"sniffle" poems
Standing in the sand, smelling salty waters,
Of the Caribbean seas, through the cold vibrant breeze.
Watching all the tall, happy, swaying coco nut trees,
And when you sniffle a little of the bake and shark it makes you want to sneeze.
Then take a walk in our rivers and cook up a curry *** or stew,
With fish coo coo and a little calla-loo.
and you take a bite and you taste buds and glands spring water of the delicious flavors that makes you say mhmmm.
Afterwards you can visit the reefs and see the dancing colors of the under water reefs,
Of the Caribbean seas, where I'm from and would always love to be.
But tho forget, it's Carnival time so come in your costumes and with your coolers because you're coming out to fete,
And tho forget, when you step out on "D" road of jouvert morning until night listen to the Soca music,
And let it rap you up and run through your ears with melodies that will make you want to bep.
Oh yes the Caribbean dream, where every man's a king and every woman's a queen.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
I shake and people worry
I pretend I'm normal and okay
but inside I'm dead
and while I have my normal mask on
they treat me like I am a person
not some depressed, psychopath
when I am normal to them
they hug me and this feels like ants
they touch my shoulder i shutter
it all fuels my anxiety
my leg begins to shake
my mind begins to race
I hear every noise in the crowed
it fuels it from
the sniffle to
the bobby pin that fell out of her hair
the world is so loud
the words in the world come to me so negatively
maybes gives me no hope
when people tell me I'm alright
**** when I tell myself I'm okay and I'm not
laughter makes me want to give up on every thing
its the one thing I would give the world to do again
is real laughter
a smile that is not fake
because I know that I'm broken
when people think I'm normal it scares me
and i don't know how normal people do it
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Alone
That's how I feel very often
Sitting here on my own
Til the day I'm in my coffin
Double crossers run they mouth more than water in a faucet
And these ratchet *** hoes only want what's in my pocket
Foreal
All these fake *** ****** claiming they yo friend
But in the end everybody know its just pretend
Unlike the demons that I see in every empty room
And the reasons why the world is stressed from work and shrooms
Every season 50 people on Milwaukee news
Dying cuz they tryna find a way to get around the rules
And it's funny
Well it's really kinda stunning
Cuz they tryna make that money
To see they kids make it out of school
Now ig they'll never see that day.
Why ?
Cuz they died tryna get paid.
Wow.
They lived for the same thing they died for.
Blood drips and now they the one that millions cry for.
But last week he was knocking on every single door
Asking for donations for his child and nothing more
But they snickered and lied on they doorstand
And now they sniffle and cry for this poor man
The three types of people that I mentioned before
Are the same people behind all those knocked doors
The double crossers were friends that wanted new friends
The ratchet *** was his unsupportive girlfriend
The fake guy
Was every person that cried
When they found out that he died
But mocked him while he was alive
I don't want those kind of people around me
That's why I claim my loneliness so proudly
That's why I'm lonely in this world with no poise
Yes I'm alone. But loneliness is my choice.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
When the wordly things get all the glory
You tend to live a life that's unholy.
Facing the life's painful reality.
Fight againt wicked principalities
Losing your sense of morality.
As you are procrastinating about Learning your biblical A...B...C's
You are counting up your salary
When you should be counting all of God's promises like 1...2...3..
Thats when it begins to Spread like an deadly ****** transmitted Disease
First its sniffle and a sneeze
Next is a cough and a wheeze
Then you'll Barely be able to breathe
Knocking you to your knees
Begging God, "Please Heal Me"
Praying desperately For His Mercy
Then the STD forcefully will begin to tightly squeeze.
Till it becomes an Infection that attacks your every function flowing like a virus.
This sickness removes the color from life and leave you like eyes with damaged to the nerves, pupil and Iris.
This happens when you Subtract Christ from your life like a math equation involving minus.
Being sticken with this ailment will deprives us, If we dont let Christ take the wheel to Drive and guide us.
This Infirmity is very cancerous
It will impact your 6 senses Just like the Symbol for The Eye Of Horous.
Because we are individuals who are like sponges, filled with holes, absorbant and yet very porous.
Beneath the fleshly being lies a spirit
Crying out for help can you hear it?
This deficiency will leave you Shivering from the Chill of it's swift wind's cold breeze
The very thought of this illness makes the soul freeze
Once it realizes it has a contracted a Spiritually Transmitted Disease.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I
On a little piece of wood,
Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood;
Mrs. Sparrow sate close by,
A-making of an insect pie,
For her little children five,
In the nest and all alive,
Singing with a cheerful smile
To amuse them all the while,
Twikky wikky wikky wee,
Wikky bikky twikky tee,
Spikky bikky bee!
II
Mrs. Spikky Sparrow said,
'Spikky, Darling! in my head
'Many thoughts of trouble come,
'Like to flies upon a plum!
'All last night, among the trees,
'I heard you cough, I heard you sneeze;
'And, thought I, it's come to that
'Because he does not wear a hat!
'Chippy wippy sikky tee!
'Bikky wikky tikky mee!
'Spikky chippy wee!
III
'Not that you are growing old,
'But the nights are growing cold.
'No one stays out all night long
'Without a hat: I'm sure it's wrong!'
Mr. Spikky said 'How kind,
'Dear! you are, to speak your mind!
'All your life I wish you luck!
'You are! you are! a lovely duck!
'Witchy witchy witchy wee!
'Twitchy witchy witchy bee!
Tikky tikky tee!
IV
'I was also sad, and thinking,
'When one day I saw you winking,
'And I heard you sniffle-snuffle,
'And I saw your feathers ruffle;
'To myself I sadly said,
'She's neuralgia in her head!
'That dear head has nothing on it!
'Ought she not to wear a bonnet?
'Witchy kitchy kitchy wee?
'Spikky wikky mikky bee?
'Chippy wippy chee?
V
'Let us both fly up to town!
'There I'll buy you such a gown!
'Which, completely in the fashion,
'You shall tie a sky-blue sash on.
'And a pair of slippers neat,
'To fit your darling little feet,
'So that you will look and feel,
'Quite galloobious and genteel!
'Jikky wikky bikky see,
'Chicky bikky wikky bee,
'Twikky witchy wee!'
VI
So they both to London went,
Alighting on the Monument,
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop,
Into Moses' wholesale shop;
There they bought a hat and bonnet,
And a gown with spots upon it,
A satin sash of Cloxam blue,
And a pair of slippers too.
Zikky wikky mikky bee,
Witchy witchy mitchy kee,
Sikky tikky wee.
VII
Then when so completely drest,
Back they flew and reached their nest.
Their children cried, 'O Ma and Pa!
'How truly beautiful you are!'
Said they, 'We trust that cold or pain
'We shall never feel again!
'While, perched on tree, or house, or steeple,
'We now shall look like other people.
'Witchy witchy witchy wee,
'Twikky mikky bikky bee,
Zikky sikky tee.'
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The glass of wine spins on sins
Encircling the royal roulette
All rotating on a hamster wheel
Pinned on canvas and illusional walls
So tiny in errors and unbalanced books
Unaccounted annotated distributions
Twisting hands on colluded coils
Deeper projections from the heart
An eruption of the social notions
Extracted on the paradise of life
For no truth echoes authenticity
Eccentrically finding a lived reality
Plato symposiums and simulacrums
Pavlov trails of social conditioning
Sampled in tented objectifications
Functioning within the invisible rules
We sniffle as we expose the false actuality
Reactive explosions from robust heat
Unloaded rods dancing under the moon
In our tenderness rejecting the paradigm
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 1:03 PM UTC
there was a little bear he lived in the wood
he was well behaved and always very good
always used his manners just as he was tought
and for every body he always had a thought.
one day in the woods as he was passing by
suddenly from no where he heard a little cry
he moved a little closer so he could hear the pitch
there he saw an hedgehog who had fallen in a ditch
he was very sad and he began to cry
followed by a sniffle and a great big sigh
dont worry said the bear i know what to
i will get a branch and hand it down to you
bear he got the branch from a fallen tree
handed it to hedgehog to climb up and be free
hedgehog he got out to the forest floor
happy once again he was free once more
hedgehog thanked the bear and went along his way
now there the best of friends bear had saved the day.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
My love for him,
Is greater then,
my love for myself,
He has wiped away tears,
Shed for the past year,
I name him tissue box boy,
Because of you can sit,
And here all my ****
Your a used tissue,
But I love you,
But I can't **** you,
Pull out your Kleenex now,
Because of a guy,
Who did things to me,
You let me cry,
on your shoulder,
Because you tell me he was,
Wrong and always will be,
And I sniffle more,
Because you hold me,
When I need it and it's a lot,
And I wet your shirt,
Because you don't care,
I may never **** you,
And you may cry now too,
But you don't need that,
To love me,
And I stop crying for a minute,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
And you just love me,
And hold me,
Because love isn't about,
Physicalness it's love,
And with that,
You reply your empty box,
For next time.
Tissue box boy.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Blowing in the wind
Making us sniffle
The beginning of life
Growth from the bottom
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
she's been staring at blank pages
tapping her pencil against the desk
shaking her foot
she's been staring at blank pages
lost for inspiration.
she's started to cry
late at night
sometimes in the day
she's got a weight on her chest
she overwhelmed with emotions.
She's been filling up those blank pages
pencil swishing back and forth
paintings
drawings
poems
stories
each tear drop
a new chapter
every sniffle
a stroke of the brush
overjoyed to produce lovely work
dying from the pain
loathing the necessity
that artists
need to be miserable
in some way
or another
to be great
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
Cold wet toes hug the sandpaper edge
of the Tall Diving Board, a most terrible ledge
But the plastic and rusted beams buckle and creak
Along with your knees-- they are feeling quite weak.
Everything's swaying, the pool and the sky
Your hands both are shaking and you wonder why
You thought you could jump. It all seems so silly
You thought you were brave, but up here, you know really
You're just like they said you would be.
You lift you foot trying to face off this dread
right over the edge of the board, but instead
of stepping off, you move backwards. And then
your other foot follows it downwards again.
Inching back, and hanging your head from the shame,
your feet grip the grooves on the steps just the same
as the last time you thought you were brave.
Then you freeze, and you frown. All the kids gathered on the ground
could not stop you with mocking from coming back down
But your mom, shouting out from the shade of the sides
speaks to you louder than fear or than pride
"You can do it, I know!" and you manage a frown
and a stubborn resolve not to walk to the ground
but to swim! And you struggle back up to the top
the gritty board scraping, the phrase "belly flop!"
taunting you from the children below; and your brow
is furrowed, your teeth clench--the moment is now!
A sniffle, slight stumble, the bending of knees,
You know you can show them--don't belly flop, please!
and you push, one last time-- any time you could stop
at the edge once again, at the diving board top
But you don't!
And it's over.
A splash is your prize
your ears ring, your nose stings,
But you jumped off the diving board.
And now you can do it again.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
(A List Of Apologies To My Parents)
I am sorry for throwing up in the sink today
I am sorry that I find it hard to talk
I am sorry for the chills that penetrate my body off and on
I am sorry for whimpering and rasping my complaints
I am sorry that I sniffle every minute
Or blow my nose with ****** tissues rapidly
I am so sorry for feeling hot and cold both
I am sorry that you can sense my misery
I am so sorry that I find it difficult to eat or drink
Due to a sore throat and even nausea at times
I am sorry for feeling ready to give up any second
I am so sorry for everything
That I have done wrong during
My miserable bout of influenza
~Marian~
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
did you crumble against a wall
did you fall to your knees
or did you stay standing numb
when you cry do you sniffle and scream
or do you hold it in
till blackness consumes you at night
I wouldn't know
Because I will never be a causation
But I've broken enough hearts I could guess
I may not know how you hurt
But I do know your eyes
cried my tears
every time your heart was broken
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
(Extra characters: Friend 1 Friend 2 )
A chat about who you like?
That's something I don't wanna hear!
But secretly I'm glued to your every word,
It's just so frustrating!
"What's wrong?" "Nothing"
I know the reason why I'm this uneasy,
And it just doesn't stop bothering me...
Please forgive the fact that I've fallen for you,
But as for the courage to tell you,
I just don't have it,
Since the only thing's true,
Are these feelings...
Sorry but... 'Thud'
I can't cheer for you! Hope it doesn't go well!
The worst thing, you could wish for someone else,
Like this I'm cheering so badly,
With this terrible personality...
"This is bad, we gotta get you to the nurse's office!"
"Sniffle, Sniffle"
"Man your nose is bleeding!? Are you ok!?"
"You're crying... it was a nice play!"
"That's not... I just said, I'm not cr... 'sob' "
"Come on, don't cry just cause you made a face-block!"
"I'm not crying at all... STOP THAT!"
I shout while they carry me in a weird way.
"Good morning! You got some bed hair you know?"
T'was the first thing I was able to say,
Hiding your flustered face you said, "It's a secret!"
Gah, saying it like that is unfair!
My everyday seemed to be floating in air!
The two stars form a supernova,
The world is so lively!
I'm a **** who hopes that the person you like,
Already loves someone else.
"It's hopeless isn't it?" "I know right?"
"I know..." Just talking to myself,
This isn't good, not one bit!
Being jealous, I'm down on my knees,
This intense feeling just won't let me be at ease.
I wanna talk to you...
I'm gonna look for you...
I want to have you for myself!
"I have something I want to tell you,"
"Later after school, at 4:10 pm in this classroom right here."
The beating of my heart just won't stop ringing
Trying to endure a bit like this...
You nodded...
You know, if ever, you would go out with me,
I'd show you that I could,
Make you smile every single day.
A good luck charm said,
Five minutes before the deed.
Here I go...
"would you have me?"
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
let me intensify the outside for you
to nullify the agony in your head
drink up, shoot up, snort it all
and i'll watch eagerly as your
pupils contract, veins constrict
as it sets in, and then
the concentration, oversaturation
of color and sensation, the distortion
of time and of your entire reality-
isn't this better than dreaming?
on stimulants, everything is wonderful
the bricks are beautiful until you hit them
the bruises are gorgeous until you remember the pain
and even then,
they're just colors blooming upon your skin
pause for a moment of clarity
retreat from waking reverie and rediscover
the mess you're in- an instant
almost-sober and everything rushes
back like a bullet train and
you just want to take that last-
stop
don't think like that
ignore the impulse
enjoy this while it lasts
squeeze every drop of euphoria from this
you'll be back down soon enough
you don't need to jump
sniffle a little now
didn't realize your nose was leaking
substance trying to escape
your voracious appetite
inhale violently, hope there's something left
-stop grinding your teeth
-you didn't even notice you were doing it,
did you
you weren't conscious of your surroundings
until you were knee-deep in this
i've created an addict of you now
as he did to me with that single monday,
that one high- he stopped, but i
couldn't
i was hooked and i don't blame him
he didn't know my history, my tendency
to find escape mechanisms and explore them
until it and i are both desecrated and desolate-
i just want to stop feeling for a while-
for as long as possible-
the future is irrelevant when you're out of your head
it was depressing in there anyways
responsibility doesn't exist when you're up in the clouds
it's only there when you come down,
so why come down at all?
my natural state
was lower than this grave.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
sometimes love can be evil
but don't get discouraged don't blame all us people
deceitful to trust and be mad when it's lost
you are the giver taker and receiver
you make your losses
and you chance your tosses
until you are dead you are your own believer
your own lovely keeper
no maids for your mess you are the only sweeper
use swiffer be swifter don't sniffle don't fall
don't let the dust get in your cracks on the wall
hang up some paintings a picture or four
each of your memories stick them in drawers
no room for bad company kick out remorse
open their door
vacuum the floor
clear out your vents
and make way for what's more
spring cleaning is fun
isnt clutter a bore?
not knowing what's here, and never getting much more
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
#Kabuki monstrosities of cute
*White snivel, and children who sniffle as they walk.
The containers used for oil. Little sparrows*
**shopping-malls of Shinto reactors
tsunamis of Hello-Kitty schoolgirl ****
*Pretty, white chicks who are still not fully fledged
and look as if their clothes are too short for them*
**tiny plates of aesthetically-arranged trivialities
meaningless Engrish phrases on T-Shirts**
Last year’s paper fan. A night with a clear moon
One needs a particularly beautiful fan for some special occasion
**in herd-like apathy, they download Anime Girlfriend App
the robotic allure of the Orient defined**
*To wash one’s hair, make one’s toilet, and put on scented robes
An earthen cup. A new metal bowl. A rush mat*
cramped restaurant-bars with detailed replicas of food#
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
So whats ya problem she shouts as I sit there sniffling in me own little world
Man cold ......I whisper
Uhhh is the response
Take some drugs and crack on I hear
Did she not hear me
MAN COLD .......
The slow shuffle from my seat to the kitchen creates a groan
Even the dog looks at me sad
Man cold ....... I whisper
I'm sure I see him smile
Pheerrrr
GIVE ME DRUGS .......
Ahhhh ...back I go to the safety of my chair in a walk so remote from my normal bounce
Man cold ...I whimper
Blanket ready for a tissue overload
Remote cuddled and ready for the daytime dross TV
Man cold ............
Sympathy found they crowd round me to leave me unattended
kissed from afar ...I'm ready
Man cold .....party
All alone the switch is flicked I'm up and dancing
Man cold... prancing
Video games ....It's FIFA time
No pots I'll wash nor face to brush
It's beer o clock lets party rock
Man cold .......
The toll is heard, my blanket wrapped to a weary sound from a snuffly head
I'm back she calls with sympathy shots
How ya feeling
Man cold ...I whisper...
Oh bless you please Ill look after you now
A cup of tea ...she is my hero
Man cold ......
Remember guy's don't shout it out
Man cold rocks there is no doubt
Just keep it quiet when she does sniffle
You know the drill
Don't blow the whistle
OK love
Just going to the pub for a couple
Will you be alright ....!!!!
Yeah ...I won't be long!!!
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
again your words garner tears
i am fought from within
between wretched smiles aching with the shame of words i've shared
listened to, copied, written, "shared"
and yet never truly shared
those doors are gone: i have shared
and one has listened, shining love as hot to bear as sun...
refracted in my tears the warmth
is as a solar flare of unexpected love--
distrusts flung of self for undeserving care,
i waver-wallow, sing another cracking grasp,
slurp my sniffle-ramen soup to comfort ten-year wounds
all open now, shining, wincing in the sun.
i would bare my bones, it seems,
in urgent need to stamp the world an honest love.
what have i waited for? better words to come and scare us into final sum?
a final balance done, as if a math could send us there?
where? where has the daylight gone and come?
how old this starlight sinking from
i try to laugh and fail,
giving fame another final finger-flipping off
as that one girl said once, long forgotten, "cradling
her last fledgling flying ****
and kissing it on to fated final flight"
yes. discovered now by one, i heal in single sun
i beg from those in shade or hurting from my blindest words a balm
a balm of knowing deep i seek to undiscover harm...
a balm of knowing deep the wholesome love of self that overflows to all...
Mokume told me, "love them" as i struggled with their hate,
he asked my love as to her love for me,
he asked me of my love i held for her--and which was more,
the love of self or love of her
and so i wavered in the meanings love has come to bear
while he taught stridently the meaning of Yoruba masks,
the bowl atop the symbol-studded head
the brims so overfull they shower all who look,
or dare to touch its bursting river-majesty
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Im supposed to be your friend.
I'm horrible, appalling, horendous.
I'm terrible for liking the boy you're in love with.
I should be shunned, hung, overall hated.
Sniffle I hate myself.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
She didn't want spring,
she wanted autumn.
She wanted
the butterscotch leaves
snuggling the curbs
and porky pumpkins
with fire for a heart.
She wanted autumn
even when underground,
where seasons are unseen
except in the snow
sprinkled in a man's hair,
or heard, a sneeze and a sniffle
into a flimsy tissue.
She wanted autumn back,
like a first kiss over again,
like a childhood memory
flipped to the front of her mind
to stay there,
a vicious, intense red.
But she was stuck in spring,
writing about Octobers,
what happened back then,
how it opened like a flower,
and whether come next year
the season will breathe
orange again.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
the silence is deafening
the tendrils of words you wish to hear spoken but get nothing other than those glistening eyes staring right at you like you're nothing but a sad movie ending she just can't move past
you hope to hear something back, just one word but all you hear is that silence,
it screams louder than anything you've ever heard
because you can't hear it
it radiates within you, pulling at the very fibers keeping you together and slowly pulling them apart like a seamstress starting over on a sweater she couldn't get just right
it rumbles like the sound of the limitless expanse of the roaring ocean tides
drowning out anything other than the subtle breaths catching like a kid left in the cold for too long starting to sniffle and wheeze
you wish you could say something
anything to end this awful torment but even your words come out as nothing but a silent whisper
heard by nobody
you don't believe in a God but you pray for some sort of noise to come along and cause a ripple in this ****** up game of statues where you mimic each other
both desperately clinging to the little sanity left inside while internally you're breaking and you can feel piece by piece falling apart
just like the window on your neighbors old house when you threw that ball a little too hard
or when she said I love you for the first time and you felt the walls of your barrier crumbling away
replaced by a feeling you could never get enough of
until it stopped
she said it less
you're walls rebuilt
the distance becoming immeasurable
willing those walls to just come down
setting up demolition at the bottom of every nook and crevice of that ******* wall, trying to do the same to them as they did the Berlin wall
but after the smoke and ash clear from your mind you realize
that wall has now doubled, standing higher than you could ever reach past
completely isolating you in a way you never felt possible
and that was the moment you noticed most just how much
the silence is deafening.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
You sniffle so gently like a whisper or a kiss
But it hit me and it brings me here again
Its always been so easy to shrug
cold and co dependent
to enjoy the emptiness
cold and defenseless
ive seen this
To flourish in lifes absence
And i still dont understand
Ive been this for more than you or i can fathom
So gently like a whisper or a kiss
You sniffle
it brings me here again
But it hits me
Its always been this easy
to flourish in lifes absence
cold and co dependent
Cold and defenseless
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:38 PM UTC