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"smily" poems
The sun shining behind a dark cloud As bright as a star. The color of a smily emoji The true meaning of happiness
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Yellow
"Thought" of you today, Woke up and found myself wiping the silly choices out my face. Everybody messes up..can't you relate? Even if I think your perfect each and everyway...each and every space with the decisions you make. Like the one when you called bae...sometimes that's the only thing that lifts my day... Thought of you today... Even if I'm your ex L.o.l Smily face
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Lol.. smiley face :(
DO YOU WANT THIS THE INN AND OUT DRIVE THROUGH PLUNGE INTO STARS –MY STARS ME- DIPPING UPON YOUR NORTH POLE TO EXCITE AN EXIT OF YOUR MILKY WAY I’M YOUR VENUS YOU ARE MARZ HITTEN ME LIKE -SHOOTING STARS SEND THESE CLOUDS BELOW A HIGH 9 MAKE THE SUN STAY QUIET …….. SHHHHHH SHE IS SLEEPING LEAVING THE FIRE BURNING IN HER SLEEP AS WE WARM UP TO ANOTHER LEVEL OF OUR –STAR CLUSTER AND WE ARE GALAXIES SCREAMING TO A UNIVERSAL SOUL INSERTION STRAIGHT INTO MY GALACTIC STARS YOU –MARZ THE KING OF ALL PLANETS –REVOLVING –CRASH INTO HEAVENLY LOVE WE CAN MAKE ANGULAR MOMENTUM AS MANY AS YOU LIKE YOUR HEAVAN IS COSMIC RAYS UPON MY SMILY SPACE YOU ARE MY ABUNDANT HYDROGEN EMBRACING YOUR GIFTS AND THE HEAVENS SMILE CANDID BUT WILD AND NOW- THE SUN AWAKES SHE AWAKES SWOONING TO OUR COMBUSTIONS HER HEART RACES –WATCHING….. SHHHH –BLUSH AND WE'ER RUNNING WITH SHOOTING STARS SHOOTING UP STAR-WARS SHOOTING INTO ME SHOOTING UP UNIVERSAL ****** (INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII) © Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
UNIVERSAL ******
Like...it feels like whole world and the, you know, uh...all the smily candy teeth and stoned-out-of-their-mind ******* with their lip service to some techno-God of...what? Acceptance and power dynamics, or empowerment  or whatever... It's like they're out there building these monoliths to themselves...like, mirrors made out of diamonds that's all positivity and critical theories and **** even Heidegger or Nietzsche thrown in there, Foucault, Lorde sometimes, a lot of other names, too...so much to remember when you wade into the world of identity, right? But it's also so sugary that I get a headache, like, when I see the steel roots that they're...repurposing? I keep tripping over them and stuff, I dunno. Queer's a word I hear mostly coming out of only my own mouth, maybe the walls...if wall's could talk, right?...and that really tells me a lot, I guess? About what it means to be a *** but like, not really? And how I'm totally not trans? I mean I'm still BASICALLY a boy, right? Like shouldn't I be like, calling myself a girl if I'm not a boy, etc.? The stony monuments to Liberation...they're using the big L right?...tell me so. I'm so close but still not good enough, or something like that. The binaries are there for a reason, etc. Not even that. Just a quiet, like...exclusion? Joke? What I wouldn't give to be a fully-fledged ****** or a true ****** y'know?...card-carrying member of the conference, where I can actually cry and my voice comes out in something other than a croak and people look at my tears and hear my words and say, Yes, that's real and that's okay? Whatever though. I'm probably wrong anyway, right? I'm just half-baked, or not exactly full, or...what's the word?
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May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
In the Land of the Half-Baked Trannies
Like...it feels like whole world and the, you know, uh...all the smily candy teeth and stoned-out-of-their-mind ******* with their lip service to some techno-God of...what? Acceptance and power dynamics, or empowerment  or whatever... It's like they're out there building these monoliths to themselves...like, mirrors made out of diamonds that's all positivity and critical theories and **** even Heidegger or Nietzsche thrown in there, Foucault, Lorde sometimes, a lot of other names, too...so much to remember when you wade into the world of identity, right? But it's also so sugary that I get a headache, like, when I see the steel roots that they're...repurposing? I keep tripping over them and stuff, I dunno. Queer's a word I hear mostly coming out of only my own mouth, maybe the walls...if wall's could talk, right?...and that really tells me a lot, I guess? About what it means to be a *** but like, not really? And how I'm totally not trans? I mean I'm still BASICALLY a boy, right? Like shouldn't I be like, calling myself a girl if I'm not a boy, etc.? The stony monuments to Liberation...they're using the big L right?...tell me so. I'm so close but still not good enough, or something like that. The binaries are there for a reason, etc. Not even that. Just a quiet, like...exclusion? Joke? What I wouldn't give to be a fully-fledged ****** or a true ****** y'know?...card-carrying member of the conference, where I can actually cry and my voice comes out in something other than a croak and people look at my tears and hear my words and say, Yes, that's real and that's okay? Whatever though. I'm probably wrong anyway, right? I'm just half-baked, or not exactly full, or...what's the word?
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Flubber inside filling out the cracks you and that insipid hat. Wolly sweater boatload of pins find out when our love life begins. It's quite awkward when I get so nervous like hot liquid boiling in a pan. It's really kind of funny 'cause I can't figure you out, man. Grist and marrow you're a stringy kind of fellow. And every time I see your stupid smily face I get this rubber in my tummy a fit I cannot place.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Sillyfoam
****** Smily Face by billyraines08 This one, to her, seemed different. She seldom met artistic Huns.. She thought his little mustache cute, his smile, a winning one. With charcoal he made sketches when his duties were all done. A man, she thought, of courage. He wore the iron cross. It was a time of hell on earth- so many young lives lost Perhaps her judgment was impaired by the alcohol that she consumed. The sixteen year old French girl took Adolf ****** to her room. In time she gave birth to a child, a ******* if ever was one. A boy they named Jean Marie Loret- The Devil’s only son
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Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
The Devil’s Only Son
as I sit here my thoughts are all of you cuz I know you have these feelings too so I pick up my phone and go to your name hit the call button and hang up again because the missing word that describe how I feel are nowhere to be found we go in a circle over and over again because your words are missing and so are mine over and over we send smily faces and hi's both unable to say whats really on our minds as we fight and make up help with eachothers break ups and become completely fed up cuz the missing words that decribe how we feel are nowhere to be found we go in circles over and over again cuz your words are missing and so are mine
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
The missing words (song)
I stand at the beach Sand in my feet The sun is shining bright It's such a beautiful sight I stand at the beach Water over my feet The sea is glowing blue Ocean waves splashing too I sit at the beach Enjoying a wonderful view Beautiful kites in the sky Ice cream trucks passing by I walk on the beach A cone in my hand The ocean breeze misty and cool Sand castles high and tall I swim at the beach Cool water on my skin The salt water in my mouth Having fun without a doubt A day at the beach I wouldn't have missed Smily faces everywhere I always love it here
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Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 3:29 PM UTC
A Day At The Beach
The white waves rushes the Sky The white clouds covers the Sea They give and receive smily eyes from each other Both are essence of white and blue when they are true In the horizon they touch In the city they don’t Infinite immeasurable incredible afar One gives sighs and exasperates all day for they are apart The other waves all day for they should be together The Sea looks deep into the endless Sky Unbound by limits - full of stars As the sky looks back and sees itself They are so similar in essence and beauty So far apart So close together The couple moves and are moved by By the winds of fate.
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
The Couple by the Wind
When my heart returns in the seclusion, I told him to give me ten years, In that time, he must see only me Taste only me, make love to only me Reflected only in my space. Like an enchanted mirror or hope, Our souls will continue to asked For our morning blessing/ Happy or sad, our morning salutations/ There is nothing more appealing   Then seeing him in his white attires a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent,   Is the fundament of falling in love,   After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying,   A roller coaster of emotion,   a mere Smily hideous gestures/ I can see no wrong now, I can see no flaws,   I see only what my heart wants me to see Him, those eyes, those high cheek bones, While I let me let my soul make love, Under the warm of the sun, And the cold from the north, Entwining into each other’s arms Who will bless this union? Who will be there for us, When it all fade like leaf All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away. Let me love you for now, Let me smile, while you smile, Let me , let me, let me..
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Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Seclusion
Not necessarily every smily face is happy We enact to hide our internal struggles The best thing is our smile Which can conceal anything and no one ever knows
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
1015. Necessarily
They are around me, laughing and singing, dancing like there is no tommorow. I'm among them under the starry sky, but i'm not with them. my body is here, but my eyes gaze unto the firmament. My mind fly to the stars. They take me back to the days when I was close to you, instead of this unknown crownd. When I could be myself, true and whole, naked of any disgusting disguise. But then I remember. I'm alone under the stars. You are long gone and only the cold embrace of night is here to hug me now. You are under the same stars but far away on earth, you are living and i'm only wasting my pale life here. Your thought are blossoming like a hundred flowers while i'm sitting in my empty mind stuck on repeat. So I accept my fate and come back to my body among this people I don't trust, I put back my smily mask and I start dancing to the same music. I blend into the sound, move my body accordingly, hoping my heart will burst as the bass drop. And when the music is over, I come back on my feet and continue walking alone as if nothing never happened.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Stars
I’ve been sitting at a local fast-food joint Waiting for my friend, who was outside Having a chat with some girl he loved once; He didn’t anymore and just wanted to set things straight. I ordered myself a medium strawberry shake And just sat there listening to Bill Evans As the most peculiar thing caught my sight: All around me were men in their 30’s and 40's, Drinking draft beer and staring sadly Either at their phones or simply at the table. They all shared a common tired and dumb look; Hell, I thought, how low do you have to be To drink horrible overpriced beer at a fast-food joint Alone, at 7 pm? At the next table, two young girls Were having a dinner; so smily, happy And full of life I sat there overwhelmed. Why not just go there and talk to them? But those sullen faces kept staring, Rigid and unemotional, except for an occasional sigh, Immediately followed by a gulp. I glanced at the same table again — Those girls were gone and another Asian woman was siping her coke… Some hum broke through the Shadow of Your Smile. I looked around: different men, same posture; Same look, same sadness, Same disgusting smell, Same lonely warm beer. I picked up my coat and my hat, Tied my checkered scarf around the neck And went outside, Smiling.
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Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
Not a poem
I was dissecting a box of candy today and I thought of her I found one that had a warped smily face and it just seemed to be how I feel around you skewed and distorted i rested that heart on my tongue and it melted in my mouth Whenever I get cold I think of you because I put on my warm yellow sweater the same one that you have because it gives me a feeling like you're near me (happy)
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
"I love wine but wine doesn't love me"
When my heart returns in the seclusion, I told him to give me ten years, In that time, he must see only me Taste only me, make love to only me Reflected only in my space. Like an enchanted mirror or hope, Our souls will continue to asked For our morning blessing/ Happy or sad, our morning salutations/ There is nothing more appealing Then seeing him in his white attires a baseball cap, it captures the youth of innocent, Is the fundament of falling in love, After being in seclusion, it's also terrifying, A roller coaster of emotion, a mere Smily hideous gestures/ I can see no wrong now, I can see no flaws, I see only what my heart wants me to see Him, those eyes, those high cheek bones, While I let me let my soul make love, Under the warm of the sun, And the cold from the north, Entwining into each other’s arms Who will bless this union? Who will be there for us, When it all fade like leaf All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away. Let me love you for now, Let me smile, while you smile, Let me , let me, let me..
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Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 4:53 PM UTC
Reflected only in my Space
Sometimes some things happen that change your life forever, Some secrets revealed that break you apart. Some words they say that pierces the soul. People call me fake, I pretend to care they say For I have that smily face to disguise me well They don't know how difficult it is for me When I m sitting alone in a room with my thoughts Those haunting thoughts The images stuck in my head Mind is a wild thing , you see It lets you see things even when you are not there.. The rumors I heard, the pictures I paint I don't know how much they resonate But they haunt me.. Pictures of you holding someone else in your arm Cuddling and falling asleep..
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
What a turn of life !
On Mars there is No atmosphere But in flyes a zombie Emoji shining bright Like that of the sun Where's the food.
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Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:01 AM UTC
Zombie smily