"teared" poems
Another night without you,
morning come and you're gone.
Where are you,
in a world filled with hatred and war.
I hope you're somewhere safe,
somewhere much more inviting.
Children with their fathers,
hand in hand,
laughing until they can laugh no more.
And I sit alone,
quietly watching them with the fear
that I will never see my daddy again.
I've cried all my tears,
I haven't laughed for the whole year.
There's not a day I don't think about you,
or a day I don't miss you.
Maybe, someday,
we will meet again.
In an afterlife
with so much more joy than this one.
But I hope you'll recognize the broken girl I've become,
with scarred wrists and teared eyes.
I'm not the happy child I was when you left,
I'm something much darker.
It's not a happy Father's Day for the fatherless.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
Can you help your black brother push even when he's stuck.
Can you pick him up even when he's down.
Can you build him up after society has teared him down.
Can you love him even after the world has hated him from over four hundreds ago.
Can you love your brother?
Because our black men need our black women.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
This is America for Petes sake
Black lives don’t matter here
They say they’re being treated unfair
But they’re the one’s drinking up all the welfare
And we even pay for their health care
Poor black folk shouting black lives matter
But they don’t matter
The only thing that matters is the fat cats getting fatter
Build a school or a jail?
In a place like Baltimore, those black kids are already bound to fail
Let’s not forget from whence we hail
We came from abroad to build this house
This was never meant to be a game of cat and mouse
They don’t know their power, so they will never see their hour
Cause you see white people are only safe when those animals scared
White people are only safe when white people are feared
When black people are teared, and on their face is smeared the blood of their ancestors, on the altar that is prepared
The altar that was broken down when we ended Jim Crow
Since then look how low our country did go
But at last at last now again we can make America great
Now again we can end any debate , about what it means to be free
Cause when Trump is in charge I’ll tell you, you won’t tell me
When Trump is President you'll put your hand over your heart for the anthem, not take a knee
When Trump is President, You’ll be satisfied , you’ll lower your fist and you’ll be
You’ll be gratified, you’ll shut your mouth and watch your people die
You’ll watch them bleed like Alton Sterling,
You’ll stand there you’ll cry
And then you’ll wonder why,
why does the color of your skin decide whether or not you win
As you kneel before me thinking about your next of kin,
ready to feel these bullets in your body as your reality sets in
This country was never your own
We brought you here as slaves, you call out for a savior but
Abraham Lincoln is dead so you can put down the phone
Martin Luther King is dead so you can put down the phone
Malcom X is dead, you see,now you’re all alone
We’ve infiltrated your culture and now that seed has grown
As we watch you destroy each other and continue to postpone anything that looks like freedom
Cause you see freedom isnt free
We gained ours in 1776
Your ancestors were still in chains but here today you celebrate with me
Thinking that you’re free
But you will never be free
Harriet Tubman freed a thousand slaves
And she could've freed a thousand more but they were cheering for Trump in his rallies
Because they can’t grasp what it means to be free
And that mere truth is the key
So we won’t say their names
We won’t feel their pains
Cause this is the United States of America , and white is right, we still hold the reigns
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
I ate hot meals,
I brushed my teeth day and night,
I spent long hours on the mobile
with friends,
I wore well laundered clothings,
Not a single crease or a stain on them,
Before motherhood.
My home was ***** and span,
No stumbling on scattered toys,
No ***** window panes,
No tiny hands holding my skirts,
No one eagerly waiting for me on the doorsteps,
No spits,pukes, pees or poos to clean,
No teared eyes to wipe,
No tiny bundle to hold in my arms,
Getting love,warmth and satisfaction in return,
Before motherhood.
I was in control of myself,
Of my mind and thoughts,
Caretaker of my own body,
Spending hours to enhance my beauty,
To maintain grace and elegance,
Before motherhood.
Now I am a mum,
I don't mind if my hair is disheveled,
My house is a bit messy,
I am exhausted,
For the reward of a hug, a kiss
and those endearing words,"I
love you mum,you are the bestest." completes me.
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
her churiyan clashed
submerging in the red, orange and green
of her sharara
as she spun round and round
a blur of striking colors
her laughing face hidden
among those of her cousins
as they danced in a circle
each girl wearing colors of the rainbow
smiles like the sun brightening their faces
their bare feet decorated with mehndi
as they spun on their toes
letting their hair follow them like velvet curtains
the pitter patter of their restless feet
becoming one with the music around them
the elders of the family
throwing rose petals and clapping
watching the new generation
bless the married couple
with laughter, colors & life
the girl with curls in her hair
pulling down the bride-to-be
off the stage and onto the dance floor
her fiancé nudging her and watching his future
twirl with the young girls
as families became from two to one
he looked upon his love with eyes full of wonder
as she pushed back her dark hair and hid her face
refusing to dance
but even the blushing bride couldn't stop the girls
from convincing her to join them
they took her by the hands
and let the music guide them as they threw their arms in the air
swaying to songs about boundless ishq
and the stars which shine upon those who fall in the arms of endless love
the bride's red gharara shimmering under the lights
complimenting the red in her cheeks
the sparkle in her teeka bright
but never brighter than the twinkle in her euphoric eyes
her mother teared watching her baby all grown up
and her father looked at her as his success
seeing his only daughter so full of joy
others onlooked
as the girls embraced their youth
and with the bride created a circle of joy
for that moment,
the love was shared between them all
they forgot all about their heartbreaks
and the everlasting love which never lasted
they forgot all about the boys with pretty eyes and even prettier lies
as they rejoiced over the love of their loved ones
with a little inch of hope in their own hearts
that someday someone would look at them
as the smiling groom did the stunning bride
*passion. surety. serenity.
pyaar*
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Bare feet
Teared clothes
Eyes with tears
Consoling her fear
She was *****
Broken and burned
Still people taped
Her parents told her
You'll be not married
Nor have kids
It's better to be silent and mild
Her voice being shivered
Shouted! If my words
Will not shout
Rapists voice will be loud
World will make me choose
Tough honor or life
I have nothing to loose
Nothing to loose
People may refuse
May repel my voice
But i being robbed
And justice is what
I wanna eloped ♥️
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
The Grump put on his morning face.
Wiped away crystallised grit ,
Straight out of her teared up eyes.
My goodness this poem is shaped out of ****
A deliberate ploy,
For she is woman, and he is boy.
He had a *** change,
Normally grumpy is male, hee hee,
Today grumpy is me.
The last Sunday of a somewhat sulky year.
Look deep in my eyes and surely you'll see a tear.
I don't cry.....
Why ever should I ?
Mentally strong as a freaking ox,
Manipulative as a silver fox.
A wicked sense of humour.
Thank f**k ,
Without that I'd probably have no luck,
Not out on the pull.
That just isn't cool.
Ladies don't.
This lady can't be bothered!
(C) Livvi
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
A raven lives inside my heart
Devouring its functions part by part
Veins and arteries, teared apart
Blood paints on a canvas, portrait of art
To be continued
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I hate this color:)
from the couldn't write to the couldn't sleep
almost questioned the revenge from the read
to have the crumbled skin kiss the red
the lost bitten nails got teared and fed
pastel in capital letters on sand
the cruel wave washes in no clock hand
an orange flee for your life
leave a trail to follow and strive
-----ravenfeels
Jul 15, 2021
Jul 15, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
You took a ride
From a stranger
Driving a flower child van
And you never came back,
Lost in dead dreams,
Long gone ideals,
Wearing a
Psychedelic trip for a shirt
And dirt rubbed jeans teared knee to knee,
The wind blowing
And the radio playing some Dylan song,
Screaming and laughing,
The days were sand castles
On a beach being blown and
Losing shape, back to single grains,
And you promised that you'd never go back
But someplace in the back of your mind
You admitted to yourself that things
Like this, of smiles and bright eyes,
Never last, never last,
But that didn't stop you
And the highway stretched
And the clock ticked ticked
And the seconds were minutes
And the minutes hours,
A paper tablet for every normal thought
Worked like magic, medicine for the spirit,
Just like those that came before you,
All those people that smiled once,
Refusing to get behind a cubicle,
Refusing to wear a suit,
Refusing to get old,
You rode that van to the edge
(Of civilization) and watched the sun
Settle down up close, face to face,
And some time in between
It all stopped
And you were
Ancient history,
The psychedelic shirt lay in a chest,
The jeans in the back of a garbage truck,
The radio stopped playing Dylan,
The wind stopped blowing,
The castles were a hill of sand again,
Nobody screamed, nobody laughed,
you can try to run
But time always gets you,
No amount of pink and green tablets
Will save you
And peace will be but a teenage dream,
And the you that never came back
Did not come back,
But not because the van kept driving,
But because the van broke down forever,
Nothing lasts forever, nothing,
Especially you.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
I am at a crescendo of this mercurially
fervent woe, maimed by the visage of
_smoke and mirrors;_
"a death in chrysalis is to live once again."
Draping into the worn out disheveled
silk, _beautifully withered_
lulled by the sound of riverbanks
as if it's pacifying the feral.
A star-lit eyes deluged with bliss
rose with thorn-teared flesh
overwhelmed by a mawkish melancholia. Although we were haunted by our old love, _it will never be the same_.
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC
Love is all he knows,
Like doves, he reeps what he cannot sow,
Completely seeping where you cannot go,
Secretly creeping on his toes,
And there it goes,
Waking up a stranger to the morning sun,.
After shaking from danger,
He cannot live without her his heart speaks out in anger,
She's the last out, to give what they were, from back in the start, for' she sneaked around,
Turned his whole world upside down,
He grabs the gun and preys his last prayers, she stabbed his heart, and it teared and teared,
Life's not fair life's not fair, the underkeeper gloomed,
The gun killed today, and a love much steeper bloomed.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
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There's crumpled papers, ripped apart
teared to shreds
lying scattered on the floor
I've been here all day
trying to fold and fold
paper, over and over by itself
My hands are starting to get sore
Floating paper mache's
near the water, too been there all day.
Paper crane, where are you going?
don't leave me here in this disarray
Paper icicles, piercing as it might.
Paper...
all paper
the village, the people, the cars
So lovely.
A land of peace.
Dare be no fright
I loom over the sight
I shaped this all! Might i be pleased
oh this feels so right
A paper village
I created, oh what a sight! -
Paper faces, wearing a mask
on a parade
villagers
don't leave me now
not ever
as you go on and celebrate today
your lands will only grow bigger
All will be okay.
So long you don't wash away,
nor flee the village
i'd shaped
in the center of this disarray
◊
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 10:14 AM UTC
Read me your favorite book in the dark, as our bodies touch.
let me feel your thoughts, your fears just as they linger off your lips as you read the words off the page.
In that spilt of a second, Hit me with a silence and deep stare, as I grasp for my breath
Tears the clothes off my body just as you teared into my mind,
Let's sit in the dark, let's share, let's feel.
Read me your favorite book and compare me to daisies.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
*1) Your eyes killed me without mercy
2) Your lips made me an addict
3) My heart keeps gossiping about you all the time
4) Since I saw you, I forgot the rest
5) You stole my heart and hid it
6) You merged with my soul and I don't know who I am anymore
7) You occupy my imagination all the time
9) You jailed me waiting for your answer
10) You teared my eyes when they thought they were not going to see you again
Your sins are forgiven if you say* ...
"I love you"
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
He choked me until I went under the other day
And oh my god it felt so great
My eyes teared up and my mind went dark
And oh how I wanted him to keep going
Is this how rope would feel too?
I mean surely it would yield the same affect except much faster
If so death would be so easy
Death would feel so good
Death would take 30 seconds of pure pleasure
**** falling to the break of my bones and drowning in the ***** water of my passed
I want to be cut off from the poison that is oxygen
I want salvation at last
I can't do it now because I love you
But please oh please do it again
I'll practice with you for what will happen after you get bored and leave
I have no fear of death
None what so ever
******* thank you darling I love you so much
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady I had to
Go run some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
Morning
I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
Always gives
ALWAYS
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
Do you see that old man
filthy and wrinkled on the street
he's a statue where the feet often steps
and yet his soul never did leave
Do you see that young lady
Pained and teared in her heart
sitting by the lonely bench
her eyes teary, staring at the sun
Have you seen that small child
cold and starved by his fate
drinking water despite its filthiness
smiling despite the cruelty of the world
How many unspoken words are there
roaming around in the thin air
knowing how large the world is
Yet the love is so small, so rare
Knowing how heartless people can be
knowing that their beloved ones left
and yet they wore shades of smile
With their unspoken words behind everything else
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, a hell in heaven:-\
is it the truth that we are miserable?
because my tears are dry and I'm tasting the hellish invisible
love---a feeling not for me to be soaring
hate---a being I am destined to be drowning
not of others yet nonexistent in my life but own
the numb and empty teared my veins into the cored bone
north kills south
east kills west
never had my archer aiming the unknown quest
am I a devil???
if I want to surf the hells
yearning a scar and pain just for a feel a meaning to my cells
-------ravenfeels
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 2:57 AM UTC
i never thought remembering
would burn this much, nor that it would consume my sleep at night.
I remember how happy and sentimental
cute clingy songs made me feel, because my pathetic heart felt every lyric.
I now find myself skipping those songs because they remind me the pain of you. That last taste of your lips that used to give me comfort, but none of it was real. How could you sit there, look me in my teared up eyes and lie to my face? I wonder how many times you touched me, kissed me knowing **** well you did not love me anymore, these questions torment me on my daily basis. Therefore I keep myself busy to distract my thoughts from you,
I can heal all i want, but how do i get this feeling of betrayal off my skin? I find it very ironic how you used to blame me for the sins you were comitting. Broken promises and blood spilling, but you're perfectly fine.
That's such a ********
These memories became a wound on my soul and you my stabber but i gave you the dagger, i regret you all the time. We became a tainted memory id like to fully erase from my being.
Mar 9, 2023
Mar 9, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
I know what it’s like to be heartbroken too
it feels like a bomb
like the flowers that have been eaten alive by aphids
always sitting with you, uncomfortable,
a notch tighter on your belt loop after a heavy meal
or someone taking an unflattering picture of you and posting it all over the internet
you are ugly to yourself now,
and quiet because of it
I lost my clarity after I ran up the hill and rolled down it, clumsily with joy
it must have fallen out of my pocket or dripped out of my eye sockets
as they teared up from the pollen
I ask myself
what is true?
but it’s harder here, when I can’t be certain if there’s a ghost hanging around in my frontal lobe or if it’s just the pulsating fear of being kicked to the curb
that’s what being heartbroken is like -
always feeling like you’re being kicked to the curb for no good reason
it’s like,
what’s the point of getting up in the morning? I’ll make breakfast and then somebody will hurt me again
the point is
learning how to decipher the difference between apathy and acceptance
you’ll get there
redemption doesn’t count or feel at all rewarding if everything is easy
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
I cried for no apparent reason
I sobbed and teared my way out
Silently without any reason
I wailed hollowly as I silently shout
I laughed for not a single thing in mind
Smiling at everything in bliss
I stared wide eyed like in treasures we find
But deep in me something is amiss
The hollow feeling of something which is not there
The slight tingling of my numb soul
The feverish and endless hunger I bear
The empty shell drained from a gaping hole
I am born to be as one destined
To feel agony and joy
I have virtue yet I sinned
In deep eternity the lord's broken envoy
Of deep hatred and much love
The fear and bravery both halves
Like the flying crow and dove
I am a Yin and Yang created by the One Above.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
candid malice, besieging
drained by lucrative ignorance
frustration staining teared windows
the hole leaks with pure essence
once where the heart stood, emptiness retains resolve
desolation sets in
she calls, in the mind..
passion begets strife
i walk on
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
don’t touch my soul with ***** hands
your miserable lies lay where you stand
a shadow of filth cling to your back
turn around to a nightmare of black
regrets haunting your every thought
maybe you shouldn't have wrestled and fought
for my own fragile, loyal heart
when love meant nothing as you teared me apart
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC