"sneek" poems
She Doesn't know how I feel about her,
Her smile, her laugh, her eyes
it all blows me away
When I look at her,
it leaves me in awe on how one human being,
can be so mesmerizing
taking me and engulfing me
into a moment of beauty and wonder
She Doesn't know I sneek peeks at her
just to see her bright smile,
She Doesn’t know I adore her
from the way she crinkles her nose
to the way she laughs at stupid little things
She Doesn't know I thank god for her presence every day
because every little thing she does brightens up my day
She Doesn't know she's part of the reason I enjoy life so much
She Doesn't know I think about her when i'm alone and gloomy
She Doesn’t know the reason behind my smile,
when I look at her
She Doesn't know I constantly sit and think
aspiring to find
someone as amazing as her to call my own
She Doesn’t know how i feel about her,
…….simply because I can't find a way to tell her
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a can of raineer beer (if he really goes there) ill never ask him.
This is how lastcall always takes place: a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager. ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers. He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach. Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home. Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies ( a red head)
He charges like arhino. Hes a animal without areason to **** But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening. Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our bull **** stories. We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.
He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair. Every one of his is angry patrons drink until the switch flickers the message ( crawl home bfore the cops fish with dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot. (Searching for fake DW'S) each of themshine a britemaglite until the last car disapears still swerving like a skunk ptetending to hide in the storm gutters.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
theres a blackbird in my garden he has yellow beak. and into my garden i sit and watch him sneek.
he loves to hop along in between the plants . then he has a chirp and does a funny little dance.
then he starts to dig with his yellow beak. digs into the soil for a worm that he might seek.
he jumps on to the birdhouse hoping for a feed for his favourite meal lots and lots of seed.
when hes finished eating he seems to wave goodbye then i sit and watch him disappear up in to the sky .
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 7:54 AM UTC
finding serenity in this place
if only for a second
is like catching a cold
if you dont pay attention,
it just might sneek up on you
you can try to find it,
but most of the time you wont
you will keep searching like the eagle in the sky
If you find serenity in this place
consider yourself lucky
YOU are one of the lucky ones.
either that
or you're trying too hard.
you see, serenity should come
out of thin air.
like the wind in your hair.
you shouldnt search for it
It should come.
Those who do search
become so immersed in a perfect world,
that they cant get out
so im changing my mind
I am a lucky one.
Im not going to find serenity,
im going to wait for it to happen.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
Your my anatomy antidote. Mentor, a friend to the broken. You know I'm not a prodigy. But honestly you've always believed in me. In perfect peacei dream of the secrets in store. At utopia door. I wish I could sneek. To this place of harmony. In a waterfall in a rainbow. There are gumdrops. And Beauty. So much love. Walking in a fog of colors.
Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land.
Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. There are sins cast down. In the mist of the ocean. As the blue tide comes in it washes them all away.Forgiven and forgotten are our past mistakes. Here Emotions. settle and don't rot in the sun. The ocean is full of water you breathe under. And there are no bugs. Only the ones that benefit us by fluttering by with vibrant wings. This is my mission to touch this utupia that many have called heaven. At the gate of destiny.
Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land. Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. They call this place magic with grace. And theres a canal filled with unfamous greats. Anyone can swim in just for enjoyment. Lifes great cause here it lasts forever, never ending.
.And there's no disease that sends you to the grave. And when he gave his life away. He gained the world it's victory. Because. Of this humble servant I can honestly say I believe. I believe. Beleive i am saved. When he bled on the cross. He took my heart and mended it into clay. So he could mold a perfect being. Out of sinful me. Beautiful flawed l. Chorus Onward we walk. Together we stand. Forward we soar to the promise land We lift our swords to slay the beasts that live here in this human air. And on the beach we will dance a soldiers victory prance. From here you can Look at the sky. Feel the heat on your skin. Hold the sand just to watch it slip. Stare near the clouds see the gulls float. With perfect unity they land in unison. Reminding me that there's is even better above the clouds and in the heavans.
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 6:00 PM UTC
The bartender a europa server leaves me a shot of liquid propane.
He moves past every silver dollar forgetting about the meaning
of whskey and bull dogs.
I watch cody a young university of washington student sneek In a can of raineer beer (if he really goes there) ill never ask him.
This is how lastcall always takes place: a drunken masqerader our friend johnny
Drops his wallet and kills a shot of jager. ( are we drunk enouph yet)
I order a taco and gain three hundread pounds tonight.
Master of the pitchers. He still dreams of being a physical thearpist ( he failed trying to take over for Dyrile). His new tall order of a job makes my anticipated buzz weaker.
Im tired of these long dresses opening up and spilling all over the dance floor ( the dj warned her not to)
Our ladies still mention bach. Inside of her purse hides a mystery knovel.
Tueday means a victory at home. Every player utters pride of being a regular.
We sink the black eight ball knowing the bouncer gets in the way of ourdrunk enemies ( a red head)
He charges like arhino. Hes a animal without areason to kill. But the bouncer prevents his six year jail sentence from ever happening. Bexause were all forgiven like helpless bar rags trying to dry out before the mold and mildew
contaminate our bull **** stories. We all speak easily after the brooklyn dodgers turn every blue and white hat around the five head.
He wont show us how the airforce cut his hair. Every one of his is angry like drini until the switch flicker themessage ( crawl home bforetheco9s fishwith dynamite) in the ruston pqarking lot.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
theres a blackbird in my garden he has yellow beak. and into my garden i sit and watch him sneek.
he loves to hop along in between the plants . then he has a chirp and does a funny dance.
then he starts to dig with his yellow beak. digs into the soil for a worm that he might seek.
he jumps on to the birdhouse hoping for a feed for his favourite meal lots and lots of seed.
when his eating finished. he waves and says goodbye
as he flies away.in to the bright blue sky
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
Realizing you ain't the mistake
The mistake is what they hate
****** tryna put others down
When the ***** thats a ***** is you when the time comes around
To sneek at night killing ****** left and right
Ripping out the eyes so there would be nothing in sight
Cause ************ stay blind
Rather stay quite then open up there minds
This world is so lame without the fame being played like a game
Put down in shame
Looking for life yes I am the seeker
To find love and that beautiful creature
On a sunny day where theres still rain
Should be happy but theres still pain
Of the love when we make chemistry
I wouldn't be surprised if your ***** fell in love with me.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Mark’s hands are grooved by ***** handles
grown on trees in the garden. He fastens bundles
and plains the best, saves leftovers for autumn piles.
The forks and tangles become a bonfire
where his children pull on woollen ears, spin red cheeks
with tumbling songs, watch Mark butter tinfoil spuds.
The children sneek off into adulthood and play catch
with a gilt wooden box, the pick of the grain
from the trees in the garden where a new ***** fills in gaping holes.
The box throws out branches in a cobwebbed cupboard.
Green hands with grooves droop in summer
then yellow and fall in the middle of autumn.
The bottom of the cupboard mulched with bones
and the children’s cheeks still burn.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 10:38 AM UTC
Walking in da room
I don need to make no noisse
I am da noisee
And I speek loud
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
I Dont Want To Love You,
I Mean You No Harm,
I Wish I Hadnt Fallen For You,
Am Sorry I Lied.
You Left Me Unwanted, You Left Me With Teary Eyes,
I Took You For Granted Am Sorry My Love,
Our Love Was A Disaster It Wasnt That Sweet,
We Knew It Since That Last Time You Let Her Sneek In,
Forgive Me My Loving,
Forgive My Unfair,
But Truly I Remember What You Said,
That She Was The Best In Bed,
I ******* Hate The Fact That You Threw My Love Away!
So Goodbye My Love,
Goodbye I Swear,
I Am Bettter Off Without Anyone That,
Thinks I Will Shed A Tear.
Goodbye.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
i was in a shell
a dark, vast shell
filled with a tiny little me
the taunting voices
and of course,
darkness.
the voices spoke
and like i said
they taunted me much
i hated it
and i often wonder
in this dark shell
how do i know what to hate
when i know so little
of what there is to like.
then one day
the dark shell cracked
and light flooded in
a shell that was seemingly solid
was beginning to crack
by the people outside
but then again how did i know
they were people?
how did i even figure there was a world outside
when all this while the shell was the only
place i'd been?
but the best thing about the crack
the best thing that came with the crack
was the flooding light
its warmth
its luminiscence
its existance in the shell
the light embraces me,
causes me to feel safe
curious
hungry
hope
unsure
acknowledged.
i hunger more for the light
i try to break out
for it meant freedom
now how i knew that
once again i dont know
it's just blind faith
but the voices
sometimes they pull me back
but i'm fighting
i want that light
i want to get out
to know
to experience
to be alive
to be loved
for i already feel the sneek peak of it
and i want more.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
I was 16 going on seventeen
Wanting more than I could have
Dreaming of places I never seen
But being held back from my dad
So I would sneek out with no shoes on my feet
Just makin sure that the floor wouldn't creek
He would always ask where I had went
How much gas was burnt , how much money was spent
Mother would cry and my father would glare
But my two older brothers never seemed to care
So I'm leaving this life , if you want to call it that
And I'm hoping one day when my words hit the air
That I'll make a good living, And won't loose all My hair
And I wish that my choice is the right one to make
So show me the way. Cause it's never to late
And those dreams that I had when I was young
Always Seemed to sleep right off my tongue
But I have forgotten them
But they have not forgot me
So give me more time
Just wait and see
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
Like a lighting bolt
I strike quick
And I strike fast
And I hit deadly.
I'm not all bad, you see.
I have a heart.
Well I did before it was broken and beaten.
I have a soul.
For it is a bottomless pit of darkness.
A war wages in my mind.
Good Vs. Evil
But we already know which sides winning,
For I am already in your closet.
Waiting for you to come home.
I'll sneek into your kids room of you have any.
Trail my finger along there cheek,
Then snap thier pretty necks.
I'll drink their blood of course,
don't want it to go to waist.
Then I'll creep back into your room,
Quiet as can be.
I'll turn on your light,
You'll finally see me for me.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
No girl looks like an angel when they wake up
Unless your at a mans house
and sneek into his bathroom before he wakes up
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC