she had. There once was a lady, Who wanted to have kids. She was so happy on that day, Until she found her son had SIDS. There once was a lady, Who was so filled with grief. Her husband left her, To her utter disbelief. There once was a lady, Who sat for seven years. She sat by herself, Her eyes filled with tears.

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When I was a teen, I went to school like any other kid, Struggling over acne I can't rid, Lifting weights so my weight was hid, Pivoted on a group of friends, Who never knew what words end, So when they ripped on a kid whose sister died of sids, I stood back and watch this kid's world end. I tried to help, confiding with him, Taking the time to let him know I was with him, Giving him the heads up of what the others were going to do, And made sure his hellish world a little less blue. But I was afraid thanks to this hollywood lies of popularity, As though being hated was so frowned upon, When being hated meant bearing a heart. Don't get me wrong, I never really did ever grow strong, But I was mixed in with the wrong crowd, As though insults to injury made people proud, And a cigarette in your fingers meant you're well endowed. I didn't really fit in myself, They would say things like, No one would put you on a pedestal cause you'll break the shelf, But the only thing that ever broke was my self esteem. Broken bones and bruises came and go, But the words that they preached to me is all I know, So when I was sober at a show, They fed me with alcohol and told me to party more, Looking around surrounded by guys treating girls like ****** And people who saw hearts and souls as toys and objects. But I had a brittle voice never able to speak clear enough to object, And when the school found out my father had died, The jokes never ended at body image jokes, and all I did was sigh. They shunned down on intellect, Like if you were smart "go eat an insect". They wore it on their shoulder with pride, Of how they never once ever did hide, And they were cool because they made a person, feel "rekt". So the words they tried to preach, And the lessons they tried to teach, Was you aren't cool enough if you aren't perfect, But the real lesson instilled in me, was that I was perfect. They hid behind hidden cameras, Taking photos of torture and suffering, Like they were engaged to it. They were no better than me, They had their own burdens but mine they couldn't carry, So as tales are told, I learnt.... The weaker you are, the more strength you have got to show.

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC

dissipate

Diary Entry

When I was a teen, I went to school like any other kid, Struggling over acne I can't rid, Lifting weights so my weight was hid, Pivoted on a group of friends, Who never knew what words end, So when they ripped on a kid whose sister died of sids, I stood back and watch this kid's world end. I tried to help, confiding with him, Taking the time to let him know I was with him, Giving him the heads up of what the others were going to do, And made sure his hellish world a little less blue. But I was afraid thanks to this hollywood lies of popularity, As though being hated was so frowned upon, When being hated meant bearing a heart. Don't get me wrong, I never really did ever grow strong, But I was mixed in with the wrong crowd, As though insults to injury made people proud, And a cigarette in your fingers meant you're well endowed. I didn't really fit in myself, They would say things like, No one would put you on a pedestal cause you'll break the shelf, But the only thing that ever broke was my self esteem. Broken bones and bruises came and go, But the words that they preached to me is all I know, So when I was sober at a show, They fed me with alcohol and told me to party more, Looking around surrounded by guys treating girls like ****** And people who saw hearts and souls as toys and objects. But I had a brittle voice never able to speak clear enough to object, And when the school found out my father had died, The jokes never ended at body image jokes, and all I did was sigh. They shunned down on intellect, Like if you were smart "go eat an insect". They wore it on their shoulder with pride, Of how they never once ever did hide, And they were cool because they made a person, feel "rekt". So the words they tried to preach, And the lessons they tried to teach, Was you aren't cool enough if you aren't perfect, But the real lesson instilled in me, was that I was perfect. They hid behind hidden cameras, Taking photos of torture and suffering, Like they were engaged to it. They were no better than me, They had their own burdens but mine they couldn't carry, So as tales are told, I learnt.... The weaker you are, the more strength you have got to show.

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there are so many ways you could have ended spontaneous abortion SIDS childhood meningitis drowning forgetting to look both ways gun accident gun on purpose car wreck overdose domestic homicide war Death came pretty close before your eyes were even open Don’t let the only killer you can control get the best of you ***** you lived! Don’t let your mind **** you

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Sep 8, 2019

Sep 8, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC

eva-schoolcraft

But You Lived

there are so many ways you could have ended spontaneous abortion SIDS childhood meningitis drowning forgetting to look both ways gun accident gun on purpose car wreck overdose domestic homicide war Death came pretty close before your eyes were even open Don’t let the only killer you can control get the best of you ***** you lived! Don’t let your mind **** you

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Histories Mystery Lost in the past a life known to few covered by new souls who did not know their true roles She never made a plan blind to a future she could not scan, ways of life not always pastel and paisley Was her howl the only one that day, how much the cost for penance paid, SIDS or SUDEP still unknown acronyms Was it the sandman or monster under the bed, was left as mystery to me, secret family history Did her last caress fade to black, soul left in silence, hidden grief no relief, left alone blind to life's challenges After the Four Horsemen deliver their message nothing else matters, angel of death laughing at her misery Secret soul like a fly on a wall but a White elephant in the room no one spoke of those unseen, left to ponder if Mom ever wondered about the lost narratives I was told to LIVE for today, You're living your some-days today and tomorrow, left alone with no memory does not define synergy Left in the dark, No new light of that night, Mangled memory did she always feel Unforgiven? Mom's secret left without answers Alone we were left to Ride The Lightening, full of energy and unique but always that internal mystique, Her actions mercy left as fodder for the antagonists She never came clean of what was seen leaving a lifelong question but there would be no ME without Rick Lee. R.C

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May 21, 2022

May 21, 2022 at 9:41 AM UTC

wichitarick

Histories Mystery

Histories Mystery Lost in the past a life known to few covered by new souls who did not know their true roles She never made a plan blind to a future she could not scan, ways of life not always pastel and paisley Was her howl the only one that day, how much the cost for penance paid, SIDS or SUDEP still unknown acronyms Was it the sandman or monster under the bed, was left as mystery to me, secret family history Did her last caress fade to black, soul left in silence, hidden grief no relief, left alone blind to life's challenges After the Four Horsemen deliver their message nothing else matters, angel of death laughing at her misery Secret soul like a fly on a wall but a White elephant in the room no one spoke of those unseen, left to ponder if Mom ever wondered about the lost narratives I was told to LIVE for today, You're living your some-days today and tomorrow, left alone with no memory does not define synergy Left in the dark, No new light of that night, Mangled memory did she always feel Unforgiven? Mom's secret left without answers Alone we were left to Ride The Lightening, full of energy and unique but always that internal mystique, Her actions mercy left as fodder for the antagonists She never came clean of what was seen leaving a lifelong question but there would be no ME without Rick Lee. R.C

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