"spreaded" poems
I see curves everywhere.
Curves on
the tidal wave,
spreaded peanut butter on a toast,
the crescent moon, and
a women's waist.
But the one curve I need is
the cold beer that crashes into the bottom of
an empty, chilled glass.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Okay,
It goes like this you see.
10pm, on a late thursday evening. I was sweating like a ****** in church. I grabbed my armbands and turned on the shower. It was cold as ice to the touch, but begun to warm up eventually. Thank god my wife remembered to turn the geezer on or else I was going to slap a ***** create waves of flesh on that ugly *** face of hers.
Anyway.
After stripping down to my birthday suit, I popped on some shampoo and spreaded that **** in my hair. Creating a burning sensation, tingly, like ants crawling in my head.
Suddenly I was smacked like an unwanted child by the smell of burnt toast in the air,
with the shampoo still sitting in my hair.
I turned around and right before me, something was coming out of the plug hole, like something out of a b-rated horror movie.
Looking like my wife's homemade cooking, **** was alive, and then it lunged at me.
I tell you, if it was not for those Tom Cruise movies lecturing me in the art of total *** kicking, I would be a dead naked man with armbands in a tub, being eaten by the unholy guacamole.
You gotta believe me,
when I tell this story,
This was not all in my head,
You can't just write off what I have said.
I know it must sound insane,
But a mexican's lunch crawled out of the drain,
I beat it's *** like a drum,
like Lars Ulrich at a metallica concert ,
and sent the **** back down the hole it crawled out of.
The devil wanted to bring me down to the deep end,
It is a good thing I bought my arm bands.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Once I seen a human ruin
In a elevator-well.
And his members was bestrewin'
All the place where he had fell.
And I says, apostrophisin'
That uncommon woful wreck:
"Your position's so surprisin'
That I tremble for your neck!"
Then that ruin, smilin' sadly
And impressive, up and spoke:
"Well, I wouldn't tremble badly,
For it's been a fortnight broke."
Then, for further comprehension
Of his attitude, he begs
I will focus my attention
On his various arms and legs--
How they all are contumacious;
Where they each, respective, lie;
How one trotter proves ungracious,
T' other one an alibi.
These particulars is mentioned
For to show his dismal state,
Which I wasn't first intentioned
To specifical relate.
None is worser to be dreaded
That I ever have heard tell
Than the gent's who there was spreaded
In that elevator-well.
Now this tale is allegoric--
It is figurative all,
For the well is metaphoric
And the feller didn't fall.
I opine it isn't moral
For a writer-man to cheat,
And despise to wear a laurel
As was gotten by deceit.
For 'tis Politics intended
By the elevator, mind,
It will boost a person splendid
If his talent is the kind.
Col. Bryan had the talent
(For the busted man is him)
And it shot him up right gallant
Till his head began to swim.
Then the rope it broke above him
And he painful came to earth
Where there's nobody to love him
For his detrimented worth.
Though he's living' none would know him,
Or at leastwise not as such.
Moral of this woful poem:
Frequent oil your safety-clutch.Porfer Poog.
2.6k
*
should have taken one
picture as i walked in
bed spread tight
all folded and straight
me dog tired
before a long hot shower
cramped in one tomorrow
with everything i own
spreaded wastly around
a colorful explosion
I will walk around
picking up the pieces
stepping on geography
not singing over maps
using a finger
to caress a route and
the thought of you
limping from hotel to hotel
and a sleeping bag
go away
artists’ lives are messy
it’s a known fact
the walls are disheveled
would I have some glue
to nail you there and there
I will hop around happily
tattooing words about us
and hiding some
under letters
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
Hey guys,
I think this is more of a notice than a poem,
But I got let out of the hospital last night after three hours of being on a respiratory machine because I was seriously struggling to breathe without any aid.
All this because I had a severe throat infection that spreaded into my chest and effected my lungs.
All thus just to tell you guys that this could either cause one of two different things.
I could either:
A) be soon taken back into intensive care where the WiFi is horrendous and not be able to make it back on here for the next...while (I don't for sure how long it's going to take for recovery, to be perfectly honest x)
OR
B) I'm going to recover enough to stay at home with several antibiotics to keep the pain bearable and have a nebulizer by my side 24/7 whilst still having a good WiFi signal so I can keep in touch with you guys.
I'm really hoping that optionB will be the one that takes shape because you guys are part of my internet famalam and not being able to hear your lovely work day-to-day will tear me apart the most **
Have a blessed Sunday everyone, love you lots **
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
There is never new and there is nothing see old
The sky Of Tunisia, easily I can fold and unfold
In a notch of eye sight like magnificent light
Yes, Sometimes a day and many times in night
leaves are waved and stars a glowing in dark
They has given me absolute and divenly spark
Everything looks delighted as an eternal ray
Tunisia, my faith is stronger then previous day
What a dream, a poet can see you almost free
Can see the Monastir, a capital of world poetry
I do feel pleasure in a beach at wonder sunset
You are my Mediterranean sea is really great
Smell of silence are spreaded from the south
Sahara ! travellers way, dessert of thirsty mouth
No water, Dust is whiffed that freedom of ridge
Tunisia ! A soft sister of Egyptian Sandy breeze
Douz, a town at Sahara's edge for camel ride
Which is kept Romans gallery, nothing to hide
Serene cloud on top witnessed of Arab Spring
Men of Tunis proved by revolution none is king
Oh my sister ! I salute you for full of orbed glory
An amazing love of solitary, a successful lorry
At the time of grim sand storm whirled a while
In obscure can move with poem mile after mile
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
They were warriors!
They were conquerers!
Their innocence was their power
Faith in the unseen was their tower
They were stiff and brave
Facing those dangers grave
Fierce, bold, 60 in strength
Through the arab's length
Against 60 000, wasn't fair competition
Victory, Almighty's will is final decision
Nothing but death could undo them
Mountains would shiver before them
Loud majestic slogans filled with sheer belief
Their cruel battle wounds would bear relief
Extreme loyalty to the mercy of the world
The firm faith had their paths all pearled
All merciful and kind
Brotherhood had them bind
(!)
Closest of all to their master
Clenched tightly to the rope
Revived the prestigious chatter
Struck the hearts, rays of hope
(!!)
Courageous, brave and bold
One enough to stun the enemy lines
Today, sword's in Umer's hold
Leave them drying, bottles of wines
(!!!)
When became, came with eyes the shame
Free heartedly gave away dinars in tons
For aware were they of secrets of the game
Amazed others with their attributes and stunts
(!V)
Father of quotes, vast oceans of knowledge
Came to personal revenge, fell the spear
Spent sweat n blood for Truth's
*******
Dark halls crippled, when slogans they'd hear
__________
Spreaded love, devotion, examples of loyalty
No one is superior, turned to ashes royalty
Left others impressed by their decorum
Transformed the world for good in totality
_F.A Teeri
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
Down the windows,
I see two cows and a goat
A spreaded field throughout
Composition, verve and opus
Alas! Stare bounces in his eyes
At mercurial, calm fissure
At lost petals, distressed debt
At a cowboy or at modern hobbit
Staring drives endlessly
Volcano ponders towards valves
Cowboy gone, so his cattles
Leaving dark hapless mirage
Dusk attains at windows
Wits and sights go vanished
Refraction seizures into echo
Gaze perceive him in mirror-copy
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
"Tell me, was it hard to die,
or harder to be the one who survived?"
The air became suffocating ,
what they see is a foreign place.
The ashes spreaded everywhere,
the pain is now what they embrace.
Confusion and guilt ,
agony slowly built.
Wiping out half of the universe?
...more like half of their universe.
Almighty and invincible,
kneeled in space almost unbelievable,
Witnessed his brother's death,
now waiting for the moment when,
"The sun will shine on us again".
Love in her tears,
the pain and her fears,
Were to be seen when she was committing her sin,
Yet she replayed in her mind,
"I just feel you" until she died.
They were supposed to be together,
till the end of the line,
Now he's broken holding the hand of his friend,
Who said "Steve?"...and dusted in the plain air.
The faithful and patient one,
passed the test of the Ancient One,
But now he only got the time to say,
"There was no other way".
He promised to **** her,
she loved him more than anything,
"Oh man" this reality is cruel,
Him already gone and her soul trapped in a stone.
Most of them became dust swiftly,
But there was one who got the power to fight this briefly,
Fell in his arms struglling to stay alive,
"I don't wanna go" were the words echoing in the sunlight.
Even though the pain is crushing,
They won't move on,
and this time no more losing,
With all the strength and help they've gotten,
"Whatever it takes" they'll avenge the fallen.
"We are in the endgame now."
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
Here I am.
At the peak of the mountain top.
Looking out at the sky.
And all the scenery.
The things you witnessed.
That you have only imagine in a dream.
It's like looking at the sky.
And seeing all the beuty of it.
Trying to point out which cloud.
Reminds you of someone.
It's the same upon the mountain top.
You notice the crafted creation of centuries.
In other words.
You get lost in many things.
When you're a top of the moutain peak.
It's like a soar of the eagle.
With his wings spreaded out.
You're impressed.
By your personal accomplishment.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The pain and the agony and wrath of God is a terrible
Combination,
I feel like this oh so every day knowing times will get hard
Like Erections,
Goosebumps from the nervousness, hopefully I will overcome,
I survived the day escaping devil's misfits of keeping my head
Up to the sun,
What do you know about illnesses?
What do you know besides being ignorant?
Did you know the kid had to survive 4 years of ignorance and suicidal
Thoughts mixed with misunderstandings and false teachings in a
Cruel world such as this one that people will mop the floor with ya?
Did you know about that? Or were you raised with a **** saddle on
Your back,
How must I remind you I don't have no time to think like you,
I have the potential to make things happen in a state that's more
Loyal to Satan , we're all in a matrix,
From chances we take ,
And the bills that we pay,
Forgetting the legends for they paid the way,
And Jesus gave up his life for us Even today...
If I didn't know then what I know now,
Wish we had a light to make us all smile,
My illness is spreaded through my vains and this is serious,
More of a man than anybody else that I know I'm not being delirious.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
It wasnt just you , but youre the main one that flashed the signs.
Signs of hurt , ache , tears , feelings that were never felt before.
As if I was drowning myself every moment spent with you, but blinded by hope .
Hope that we'd grow up and move onto better things.
Atleast thats what I summarized as my feelings
Then it was him, who claimed me as being mentally challanged.
When all to reality im now mentally destroyed
Him who told me he cant except me for who I am, but who he wants me to be.
Adrenaline rising once I heard all the news.
But of course I didnt want to talk it out with you.
Stressed about it sent me to the hospital bed
Just the fact that my blood rises because of you, admits the feelings I had.
Sight, vision, touch.
Your fingertips.
When they would persuade my skin to believe your lies.
Your lips would corress my neck making me fall deeper .
Whispers of "I love you" that would pump life into my heart are now gone.
Disappeared into someone elses ear .
The ear and lips that spreaded us part
The ones that tried to take part of me without you knowing
They persuaded you to do what you did.
The scars tucked underneath from that night you started to switch
My lips that freeze whenever it comes to speaking to you.
Sensing the fact that youve changed and dont care for my being.
So ill stay away..
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
An intro which starts with a dramatic entry
An outburst of prologue will do the trick
suspensely reveals the theme of the literacy
A sudden emotion starts devouring
Sadness, a great weapon of the typical poet
The emoish feeling is spun into small fibrous pieces
And it is scattered everywhere
The tales from fragile broken heart
The melody from the failed dreams
The rhymes that accompanied the tears in the bedroom
Dark and Depressed
A dash of sorrow
A tiny hint of regret
A spoonful full of hope
Abstract sentences created mindlessly
"howl of heart in a burning forest where the greyish sky pours acid to the pavement"
Words spreaded meaninglessly
"To beyond I listen stars collide eternal nightmare"
Emotions flow out endlessly
An ending is crested on the blank
After all is poured out
Awaits for another day
To compile the emotion inside the chest
To be released ragingly
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Even with the vastness of things to acquire
Closeness and trust
Skin to skin
Soft thrusts
No indication of lust
Leave those assumptions in the dust
I desire a touch
That'll keep me feeling optimistic
Knowing it's a returned feeling
To let go of the stress I constantly have
Instead of lashing out
Let me make you sweat
And go all over the room
Hoping to make you finish soon
I care about that more then my own pleasure
I want to be proud of my work
Not only on paper
But with spreaded bed sheets and pillows on the floor
Bed cover coming off
And a spring with a shortened life span
I'll do the best I can
To keep that beautiful smile on your face
I want to be the reason you don't worry your place
With clothes, food and necessities
I can cope without the others if needed
But definitely not you
My one and only necessity
My whole destiny
To give you all my promises
That's the only way I'll ever feel content
My beautiful convent
Ready to commit to my Sunday service
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
no one but me in the shower in the bed' in your head /no one but me in a dream in the light that comes for me waiting arms spreaded so natruly ,waiting for the embrace of love to capture me/no one but me on your team to cover your ears when you scream after you've seen something that was not to be seen redrum redrum come to me ............................
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
The first 5 months were heaven it was great you were the only person i payed attention to you were my bestfriend the only person I wanted to hang out with. When i kissed you all i saw was fireworks they were sparks in your eyes and i will never forget the way your hand fit in mine i will never forget our meaningless conversations. 8 months into it i wanted to hang out with my friends you said
No! I didnt want to wear camo anymore i wanted to wear black you said no i wated to wear makeup you said no. i wanted to my hair you said no!. i wanted to be a normal teen girl and be happy you said no i said i wanted to cut you said i will leave you i said its over you said not unless i say so. i said i wanted to die you said you dont have the strength i said im giving up you said fine with me i was loyal you cheated. i wanted love instead found lust. i said i was ugly you hit me. we argued my parents blamed me. you spreaded rumors and lies and i said its not true. I slowly gave up and left now i feel better bigger and stronger know i want you to leav my life but you probably never will.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
sand falling through
tightly laced
corset
can only know
neoprene kisses
purple from asphyxiation
my kefir spurts
sour oats
to the dry wind
never finding
spreaded parchment
smiling
never inking
sailor's story come
homely
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Blaze a blunt, because they’re all in, finally made it, feeling good, like I wanted. Out to pour honey over the silk, be back before lunch time and call a pusherman. Making ends at the last straw. The wind will now your thoughts, as soon as they leave the tongue.
Voracious mass spreaded in poetry. Produced thyself, for myself, crystallized in memory. Like my emotions had been froze, harsh times in hardships had my heart still and muted. For every word written in hope to explode profound sensations. Burn. Smile at awareness. Heaviness in wisdom, whirlwind of poetic allures.
Infusing in the veins of others. Images of me printed on your memory. Invictus enigma. I stayed closed up, poetry is a selling tool. It’s been a long time. I open up for those who toil in their efforts. Eyes tightly sealed. Staggering in my absurdity. Plucked from obscurity. Where you lived once in the void of life, where they all in strange ways placed value in the most mundane actions, in a place now where reality had collided with mythological events. Turning out folklore.
My entire life has not been in protest of human principles.
Just saw the worth in innovating originality, to go out make something of thyself. Because the life lived without confront it’s destiny and conquering my own personalized fate, was not worth one simple-basic moment.
As for those I’m not apart of. Do not weep now or never. It’s such a waste. I left to cross over. Rumors spark chatter of death.
(knowledge variable)
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
You Always
Held Me
With Alcohol
In A Baby Bottle
With A Pacifier
Spreaded
With Alcohol
Of Hatred
Of Pain
That A Child
Could Never
Forget
Or Change;
Your First
Impression
Was Your Last
Impression
Everytime
I Look At
You
I See Blank
Memories
Of
Something
I Could
Never Understand;
Cruelty
She Said
"I Never
Wanted
Kids"
You Wanted
Alcohol
Over Me
And So
Will It
Be
Fortunately;
You Made Me
Feel Alone
To Know
What Life
Is Like
Cruel
Beyond Comprehension;
Sometimes
The Cruelest
People
Are The Ones
To Learn From
[~Paris Styron~]
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
I try to write a poem
A poem of love and happiness
While being surrounded by
Depression and loneliness
Not from the people around me
But the person inside of me
The cold, broken, heart broken fool
The fool whom rateated love
The fool whom spreaded warmth
The fool whom gave out open arms
I try to write this poem
A poem of the man behind the mask Im surrounded by
Depression and loneliness
No one around me to blame
Because of the person inside of me
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
Back when dead men used to breathe
& world wasn't driven the edge of a knife
With a wink & a big laugh on their face
Some kids were born to live **** life
As we grew up a little
We grew up little shy
Little lazy, little crazy
Wondered looking at sky
From the first time we cried
To the last time we laughed
From wet smell of clay
To sand castles at bay
From playing in mud
To get beaten from parents
But as we were the studs
That madness was permanent
Those little drops in slow pace
When sky poured rain on our face
With a big smile, looking up high at clouds
That li'l kid spreaded it's arms to embrace
To the *** in dreamsight
To the thirst at midnight
To those small small things
for which we siblings used to fight
To those school fights we fought
To the mind full of thoughts
We used to find happiness
In whatever we got
All these moments that we cherish
has become memories lightly perished
Our childhood has become a lie
In the era of suits & tie
The signals have crossed our mind in the world of technology & science
And we have forgotten the vibes of back when we used to be alive
You wake up at midnight, Sit still, not having a peace of mind
You search around for love in the brightness of deamlight
You smile at your old pictures & wonder
How you used to live whole, remember?
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
You shattered your self, once a mirror now a million shards spreaded across the world.
I would spend life times collecting the pieces to put you back together, even if it means losing myself.
#poetry. By Christian Campos
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
Those stars you see are dead
Only blackness there instead
Sights that enlight hearts and heads
Are finite delights we misread
And those TV shows and media spiel
They're real profits for fake ideals
Our lives are dull, at worst ordeals
And to appeal to the way humans can feel
Cuts the thickest, if slickest, business deal
So we divide ourselves into groups and sides
Find the one that best describes what's 'inside'
Who we are is defined by who we stand beside
With as much control of the pride or snide chides implied
As we have over landslides or mountainsides or the tides
In the age of the original, the individual
We shun the biblical, the ritual, the miracle
And turn to the visual,
A new kind of digital Fictional
Where the miserable are invisible
The political are cynical
The habitual criminals reciprocal
And the principles hypocritical
Those stars you see are dead
That's what the phycisist said
Even sky has us misled
When the truth that's spreaded is dreaded
The truth we bred is embedded
The easily read are easily led
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
I finally opened my eyelids wide
I finally see the world clearly with my own eyes
At last I perceived
That this planet earth
Still have a millions of angels
Traveling around the world
They are all imperfect
But they all have their own talents
Some of them really catches my attention
But they failed to triggers my adrenaline
Dopamine, vasopressin and my oxytocin
Because It Didn't Feel Right
I don't think I can fall in love again
I did everything I can
To get you out of my brain
Because you are my miracle
The chosen angel
Among the others
That spreaded through all the planet
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC
Wrong words hurt less
Toxic in your lungs spreaded
To our ultimate brain
Washed in your true words
Bet you'd release me now
Seeing the worst has passed
I'm imperfect as you are
As the sun shines in the day
I'm impressed, by your heart
Must be worthless in heaven
Maybe you'll bargain with god
As you crushed hopes carelessly
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC