"standarts" poems - Hello Poetry

The poor children That's what we were called Surrounded by drunks and drug addicts Single mothers and their hordes of children The future cleaning ladies and harbour workers We sometimes watched the orphans Wondering what would become of them In our own world We were richest of them all While the mothers worked Through sweat, tears and stress There was always someone To show a little kindness "Those kids can come with us, we're neighbours" This meant pizza for dinner The summers were for exploring Golden fields hiding rabbits and phaesants Truthfully covering a dump yard of course Trees were naturally for climbing Move through the forest without touching the ground A tailbone got injured here and there No time to see a doctor, it will heal on it's own! Play hide and seek Race each other on bikes I always cheated Where that stream really lead to, we never found out But by that very stream we built From planks and nails Isolated with candlewax A little cottage Every day after school No one knew where all the nails and candles had gone to And how the community wood supply seemed to vanish "Only the good planks" because we had standarts Who would've noticed the little ones when the grass grew so high It was our little secret Naturally the road workers took it down "Unsafe structure" someone said A whole summer lay in ruins before us The toolboxes were quietly returned to their rightful owners Bored as we were, we gave it another shot This time supported by a tree We'd hoist ourselves up with a robe That was taken down too We felt sorry for the tree! But winter's close That meant snow castles Never wondering what might happen If the structure collapsed on us The tunnels lead to nowhere and everywhere The mothers were working Who would stop us But when our mum was home All kids were invited for dinner Us and 12 others Future cleaning ladies and harbour workers Blissfully unaware What lengths the mothers went to, to feed us I've never been poor in my life.

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC

lily-nurmi

Never poor

The poor children That's what we were called Surrounded by drunks and drug addicts Single mothers and their hordes of children The future cleaning ladies and harbour workers We sometimes watched the orphans Wondering what would become of them In our own world We were richest of them all While the mothers worked Through sweat, tears and stress There was always someone To show a little kindness "Those kids can come with us, we're neighbours" This meant pizza for dinner The summers were for exploring Golden fields hiding rabbits and phaesants Truthfully covering a dump yard of course Trees were naturally for climbing Move through the forest without touching the ground A tailbone got injured here and there No time to see a doctor, it will heal on it's own! Play hide and seek Race each other on bikes I always cheated Where that stream really lead to, we never found out But by that very stream we built From planks and nails Isolated with candlewax A little cottage Every day after school No one knew where all the nails and candles had gone to And how the community wood supply seemed to vanish "Only the good planks" because we had standarts Who would've noticed the little ones when the grass grew so high It was our little secret Naturally the road workers took it down "Unsafe structure" someone said A whole summer lay in ruins before us The toolboxes were quietly returned to their rightful owners Bored as we were, we gave it another shot This time supported by a tree We'd hoist ourselves up with a robe That was taken down too We felt sorry for the tree! But winter's close That meant snow castles Never wondering what might happen If the structure collapsed on us The tunnels lead to nowhere and everywhere The mothers were working Who would stop us But when our mum was home All kids were invited for dinner Us and 12 others Future cleaning ladies and harbour workers Blissfully unaware What lengths the mothers went to, to feed us I've never been poor in my life.

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Blindly you stare At a single point in time As you tell me With anger in your voice How many "hot ******* you ****** Then persue your point By arguing that You would not lower Your standarts after having had me I'll take the compliment But be sure to understand That only the damaged girls Would take as much crap As I took from you The way I hear you Is that you need a woman Who does not need you *So you would not have The responsability Of making her happy* The demands are indeed low With such a girl But be sure to understand That the less she needs you The more likely You are to lose her If you continue this way If she doesn't need you Then indeed she stays Because she wants to But you're not as great as you think If you expect her To sway to your each demand And less than flawless business transactions If you want a girl Who doesn't need you Make sure you First and foremost Are the man who doesn't need her But who stays Because he wants to.

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Apr 17, 2016

Apr 17, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC

lily-nurmi

Because you want to

Blindly you stare At a single point in time As you tell me With anger in your voice How many "hot ******* you ****** Then persue your point By arguing that You would not lower Your standarts after having had me I'll take the compliment But be sure to understand That only the damaged girls Would take as much crap As I took from you The way I hear you Is that you need a woman Who does not need you *So you would not have The responsability Of making her happy* The demands are indeed low With such a girl But be sure to understand That the less she needs you The more likely You are to lose her If you continue this way If she doesn't need you Then indeed she stays Because she wants to But you're not as great as you think If you expect her To sway to your each demand And less than flawless business transactions If you want a girl Who doesn't need you Make sure you First and foremost Are the man who doesn't need her But who stays Because he wants to.

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I am not good enough for your standarts I am just the arrow to play darts You wanted her I'm not preety as her That's true My black eyes not comparing with her, blue I don't blame you, it's my fault Now i could feel the losing volt Being painfull to know Clare as the winter snow For not being enough for you But there is only you and just you.

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Oct 10, 2018

Oct 10, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC

Rey30Aly

Just you

I am not good enough for your standarts I am just the arrow to play darts You wanted her I'm not preety as her That's true My black eyes not comparing with her, blue I don't blame you, it's my fault Now i could feel the losing volt Being painfull to know Clare as the winter snow For not being enough for you But there is only you and just you.

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By what standarts Do you measure yourself? Achievements How many you've loved How many loved you back How many you've conquered Or how many You've rejected How many you have Indeed held hanging by a thread All your conquests And how popular you are Your large entourage All of that may be great But in the end of the day I will not be impressed at all. Your enviornment Does not interest me. I want to know But one thing: How sincerely you've loved yourself In the end of the day I will only ask one thing of you: show me your heart

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC

lily-nurmi

One thing

By what standarts Do you measure yourself? Achievements How many you've loved How many loved you back How many you've conquered Or how many You've rejected How many you have Indeed held hanging by a thread All your conquests And how popular you are Your large entourage All of that may be great But in the end of the day I will not be impressed at all. Your enviornment Does not interest me. I want to know But one thing: How sincerely you've loved yourself In the end of the day I will only ask one thing of you: show me your heart

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The world is not fair but moral standarts apply to all. The ruler isn't always a superior person and the ruled isn't always inferior. The world doesn't belong to the powerful but to those of pure heart. All that we do is not for today but for tomorrow. Hard times to live for sure in this era, so much darkness. There are moments that i doubt some people are capable of redemption, yet each time i attepmt to surrender in that thought i see it. The glimmer of goodness that allows me to believe, that the people i care will have things i never had the privilege to bask fully. A warm home, someone to show you that they love you every single day and someone to fight for you no matter what... In other words a family.

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Sep 10, 2016

Sep 10, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC

Dimitrios

I see vol. 2

The world is not fair but moral standarts apply to all. The ruler isn't always a superior person and the ruled isn't always inferior. The world doesn't belong to the powerful but to those of pure heart. All that we do is not for today but for tomorrow. Hard times to live for sure in this era, so much darkness. There are moments that i doubt some people are capable of redemption, yet each time i attepmt to surrender in that thought i see it. The glimmer of goodness that allows me to believe, that the people i care will have things i never had the privilege to bask fully. A warm home, someone to show you that they love you every single day and someone to fight for you no matter what... In other words a family.

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