"snaped" poems - Hello Poetry

Do you remember that old guitar that I use to play and strum As you would set and listen, watch and hum I found it just the other day, where it was put away I could do no more than stare at where it lay Time had warped it's shape a bit All the strings where snaped and bent Never again music would it make Inside I felt again my heart break I remember when it was bright and new Of course I thought of you How you danced, your hips and feet so smoothly flowed While quickly over the cords my fingers would go I would play by the roaring midnight fire Your voice as sweet as the heavenly choir You would stare at the stars, as they would gaze down on you I know that you both enjoyed the view That was all before the music up and died No longer inside of me would it ever again reside One moment you where full of life, then in my arms you lay I watched as you quickly slipped away Now all I can do, is talk to old pictures of you Wishing also that my life was through Just like that old guitar, what use is there for I Without you there is no music, happiness or joy, all I do is cry I found it just the other day, where it was put away I could do no more than stare at where it lay Never again music would it make Inside I felt again my heart break

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

That Old Guitar

Do you remember that old guitar that I use to play and strum As you would set and listen, watch and hum I found it just the other day, where it was put away I could do no more than stare at where it lay Time had warped it's shape a bit All the strings where snaped and bent Never again music would it make Inside I felt again my heart break I remember when it was bright and new Of course I thought of you How you danced, your hips and feet so smoothly flowed While quickly over the cords my fingers would go I would play by the roaring midnight fire Your voice as sweet as the heavenly choir You would stare at the stars, as they would gaze down on you I know that you both enjoyed the view That was all before the music up and died No longer inside of me would it ever again reside One moment you where full of life, then in my arms you lay I watched as you quickly slipped away Now all I can do, is talk to old pictures of you Wishing also that my life was through Just like that old guitar, what use is there for I Without you there is no music, happiness or joy, all I do is cry I found it just the other day, where it was put away I could do no more than stare at where it lay Never again music would it make Inside I felt again my heart break

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The baptist who also did circumcisions Was filled with shame after being defiled By someone he thought he new Bashing his head against the stone walls Crying Sobbing Laughing Screaming Convulsing Dying Dying Dying He came to see spirits coming Running to whisk him away To another plane Of existence They were transparent Lustful ghosts with feet of flames "Dance, dance, dance" They yelled at him "Dance on the graves of your mother Dance on the grave of your father Of your sister Then on yours" "How does it feel? You like it? Hows it taste?" He snaped out of it and came at the spirits with a blessed gun Filled with six sliver bullets that were dipped in holy water "I know that death is not the end This is not my end" He said "I know all the words and they speak for themselves, these are them" PLOW PLOW PLOW It's everywhere But it's nowhere On the wild side On the other side How does it look? What's the name of the book? What's it called? The title of the book is **** YoU" Ease it back Just a bit In the afternoon By the mouth of the river There used to be a tree of many colors I rubbed my palms and fingers up and down its bark And looked up to see Within its branches There was a fact The fact that nothing lasts A fact that things come and go A fact things die and grow You and everyone you've come to know So there I was with the baptist At the tree by the river With the spirits coming from I don't know We ran into the river And cleansed ourselves of sin All we did And all we once were Was wiped clean The baptist fired his gun at his very own head PLOW His brains floated in the water I cupped the salt water and blood And drank it I began to see doves flying over me in odd flight patterns And the thought of fly came to me To go To go To go The cool water running down my throat I laid back under the tree The spirits gone The gun in my hand Nothing last for ever I began to scream "The opportunity!" "The opportunity!" "I've been cleaned!" PLOW No one ever found our bodies No one ever came to the mouth of the river to see the tree But somewhere Someone has the gun with one bullet left For either the spirits that chase them Or themselves I hope they know

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC

tommy-johnson

Purgation

The baptist who also did circumcisions Was filled with shame after being defiled By someone he thought he new Bashing his head against the stone walls Crying Sobbing Laughing Screaming Convulsing Dying Dying Dying He came to see spirits coming Running to whisk him away To another plane Of existence They were transparent Lustful ghosts with feet of flames "Dance, dance, dance" They yelled at him "Dance on the graves of your mother Dance on the grave of your father Of your sister Then on yours" "How does it feel? You like it? Hows it taste?" He snaped out of it and came at the spirits with a blessed gun Filled with six sliver bullets that were dipped in holy water "I know that death is not the end This is not my end" He said "I know all the words and they speak for themselves, these are them" PLOW PLOW PLOW It's everywhere But it's nowhere On the wild side On the other side How does it look? What's the name of the book? What's it called? The title of the book is **** YoU" Ease it back Just a bit In the afternoon By the mouth of the river There used to be a tree of many colors I rubbed my palms and fingers up and down its bark And looked up to see Within its branches There was a fact The fact that nothing lasts A fact that things come and go A fact things die and grow You and everyone you've come to know So there I was with the baptist At the tree by the river With the spirits coming from I don't know We ran into the river And cleansed ourselves of sin All we did And all we once were Was wiped clean The baptist fired his gun at his very own head PLOW His brains floated in the water I cupped the salt water and blood And drank it I began to see doves flying over me in odd flight patterns And the thought of fly came to me To go To go To go The cool water running down my throat I laid back under the tree The spirits gone The gun in my hand Nothing last for ever I began to scream "The opportunity!" "The opportunity!" "I've been cleaned!" PLOW No one ever found our bodies No one ever came to the mouth of the river to see the tree But somewhere Someone has the gun with one bullet left For either the spirits that chase them Or themselves I hope they know

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School? Tsk...Tsk...Tsk. What a spectacle. I hear the bell chiming already- ding...ding...ding Then sick and scowled, we'd walk right to were we were meant to be. "Meant to be". Heart pounding 'cos if we were late!? Or in the wrong place or mixed up the wrong dates!? No...no...no that was trouble. "The bell is the voice of God" The priest(s) would say, each day, "and when it rings you must obey" A bell? I thought, the voice of God? I chuckled. I remember the shadows of the seminarians watching. The irate stare and feign smile. Weren't these men of God!? They came in new and good, but give them a day or two and...and my God!!! There were rumors of bizarre things that happened behind closed doors, no one "saw", but walls. I know someone was there. Had to be! When the last bell rang, and the lights faded out. People became monsters. It changes people. And it would, you too because real monsters are in the light and you too are one of them. The mass either left you hungry and empty, guilty and filthy or just feeling good about yourself for no good reason because some preacher said: "Hark, all worries will be left behind, and all disappoint too, will be gone forever..." It was the same thing, day in and day out. One man's crime was all mens'. And our tongue just clung to our mouth because who would dare raise a finger in anger to a priest? God's delegate. There were rumors. There were rumors no one would admit they saw until dusk when the light-out hour came and we streaked together muffle and scoffled about everything. It was either that or we tried, however, we could to get food. Some even looted goods, black and white was the code and we hid it safe as gold. You won't get it. Sometimes people would go as far as...sign Dong...dong...dong Heavy eyed and tired. The bell snaped you from your dream back to this hellfire. And before you blinked you were in class Then smell of dry papers and ink, sound of pens screeching and then you see. Students hastily walking to where they are meant to be? "Meant to be!?" Teachers, few, pretty as rose and others old and cold. All claiming they had gold to impact on us. Most times, the men, well tucked, some tall and maybe bit lanky. The priests were like ghosts. Some went as far as saying Godly. Their bellowing white-blue cassock whipped by, and while some would sigh, others would hush and some would rush to where they were meant to be. Meant to be. Now ghost quiet, staring from somewhere was the priest ghost silent... .

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Oct 11, 2019

Oct 11, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC

NeoDore

Boarding Skool

School? Tsk...Tsk...Tsk. What a spectacle. I hear the bell chiming already- ding...ding...ding Then sick and scowled, we'd walk right to were we were meant to be. "Meant to be". Heart pounding 'cos if we were late!? Or in the wrong place or mixed up the wrong dates!? No...no...no that was trouble. "The bell is the voice of God" The priest(s) would say, each day, "and when it rings you must obey" A bell? I thought, the voice of God? I chuckled. I remember the shadows of the seminarians watching. The irate stare and feign smile. Weren't these men of God!? They came in new and good, but give them a day or two and...and my God!!! There were rumors of bizarre things that happened behind closed doors, no one "saw", but walls. I know someone was there. Had to be! When the last bell rang, and the lights faded out. People became monsters. It changes people. And it would, you too because real monsters are in the light and you too are one of them. The mass either left you hungry and empty, guilty and filthy or just feeling good about yourself for no good reason because some preacher said: "Hark, all worries will be left behind, and all disappoint too, will be gone forever..." It was the same thing, day in and day out. One man's crime was all mens'. And our tongue just clung to our mouth because who would dare raise a finger in anger to a priest? God's delegate. There were rumors. There were rumors no one would admit they saw until dusk when the light-out hour came and we streaked together muffle and scoffled about everything. It was either that or we tried, however, we could to get food. Some even looted goods, black and white was the code and we hid it safe as gold. You won't get it. Sometimes people would go as far as...sign Dong...dong...dong Heavy eyed and tired. The bell snaped you from your dream back to this hellfire. And before you blinked you were in class Then smell of dry papers and ink, sound of pens screeching and then you see. Students hastily walking to where they are meant to be? "Meant to be!?" Teachers, few, pretty as rose and others old and cold. All claiming they had gold to impact on us. Most times, the men, well tucked, some tall and maybe bit lanky. The priests were like ghosts. Some went as far as saying Godly. Their bellowing white-blue cassock whipped by, and while some would sigh, others would hush and some would rush to where they were meant to be. Meant to be. Now ghost quiet, staring from somewhere was the priest ghost silent... .

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i cant keep up with all theses faces in my eyes. i cant keep up when all i want to rip my hair out and scream my lungs out. all the papers in life you might as well just signe your soul away with out reading the following dangers. what would i say when i have finally snaped and went crazy. my life is quiet and tranquill. but my mind is screaming in hell like i plane that has lost contole and is spiralling out of control. i dont show any emotion but my mind is screaming from the new waves of hell that has unleashed a dark enity over me that will sufficat any one in its path.. every exam in my way makes me want to go insane and lose controll just being low means you cant rise but i cant keep up with the pase but theres nothing tat lies a head just a black obiss that never ends of hell. my mind is breaking and all i want to is to tear apart any one whoe will slow me down. i know i am crazy insane psychotic and thrill seeking. all i kn0w is my mind is screaming with no regret so **** the rest im going to set this world on fire even if my mind is screming to make the point of your own demize.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC

vladimir-s-krebs

my mind is screaming!!!!!!!

i cant keep up with all theses faces in my eyes. i cant keep up when all i want to rip my hair out and scream my lungs out. all the papers in life you might as well just signe your soul away with out reading the following dangers. what would i say when i have finally snaped and went crazy. my life is quiet and tranquill. but my mind is screaming in hell like i plane that has lost contole and is spiralling out of control. i dont show any emotion but my mind is screaming from the new waves of hell that has unleashed a dark enity over me that will sufficat any one in its path.. every exam in my way makes me want to go insane and lose controll just being low means you cant rise but i cant keep up with the pase but theres nothing tat lies a head just a black obiss that never ends of hell. my mind is breaking and all i want to is to tear apart any one whoe will slow me down. i know i am crazy insane psychotic and thrill seeking. all i kn0w is my mind is screaming with no regret so **** the rest im going to set this world on fire even if my mind is screming to make the point of your own demize.

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Leave him leave him !! I yelled time and time again Yet you would always defend him He's toxic!!! How can you not see it How he Isolates You from friends and family How he cages you up in this God forsaken house Never aloud to leave Locked up never free Leave leave I said! time and time again Yet for him you would always defend He loves me you said !! I warned you there was a day that you would not be able to defend yourself ... And that day came when that monster snaped And he pummeled you blue and black Leave him leave I said! But it's too late you're already dead.

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Nov 9, 2017

Nov 9, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC

JBH

Domestic violence

Leave him leave him !! I yelled time and time again Yet you would always defend him He's toxic!!! How can you not see it How he Isolates You from friends and family How he cages you up in this God forsaken house Never aloud to leave Locked up never free Leave leave I said! time and time again Yet for him you would always defend He loves me you said !! I warned you there was a day that you would not be able to defend yourself ... And that day came when that monster snaped And he pummeled you blue and black Leave him leave I said! But it's too late you're already dead.

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