"snear" poems
The secret life of
mack the knife
his teeth shined a pearly white
they glistened like fallen snow
his smile would melt the ladies hearts
and leave them feeling aglow
but when he chose to leave his bite
the smile turned to a snear
Louie called said I'll see you at the club
yeah Mack meet in the rear
he was a banker by the daylight
a vicious killer in the night
he always thought that he would
find time to make things right
he left his victims on the sidewalk
or a tugboat by the shore
their throats cut from ear to ear
the coppers going door to door
but not a single soul was talking
nobody saw anything
but they could tell by the looks
they'd be dead if they chose to sing
Louie wanted Souky Taudry whacked
he was messin with Jenny Diver
she's my girl and I ain't taking that
I'll set you up to be his driver
he wore a disguise of a chauffer
fancy coat pants and a cap
but when he took a wrong turn
Souky knew he was in for bad crap
they found him in the alley
his life oozing out on the street
his throat cut by Mack the Knife
another job had been complete
back at the bank the next morning
he was all smiles and slapping backs
nobody knew his secret life
or if they were the next one he whacks
Gomer Lepoet...
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
I hereby confess my sins, and must tell you why
Why this man that writes these words and holds the pen must die
Why evil so ferociously invades my mind
And will not cease no matter how hard I try
These words that I beseech unto you are truth and hold no lie
I received word from THE LORD above that I must preach
To take my knowledge of the spirit
To the streets to teach
To spread the gospel far and wide as far as I can reach
But, After 2 or 3 weeks of compliance
While doing His will and honoring our alliance
I was met with a streak of complete defiance
I went out and preached in stores one day
I was satisfied with the work id done and thought it was ok
But upon return back to my home the LORD said sternly, nay
That it wasnt enough and that I needed to preach more today
That I needed to jump back into the fight and jump back into the fray
But in my foolishness I decided that on my bed I should lay
Now ever since, that decision, I have had to pay
Right at that very moment, evil attacked and I became a target
After all this time has passed I am filled with utter regret
Its something I am ashamed of
And desperately wish I could forget
But during those times of preaching
I was always met with fear
Evil had encompassed me. And I was told that if I stopped my death was near
To this day "preach, or die" makes me want to shed a tear
The devil knows of my failures and meets me with an evil snear
Its been 8 months now since I stopped
8 months of mental torture since I flopped
8 months of fearing death since THE LORDS will I had dropped
Now the death that had been spoken of before
Grows and grows to the point that I cannot ignore
The suffering of my soul continues more and more
I don't know if I can take it. So is death truly in store?
I do believe in miracles, but I dont know if I will get one
Will THE LORD show more mercy, or is He finally done?
The grave is looming and life is no longer fun
So don't be a failure like me.
Put your faith and trust in THE SON
And whatever you do, don't turn your back and run!
I should have followed Him. I would have won.
Now I await my death. My life is done.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
You complient me in away
I didn;t think exist
Cover me with kisses
of friendship and bliss
You shattered my wall
my pilar of ice
and make me feel confortable
whening I;m rolling them dice
I dream of you in darkness
and meadows of light
I vison you in circles
like vultures of the night
You make me plunge so deeply
Into my morbid mind
that there is nothing left
but words that are to kind
You cleverly force a smile
when a snear is all I've known
You make me resist the urge to run
when the voices tell me go......
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
Dear opposite ***
Before you open your mouth to say
I am your typical average, **** *****
Cause my skirt is too low-cut,
or the neckline of my shirt is
too low
That I should have thought about it
before I walked through the door.
How about you put on my shoes and go for a walk
Maybe you'll understand
That I can't walk just down the block,
For a carton of milk or some spam
Without men calling "hey miss" or "hot ****
Even when I am wearing sweatpants
or a plain boring hoodie that
hides my shape
I even can't escape
their terrorizing stare
Their eyes rip through my clothing
leaving me bare.
Even no skin,
I cannot win.
Walking down the street on any day
clothed "appropriately" or not
is like wearing nothing either way
no use to conceal
they see what they will
Maybe you'll realize the power within a stare,
That leaves women just like me
struck with fear
because they never know
when danger is near
To be woman is to fear,
it is what we are taught
when we are young,
and what we will learn
when our bodies blossom and grow
to the shape and form to
the standards society teach us
to what is considered the norm
and how to conform
Then they turn around and shame us
when men snear at
jeer at
and **** us
Why is woman always to blame
While male is protected and hidden in name
You see, our lives, already, is a ******* game.
Where they have already written the rules.
Well, we all know this isn't a fair fight.
As of now, the price of safety just isn't right.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
the gold peaks about on the shoulders of the mountain top
as the lies we let sink in hit hard like a rock
the echo of words fill my brain
sinking in like stormy night of endless rain
repeated in pitters and splattered in patters
did you honestly think your excuses would matter?
you swallow for a gulp of air that you dont deserve
to inhabit your body, to keep you reserved
the snear of hatred skims your lips
then i tell you im done with this
im done with you and your presence
your sick denial and childness
i’ll walk out of your life
and push you out of mine
because frankly
you were never worth my time
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you.
All of the ******** that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu.
Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues
To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues.
this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human failure and ignorance
You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue.
Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
It really makes you think
Watching your blood flow down the sink
Falling
Convulsing as I cry
No one had bothered to ask "why?"
They didn't mind when I kept my mind shut up.
But now my entire body is locked up
Before I spoke only lies
now silently I laugh at their desperate cries
They beg me to come out
They beg me to speak
But they will only hear me shriek
They have not taken any drastic measures
and I've been in here for far too long
can they hear the reapers song?
I know they do not care,
so I have a secret to share,
The Reaper and I,
we plan to die.
We spend each moment in darkness
every minute of every day
We have realised this is to be the only way.
I'll meet her there.
In our suicide lair.
We'll down pills and alchohol and fall asleep.
It's three hours past,
Somehow I knew the pack wouldn't last,
my reaper has fled
and soon I will be dead.
I weep as they flood my system
I know that something is not right
I soon begin my agonizing fight
they will not come out
ignoring my horrified shouts
I'm too full of fear
not enough courage when the onlookers snear
Where is my love who has helped me heal?
What have I done, and is it real?
I'm nothing more than a ripple in the ocean.
I took my life to save another.
Sala Samobójców
@The Suicide Room is where I cancel all hate.
@The Suicide Room is where I cleared my slate.
@The Suicide Room is where I sealed my Fate.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
I'm calling you out, fear
You're always near
In my head, in my dreams
I don't even know what living means
My thoughts should not be a hiding place
But it's the only place I find silence
The fact that I might dream is no consolation
They make me see terror and realization
I realize that life is pain
And I hide away along with my shame
I'm calling you out fear
To slap off your snear
You coward who stops us from living
I think you should be leaving
You're not welcomed here
We've got dreams to dream
Things to see
Songs to sing
Joy to bring
To a world that's broken
Words of love that have been unspoken
We are a generation
That needs to bring them motivation
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
Will I have any grace after tonight.
Will the intrigue of the day get me by.
Can I stand up for what I feel is right.
Can I let go of all the pain and scars.
For I know, each and every day without you.
Keeps tearing at my most grateful heart.
For I know, that no matter what I go through.
Living without you has been the hardest part.
Will I find the grace to leave without a wimper or snear.
Will the magic you've left me materialize.
Can the day be greeted with sweet cheer.
Can my heart be softened, more like I can recognize.
Or just left out like before.
Saying they can't accept what's been placed.
Open hole, cover up the floor.
Just where the unnameable are placed...
Let me find the grace.
T L H Joyner 9/17
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
The ocean is your love,
Not what you think at all,
And you’re an animal,
To choose to fly or fall.
A dove, so born, you be,
Safe in a nest well built,
No lean, nor slant, nor tilt,
The branches, leaves, all stiff,
Precarious on - a cliff.
As far as you can see,
The ocean stretches out,
You might be one to doubt,
To jump into the wind,
And trust your fate destined.
Yet the farther now
You’re from ocean low
Deeper into love
Destined fall will prove.
Some learn to fly and glide,
Above the waters fierce,
Above the waves so soft,
Above the rising tide.
Yet should a storm loom near,
Its rain so sharp to pierce,
Even your wings aloft,
Would succumb to the fall you fear.
And as you fall, you think,
Why did I ever fear
To fall this dreaded fall
The wind does snear and leer,
But it does not hurt at all.
Indeed it feels, you think,
As though you have begun,
With heaven wings now new
A journey much more fast and fun.
And as the blue wide sea,
Comes flying fast at you,
You think that it must be,
All you’ve wished for too.
Sometimes the fall is different,
And starts with just a tumble down,
As though it weren’t first sight,
The accident of – a clown.
But in the end you splash,
And lunge, and plunge, and crash,
Into the water deep,
To hide the tears you weep,
Of joy and sorrow too,
For love has come to you.
You sink and watch the sea,
A fish of gold is there,
And asks you quietly,
To swim, oh, would you care?
And should you say “I do”
A bird no more you be,
To swim without air you,
In love, a fish must be!
From there you may not fall,
But that is what love is,
If there you cannot swim,
Things are not right at all.
The sorry sorry bird,
The tells the gold fish “Nay”,
Must struggle straggled up,
And climb up from a bay.
Onto land and back to life,
Of bird and gill-less soul,
You could not take the strife,
Of swimming in that blue sea bowl.
But hope is not yet lost,
You might fall down into
The sea once more again,
To feel the thrill of being two,
And losing wings is little cost.
You might afear the sea,
And climb up far above,
But high as you may be,
If once you miss a step and fall
You will fall deeper into love,
Then hadn’t you climbed at all.
But love is not the fall,
No – no – not at all,
The ocean is your love,
Are you a fish, or dove?
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
What do you do when you have everyone to turn to
No one to listen
Who will help in times of need
When you need love and advice not action
When you need emotional support
Not the physical kind
When your heart is broken
Only willing to heal with patience and time
When your heart is scourned and demeaned
Forced into using its last box of bandaids
The last roll of duct tape
The last drips of paper machè and super glue
When there's no time to mourn
Only push forward
Achieving nothing
Always nothing feeling ashamed
Feeling broken, behind, lazy and unrefined
First a splinter
Then a crack
A short shatter later
Now your back
No more tips or tricks or tools
Just a thudding
A muddling
A hollow pounding with every step
A heavy being with a heavy soul
A shattered heart with nowhere to go
Turning slowly to dust with every punch to your beast
Nowhere to turn
Nowhere to run
Welcomed by the shadow of love,trust and support
Only to be trapped by the judgmental snear Reflected in your broken tears
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC