"sone" poems
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum behad khoobsurat **
Ye jo tumne akhon ke kajal ko b palko ki had me dal rakha hai.
In aankhon ne jane kitna kehar sambhal rakha hai.
Kya chamak hai aankho me jaise ek choti si khush duniya ka sapna paal rakha hai.
Socha cheru thoda tumhe or thoda sata du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum nazneen **
Phir kuch tumhare galon k un khaddo ki gehrayi dekhi.
Na us se gehri koi khaayi dekhi.
Nazar htane wala tha k us muskan ne rok lia..
Muje aj sambhalne se pehle tere chehre nadan ne rok lia.
Jane tumhe ye sab kehna lagta hai khata kyu.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum dilnashi **
Vo choti si kali bindi jo thik maathe k me kahi hai.
Vo b har shayar ko kheench rahi hai.
Jaise muje kehti ** idhar aao tumhe kano k jhumko ka pta du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum dalkashi **
Ye phir thode uljhe thode suljhe baal hai.
Inki to ada hi bemisal Hai
Tumhe tang karte hai.
Manmarji chalate hai jaise tujse jung karte hai.
Chere pe aate hai tum unhe phir peeche karti.
Kabhi clip se kabhi rubber se kheenche rakhti **
Kabhi aaye chehre pe to shayad main b hta du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum koi kehkasha **
Or vo sone ki nath ko koi
kaise taal sakta hai.
Jise tumne apni teekhi si naak me daal rakha hai.
Or kuch batein in sab se pare hai.
Tera chutkan sa Gussa hai jane tu kaise handle kare hai.
Phir vo pyari si hasi vo sharm haya vo bachpana vo nadaniya.
Samjhdari vo nasamjhi
Vo adayein vo shaitaniya.
Or sambko tumne brabar rakha hai.
Jane ye hisab kaise lagakar rakha hai.
Kya kehna hai kya sunna hai kya bolna hai kya btana.
Kab ruthna hai kab manana hai kab satana hai kab jatana hai.
Teri har ek choti moti khoobiyon ne dil me aatank macha rakha hu.
Jane tune kitne salo se khud ko ishq se bacha rakha hai.
Jane mujme kab se or kyu ye thode guroor k lakshan aaye hai
K tuje suna sabne hai samjh sirf hum paaye hai.
Tum jaisa or koi mere aas paas ni hai.
Phir kaise manliya jaye tum aam ladki ** tum me kuch khas nahi hai.
Ha aj maine ek kadam apne beech ki sarhad se thoda bahar aaya.
Tumne apna hunar azmaya tha vo pic dalke use shayri bnake maine apna hunar aazmaya hai.
ye padhke tum socho k inam du is shayar ko ya koi saza du.
Are tumhe dekha aj to lga ye sab tumhe bta du.
Haq hai nhi mera koi phir b thoda haq jata du ..
Or kehdu tum afreen **
Tum khoobsurat **
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
Maa, kya tj pta h
Tri beti ko yha kse jeena pdta h
Ghrpe tu jse mj jgati thi
To koi b chinta mj na satati thi
Yha tri bht yaad aati h
Pr phr b tri beti khud ko smjhati h
Sone k phle aakho se aasu aa HI jaata h
Kuki yha ka akelapan mj bht satata h
Bht jhoota h ye jha
Aasan ni rhna yha
Hr Mod pe ek nayi chunauti aa jati h
Mgr tu preshan mt **
Tri beti tjhko HI yaad krke sbka saamna kr paati h
Maa ku ni h tre jse sb
Kuki pta ni chlta kon yha dhoka DE jaaye kb
Or papa.. Tumhari pari tumko b bht yad krti h
Jb b tumhari yaad aati h.. Ye aakhe ro pdti h
Me tumko dikhati ni ki akeli hn ME yha
Plz tum mj le jaao na aap sbka saath mil ske jha
Ku wapus ni aa jaate vo din
Jb b tumahri pari preshan hoti thi
Uske saath uske Papa ki himmt hoti thi
Yha to bs roti rh jaati hn
Tumhara intezaar krti rh jaati hn
Koi b mere paas ni aata
Isliye kai baar dil sehem sa h jaata
Bhai.. Tri vo ladai yaad aati h
Jo mj rote wqt b hsa jati h
Or jb Tra, mera US trha dhyan rkhna yaad aata h
Vo hste wqt b mj rula jaata h
Is Hostel ki zindgi ne sbko door kr dia hai
Or Bs hr mode pe akela krke cchod dia hai
Kaash bdi HI na hoti ME
To ab b PAPA ki vhi pari HOTI ME
Maa ki vhi laado hoti ME
Bhai ki vhi shararti bhn hoti ME ..
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
Door kahin hokar khada jab dekhta huu mai duniya ko,
Kabhi khud ko dekhta hu kisi aur me,
To kabhi kisi aur me khud ko bhi dekh leta hu,
Kai rote hue chehre dikhte hai,
To kai tadapte hue dil bhi dekh leta hu,
Koi dikhta hai talabgaar khushiyon ka,
To kai baaar koi khushnuma manjar bhi dekh leta hu....
Door kahin hokar khada jab dekhta hu mai duniya ko,
Koi mehnat k baajar me pani pani hote dikhta hai,
To koi makhmali bistar pe aaram talab jindagi jeeta hai,
Koi chor hai makkar hai to koi in sabka gunah gaar hai,
To kai baar jindagi me imaandaar se bhi milta hu......
Door kahin hokar khada jab dekhta hu mai duniya ko,
Ghumte ghumte kai bar jab koi ghar dekh leta hu,
Chor bankar kabhi jab ghar k andar jhank leta hu,
Koi deewar tooti hui dikhti hai ,
To koi aalishan mahal bhi dekh leta hu,
Koi ghar hota hai jisme dikhte hai bhookhe nange,
To ghar kabhi har sukh suvidha ka praman bankar dekhta hu........
Door kahin hokar khada jab dekhta hu mai duniya ko,
Kai baar koi maan bache ko pyar karte dikhti hai,
To kabhi pet bharne k liye khud ko bhookha rakhne vali bhi dekh leta hu,
Koi mahal mai dekhta hu sone se madha,
To kai baar kisi ghar k bachon ko bhookh se bilakhta hua bhi dekh leta hu,
Dekhkar ye bahurang duniya k mai khud ko aur majboot bana leta hu,
Na gareeb khud ko aur na kabhi ameer bata pata hu,
Door kahin hokar khada jab dekhta hu mai duniya ko..
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
phir se bewajah...
Ek wajah ban jao
Tum aao..
Aa jao
Aur
baarish...
Mitti di khushboo...
Mein ek sawaan di galiyaan vich...
Ghumti yaadein...
Ek raat...
Aur gulaab ki talash...
Aur amber ne suni woh alfaaz...
Subhah...khilta...woh gulaab...
Aur oske dil ko kahi...
Unkahi..baat!
Par...
Ek lambi si judaai...
Jaadu ki duniya...
Aur kho gaye hum...
Bewajah...
Wajah dhoondhta e dil...
Ek wajah...
Bin soye... Sone ki koshish karta
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Ky ** tum,.
Princess ** tum meri.
Jaan ** tum meri.
Har khushi ki bajah ** tum.
Meri har har baat tumse shuru hoti hai or tum pe khatam.
Mera har morng tumse start hoti hai.
Or har raat tum pr khatm.
Tumhare bin to main apni lyf imagine bhi ni kr pata.
Main to humesha k lye Sone ko bhi ready hu.
Kyoki jo(Aap) sapne me mera apna hai.
Wahi aankh khulte hi srf ek supna hai.
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#SmArTy...
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Angelic demons
Loaded with hives
Of violence and blood
A rash of tribes
Infected
Dissected
Inflected with sin
Built to lose
Broken to win
God is with us
In the end
To the darkness
We descend
This job is not ours
We did it for hours
Brick by brick
We built a wall
And then the third took a fall
We were on the rack
Never going back
On the rack
Never going back
Exit hell
Don't pass go
Paid in blood
Real slow
We saw red
Thousands dead
Needed a sacrifice
Something to gain
So they wouldn't be in pain
We fought in vain
Nothing but vanity
Murderous sanity
Forgive me father
For diminishing this sanctity
That you helped create
They pricked our lips
I poisoned the state
This fear means they won
Every victory
They gain unamerican sone
They are on the rack
We are back
On the rack
We are back
Back to hell
Where the blood swells
With good intentions
And no dissension
Security not guaranteed
If we are freed
We have no hope no will
Just buckets of pain and swill
Don't fight for the right
Fight for the pain
Fight for the fallen and the slain
Send them in pieces to their maker
Until you to are a husk
A baker
Of suffering and pain
Of bodies lain
Down in the name of hate
Our appetites will not sate
We will not satisfy
Until that desert is spread
Over the whole globe
We will only testify
Of the strobe
Of ashes and ashes
Dust to dust
These beliefs we once held
Sharpened with rust
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Aajkal Bolna hota hai kuch merko
Par kuch aur hi bol jata hu me
Aajkal hasta sabke saath hu me
Bas tumhare saath hi muskura pata hu me
Aajkal harr raat sone toh jata hu me
Par sapno me tumhari awaz sunke uth jata hu me
Aajkal ek hi gane ko sau baar sunta hu me
Phir kyu tumko soch kar sau gane likh jata hu me
Aajkal hota toh me yehi pe hu
Par kissi aur ke khayalo me doob jata hu me
Aajkal raaste toh bahut leta hu me
Par manzilo me tum tak pahuch jata hu me
Aajkal zindagi lagti hai mere sapno ki tarah
Phir lagta hai galti se uth na jau me khi
Aajkal har pal jeeta hu me zindagi ki tarah
Phir sochta hu ye pal bheet na jae khi
Aajkal sanse tham jaati hai meri
Bas Jab bhi hoti ** tum sath
Aajkal dhadkne dhadkti hai meri
Bas Jab tak tum ** saath
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC
Maine kabhi kissi ko nahi bataya ki main tujhse pyaar karta tha ,
Fir bhi saara zamana mujhe tere naam se chheda karta tha .
Unko chup karane ke liye main tujhse ladta tha
Akele mein ghanto roya karta tha .
Maine kabhi kissi ko nahi bataya ki main tujhse pyaar karta tha
Fir bhi saara zamana mujhe tere naam se chheda karta tha .
Maine unse puchha ki unhe aisa kyun lagta hai ,
Unhone kaha unhe meri aankhon mein tere liye pyaar dikhta hai .
Tujhe kabhi mera pyaar nahi dikha
Shayad isliye, kyunki main kabhi dikha hi nahi paya.
Hamesha zamane ko hi chup karane mein laga raha
Kabhi tujhe apne dil ki baat keh hi nahi paaya .
Teri yaadein mujhe bahut satati hain
Na din mein kaam karne deti hai
Na raat ko sone deti hain
Bass tere baare mein sochne par majboor kar deti hain .
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 5:13 AM UTC
Alli estás y no tienes ni idea de todo lo que está aquí. A no mas de 1 metro de distancia, se desata una guerra en mi cabeza de la que no te voy a contar. Me duele el pecho, las manos y la cabeza, me siento estúpida pero también me siento rara. Por algún motivo no puedo hablar, es como si me hubieran cortado la lengua y todo lo que sale no sirve para comunicar. Esto es lo mejor que pude hacer.
Hace ya algún tiempo me enamore, de el chico menos indicado en el peor momento de mi vida. No, él no eres tú. Me hizo mas daño del que yo me hize a mi y eso esta bien, supongo que me lo merecí, siempre he sido una muy mala persona. Tiempo después te conocí y lo que siento por tí no es amor, ni es cariño, es desprecio. Te desprecio por hacerme amar a todos y cada uno de mis defectos solo por que tu dices que lo amas, sea verdad o no. Te desprecio por que en tu forma loca de hacerme reflexionar te tomas el tiempo de pensar que es lo mejor para mi, sin importar lo que tu quieras. O almenos eso me haz hecho creer. Te desprecio por la forma en la que duermes, respiras, vives. No lo tomes a mal, del odio al amor hay solo un paso.
Perdona si alguna vez sone un poco fuera de tono, con un vocabulario que yo se tu preferirias no escuchar. Pero ultimamente pienso que mis defectos se vuelven más yo de lo que deben ser. Perdona, mi vida, si te digo que te necesito conmigo. Perdon, pero tu me hiciste quererte.
Hace ya algunos meses me enamoré, del hombre más perfectamente hecho para mi en la tierra. Y si, este si eres tú. Tu no me haces daño
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
Don't be scared, many thrive on your fear. Rather than oppose their agenda they'd prefer you disappear. Hard to reach a clear point when they keep us foggy with beer and glamorous dramatic sporting events to cheer. Bloodlines are tied to America's smeared reflection. Attention on major media is a forced perspective injection. Ill intentions under false pretenses. Double standards give minorities the maximum sentence, while the privileged sit smiling at the chance of repentance. They'll work you for life to justify your existence. Years fly by and the flame of soul gets diminished. Simply questioning why is a revolutionary act, yet too many minds paper chasing in attempt to flaunt stacks. It's the American dream, you have to be asleep to believe. The kingmakers have never witnissed the conditions we've seen. The financially burdened are flown overseas, dropping bombs on the innocent, hearing pained children scream. War is the ultimate greed, a disastrous dance. Still we stand in Afghanistan protecting poppy plants. ****** epidemic is rising, friends of ours have died from trying. The pills being pushed are multiplying and it's big pharma that has been supplying. Another commercial, overdose from overstimulation. Glued to electronics the TV America is nothing more than simulation. High expectations with low wages drowning in debt, the idea of slavery has just taken a new concept. We take orders from those that rationalize death. School never taught you how to deal with your head. Or that peace can be achieved with focus on breath. Work harder, and maybe there's an increase in pay. But I don't expect much from a nation built on the backs of slaves. So I come to you now, with a heart full of faith. I claim no religion but there's still time to be saved. My purpose is to show you, your own beacon of light. America was never great but together we can make it right. Show sone love to your neighbors, beyond all borders. You are a self-governing entity capable of declining orders. So how you gonna exist, within fear or love? I'll do my best exemplfying the latter so we can adopt a pattern of rising above.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
Tumhe dhoondho
Dhoop ki chandni me
Kyu mujhe neend me jagaya...
Sone diya hota...ek kalpana ...
Khwaab e gulaab
Ishq me dooba
Dil e mazbur...
Shayad zinda rehne ke liye...
Kya Pyaar jaruri hai ?
..
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
As you know, over the last couple of days, I've posted some about plagiarism and stolen poetry.
Plagiarism is a disgusting practice. It undermines the whole art of writing, be it novelic or poetic or any other kind of writing where the author has pieced together words that are their own. To copy and paste and present as your own is sinful and most colleges and universities (and the whole literary world) takes a dim view of it.
So, this is one simple tip, in the age of the Internet, to ensure your work is not claimed by some... wannabe!
Take a line from one of your poems, just one line (the more obscure the better) open google and go to the advanced search. Paste that line into where it says 'search for exact phrase' and review the matches. It will show exactly where on the Internet is has been posted or shared and you can check out whether you have been acknowledged or not. I've had poems shared on the WWW and have been happy to be acknowledged but have also found sone unauthorised (posted in the name of others) where I have made it known they breached copyright...
Take care of your writing my friends... it's the one true part of you :)
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 6:51 AM UTC
Sometimes there isn't a reason why.
Sometimes you just have to sit in the pain.
Let it wash over you like rain.
Sometimes the villain wins.
With no justice in sight.
It's hard to watch a person that hurt you.
Get everything you want.
Sometimes people are people.
With their own flaws and faults.
Some are bad.
Some are good.
Sone stand in between.
You never know which one you'll meet.
Till they show the running colours underneath.
That you wish you would have never seen.
Some goodbyes are sweet.
Wishing you well.
Others are bitter.
Leaving scars in your memory.
Sometimes just sometimes.
People are people.
They can't help who they are.
Sometimes you can try to change.
To rearrange them.
Sometimes you just can't.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
It's late at night
Is it here alone
I have the right
To think of the scores I've blown
I'll bear in quiet what has been sone
A ****** riot
It was no fun.
I think of the time I was a loser
When I could not rhyme
I was a ******
Or the time I couldn't get the joke.
For the crime of having too many tokes
Life I'm afraid in my mind's eye
Like a hazy parade has passed me by
I knew it I insist but now it's lost
The world turns in its usual way
My mind sojourns to that foggy day
For I'm afraid it's kind of like a groping
Looking at the parade with one eye open.
But who cares what has happened in the past
For now my thoughts are coming fast
And I reall do have to wonder.
If the anesthetic was such a blunder.
For the world is too much to take at one time
The city awaits people are full of crime
Man's inhumanity to man is prevalent
I can't think of one thought that is benevolent
So I'll just slow down this runaway train
That happens to be my brain
Sometimes my thoughts are less than kind
Such are the workings of my mind
So to be sure I'll take the cure
With which I'm really hoping
Forgive me for saying this
The world is sometimes easier to take
With only one eye open.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Let the artist's thought embrace the night,
As he scribble it all till dawn;
For words are enough to end a fight.
Bagged with pens and clearest sight,
He wandered the world alone;
Let the artist's thought embrace the night.
Inspired by the beauty of colors and light,
He described the majestic throne;
For words are enough to end a fight.
To give everyone what is just and right,
He painted it with for hone;
Let the artist's thought embrace the night.
Aiming to share a peaceful flight,
He uttered in the loudest sone;
For words are enough to end a fight.
Striving for future's height,
Dreaming for a joyful tone,
Let the artist's thought embrace the night,
For words are enough to end a fight.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
I watched you get opened like the front page of a book that has already been written off. They took the words out of you mouth, plastered them across their beards and chugged them down with no hesitation. We don't have time for Icehouse and regret today. The fridge needs some company anyways.
Just frost the tips of the repression that occurred every time you winced your eyes at me, I knew to look the other way because blinding my memories with hate is no way to stroll into a future. I hate you for every beer drop you spilled on my potential. I hate you for ever false promise that dropped from your lungs.
I ******* hate everything about the way you wasted space in the compact ford escort of our house.
The smoke on your breathe expels lies and deceit. You have been playing the same god **** beat since yesterday afternoon of forever ago. It has rattled a family with fortified backbones into crumbled stones in a forgotten sandbox that simply lost touch with its inner child.
I feel like this is a bark through a mega phone in the forest that no one heard the tree fall.It's evident you're not capable of the contract you magically ripped apart with pen. You toxically signed the paper that set a fate challenge for an angel who never had a chance.
I need up being the sone of a ***** because after 44 years you have not taken responsibility for a single move you have made. I am still paying forward the pathetic slacks in your line. You never even took me fishing
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
I swear
I could've drawn
Angles on your cheeks—
Tracing your freckles
With the tips of my fingers.
You'd laugh
And start to cry.
From the warmth
In our touch, I suppose.
You'd try
To brush my hand away.
But I know you're sensitive
To the spark in our love.
It's too late though
When I realize what I've sone.
Now only Angels fly away
From the demons on your face.
My hands are cursed.
I swear, I didn't know.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
I write to ast I know later
What i,ve sone but i
Opologize my mind can tkeep up
With up with my fingers and thumb.
SO hose that read my poems i say
Sorry after people have read them i edit
To undo the wrrors that have been done
So please do tell if I put an e instead
Of an i but please dont be a dastard
As i write my ideas while stil fresh before
They are gune.
Thank you for reading mistakes may be
Done, but please bare with me as insults
Dont solve anything, i love to write and
Mistakes are some times dome.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Jaante ** na ke muntazir hoti *** main. .....
Tumhare sone ke baad bedaar hone ki....
bedaar hone pe tumse pyari si kuch baatein sun ne ki ....
Phir maiñ kuch kahun phir tum kuch kaho. ....
Phir ab jaana hoga hi bhale se kyun na kaho. ...
Jaante ** na ke muntazir hoti *** main. ...
Tumhari jhalak aane ki kab dikhe mujhe. ...
Mere dil ki baaton ko Kab keh paun main tujhe. ..
Maiñ ab tak soyi nahi *** tere intezaar mein yeh. ...
Paigham pohunch jaaye bas pata chal jaaye tujhe....
Jaante ** na ke muntazir hoti *** main. ...
Yeh milon ki doori mite na mite. ...
Yeh waqt ki doori mite na mite. ...
Yeh Din aur raat ka chakkar Kate na Kate. ...
Bas sirf lafzon ke raabte se jud jaaun main phir se. ....
Jaante ** na ke muntazir hoti *** main. ....
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
You may look at me and think my life is perfect because I'm blonde, blue eyed, and because i'm white. Two parents, 2 brothers, freinds who care and a nice home with shelter, and someone that I deeply deeply care about and love. But my life isn't perfect, in fact it's far from perfect. I didn't choose the lfe I have, I didn't choose the military life. It choose me. At first it's fun, moving to differnt places and going on adventures, but it does have it's flaws and bittersweet moments. Like having a dad go to war 3 tines and you pray tht 2 men dressed in service don't come knocking on your door. Or that he misses your soccer game, your 1st, 6th, 8th, and 13th birthday, your 8th graduation, school events. Isn't there most of the time because he is trying to provide for a family. And how he has the words to comfort you tht mom can't find. Then you have the times when you try so hard to make sure you don't ***** up, but no matter how hard you try. How protective he is of you, and that you don't want to let him down. But that's just sone of it. Truth is, I've made so many mistakes that I can't count them on my fingers, I have cried enough times to make a river, and I made enough scares on my self physicaly and emotionally to **** someone. Because I didn't talk about my sadness and misery, I felt trapped, but it all changed, but sometimes it came back in different ways. I've been to 9 different schools, 7 different states and I've managed to keep in touch with 6 people. I've felt with police, and it wasn't my fault, I've don't illegal things, and I'm still in this earth. I'm currently 18 and I'm in high school about to change all of that. So here is to the people who aren't seen the right way, judged and messed with.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
AS DEW IN APRYLLE
It is as if
he has fallen
from the end of
the 15th century
into this
present day.
A Friday as it
happens.
And falling from
century to century
he has lost weight
the flesh fallen from him
so that
Simon Sadd
(“Sadd by name…sadd by nature!”)
arrives at this
particular now
nothing but
a bag of bones
with a skin
that no longer fits him.
As if…as if
he had once been a fat man
and Time had
thinned him…tamed him.
And so it is
I bathe him
sing songs for him
recite for him
carols, poems, hymns
anything
that lets him escape
even for a moment
this nursing home.
My voice carries him
back to his Norfolk childhood
where his mother
bathes him
on some forgotten Friday
in the once upon a time.
Soap stings his eyes
then and now.
“Moder ‘ud give us
such a ding on the lug.”
He laughs as if
she were there.
“Cor blarst me...stop yer blarin!
Such a sharmin’!”
he scolds himself
with her voice.
Then she’d hush me with…
“I SYNG OF A MAYDEN”
“I syng of a mayden
þat is makeles,
kyng of alle kynges
to here sone che ches.”
I finish it for him.
“My heart alive…how does
a yung feller like you…no dat!”
“He came also stylle
þer his moder was
as dew in aprylle,
þat fallyt on þe gras.”
“You must have high learnin’
bor!”
He, for his part,
creates a world of words.
I enter entranced
into his voice
where a ladybird
transforms itself into
a bishy barneybee!
A woodlouse
becomes a Charley pig.
A jasper
is a wasp.
“Ahhh look a King Harry
by the Lady’s smock!”
And when I look
the goldfinch has
already flown away
into the lost years.
The Canterberry Bells
still…so still
“…as dew in Aprylle.”
His mind a “bishy bishy
barneybee…”
“When will yer weddin’ be?
he says softly to himself
“If it be a ‘marra day..."
I towel him dry.
“Tairk yer wings an’
floi away!”
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC
I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Jesus!
Why’d you let all those liars get elected?
Why do you let them collect their bribes
And cheat people they should’ve protected?
They’re poisoned by fame
And they’re invoking your name.
They’re robbing the poor.
What is all this praying for?
A lot of crazy people claim you, Jesus
When they scream out hate and bile.
Where are the thunderbolts and plagues?
We have needed them for quite awhile.
Do we need another major flood now
That wipes out Washington D. C.?
Maybe that might wake the Republicans?
Maybe not, We’d have to wait and see.
They’re poisoned by fame
And they’re invoking your name.
They’re robbing the poor.
What is all this praying for?
I hear you’re coming back someday
To teach the sinners why and how.
Is there any tiny possibility at all
That you could manage that about now?
There are people that loudly claim
You heal people just by their prayers.
Could you open up sone free clinics ?
We’ve got poor sick people to spare.
They’re poisoned by fame
And they’re invoking your name.
They’re robbing the poor.
What is all this praying for?
And could you repeat that stuff, Jesus
About the eye of a needle and the rich?
I think the RNC convention would be
A perfect place to publish that pitch.
Mainly, Jesus, there’s stuff going on
That seems to be horribly unholy.
So, it is about time you spoke right up.
I mean, gosh almighty and holy moley!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hey, so I don't know if you guys knew the amazing poet, "No one you care about,"(I cared) but he recently deleted his account. Why? That's not for me to say. But I would like you guys to know that he is okay, just going through sone rough times and is currently recovering ^^ so um... yea. :)
-creep
P.S. he's hella kind and awesome to talk to :) anyone who met him was very lucky ^^
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
I came out
From my House
Saw many Doors.
Some were Open
Some were Locked
Some were Small
Some were Large
Sone were Broad
Some were Narrow.
Some were Inviting
Some were Repulsive.
It was very cold out there
Had to go somewhere.
Knocked on some
Welcomed by some
Thrown out by some
Came back to my own
Back to where I belonged.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes , slow and it goes so fast
Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep
Cause you loved her too much, and you dived to deep
When I listen to this sone entitled, "Let Her Go"
I thought of her
She was not a lover
But a companion
I shared time with her
That was precious to me
Precious to her too
I used to share my poems with her
Now I have to let her go
I won't ever seen her again!
But the time we shared
Is written down into eternity
Her smile, her smile!
The joy she had
The things she said are burned into my mind
There was, "the all day sitter from 8 to 8"
The build-a-bear
And oh how she said, "Oh Matt"
When I kiddingly said I would have to live in a park
The time we had was dear to me
I will have to let you go
All I have is the mountains now...
Liz!!
(Yells her name)
(Let her go Matt)
(I'm trying, I'm trying!)
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC