"smilies" poems
I have let my nails grow some
they are well over the tips of my fingers,
i’d say considerably long.
noticeable is their length as i text smilies
type similes. sincerely, i am apologizing now
and well in advance for any future scratches,
scrapes, welts. any body mods. highly probable are scars to your skin too,
later revealing themselves, after a bath like a photograph
being developed. i dig deep in the heat of-brushing, my lips
will serve as nurse, medicinal in purpose.
so there is no need to worry.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
And what do I serve with tea?
Of a cake layered with words - a slice
A croissant with stirring smilies
A quiche with quaint archaic spice -
Fresh from a poet's repository.
In the clink and chime of quills and pots
And spoons that stir the brewing tea
Dark or creamed, winter or spring
Here's to a cup of poetry.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Every morning at 9
She puts on the
banker's disguise
puts her poetry
in a sacred jar
next to the ashes
of
her husband
her dad
her mom.
She's a river of currents
behind the smile
darkly ******
phantasims
fly and flower
She not only carries
the keys to the vaults,
but also
the keys to wisdom
sublime
She can see right through you
when
she wants to
She can read your mind
Smilies
Metaphors
Haikus
Rap
Manifestations
of
all that makes us human,
These are the currents she rides
while
she
files
e-mails
signs
floats loans
defaults
default swaps
The whole time
she's got on
John Prine's illegal smile
She's watching secret movies
inside
she's alive.
It took many years
to learn to hide
the images
the colors
thought dreams
which flow inside -
while in meetings
behind her eyes
flows
the poetry
from herself, she cannot hide.
The commute ends
The day ends
She unscrews the sacred jar
pen to paper
the currency of poetry
resurrected
she comes alive,
All disguises
hide.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Left with no suga for lemonade..
You didn't give me any.
Its the bed you made.
My suga hidden locked away I always keep plenty.
Yet you should've given me some.
You didn't give me any.
Should things become unraveled undone.
Behaviors..
Like gentle flavors
Gifted courtesies.
Texting etiquettes.
Is like a lumpy preserved sugar cube.
Know that rules in texting has its magnitude.
Proper mannerisms set for the right attitude.
Like sensual videos from youtube.
Proper texting skills.
Sets the flow for good word adjectives.
If texting don't just walk away.. at least say bye have a good day.
You were texting me and simply vanished away.
Didn't hear from you till some other day.
No good morning no how are you.
No Sorry I hadn't replied back to you.
The stems that builds proper relationships.
Simple actions that can untie good friendships.
Rude mannerisms, actions, bad timing..too many crazy smilies.
Too much giving, too much doing, way too many gifs cheezies.
Texting at wrongful innappropriate times.
Like at the movies or on a date no good signs.
Manners gone like public phone booths uneeded dimes.
Your rudeness Your going I can't miss.
You have no suga cubes.
Just sour lemons..
Easy to dismiss.
You gave me nothing to make lemonade.
Can't fix this mess you have made.
No suga for lemonade!
By selinasharday all rights reserved..3-2018
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC
As a child I wanted to sit in the edge of the window ,
to see what's there
As a kid I wanted to draw smilies on the glass with my breath ,
to admire my art
As a young teen I wanted to repose my head in the cold glass ,
to dream of happy things
As a disturbing teen I wanted to standing on the edge of the window ,
to have fear of death
As a suicider teen I wanted to jump through the window ,
to end myself fearlessly
As a window I say to you , you're gonna regret it
As a window I say to you , Don't move
As a window I say to you , Don't jump
As a window I say to you , I gonna be the cause
As a window I say to you , I didn't want all of this
~~~~As a window I say to you~~~~
I just wanted to give you some sun light though me
...
...
...
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 9:24 PM UTC
I would like to write you a love poem.
I would like to speak in flowery metaphors
and smilies, where your face is the
scarred moon
and your breath the dawn
but it would be more beneficial to
write
instead
an epic dedicated to the
way yoga pants make my *** look
because black stretch fabric
and my thighs
have a relationship worthy of fluffy fan fiction
and my worst pair
hug my body better than you ever could.
and black will always have more loyalty
than your heart can imagine
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Their metaphors and smilies
didn't strike no chord with me,
For the language lacked musicality.
The words written slowly drifted
Across the page and died silently.
I was about to give up
When notes began to appear
And flutter delicately
Across the page,
Rising, rising to create a symphony,
Filled with awe and meaning
Until they sang
brilliantly, resonating,
Haunting me beautifully.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
I don't know how to start this conversation.
But i have to say all of this at once.
I may have to take breaks because im crying.
But ive been writing this for weeks trying.
But i want you to know no matter what i will always be here as your best friend as your person.
Now what im about to say maybe kinda shocking.
But its how i feel.
The only way i know how to put it is
"i love you. "
I love that you are best friend.
I love that i can run to you any time.
I can be my true crackhead, annoying, dumb self. I love that you have this cute obsession with blankets, they have pockets as you would say.
I love the way you take a **** hit.
How i can see the muscles in your neck when you do it.
I love that you always twirl your hair when im driving in my car or when you are bored.
i love your passion and drive when you truley want something.
I love you.
Now i know you that you already know that.
But im in love with you.
Every part of you.
Your crazy side, your talented side, your funny side, your high side and your low side.
You're the only person i really feel like talking to. The only person i really want to spend time with. You make me laugh like nobody else.
I can speak my mind too you no matter how random and stupid it is.
But you're the only person i would look for in a crowded room.
The only person i see is you.
You could do the smallest thing and it melts my heart.
The way you smilies while looking at a dog, or when you start pouring your heart out in a song. Or when you have to spend 15 minutes perhaping the bed before you can even think about going to bed.
I am chasing other people and trying to distract myself from the attraction to you and the fact that you are so deeply love with my other best friend.
And im happy that you are in love him. I couldn't choose a better person.
I will never ever put you in the position where you have to choice.
Ever.
I will not ever try to pull anything.
I will never put you in the place where you cheat.
I have to much respect to you as my best friend and to dylan.
I know that this is not a mutual feeling.
But i needed to tell you.
By allowing myself to tell you how i really feel this will allow me to move on from the feelings. They will fade unless they are acted apon.
And i will never act on them them unless that's where we are.
But i will still be your best friend.
In the near future I may get sad sometimes but it will pass.
I don't want to loose you or can really stand too.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC
Like you,
But with no filters around your mouth
Not stopping midway when you reach out for me.
Like you but before my demons got to you.
Like me,
But with my heart not swelling and crashing,
My lungs not elating with hope and deflating with reality
Like me, but before i fell in love with you.
Like you,
But with strong hands that feel like fluttering of butterflies against my skin when they touch me
Your footsteps sometimes syncing with my heart beats,
Like you but when I could read your eyes the way I read poetry, never getting enough of either
Like me,
But me talking to you, rather than bringing up your name as the room quietens and my friends look anywhere but in my eyes
Like me but when I had you, instead of these metaphors, and hyperbole, smilies and allegories, arranged in the shape of you so I could still have some souvenir of you.
Like me but with our names that you scratched on my back not faded.
Like you,
But not thinking that you have had me figured out now, so you could casually go down your library and put me on a shelf
Like you
But not finding me to be a waste of breath.
Like you but when you thought my light was worth the long period of eclipses it comes with
Like me,
But going on walks with you to the beach
Instead of me going on and on trying to kiss the horizon or the bottom of the sea,
It depends on the mood actually.
Like me but happy.
Like us,
But when we knew exactly who it was that we wanted us to be,
Instead of clinging to whatever vague ideas our mind comes up,
Doing anything to distract us from the aching hollow heart we carved ourselves out of
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
I fall into the depths for carefree conversations, where the other person isn’t pretending to be something they’re not. I fall for the childish laughters that rise deep in their stomach. I fall for the inadvertent smilies that grow without the intention of doing so. I fall for the moments right before you sleep when your eyes begin to shut and you drift away into a dream. I fall for the soul of you, not the skin which carries you.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
Let me invoke the Devine Muses
Who sits on Mount Helicon
Cherishing the arts of poets and artisans
Whom they immortalized
By guiding their pen;
I implore your aid
In completing this poem
And several yet to conceive,
Fill in me the empty;
The lack of words, metaphors, smilies
And tropes to cover emotions.
O holy! Devine
Inspire my mind who craves fame
Aspire this pen to write truths name,
Fill it with the ink of courage;
No compassion nor fear can divert
It from unraveling the hidden.
O! Symbol of purity and keeper of sacred thoughts
You shape a bud into a plant
And by your one breath comes the spring;
Leaves, flowers, and fruits all,
Same way breathe unto me
Give me life and aim
To make this time count
And unconsciously— like great poets,
Metaphysicians and alchemists,
Mark my name and work in this world.
Feb 20, 2022
Feb 20, 2022 at 3:16 PM UTC
How many times have I
just been a line
scrapped on a page?
I am more than ink,
blue stains of pain
on some thrown sheet.
I have skins and bones,
eyes that see,
and a mind that knows
that I am not that bundle
of metaphors and smilies,
tossed about with pronouns,
ifs, whens, has beens.
I'm not the flat print out
captured by some lens.
Don't even try to entwine me
in song lines,
I'm a person, with desires
fears, addictions, lies.
I'm just like everyone else
showing the better half
of two sides.
So this is me telling you
I'm tired
of being something that inspires
I'm tired of part of me
being in your notebooks, yours.
I'd much rather
be a human being.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm always giving
Ladi J I'm blue today
Ladi J my dog died
Ladi J lemme tell you what this bleep bleep bleep did
Oh the list goes on
Records playing and playing in my mind
Sometimes I jus want some peace
Where God and I can meet for some restorability
Man I'm not even totally In my field yet
I'm jus treading the massive waters
But it plagues my mind where will my hero be
Who will I be able to cry to
I know God's ear bleed sometimes
But everyone else mess continues to plague my mind
I will continue to use this art of poetry as my stress reliever
Making the audience a believer in my smilies and metaphors
But I still wonder who will be my hero??
Let the story continue...
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
I want to be
in sync with
another:
our arms swaying
with our steps
with not much
to talk about
because
our minds are already
in the same place,
thoughts stuck
to each other
absentmindedly
communicating
through silence
and smilies and the
whistling of wind
through our palms
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Now and forever
is how she used to sign her name,
now became then,
and forever never came.
Files and files
of remembered smilies
She followed her heart
Now she's falling apart
A collection of heirloom yesterdays
Now pain painted souvenirs
Absolute refusal to claim ownership
For the once upon a time tears.
Reality is a wake state nightmare
I can't get up
Overflowing misconceptions
No more room in my cup
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Midday smilies?
Midnight tears.
Accepted lies.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
Suckas be living in temptation
On cloud nine my rhymes leave ya with clogged minds
Cloudy days no more sunshine once I step in line
Reign on parades coatin' brains with my serenade
And if you an enemy be prepared to get glazed and sprayed laid out the roaches raid
I be the black iguana don't need marijuana
To get my mind flow Ill break you down to the last particle
Atom principles formed my scientific leave events horrific rhymes terrific
Plus I got women backed up like traffic
I'm brand new like cover plastic beats elastic
Many wanna step to this only to bloat in they own **** my style'll diss
Any hater who missed the greatest lyricist
Fools claim they hot until they become evaporated
From rhymes I created and intitiated
Feed diesel for my ****** fluids wicked as Druid
Exposing fake guys who ain't that wise despise
Creativity but embrace negativity **** all the rap ****** in the industry
They playing themselves I lay grounds more dangerous then the mobsters
In Italy addin' talley freak a Sally in the alley
As bring the Heat like Pat Riley no smilies
Once the guns get the dumpin' arches made like camels humpin' adrenaline rushin'
A common man like David Ruffin' soon to get a stuffin' from the mortician haters wishin' and dissin' you'll be reminscin'
On a memory like Ron Isley I be the wickedest like B I G got every-body on bended knees to hear the beautiful melodies
Keyed into ya mind I rhyme not sublime grind a beat til a definitive y'all be tentatives
While my assertion affirmative it's my prerogative huh brown as Bobby
Spanish locas call me papi short for M'daddy
I go by the moniker Yosef the most explosive
I rose from the grave once I entered the earth
Laid out my perks making" works like JC in BC unda the Romans papacy but somehow I see black imagery
All over the nation test me you'll be in an eternal vacation
From my gats wasting walking down the spiritual corridors with no floor as the spirits adore
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Why do I even go to school anymore
I don't learn anything new or at least anything I'll need after school
In history I've learned about the american revolution every year since 4th grade
In English we've covered smilies and metaphors every year since 5th grade
In math I know I won't need to know how to solve x=15y+11 after school
In science when am I going to need to know how to dissect a frog
So why do I even go to school anymore
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC