"speach" poems
At blank pages I
Stare in awe in reverence from
Which heights did you Fall?
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
When everything has been said,
What is left to speak, but recurrance in my speach, over and over..
Alike a painting, drawn within a single colour which fades into darkness, as there is nothing left the sweet, majestic ink could cover.
What is the sense for me to write if the message stays the very same?
Verily, I have forgotten the answer for this question a long time ago.
Perhaps it is, but the sign that the message can be conveyed in many possibilities, ways and forms, such as stories what makes them uniqe.
So even if a painting looks all the same at some point or another,
It is still art, brought from the depths of thoughts, from within a heart
A painting is a world of it's own, but so is a poem, or a simple novel.
Because each contains the hopes and wishes, the effort and care of the person, who made it their passion to create a wonderful piece of art.
Return to the same old place, with the same old pace and you might find joy in what you came to see yet again, before your tired eyes.
Alike an imaginated landscape drawn within your heart, the memories of a happier time might paint you a world in your head.
~ Umi
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
I met him one night in December...
close to Christmas Eve
When I walked in he had
candles lit and some
scotch for us to drink
His peepers are dark and squinty
His laugh is warm and lovely
His voice is satin spiked with honey
He drinks purple-graped-red-wine
He resembles Dionysos
Nature as a male
He works with cryptic messages
Amalgams and
his speach is a rainbow of
different languages
Could of sworn I've met this
man in some dreamy
distant place...
Palaces of concertos ringing
when I study his copper face
I had a restless wistfulness...
A particular soulful malnutrition
That eventually dissipated
in our bathtub conversation
I swear I would cross oceans
In the hope that we might
meet again
I understand he has a habit of
diving into fountains...
He dances with gypsies on
the street
Sometimes I fail to see how
someone as worldly as he
could like someone like me
I call when he runs by Vesuvius
I want his extra time
I always forget the 7 hour
time difference but...
when we talk it makes me smile
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
A mannequin as I know I am,
Soul-less, without life,
You gave me your heart and might
Just to keep me safe..
You dressed me up from dawn to dusk,
You said I needed a name,
Stephany, Mary or Carrie
Would be good instead,
You talked to me
spilled your thoughts out,
You said I couldn't pretend,
You said, "If only you could understand,
I'd love you till the end"
looking at you I would wisper softly,
"I do understand, talk to me!
hear me out! "
Never leave my grip,
Listen to me,
If only you could,
With you I'd spend my life,
until and till the end..
Holding my tiny waist,
You'd protect me from falling,
down and getting hurt,
Perhaps by an unbalenced trolley,
Everytime you'd look into my eyes,
my world would stand at halt,
For you, I was just a doll,
To be handled, to be cared for,
for me, you a hero,
A tireless lover,
who inspires me,
Somehow a lot.
I know you cannot,
translate what I'm saying,
nor can you feel my feelings,
For my thoughts are silent as I speak,
And my speach, as I speak, Silent.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
I don't know what to write today
Nothing was different so I have nothing to say
I nearly fell asleep in lesson, what does that teach?
maths lectures are boring, I don't want to hear someone preach.
We may have a band name as original as it sounds!
It's a generic name for a band yet to be found.
Science had less stories without my friend next to me
no catchup about the weekend and who we got to meet.
English was just researching any topic of my choice
I chose 'nationalism is bad' to make a speach, so people have to hear my voice.
In history was the usual ****
the teacher talks we write and watch a video clip.
So today was just a boring day
I just hope tomorrow is less grey.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Its Torture.
The cruel
painless kind.
Torture,
like watching her
from the shadows
as she
Loves her new Lover
while you're
still so alone.
Within my
mind Ive said
a word then
spelled out
in ryhm.
It sounds so perfect
within my
mind,my quivering lips
mouth the
word in silence.
Im afraid to try,
listen to my struggle
and you shall see
why it
is I hardly
speak.
Its the stammer,
the god given
gift which has
held my
opinions hostage.
Prevented me from
approaching her
and telling her
what she secretly
longed
to hear.
Forced me at times
to remain silent
when there was
so much more I
had to say.
This stammer
provides
cruel children
reason enough to be
even crueler.
I speak around certain
words and
communicate
more with the hands.
Kind souls
finish sentences
for me as I fight
for my voice.
Never knowing that
their attempt
at being helpful
only drives this silent
knife even deeper.
This Stammer has
barricaded what
I need to say
somewhere
within that dead
and maimed space
between
my mind and
my speach.
I'm tunneling my
way out of this
self contained
prison.
Word by
written word .
Im slowly
finding
a way for
this silent
and crippled
voice
to finally
be heard.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
Love
Everything you gave me from the distantce, the emotions race
dance through darkness, as my neck is bleeding and aching
Love
everything I give you, the emotions we shared through the tough times, through the good ones and through what I cannot convey.
You my dear, meant more for me than you can think of, more than
you will imagine, more than I would ever be willing to show.
You my dear are special, no star matches your design, no snowflake the pattern of your speach, nor the beauty in your acting.
I love you, keep that in mind, try to find someone better
Someone stronger, smarter, handsome and taller.
Because I have lost my fight, my right, my light.
I am not worth this world, nor am I worth it to be with you
I love you, so much that I had to let you go, so much that you wouldnt know.
You probably would take me back with open arms, but this is too much, I am not capable of such, to fight any longer.
If anything I hope this makes you stronger, and remember
for every kind is one kindness, so be nice,
I love you, I cant put your grace into words, perhaps I am tired perhaps even worse.
but
Know when I say, we will meet again, surely one day.
When I take my last breath, remember me
Maybe I will feel free
knowing that you llove me
Baby
~ Umi
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
There strolls another father,
Scrolling while his daughter
Rides her stroller as they stroll.
He really oughtn't scroll,
She's awake as they stroll;
It's a stroller, not a scroller.
The purpose of a stroll,
Is to walk and talk the prattle,
The speach that infants rattle
While strolling in their stroller.
Sing to your child,
Stroll all the while,
Hum or whistle,
Mumble……..Grumble;
But don't silently scroll on,
While strolling with the stroller.
Recall childhood rhymes, if you can,
Say the ABCs or count to ten;
Talk of little piggies and brazen toads,
Meaningful memories,
And yellow brick roads.
Enjoy your strolling.
Enjoy your scrolling.
Aug 6, 2023
Aug 6, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
The sweet lips,
The tingy smile,
The tiny eyes,
the fair skin...
Not a baby.. but my baby..
Hard to understand..
her presence so beautiful,
Her absence so hurtful,
Her air so soothing,
Her words so moving,
Her talk so strange,
Only a few can get it..
Her speach so wonderous,
Her grip so tight,
She makes me go crazy,
She makes me go insane...
She makes me mad,
But bear no pain,
Her kiss, a weapon,
Her hug, no less..
Her warmth,
her feel,
Her skin,
Her heels,
Her fingers,
her toes,
Her touch
her, she,
irresistable,
come to me,
come to me now,
i think...
she's every where,
she's on my mind,
she's in my soul,
she's always around me,
no matter how far,
Still the distance makes me irritated,
frustrated infuriated..
waiting..
longing...
sobbing..
don't know what...
but she..
she's the one...
she's my heart,
she..
Her..
whatever you say..
but yes she...
her...
A SHE.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:32 PM UTC
Steady hands
And a careless sigh,
Clear speach which does not pry.
Lie to yourself
Saying you're fine,
Even though you dont know why you cry
Your mind lingers,
Your eyes follow.
There are choices to be made
And dreams to reach decay.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC
If this is the best person I'll ever be
without being forced to be better,
but being naturally me
without practiced speach
or promising false qualities
without superficial touch ups
of exercise, diet
and surgery;
if this is the best I'll ever become
without inheriting a fortune,
or every bet won
without dotting every I
or learning the answer of every sum
without begging forgiveness
every time I get things wrong;
if this is all that I ever am
without growing confident and competent with every plan
or becoming a hero
or a leading man,
but just remain being
a normal imperfect man,
am I enough for you to love?
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
I love you with what can only be described as passion.
Passion even
Shakespeare himself dreamed of
Passion even
Leonardo himself lacked
Passion that the climbers of mount everest only taste.
My passion for you is my love for you.
Oh my beautiful what a passion I hold for you .
Even Satan himself lacks such a passion.
A passion so great
So powerful
Not even a broken soul can break
My passion for you is so immense intense inevitable
That all the colloquial
That all the alliteration
All of figures of speach
All the languages
Cannot begin to put it into words for you to understand . To comprehend . To ascend . To commend. How much it all means.
I know these are only words but look beyond the smoke and see whats on the other side of this hold.
Look and see how much passion I hold.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
I hope you dont think
My lack of consistence makes me weak
Cause if I stink
Persistence has a smell and I fuckin' wreak
Stuck in my speach,
Cause "I dont give a **** is hard to teach
So each week,
that goes by the life inside,gets weak
So life I find,
sometimes is outta reach
But... Time passes,
the days get longer and longer
Lookin' for answers in a pile of ashes,
as the resistance gets stronger
It's time to unwind, but I end up crashin',
cause I wandered
Keep it sublime, let the clock move slow like molasses,
while I ponder
-J.A.M
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
this is a right and true story.
nothing is embellished.
each moment
each movement
documented
no slight of hand
only straight-forward speach
minorly misinterpreted
it looks likes sorcerery
but falls flat like a ****** on a plank
walks crooked
back and forth
going nowhere
it IS a story
but it holds water
like a sieve
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
I feel like I'm sleeping.
Never awake to handle the shock
Just riding with the flow,
Seems to never slow
Its like there's a substance
I have yet to encounter
If I go on without it
I might not survive.
Even the feeling of missing
something so important to human life,
makes me feel So full
, why? ...I don't know
I cant live with you
But without you
I will die violently
If you don't stay
Its the addiction
I know not of
The heroine to
my system of needing
Annihilate my insides
Twist my thoughts
Killing me slowly
You never hint a clue.
My heartbeat slows
my head starts to spin
I lose my speach
and cant find my legs
You make me dependant
Honing down on my thoughts
Consciousness is gone
Now Its up to you
You have the choice
pull the plug
or keep me alive
Just heads or tails to you
You act like you need me
you even say you do
But love? I feel none
Just the want of it.
You pull Me in close
only for one thing
casting me aside
Once you get what you want
Just like the rest
It feels like you are
They say you are but
You insist not
I try to decipher
who to believe
But I can't
You stole the ability
Do this and do that
Notes of discomfort
**** me slowly
Because of your problems
At times I am scared
Of what you may do
I walk on glass egg shells
Trying to please you
One day it may click
that I will want more
But until I get there
Your keeping score.
We fight and we scream
worry about all
there is no love
Only a lack there of
It ***** all alone
with no one beside
You keep to yourself
leaving me blind
So bring the consciousness
Don't just leave me
wake me up
before I die
I want us to live
I want a family
So keep me to love
Not to neglect.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Voices spoken
To tell others how we felt,
Words,
Were the inventions
To express
Spoken word,
Then what we wrote became
Emotion,
Feeling,
Love,
That changed everything,
Flow,
Rhythm,
Written word,
Which in turn created
Expression,
Poetry,
Which we continue to write anew
Everyday.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
I tried in vain to fill the void with pretty things as these
but my darkness lingers beyond those old pine trees
my darkness, it does gather within the southern night
and brings to me my heartache within the moons light
I tried in vain to smile my love, and give you pure emotion
but some of my virginity was lost in that cold ocean
I tried to write a happy song, but sadness got so mad
it said "you are the best friend that hoplessness has had"
I wandered far and near in time, but time was just so cruel
i listened to the silly speach , the constant mindless druel
I am sorry, I cannot be bright and offer cheerful glee
I am tainted torn and bruised, so what you get is me
the dark, it claimed me long ago , so good luck in your quest
If you bring me brightness babe, then I agree...you are the best.
May 15, 2010
May 15, 2010 at 12:47 AM UTC
as he slid further into me
i realized this was the last place i wanted to be
the heat was making me sick
his breath reeked of beer and uncleanliness
i could hear laughing and music
my friends in the other room had no idea; hadn't noticed i'd left
his slurred speach was incoherent
he traced the edge of my ear, trying to be **** and failing
i dug my nails deep into his back
i bit hard into his shoulder; breaking skin; tasting blood
the pressure started building
as much as i hated him; i needed this release
one. last. final. push-
and i shoved him off of me, got out of bed, and put my pants back on
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
There is a reason I can't keep my hands off you.
Mostly because you feel so supple to my touch.
But there is more to it.
See I express my self physically.
Use my hands to accentuate my speach.
So for me to touch you is more than you think.
It is my ultimate expression of love.
My hands lazily trotting the atlas of your form.
Is a million words that don't exist.
Before we had words, we had gestures.
Love is impossible to articulate with words.
So I will let my hands do the talking.
And I do hope you understand,
Why words don't flow from me to you.
Love is a feeling not a word.
And it's meant to be felt.
Do you feel it? Because I mean it.
So much that I can't even insult the feeling,
By using paltry words.
No word is worth what you mean to me.
No words.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
There once lived a hare
on the edge of a square
in the woods near a river
but you wouldn't care
most particularly tho
if you saw you'd say so
that you've never laid eyes
on a hare fit to size
with a three piece armani
and ears to the sky
would be smoking a pipe
and checking the time
i'm not fit to be tied
nor need medical eyes
the hare was aware
that when smoking time flies
late for a drink of both gins and some rye
the pipe laid out gently between his two eyes
a cry nor a screach
any deliverance of speach
was said from the head
of this fellow in peach
puffing his pipe
just as fast as you'd think
the hare had vanished
like smoke in the mix
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
I cant afford to live out side your walls...Be out side the gates...Function with out your laws...Put food on my plate...You support me...for I lean...Control me...tho unseen...coruption of my insinct...For with you i dont think...no need to when you do.... all that i need you...goo goo gaga... speach for a grown man... he he hahah...You control my right hand...So I eat with my left...brush my teeth wipe my ass...indentity theft ...As you sit back and laugh...but I cant afford to live outside your walls...function with out your laws..Be outside your gates...I cant put food on my plate...#IknowthatImstrongerthenthis.....
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 9:06 AM UTC
I brandish my ideas and opinions like a loaded gun
shooting off my mouth, freedom of speach and everybody run
voice of freedom sends its wave of panic in the pool of conformity
authority moves in to hide away the truth before anyone can see
though there are those who would try to stop me with great ambition
the bullet proof vest they wear are no match for my ammunition
breaking down the walls and removing all the lies
freeing of the decieved mind, opening of the eyes
even if they lock me up and throw away the key
the opinions and ideas I express will elude them and remain forever free
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 1:10 AM UTC
Her
Ugly?
*****
Fake
Pretty
Mean
Selfish
Trusworthy
Liar
Smart
Weird
Stupid
HUMAN
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
Regardless how loud I would shout,
Your silence always spoke the loudest.
Drowned out by your vacancy.
The one that speach evaded.
The one that I let go.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC