Smt poems on Hello Poetry

Ottar Oct 2014

Tapping is not touching
when it is a screen,
liking is an emotion,
social media dream,
what state you are in
to sate the needs you
feel, with out tech and
an electric eel to provide
the juice...so let's get to
that reveal... honest is as
honest does, is there
truth in who you say
you was the other night,
or is day and light
and dark and night
a fifty/fifty chance
of who you really are?

kirklefrance Feb 2013

Sand Castles

sitting in the background of my backyard reminiscing of my past year
thinking about **** that was said gat me like smt yeah
****** dont get down but they wanna act here
life is just a show and we gat ya tickets in the back there
main eventing on some ******* stunting on some hoes
where my **** smoke blows "hell' aint nobody knows
cutting off ya air supply you starring in my shows
the irony in life makes us all grow
where we headed from here?
not even god knows
so im packing all my clothes saying goodbye to you *******
taking extra packs of back getting faded on you snitches
and where I end up only God can tell
where ever it gone be is what it is
nothings worst than hell
this is a farewell ******* PIGS **** the haters and the hassles
searching for life at midnight on the beach smoking **** building sand castles

maike Apr 2021

take my breath away

i risk a look at you,
and you took my breath away

thanks,
for giving me the ability to finally die darling

it’s not like life had smt meaningful
planned for me
anyway...

#theonewhoreadsthisiloveyou

Ottar Apr 2015

The Addiction

Pairs well with steak, prime rib and spaghetti
bolognese, my cab-sav drank with no regret,

my dog has more likes on my instagram
@elverum51, is where it is at where I am

chances are dark chocolate will stain these lips,
as I slowly enjoy the limited sweetness, tongue trips

on slippery letters that form words bathed in wine,
I don't work tomorrow I will be just just LIKE fine,

same thing different day on wordpress,
I don't twitter enough for a wordsmith

I am sure there is a video on youtube,
for me dude, to solve everything I rue,

do you?

Need some time killers, murderers more LIKE
Can I interest you in Pinterest, Stumbleupon,

and their ilk?

LIKE me so I can love myself,
take my self-esteem off a shelf

freshly pressed and fine
that reminds me....wine!

How is this social, if I cannot prepare a meal at my meagre table,
Days are gone when my humility is thrilled you visit me, a fable

uncommon courtesy can be found by a common man LIKE me,

@iceintheattic mentioned me in a comment: @elverum51
Always too kind to the bones, kinder than the wind to
the trees - thank you @elverum51

I need SMT
for my SMA

don't message, don't check my status, don't even phone
just show up knock on my door, that is all that matters.

SMT = social media therapy
SMA= social media addiction
I tried to keep all entries below 140 characters, if I failed you might LIKE to point that out to me, oh, don't bother that takes counting.

Any subliminal messages were purely accidental, LIKE you will believe someone who uses his real name.

#toomanyhashtags #april #napowrimo #fail #nationalpoetrywritingmonth #socialmediastyle #day17

Dr Waleed G Jan 2012

Her Shell

Ever since from heaven she fell,

Far away from me she chose to dwell,

But that has never stopped me or weakened my will,

I'll keep writing till I exhaust my last cell,

But though she always says that I write so well,

I still can't get through her heart, not even with a powerful drill,

Every time I tell her smt nice, quickly she'll run to her shell,

Sometimes I wish I can get inside her and scream and yell,

I do, and one day I will....till I get through that heart made of metal,

I know my words mean nothing to her and that they'll never ring a bell,

What she doesn't know is that only because of her I'm able to excel,

And because of her, one day, I might easily win the prize of Nobel!

And that when she is not around, the whole world becomes null

So let her dwell in her shell, and let the whole world burn in hell.

Mohan Sardarshahari Jan 2019

World Hindi Day Jan 10

Today is world Hindi Day.
I devote a little thought on this topic with the beautiful Lines of Allama Iqbal "हिंदी हैं हम हिंदुस्तान हमारा"
And भारतेंदु हरिश्चंद्र की पंक्ति " निज भाषा उन्नति अहै, सब उन्नति को मूल"।
The World Hindi Day is being celebrated on January 10th marking the anniversary of the first World Hindi conference which was celebrated on 10th January 1975 and Was chaired by the then PM Smt. Indira Gandhi. The purpose of World Hindi Day is to promote the Hindi on the world Arena.
Officially the World Hindi Day Was commenced on 10th January 2006 by the then PM Dr.Manmohan Singh.
I am writing some lines about the beauty and nature of the Hindi language on this auspicious occasion.

हिंदी में वही लिखा जाता ,
जो जुबान से बोला जाता।
हिंदी में भाव है भारतीयता का
जैसे पट्टी- बरते का
या साड़ी - पगड़ी का
या फिर सब्जी- रोटी का।
हिंदी में भाव है खेलों का
जैसे होकी-छड़ी का
या चील-झपट्टे का
या फिर रस्सा-कशी का।
हिंदी में भाव है संगीत का
जैसे ढोल - ताशे का
या तबले- बाजे का
या फिर बीन-बांसुरी का।
हिंदी में भाव है रिश्तों का
जैसे छोटे - बड़े का
या मर्द -लुगाई का
या फिर आप- अपनत्व का।
हिंदी में भाव है सच्ची सीख का
जैसे ज्ञान -विज्ञान का
या अखबार - किताब का
या फिर आचार -विचार का।
हिंदी में भाव है मौसम का
जैसी सर्दी- गर्मी का
या बारिस- सूखे का
या फिर अकाल- जमाने का।
हिंदी में भाव है नैतिकता का
जैसे साधु- संत का
या राजा- रंक का
या फिर ज्ञानी- मूर्ख का।
हिंदी में भाव है सहजता का
जैसे सीधे- सरल का
या मीठे - खट्टे का
या फिर लंबे- नाटे का।

Dallas Jun 2015

Sacrifice

Lord there is beauty in the Ultimate Sacrifice
You my God paid our salvation’s price
And though I don’t deserve it you died
Because of your sacrifice the SMT has cried
Let us all be witnesses to you Oh God
Many take you for granted and I also nod
As I think about it, I see how blind I’ve been
My eyes are still veiled and I think when?
Lord let me be at peace like a hand on my shoulder
I’ve been bold, but not enough; I want to be bolder
If the tears don’t come, let it be my heart and soul
There is an emptiness in my heart and you alone can fill that hole
I know you’re out there so send me a sign
May it be the grace of a hand or the might of a line
I have given and given, but I don’t seem to receive
Lord, you’ve shown me miracles, now let me believe
Lord thank you for my gift of words and love
Cleanse and renew me from the rain up above
Come Holy Spirit, come work through me today
You gave your life, I give my all away
While I have breath I will not complain
I ask not just tonight, but forever this feeling remain
My hand is feverishly writing for the first time in a while
I take this as a sign from the Holy Spirit’s personal file
The time is near for things to come, the feeling is good
You spoke to me Lord and since then I understood
The angels praise you above while we praise below
As I look upon the Bread of Life, the Holy Host
I can’t come to think of what….

BLVNK Apr 2019

(Thoughts) While Riding High

(Thoughts) While Riding High

I just love sounds of trains at night pillowing my ear drums with screeching sounds of metal clashing against itself as it sores through its alleys.,
Focused on one main goal.,
getting to it’s destinations.,
Yes., I’m thinking too much,
Perhaps I’ve been missed lead by my judgements.,
(Thoughts) While Riding High.,
So high that I can feel myself pulsating out of my chest.,
Can’t even search for anything simple.,
Heads racing.,
I’m fathomed by thoughts drifting in and out of comatose consciousness.,
Lol (laugh, or pretend laughter), no that’s too literal.,
I traveled more of a distance in my mind and saw something.,
A glimpse of something that could’ve been.,
These stories that wraps my head infinitely with thoughts so fast unable to interpret a simple comprehension of my own mind.,
I came out with something.,
You know the one thing man all “hopes for”.,
Hoping one day the evolution of man can rise and conquer a again.,
While I listen to the subtle tunes of nature blossoming into a Rose.,
A rose where no matter how pretty and beautiful it is, you’d still have to deal with the most slightest of flaws.........,
Yes the nature of us.,
Imperfection.
We built things on earth to let it all rot on top of itself, isn’t that obscure.,
Let me get out of my own annoying thoughts.,
It’s like the mind is built like fireworks that blankets the skies of earth with energy.,
I picture myself owning something.,
And again stop overthinking.,
Owning what, they say?.,
It’s tragic how limited minds can influence millions of innocent lives using them as tokens.,
Telling them what to do or say.,
Instead of just breaking through and living the best lives they could it’s all about control.,

Smt I’ll stop getting worked up, Pt 2 is coming soon I hope everyone enjoyed reading. If you guys have feed back, give me some feed back, I’d love that through and through.

maike Apr 2021

3 seconds

for one second i thought
that i finally figured things out

the next second i thought
that i finally could be proud
of me
for once

the second after i thought
that id be finally allowed
to hope again

but then i thought
that it snowed yesterday

i live in spain,
where snow is smt that may be special for once
but doesn’t
remain

seemed like it got lost somehow
in a territory where it didn’t belong

just like my thoughts that weren’t fitting to my playlist and its usual songs

three seconds

it’s 00:03 and i’m sure i won’t understand these metaphors anymore the next time i read it, but it feels like smt deep rn

#3seconds

maike Mar 2021

okay

when i say „i’m okay“
i mean that i finally did not
burst into tears over smt
that reminded me of you
today

okay
when i say „i’m okay“
i mean that i did think about putting parts of my skin
instead of my body hair
between the sharp blades of my razor
but did not do it
today
cause i was sick of the ****** flavor
that my tongue
already got used to taste
at the age of eleven
as it all started with my insane behavior
as i first experienced depression
which kept haunting me till
this day

okay

when i say „i’m okay“
my head is empty, just like my soul
i would like to call it a bliss
but at the same time it’s the evidence
for my never ending
lack of control

some outsiders would assume „it‘s just
a bad day“,
and i think
i forgot to mention that
i‘m okay
everyday

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