"tase" poems - Hello Poetry

Here's a ****** theres a ****** Everywheres a bigger ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** don't tase me bro!

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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC

why-visit-my-page

******

Here's a ****** theres a ****** Everywheres a bigger ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** don't tase me bro!

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Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat A threat to your system, a threat to your net profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer, It may put your employers at ease One bless black man with a heart of power One less antibiotic to your disease Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls Don't forget to have the media depict me as a **** and a criminal and a menace to society Don't forget to reprimand and berate me Remind your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color is still not considered American Propriety But more like American property, disposable goods So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free Might be just a conviction but your Massa's new henchmen and ***** still got the key A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key. Martin told me when he us that he had a dream I got his same DNA in my bloodstream And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream..... I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream And when I dream it's bad news for you to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue To put a stop to all of you.

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Jun 14, 2017

Jun 14, 2017 at 9:13 PM UTC

thecalmeststorm

The cry and cause

Shoot me, You might as well, cause I'm a threat A threat to your system, a threat to your net profit and status quo, so pick up that gun shoot me and pray to the ground I go, and when you bury me you better call me a madman and pray that the martyrs don't grow You may as well shoot me Mr.Police officer, It may put your employers at ease One bless black man with a heart of power One less antibiotic to your disease Don't forget to tell me I'm resisting, don't forget to tase me til I fall Don't forget to choke me so those listening won't hear my struggles, my calls Don't forget to have the media depict me as a **** and a criminal and a menace to society Don't forget to reprimand and berate me Remind your older white listeners that my kind, my skin color is still not considered American Propriety But more like American property, disposable goods So **** me, the cameras are recording but don't worry you'll get off free Might be just a conviction but your Massa's new henchmen and ***** still got the key A couple months paid administrative leave so you can sit on a beach, drink some ice tea Mad that you can no longer put chains on our wrists so you put handcuffs instead No longer pulling whips across our backs so you bury hot burning lead No longer working your fields for all to see but instead privatized free prison labor with your warden holding the key. Martin told me when he us that he had a dream I got his same DNA in my bloodstream And in every cell in my body I feel the effect, I teem I boil I scream, when I see a black mother or father gunned down by police men and the children witnessing the death, the blood, the stream..... I scheme, and when I sleep, I dream And when I dream it's bad news for you to avenge those we lost by crimes, undue To put a stop to all of you.

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The moon changes subtly Whenever we gaze away, As our worries evolve swiftly And our joys stay the same. Perhaps she is a beacon Baring light for our souls, Enticing us into her depths With glimpses of the heart's gold. Blessed enchantress, Affixed in a gentle way, Dragging all from ached misery And harboring us in her supple bay. Reject ye thy sun's beating rays & dispel lightning's spiteful bright tase, Look only to the night sky as it glistens If you seek to bask in nature's grace.

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Jun 7, 2019

Jun 7, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC

Malachite

Our Silent Keeper

The moon changes subtly Whenever we gaze away, As our worries evolve swiftly And our joys stay the same. Perhaps she is a beacon Baring light for our souls, Enticing us into her depths With glimpses of the heart's gold. Blessed enchantress, Affixed in a gentle way, Dragging all from ached misery And harboring us in her supple bay. Reject ye thy sun's beating rays & dispel lightning's spiteful bright tase, Look only to the night sky as it glistens If you seek to bask in nature's grace.

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"I am a book your favorite story but you are illiterate" -Eleven She used to be my number one reader. But what happened my dear? Why did you changed the flow of our story? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable? Does the one chapter of my sorrow makes you want to ***** I saw you, you skipped chapter My story is crying... Why? Why? Why? Darling, you can't skip chapters, you have to read every line. page by page. Some of my chapters will make you cry for weeks. You'll read unpleasant things you don't want to read. But darling you have to keep going. There's a beautiful waterflow upon the dazzling sky of love to blanket it. But why? Why did you jump into another book without reaching the end? Is the excitement gone? Beaneth the trees of sorrow, and sadness you left me without a word. You left me open. Without a single bookmark of "I'll be back" You are the reason why my ink turned into dark and ravens. But I guess, you have found a better book that suited your tase. I'll cherish every moment we'd spent together. I'm ending our story. For our story was not meant to end Thank you for reading. Goodbye my darling. "You can't have a rainbow without a little rain" ~ Eleven

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Nov 21, 2018

Nov 21, 2018 at 7:57 AM UTC

eleven-1

Not your story

"I am a book your favorite story but you are illiterate" -Eleven She used to be my number one reader. But what happened my dear? Why did you changed the flow of our story? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable? Does the one chapter of my sorrow makes you want to ***** I saw you, you skipped chapter My story is crying... Why? Why? Why? Darling, you can't skip chapters, you have to read every line. page by page. Some of my chapters will make you cry for weeks. You'll read unpleasant things you don't want to read. But darling you have to keep going. There's a beautiful waterflow upon the dazzling sky of love to blanket it. But why? Why did you jump into another book without reaching the end? Is the excitement gone? Beaneth the trees of sorrow, and sadness you left me without a word. You left me open. Without a single bookmark of "I'll be back" You are the reason why my ink turned into dark and ravens. But I guess, you have found a better book that suited your tase. I'll cherish every moment we'd spent together. I'm ending our story. For our story was not meant to end Thank you for reading. Goodbye my darling. "You can't have a rainbow without a little rain" ~ Eleven

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Godo Is Not Coming Ndue Ukaj In a stormy weather, The road from Ireland is closed In rainy nights, the sea cannot be crossed with small steps When swallowed by solitude just as the Earth cracked from the earthquake When pain has no time neither scientific decoding. Godo is not coming, is late, the welcome has contaminated him In a confortable sleep, is bending your dreams and my dreams. He is not coming, neither in the tree of life nor in the theater of surprises He is doing the sleep of welcome which your time doesn’t recognize... our time does not either You are waiting, just as the bride waiting for her husband on the abandoned bed, Dreaming with open arms while he brings the sack full of dreams When he places his hands softly, just as in lovely hair...you relax in there And begging for your dream, which is intertwined in your long fingers. Suddenly a bite astounded your body, the hand flew from the sack. You are wiping your forehead and understand that Godo is not here, neither his puzzling look is not here. Nevertheless you are not convinced that your dream is in a sack. It was tied as a noos forever just as Godo’s arrival. Just as the lightning crossing over the river of words flowing ferociously Just as your steps through dreams full of surprises towards the guards of time Which make the noise of life and the dream of welcome. And instill hope that Godo is going to come. No, Godo is not coming...! You are crying frantically until your tears have made a creek Between your cheek bones and their continuous flow. When the heart beats are felt just as the steps of the unknown When sadness is knocking in the black night Even Godo would have taken in his nail and be thrown away. (Translated by Peter Tase)

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Nov 2, 2011

Nov 2, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC

ndue-ukaj

Godo Is Not Coming

Godo Is Not Coming Ndue Ukaj In a stormy weather, The road from Ireland is closed In rainy nights, the sea cannot be crossed with small steps When swallowed by solitude just as the Earth cracked from the earthquake When pain has no time neither scientific decoding. Godo is not coming, is late, the welcome has contaminated him In a confortable sleep, is bending your dreams and my dreams. He is not coming, neither in the tree of life nor in the theater of surprises He is doing the sleep of welcome which your time doesn’t recognize... our time does not either You are waiting, just as the bride waiting for her husband on the abandoned bed, Dreaming with open arms while he brings the sack full of dreams When he places his hands softly, just as in lovely hair...you relax in there And begging for your dream, which is intertwined in your long fingers. Suddenly a bite astounded your body, the hand flew from the sack. You are wiping your forehead and understand that Godo is not here, neither his puzzling look is not here. Nevertheless you are not convinced that your dream is in a sack. It was tied as a noos forever just as Godo’s arrival. Just as the lightning crossing over the river of words flowing ferociously Just as your steps through dreams full of surprises towards the guards of time Which make the noise of life and the dream of welcome. And instill hope that Godo is going to come. No, Godo is not coming...! You are crying frantically until your tears have made a creek Between your cheek bones and their continuous flow. When the heart beats are felt just as the steps of the unknown When sadness is knocking in the black night Even Godo would have taken in his nail and be thrown away. (Translated by Peter Tase)

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I have been stepping through furious fire Pouring gasoline on flames Frustration flows freely from your falling voice Flinging our fatigued names Emotions; turbulent winds in the stars Feed burning sky, I am standing bare I am hopeful, it scares me awake Heart shatters to make me aware I hear heavy nothings Still reluctant to part Words cut deep, though meaningless Can't move forward, or go back to the start I am sick of self-soothing my soul Mouth opens to tase life so sweet I am silenced, blinded, alone Needing comfort, I am lost in defeat Millions of little airy questions Scald senses, are you going away? I am numb, the pain fades to fear Everything leaves, will this love stay?

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Jul 9, 2018

Jul 9, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Everything Leaves, And So Will You..

I have been stepping through furious fire Pouring gasoline on flames Frustration flows freely from your falling voice Flinging our fatigued names Emotions; turbulent winds in the stars Feed burning sky, I am standing bare I am hopeful, it scares me awake Heart shatters to make me aware I hear heavy nothings Still reluctant to part Words cut deep, though meaningless Can't move forward, or go back to the start I am sick of self-soothing my soul Mouth opens to tase life so sweet I am silenced, blinded, alone Needing comfort, I am lost in defeat Millions of little airy questions Scald senses, are you going away? I am numb, the pain fades to fear Everything leaves, will this love stay?

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I got one! Bring meaning to the meaningless Excess is the American way And to that I salute The senselessness Keeps the infinite far Too far for us to obtain Make me Tase me Take me away Cuff me Love me Shut me out Your gun and badge do not make you more than us Symbol of conformity And self denial To go through the gates To the other side And for that I send you my condolences Lock me in a prison I’ll get out in time I’ll be free where it counts In my heart and my mind While you’re locked outside Telling me Giving me orders On how to act On how to be Am I out of control? Yes Okay, just checking Alright, good Once you’re out of the control Of others You learn to control yourself Right and wrong Yin and yang Passion and rationale Decline and growth

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Dec 18, 2013

Dec 18, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC

tommy-johnson

Curbside Reflection

I got one! Bring meaning to the meaningless Excess is the American way And to that I salute The senselessness Keeps the infinite far Too far for us to obtain Make me Tase me Take me away Cuff me Love me Shut me out Your gun and badge do not make you more than us Symbol of conformity And self denial To go through the gates To the other side And for that I send you my condolences Lock me in a prison I’ll get out in time I’ll be free where it counts In my heart and my mind While you’re locked outside Telling me Giving me orders On how to act On how to be Am I out of control? Yes Okay, just checking Alright, good Once you’re out of the control Of others You learn to control yourself Right and wrong Yin and yang Passion and rationale Decline and growth

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The Cold Separate The Nano Parts Of The Skin Deep Crushing Bones And Veins To Reach The Brain The Reality Is Something You Never Learn Till You Live It, In Different Way So Harsh And Mean To Regret Having Feelings And What's The Human Being And Being That Human Is Something You Did Not Earn Volcanic Eyes, Volcanic Tears And Volcanic Seas Nothing Left To Lose And Nothing Left To Gain Losing The Tase, Color, Faith, To Release The Beast Feel Like No One's There Beside You To Take All The Pain Temptation Love, Temptation, Temptation Life, Temptation Surrender Now To Give Your Soul The Worthy Vacation My Death Now Has Desire, Burn's Me Now Through The Fire Lonely Till The Close Death, To Jump It Now No One Care Shall I Wither And Fall Like An Autumn Leaf Side By Side With My Sorrow, A Painful Grief? Shall Grief's Bitter Cold Sadness Consume Me Like A Winter Storm On The Vast Angry Sea? When The Grave Where I Will Lay In Eternal Peace I Will Know That Death Brought For Me Release Till Where We Were, And Where It Will Be Late Till When God Resurrect Us, I'll Meet You At The Gate To Show You Inside My Small Heart I Have No Hate To Chill Out Around The Memory And Put It Into Fait Temptation Love, Temptation, Temptation Life, Temptation Surrender Now To Give Your Soul The Worthy Vacation My Death Now Has Desire, Burn's Me Now Through The Fire Lonely Till The Close Death, To Jump It Now No One Care Author / Aladdin Aures H.

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Jan 14, 2018

Jan 14, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC

AladdinAuresHamdi

Temptation Love

The Cold Separate The Nano Parts Of The Skin Deep Crushing Bones And Veins To Reach The Brain The Reality Is Something You Never Learn Till You Live It, In Different Way So Harsh And Mean To Regret Having Feelings And What's The Human Being And Being That Human Is Something You Did Not Earn Volcanic Eyes, Volcanic Tears And Volcanic Seas Nothing Left To Lose And Nothing Left To Gain Losing The Tase, Color, Faith, To Release The Beast Feel Like No One's There Beside You To Take All The Pain Temptation Love, Temptation, Temptation Life, Temptation Surrender Now To Give Your Soul The Worthy Vacation My Death Now Has Desire, Burn's Me Now Through The Fire Lonely Till The Close Death, To Jump It Now No One Care Shall I Wither And Fall Like An Autumn Leaf Side By Side With My Sorrow, A Painful Grief? Shall Grief's Bitter Cold Sadness Consume Me Like A Winter Storm On The Vast Angry Sea? When The Grave Where I Will Lay In Eternal Peace I Will Know That Death Brought For Me Release Till Where We Were, And Where It Will Be Late Till When God Resurrect Us, I'll Meet You At The Gate To Show You Inside My Small Heart I Have No Hate To Chill Out Around The Memory And Put It Into Fait Temptation Love, Temptation, Temptation Life, Temptation Surrender Now To Give Your Soul The Worthy Vacation My Death Now Has Desire, Burn's Me Now Through The Fire Lonely Till The Close Death, To Jump It Now No One Care Author / Aladdin Aures H.

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Baby just talk to me You have words Please let me hear them I know they're about me it should be known Trust is a factor i could hide it but im a bad actor this is a bitter thing i dont want to tase it so much silence feels like time wasted They must be secrets Yes this i can see but baby i promise you secrets are safe with me.

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Mar 19, 2013

Mar 19, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC

jay-mance

Secrets

Baby just talk to me You have words Please let me hear them I know they're about me it should be known Trust is a factor i could hide it but im a bad actor this is a bitter thing i dont want to tase it so much silence feels like time wasted They must be secrets Yes this i can see but baby i promise you secrets are safe with me.

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I can’t taste things anymore. Not like how I used to. Nothing tastes the same. I can’t drink the moonlight or eat the sunshine that bounced off your smile. I don’t know when I’ll down this glass of tears and start eating again. I can’t sleep either; and that’s probably because if I did, I’d get closer to being okay without you. And I don’t know what’s scarier - the darkness, or the fact that I never needed you to find the light.

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Apr 7, 2016

Apr 7, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC

marcus-jjaks-j-reyes

I Can't Tase Things Anymore

I can’t taste things anymore. Not like how I used to. Nothing tastes the same. I can’t drink the moonlight or eat the sunshine that bounced off your smile. I don’t know when I’ll down this glass of tears and start eating again. I can’t sleep either; and that’s probably because if I did, I’d get closer to being okay without you. And I don’t know what’s scarier - the darkness, or the fact that I never needed you to find the light.

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"Officer, why didn't you tase me?"

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC

lilheathen

If He Was Alive, He'd Say

"Officer, why didn't you tase me?"

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i quite literally am fatigued falling in love with him is exhausting he is soft skin my cheeks foaming into his neck i know it sounds pleasant i mean we both love ranch ranch lovers bent over backwards you are breaking my spine i hate living here the air does not tase as good the plants are beautiful but i want a new energy source a nature i haven’t fully explored you make it hard loving you is not hard the crying breaking fighting breathing is difficult i know nothing in life is easy but living here in this city is ****** we don’t work here everything clashes nothing molds i just want to move and unfold my soul is unbelievably bold i wish i could stop this lifestyle and put it on hold fly away to a new place and lay in the soil plant a garden of passion baby this is my everyday fashion

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC

niesharad

ironic tirade

i quite literally am fatigued falling in love with him is exhausting he is soft skin my cheeks foaming into his neck i know it sounds pleasant i mean we both love ranch ranch lovers bent over backwards you are breaking my spine i hate living here the air does not tase as good the plants are beautiful but i want a new energy source a nature i haven’t fully explored you make it hard loving you is not hard the crying breaking fighting breathing is difficult i know nothing in life is easy but living here in this city is ****** we don’t work here everything clashes nothing molds i just want to move and unfold my soul is unbelievably bold i wish i could stop this lifestyle and put it on hold fly away to a new place and lay in the soil plant a garden of passion baby this is my everyday fashion

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