"teached" poems
Covered in rust from pig iron girders, and dust from the nicks in old bricks that time cracks
I cannot relax and wish
I could just blow up those buildings and stack them in mounds on the ground,which I realise is no different to what they are now.
Fred Dibnah would know how
he would have taught me,teached me
he was a preacher man
and could demolish with polish as easy as pie, all those monstrosities that laugh as they scrape at the sky (they should bow)
It should be back to the drawing board for those clowns in the towers of the towns where the ring roads depress us.compress us until we're back in the mould.
and the old men in whitehall who still play billiards with no ***** should heed what we say,
we don't want it this way.
We want works, we want perks,we want more out of this living that you are not giving and we're sick,
do you hear?
we are sick to the pits which no longer exist except in the memories of miners and women who scrabbled through dirt and put scraps of coal in their skirts and then carried them home.
Poverty is the bone upon which poor people chew
but be careful down there
one day it may be you
that's being eaten
being beaten
by us.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
*why would somebody like to wander the Arctic
some probably have given up trying to connect
but sometimes, everything seems to be wrong
how one waits, means another’s freedom
freedom in silences? freedom in sentences
but sometimes, meaningful words only hurt
they told me, there’ll always be somebody
to pull you away from the dangerous glacier
but sometimes, there’s curiosity above this pain
they’ve teached me though, they’ll be there
to keep you away from the lonely polar bear
but sometimes, someone doesn't have the fear
to come closer..
just wanted to put my ear on polar bear’s chest
closer to listen to the rhythm of his heartbeat
closer so i could give, show him my best
and that’s how we enter the mouth of the beast
how it chews on me, again and again*
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
Time, transformed me
Heal every touched of rage
All failures that rub me
The wound of my past
Teacher, modified me
Teached me the right path
The lane for a healthier tomorrow
For me to define this life with a better meaning
My friend, changed me
Picked up my wobbly hand
Give mind advice to cure its unrest
I want to feel your positive outlook
My dearest, refined me
Let me feel that genuine affection
Not the phony hugs and kisses
For my body and lips to attained true love
Lord, enlightened me
I was lost in intersecting road
Please display the right ladder
To the place where you are
From my tagalog poem: Baguhin Mo Ako
Translated: 1-18-2016
Mysterious_aries
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
i remember the day when i saw you for the first time....,
i thought i am seeing you for the last time.........
but no,you met me again and again......
each time you made me feel i am born for you to gain.....
the way you looked at me that day......
made my heart to fly away and away......
everything was going fair......,
and love was in the air.....
but suddenly i dnt know what happened to you.....,
about Me,
you changed your view......
there was a day when we use to read each others eyes.....,
and this is the day when we both want to rid off from each other lives.....
i just cant believe that you are the person who made my world go round and round......,
because now you made my world go down and down.....
you know it very well that i never begged love from you.....,
because i never expected in return from you......
you know it very well that i never forced you for anything....,
but then too you insulted Me without thinking........
but never mind,
i am happy that you came in my life as a special person .....,
because you are the one who teaChed Me life's greatest lessons.....
the only wish is ,i want to see you happy forever....
but yup.....,
now i made my heart to fall in love never......!!!!!
-by MohiT CristO KalwadiA
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
oh princess of my heart
your angel eyes Captivate me
you are the whisper of angels that no one can explain
the roset that open in the winter of my age
A Glory of femininity unique
you drop your magic on me with eyes full of Pride
such the light and roses when we meet
stand up, come closer, cuddle me, and never forget me
in middle of the road that covered by flowers and beautiful view
yes princess come closer and cuddle me, and make me dazzing
in the sea of your love, I Dump like the dead
with your feeling and romance the only delicate princess created by lord
be easy on sad heart, Oh princess with that beautiful face
show me how to own that heart
the way to make you fall in my love
come over and kiss me with that soft lips
I Will step on fire on hell on sadness
only to have you I can sacrifice more
I hope I Will take off that deprivation away of you
I'm A lover who needs no rest from your love
I Will write for you poems without a title
because they have the same title -Your name-
I Will write for you all the songs that my heart sing for you
once you sing it, your voice will be beautiful in the sky
your love teached me how to write the true feelings through your eyes
I Will take off m clothes my spirit my own just for you
I really miss you, can you take the hold to see me
Author/ Aladdin Aures Hamdi
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
i touch my soul and release the ON switch.
The darkness beckons like an aborted child full of possibilities never explored.
Potential never reached.
Heights never teached.
Things never speeched.
But life goes on thrashing like a rude animal, desperately devouring all in its path with no end in sight, and no table manners.
Trembling slowly, my hand reaches into the abyss for a drop of light to comfort my flickering life force. The only channel of hope that now rushes with the ferocity of a dying turtle, with no home to speak of.
TICK TOCK, click clack, the only sounds that remind me that reality never shuts off.
Where’s the remote?
It was never invented.
My shadows play dead to my consciousness, never there to teach me my concrete lessons.
So I scratch my bed stings, reminders of my past, itches of my present, and marks in my future.
The fade to black is my only resolution.
The gavel sounds and I pinch myself, hoping it’s a dream, no it’s just a scheme, ultralight beam?
The ticks turn into Morse code. Translation?
Start over.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
Once, my momma told me to be vigorous
She teached me how to fight with manner
She told me how to argue in righteous
She told me not to be hungry in power.
Once, my momma told me how to be a great man
She teached me how to do chores
She teached me everything in the long run
She was my hero, my saviour that I adore.
My momma, was there through my whole existence
She teached and tell me everything I need to know
She became my mother and father without difference
She was there everytime I get older and to get a blow.
Once, I miss her vanilla pie so I run back home
Feeling excited—I rush inside through the door
I have a big smile, but in a while my body became a stone
I saw it with my two eyes my mother was lying on the floor.
I snapped out and came back from my reverie
I was about to come closer when I saw my hands dripping with blood
Suddenly I saw a mirror with a reflection of me
I was holding a gun and a smile curved into my lips before I hear a thud.
I woke up, in a small filthy cell
I realized I am a prisoner
Time flies so fast I couldn't tell
I remembered I was a murderer.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 6:52 AM UTC
She would hank up on my left side
Listening to my breathing
Like You, she loved to grabble
To take care of my health, You're cared about it too
Unlike You, she’s got an apprehension of old science fiction movies
And she often stared at me while I was dozing or watching a film.
Jokingly, I would draw her attention:
- Look! Advertising for "Elvita cakes"!
We were laughing.
I understood that stare.
Because of You.
While we were walking in the winter, you wanted to be on my right side
And You would let me slip my hand into the pocket of your coat.
I'd watched you tread, with rosy cheeks
Hair pulled into a bun
I would stare.
You would ask - what ?!
Nothing, I would answer.
(your smile, you fool)
In the first months we photographed ourselves
With a cheap film camera
And photos were in color
On photos, You turn out magically.
I brought along the album with these photos of you
While I train traveled in dawn, for the semester verification.
I stared, while the coupe was empty.
In the city I bumped into a former, older, more experienced colleague
We both worked in a bookstore and his father teached literature.
I told him about the new poems, the new job after old bookstore and that I'm in a relationship.
I showed him your photo, the most beautiful one.
He froze.
Then he said with a smile:
You are going to be so ****** up when this relationship ends ...so ****** up.
And he, as always, was right.
I was *******
I didn’t tell you about the album and the train
I let you speak about musicians
You were not pleased because I didn’t understood the song of Leonard Cohen completely
And I wasn’t pleased not knowing for the comicbook which will essentially explain the two of us.
You become cold, distant.
You left in February, after the literary evening
You were a bit surprised that I gave You a book, gift with a dedication
Although I was (un) consciously conscious of what awaits for me soon.
I didn’t complicate.
I got up, kissed You on the forehead, and I went towards the station and to take a bottle of beer.
Where are you going, You asked. Pulled me by the sleeve. Tightened me.
We struggled for a few seconds. Stopped.
You wanted to see me off, to see how the train departs slowly, leaving
How train wagon becomes a point in the distance that disappears in the fog.
Of course, it was your way.
Now we both have a cult episode of Dylan Dog
Comicbook called " The Long Goodbye "
There is also a scene at the train station
And I finally realized Leonard
After the first empty bottle.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
Think ..
The thinker takes it all
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
The full Moon Cometh
Brighter then Before,
but cratered with Blood stained hands...
Here i lay Bleeding beneath
hand prints I once teached,
Hands that I once reached
And A Brother I lie beneath.
The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth,
Hidden behind the mask of men
I caught full glimplise of the beast,
A Friend.
As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side
My mouth grew parched,
Oh this Ides of March
Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
When the sadness tears
ran and showed my fears.
I saw you standing
and you gave me your understanding.
Reached,
Teached,
and Healed,
me.
I fell in love with your smile,
Your beauty made me try.
I learned to climb then fly.
Thank You!
My Love, and My Healer!----------------
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Tonight,
my sweet boy
left.
My baby boy.
Helped his birth.
Kissed every inch
of his growth.
Teached him
every taste and texture and smell.
His hand in my throat
to articulate every sound.
Made him giggle
the very first time.
My baby boy.
All the stories,
all the words.
'You are my intelligence',
he wrote once,
age five.
My sweet boy.
He left.
As he should,
to live with his mother.
I have stayed for him.
Now,
for whom
would I stay?
There is nothing
left for me
to wish for.
Maybe
he will think of me
and smile.
[14/07/14]
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
I can't seem to think straight.
So much mixed emotions and countless thoughts,
Aching my mind with the pain it brought.
Trying to stay positive and strong,
Wanting to hold on to something that lost its bond.
Eyes watering hope aint worth it no more,
Fixing something that can't be restore.
Yielding, pleading, talking can't change reality,
Wrecking an unstable mentality.
Keep your head up and believe in brighter days,
Just as a rose symbizes love, it rotts away.
Life compared to nature compare to something that's out of reach.
Something that can define what's teached.
It's okay, your stronger than you think.
Just one blink to realize what is Destiny.
-dpk
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
He is the brother i never had
he is the friend from far distant shores.
He is a writer a poet of life and wonder
a warrior worthy of Valhala
a hero worthy of Olympus
a soul worthy of Tir na nog from Celts.
Wildman he is called in my book
of elven folk grandmaster smith
which Hephestos himself teached
of ancient long forgotten craft.
A glass of old greek wine i raise
and wish to him Happy new year.
My gift to him my humble poem
my gift to him my gratitude
for being my brother.
Gratitude for being an inspiration.
Alas, for he is a man worthy of all
the blessings of the Gods.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
The sheathing of this bulb
has broken, filled with scratches
Although it still shines bright
Hub of its joy: serving me
It has seen all of my doodles
but gave away nothing
My infant poems often think
that its light is their mother
My sweat, my tears, my nightmares
are its insignia, its tatoo
It imputes its capability
of breathing to me
but I am the apprentice here
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
sweet nights of betrayal
freedom is at last on our tails
swept to the sea away from the rails
set in the sun on the moon we sail. x2
off and running like birds with no names
taking a ride toward those high frames
looking up toward a desert sky
folks are boarding planes dressed to die
only us and this world we can see
this ocean was made for you and me
our love combined is unity
undress me, sally.
We aint no law we can’t be teached
we gonna drive so far we can’t be reached
and sleep where the shady moon meets the sun
and die in a blue valley as one.
Feel your hand meet the breeze
fly to the edge of all your dreams
The sky is set for you and i
We were born young and we will die.
So fly with me, sally.
Cast aways on diamond light
i fell in love with you at first sight
And left the world where hatred ran
and sailed to a place where nobody can.
Swept by hope in a vanishing moon
We ran with eyes above to catch the balloon
But our backs were caught in the rising sun
And together we died in the blue valley as one.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
Since when I hath layed the blue orbs on you,
You captured thee.
You hath been my friend, a company.
Ups and downs you're always 'round.
You didn't leave me as doth others around.
Over powering my heart and thy soul of ill.
For you hath been my teacher that teached me good will.
Gave life to the burned and crumpled paper.
Filled the deserted newspaper.
Put colour to the lackluster painter.
And hey, I dont want to be a poetess nor a writer.
I want to be the letter that they put together.
Important and remembered forever.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Failure is a fantastic feeling,
we don't agree coz we are conditioned to
believe success can bring beautiful feeling.
Failure helps people to stop wasting their
energy and resources. Failure has teached a lot
to human than success.
The success people are always works for
early accomplishment. What happens?
When you reach your ultimate goal, you find
emptiness. an abyss.
very difficult to fill that especially
when you are in a corporate world.
you experience the tiredness of feeling
alone at the top of the world. a new fame
brings new enemies, then.... drop everything and
take the route of becoming a sage.
And being a sage was not so simple. To live doing
nothing was the most cruel habit. Why?... Think,
you are going to live your life through begging.
It means you want others to work and feed you
in the form of charity. Hence, the real joy is.... in
living slowly, and proceed to achieve our goal in
paced manner spread over the entire life. and the
best way of living is.. every minute of efforts invested
in corporate world must be compensated for living a
contented beautiful life.
Brushing failures and touching rare success are
the real juice of happiness...
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
Life is the combination of happiness and sorrownes ,
Life is the period of acknowledgement,
It teached us to live in ourself but for others ,
It showed us path to discover for comfort of others ,
Life started with the birth,
And starts to do mind make up ,
Life brings failure to give a new inspiration ,
And then it brings happiness to ease the time ,
It is fixed that good time will come ,
And then people will say that we are enjoying good life ,
Life provides us the unlimited boundary of thinking ,
And educate us what to do for others ,
Life of child look like the growing plant ,
And when the child grows it gets opportunity to feed the world ,
Then they understand life is to live ,
And hence they became able to say life meanings good or bad ,
Life revealed the truth that why do we live ,
And it also revealed why do we feel ,
The time told us that life is passing and we are dying ,
And then the people knewd that life is a suffering and donating game ,
Abd finally one died ,
But others are still alive to live the life.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
There is an Angel that changed my life,
She teached me not to fight,
And I've dropped everything I've had for her,
Eventually giving her my soul.
But as a demon as I am,
I've put my ego in front and lost her,
Now I'm crying from the depth of my soul,
Knowing that there is nothing to do more.
I prayed to God to give you all,
Even though its painfull to know,
That another man have you by his side,
That was the best things I've could decide.
I cry so much in the depth of my heart,
Knowing we both went on separate path,
I want everything to finish now,
The pain is too much, to death I bow.
But if I do that, who will be there to pray for you more?
Atleast this is a reason I can live for.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Why you call me angel? Once she asked..
I can't be one - must be the other side
Cause Angels have never be to cry,
they don't get bound with chains,
get hit or ****** till bleed
they don't have any fears to leave someone alone
they never wish they could die
angels don't have to live in nightmares
They don't need to learn how to love pain to survive
they can just laugh and fly away..
No..i said.. you must be an angel
You've just forgotten how you loose your wings
cause only an angel can do what you do to me
Only an angel can make someone laugh
Who never even learned to smile
and take away all this pain and darkness I've been born in
Only an angel can melt a person made of steel to anything that can feel
Only you where able to made a person out of a living robot
So yes..you are my angel
My fallen Angel,
shooted down in this hell with broken wings,
But with an unbroken heart,
just covered in dust to avoid the demons all around,
and one day you will get your wings back -
you will get them back and get the call to leave this place,
and the only thing I want
is to grow strong enough
to come with you,
to resist the way just with these wings
you teached me to build out of dreams and beats..
or if I can't..at least I wanna watch your flight back where you really belong
Ok, so you can call me your angel for real,
but only if i can call you mine,
and if we promise each other
to get together on the flight
She said and smiling cried..
2 years later she got her wings back as she died..
the last thing she asked me for
was to don't stop ,to get ready for this flight,
even alone..
and here I am 14 Years later
14 after she's gone-
And haven't stop trying to fly,
trying to save what she'd left for me
to honour what she has done for me..
trying to become a person like her,
to teach sometimes someone how to fly,
to hold on to my dreams
and ever look up in the sky,
like as hope to see her there -
like she's just gone a moment before.
I just hope she can see me down in here - and I hope she's smiling for what she sees
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
I push you away
Roll my eyes on you
Put my hands in my hips
Till you leave
So I can cry
In bittersweet relief
Leave, I tell you
I do not care
I have myself
And that is all I need
But when you leave
I look out of the window
Watching you go
Praying you will turn around
Come back
And finally
See me
How I really am
But I can not show
I can not break
I need to be strong
So before I cry
I will scream
Before I break
I will go
The world has teached me
That those that show weakness
Will be run over
So I pretend
Till one day I don't have to
But you never turn around
And my heart
It keeps breaking
As I push you away
It scares me
How good I can lie
How I can pretend
To be stone cold
While I break
In silence
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
My left hands scratches the air looking for some kind of support
I can't get up, all my attempts end up the same way
In a lame complain of my human condition
the only thing I'm able to see is the strange shine of the coffin in my right side
the wood is swamping in my ribs
I'm not sure where I am, and... the way I got here
is still fuzzy, faces, names, melodies...they're just little glimpses
and when my fingertips cross the surface of this place
willing to find way out of here...the memories of our old world haunt my mind,
do you remember me?
would you come back?
make it easy, drag the simple linings of the light inside you
all the poetry you brag about
your fake promises and the sweet essence of your steps
you teached me how to light a candle in the middle of the darkness
but, how I've come to forget it all?
You've forgotten
and it's an unfinished symphony
darkness is all I have now
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Thank you.
I've been passing though all the ridiculous frustrations of all my life.
You are a part of it.
You never asked how I was feeling and I am pretty sure that you dont even know what I'm passing though right now because you're too busy making machiavellian plans to destroy my ******* happiness.
I feel alone and left by all the ones I loved the most and you dont have any idea of what is this and the big fault you have in it.
You make me feel like this all the time without even knowing it.
I fixed my personality just to make you proud and not become a problem in your life. But this is my goodbye.
You never tasted the real bad thing so every little mistake I make is too much for you.
I never gave you something to really care about.
I never did what all my friends did because I knew you would not approve but this isnt something you even think about when you start your ******* idiots fights, and all of my friends called me an idiot for never cross your line and I'm really sorry about that, because all I really wanted was to be free like them.
I'm sorry because all I wanted was to be the perfect girl for you.
And all I have in return is insignificant and exhausting.
I've decided to change completely. To open my hands and throw away everything you've always teached me just to be who I want to be.
I want to be bad. I want to live fast and die young. I want to taste the horrible things too. I want to let go of all the normal stuff in my life to be as unusual as I can be.
I'm tired. You'll always have something to complain about and I'm not in your game anymore.
I dont want to be good and I dont want to be weak.
You've always made me like this. You're always threatening me and making me play your stupid game. But honey I have nothing to lose anymore.
I'm not going to be stuck on your ways and I dont care if I have to die for that.
I refuse to live a life that is not mine and live to please someone who only sees the worst part of me.
You never told me I'm good even though I am. but when you opened your mouth all you had to say was about all the mistakes I made.
I give up on being perfect and I dont want to spend not even a moment listening to your ******** anymore.
I am really done by now.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
Disgustingly full of selfhatred
I once again push a knife to my skin
Red pearls fall to the ground
They are filled with rage and pain
I can't remember a time before my fall
They cut my wings with silver blades
They teached me how to do it
So now I'm pulling feathers out of my skin
And wish no more
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC