"timberlake" poems
Love bug, lady crush, peeking through a midnight sky,
Deep Purple, Smoke on the Water, before a
glimmer in her eye,
90's girl, child stars of, The Disney Club,
Timberlake, Spears, Aguilera,
Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls dominating,
every air wave,
Victoria Beckham, her Parsons inspiration
fashion designer she'll fight her way,
to the top, so much power in her name,
yet even stripped bare, she'd be a star,
her talent to sketch, draw and drape,
falls on knees bent, if only we pray,
to even have an ounce from her display,
I know few like her, love unconditional,
we're the writers seeking solace,
an unforgiving pain,
life taking so much drain,
in the light of day this pain brings forth,
an edge to your art, a masochistic feel,
creating itself a soul untamed.
You write to remember, you sketch your dreams
hopelessness turns to desire,
the dark cloud of youth,
dissipates in the air,
knowing there is a way through,
treachery and despair.
My dear, you may some days,
feel in that gutter trying to,
catch a star,
but today you shine, as bright as
a diamond in this very same sky,
we see across continents,
each night that we pray.
Release the grip, lessen the pull,
fly and fly,
sore heights so high,
you ain't ever coming down.
© Sia Jane
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
#4 | 31 Poems for August
Woken up by the sound of rain.
Writing about intimate memories until sunshine finds me again.
It may seem like I cannot see but sometimes the darkness becomes my light.
It’s amazing to see a love this beautiful shine so bright.
I found love in the midst of pain.
I found sunshine in the midst of rain.
Your perfect imperfections are the most intriguing parts of your being.
Sometimes these words are just not enough to describe all that I feel for you.
Your hips are perfectly contoured for my hands to hold on to.
When you’re not here, these hands don’t know what else to do.
We found love in the midst of pain.
We found sunshine in the midst of rain.
The pages of my heart are saturated with words describing how remarkable you are.
In a sky full of constellations, you are my favourite star.
Your perfect imperfections are the most intriguing parts of your being.
A connection this strong was destined.
I gave you love, you gave me reflections.
Now a song by Justin Timberlake keeps playing on the radio.
I may be introverted but my love for you will always show.
Maybe that’s something our friends need to know.
Woken up by the sound of rain.
Writing about intimate memories until sleep finds me again.
“I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.” – John Green
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
"Losing my Way"
My thoughts are here
My thoughts are there
I can't think straight
I hope that I'm just over thinking myself
because without you I would just lose my way
just like Justin Timberlake
without you there is no one
I just hope I'm over thinking
Cause all these thoughts
Just drive me crazy
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
There are guys who wed girls
There are straight folks and gays.
There are those who like single life too.
A fellow in England once wed his T.V.
I’ve known women in love with their shoes.
But the strangest relationship
I ever heard tell
Was the woman who married herself.
She’d waited for years
For “Mister Right” to appear
and was tired up there on the shelf.
So she strolled down the Aisle
With a confident smile
(There was no need to give her away)
She composed her own vows
which drew much raves and wows.
While Justin Timberlake’s “Mirrors” song played.
She thought” who needs a spouse,
They just mess up your house.
So she bought a ******** instead
She vacationed in France
Where no one looks askance
And took “Battery Bob’ to her bed”
Love is Love. I have heard
But this bond is absurd.
You know very well how this ends.
An expensive divorce in a year I forecast
But the Bride and the “Groom” will stay friends.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Alas! The fleeting years glide on.
Eheu fugaces labuntar anni
So it goes, an old poet
rose, to tell the story of
the beast and the decaying glass rose,
petals falling softly cracking into broken
glass.
When you look at someone through rose tinted glasses, all the the red flags just look like flags.
raise a generation on Eminem and Cobain
then
scratch your head wondering where all us grown boys
went a little insane
from Timberlake to Bieber
Brittany to Miley
what's really changed?
anything
but our age?
a president named Bush went to war on terror
in the the middle-east,
ten years later his son does the same thing.
again I ask,
what's even changed
but
our age?
The ****** scandals begun by our ******* president
continue today under an eponymous tabloid cover
called Kardashian.
exploitation the name of the game,
everything is done for us,
especially our thinking.
less scarily,
our cooking.
there has never not been an "us vs. them"
mentality in human history.
we are cultured cannibals, tribesmen who have outgrown
our britches.
****** and racial liberation continues against
****** and racial tension
*** is cheap
drugs are cheaper
morals are depleted
agnosticism the happy sedated norm
nobody expects a revival but the saved themselves, the born
again.
well do I even wish to be born again into a life as this?
If I have learned anything thus far from life's teachings:
One is nothing and everything
Nowhere and everywhere
spirits abound where you least expect them
There is no zero and no infinity
Watch a fire burn and you will know this truth
Alas! The fleeting years glide on.
Eheu fugaces labuntar anni
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
I desire to frolic in land mines
Toxic compatriots desiring little past flesh
I talked like moving my mouth was compulsory
Word *****
Actual *****
Alphabet soup
Teenage mutant ninja hurdles
I think most of us have failed those
Switch my mind from off to on
But you can keep your ***** hose
Destructively productive
In all the things that don't matter
Pope brings glad tidings
Of what the Holy Spirit's after
Let's talk about *** bay-bee
Let's talk about running free
Let's talk about all the mistakes we've made
Let's talk about Sexually transmitted infections
Let's talk about my music collection
20/20, John Stossel
I don't care if I get your name wrong
Justin Timberlake
Dances through your mind in a man-thong
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Cold and gloomy is the night,
not a single star in sight,
Even a haze is about the moon.
Surely something horrible will happen soon.
The radio has static,
I change the station.
Wait! What is that I hear?
Please let it be my imagination,
Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber
in concert together.
Surely the end is near,
feel the world tremble in fear.
Wait! What is that I hear?
There has been a mistake,
you have been pranked.
ALesiach © 05/29/2014
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
Somewhere between
Hunter S. Thompson and
Charlie Mackenzie,
I find myself to be
something
it throws me loops.
Somewhere between
Clark Gable and
Crispin Glover,
I am stuck in
a whirlwind
of perspective.
Somewhere between
Justin Timberlake and
Biz Markie,
I sit silently
wondering how
I got here.
Somewhere between
The Waterloo Bridge and
Westminster Abbey,
an American boy
misplaced
his mind.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC
Darkness is encompassing my entire being,
As I’m talking to ladies(?) on the internet,
So ***** so ****** and its delicious,
I want, I crave, I’m already past addicted.
I’m past hard, and past, rock, diamond to the core.
No self-serving hands can release the beast,
Only their words their promises feed my meat.
But inside I’m still a little scared,
A little apprehensive that I don’t have a candle,
Or even a ladder to get back up.
Instead I’m stuck down here,
Deaf and blind, senseless in all but the lust and the mind.
Listening to some Justin Timberlake,
And reading ***** stories,
Oh how this is such infernal bliss.
It’s a good thing God doesn’t exist,
For my muse, for my with.
But I must complain, I must protest,
That the best part in all this,
Is doing what I’m not supposed to be doing,
With people who I can’t even miss.
****** affairs and fantasies,
The beauty of the naked body.
For some it’s a bright white light,
Showing them what they’ve never seen before,
The hidden, the trapped inner conscious.
But me is what it’s always been.
****** and not even hidden.
So there is no light here,
No positives to take,
Except perhaps some gratification,
And these stupid lies to bear.
Apr 6, 2010
Apr 6, 2010 at 1:41 AM UTC
a. She uncomfortably collects her most intimate belongings.
b. You bring the plague while coughing up the ghosts of my past.
c. Torn, split, cut in front of your very eyes, i'm asked what is torturing my skin. Each blister for every doubt.
d. A jazz musician asks me "Have you heard the new Justin Timberlake album?"
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
I just woke up from a fuzzy dream
You never would believe the things that I have seen
I looked in the mirror and I saw your face
You looked right through me, you were miles away
All my dreams, they fade away
I'll never be the same
If you could see me the way you see yourself
I can't pretend to be someone else
You always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, miles away
You're not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we're at our best, miles away
When no one is around then I have you here
I begin to see the picture, it becomes so clear
You always have the biggest heart
When we're 6.000 miles apart
Too much of no sound
Uncomfortable silence can be so loud
Those three words are never enough
When it's long distance love
You Always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, miles away
You're not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we're at our best, miles away
So far away,
I'm alright
Don't be sorry, but it's true
When I'm gone, you realize
That I'm the best thing that happened to you
You always love me more, miles away
I hear it in your voice, miles away
You're not afraid to tell me, miles away
I guess we're at our best, miles away, so far away.
Lyrics from Madonna's song "Miles Away", I have enjoyed the song for many years, thought others might too.
MADONNA lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. Written by Madonna, Justin Timberlake, Danja and Timbaland. (2008).
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
It's been hell on this earth
Since I fell on this earth
I think I've been cursed
All I do is curse
I'm always thinking
I must be tweaking
I see vision of my mother being beating
My heart is sinking
Like the Titanic ship
From negative relationship
I'm shook
I'm broken
It's rope around neck
I can't breathe, I'm choking
My heart is of made of glass
Its broken
I'm hurting
I'm dying
My soul is crying
Praying my past, pain, and sorrow
Goes away by tomorrow
These feelings I still Harbor
I need to let go
But I can't
I'm Hoarder of past memories and emotions
Of pain and rage
I'm trapped in cage
I'm going insane
This misery and pain
Burns like acid rain
When I was sixteen years old
THE first Girlfriend I ever, left me for another GIRL
It's was like my world started to spin backwards
I was depressed and stress
I just wanted rest
Because my heart was ripped out of my chest
I didn't want to come of out my room
I became a cocoon
Living in a dark tomb
Justin Timberlake
Couldn't cry these rivers
I couldn't face my reflection
I hated myself
I didn't love myself
It came to a point in time,I had to let this point go
Walked passed a mirror and I heard God say
My son you're BEAUTIFUL
YOU CAN LET THE PAST GO
DONT LIVE IN YESTERDAY SORROW
I PROMISE YOU IT WILL BE BETTER DAY TOMORROW
I have broken out of my cocoon
Now I am beautiful butterfly
Now I can fly through the sky
No more tears in my eyes
No more pain in my chest
I'm 26 now I can put this sorrow to rest
By Chris Exton
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
We're all out there searching
For something on which to spend our time
To make us all feel better
As we move on down the line
With all these newfangled religions
Popping up like temple gardens in Kathmandu
No wonder there's so many people
Out there without a clue
With every New Age Preacher
Spouting off they know the way
Leading their blind believers
Into the pit with what they say
Where they don't need to dig any deeper
Not to overly concerned with right or wrong
Just nodding to the rhythm
Like you would a Justin Timberlake Top 40 song
All the time hoping when you die
That you've been good enough
No explanations or reasons why
You feel that way because
It's in our human nature
To always want for more
Needing questions answered
Of what the afterlife holds in store
So if you feel unsatisfied
In the search that your life is on
Pick up the good book, the Bible
And start off at page One
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
"It's not my fault..."
I kept telling myself.
My head was spinning, stomach was churning, throat was parched.
I didn't mean for it to happen.
"We were just having fun..."
He said.
There was no intimacy, no attraction, no reality.
The air was soft and the sun was dim to its point.
I thought it was a fun evening.
I got a massage, and that's where the turning point came.
Of course I was nervous, but I winged it.
"......"
We both thought.
Justin Timberlake was in my head
"You could be my baby
When I look at my lady,
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothin crazy
See all I want you to do is be my love."
But I kept telling myself, it's not my fault it happened.
That shindig was kept quiet.
Only between the people.
Hey, I'm a teenager.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
I caressed your back with my fingers
As the warm sensation lingers,
I whisper sibilantly into your ear
As you did the same for me to hear.
The shadow touched your shoulders;
And so did I, as I held you closer.
Our heartbeats were like pre-2002 Timberlake;
Rhythmically NSYNC without a mistake,
And skin to skin, I felt your touch searing me;
Though you left your marks, it felt heavenly.
Mesmerised by the sight of you, vulnerable,
I heave in air but yet neither of us culpable.
I whisper once again, 'You are so beautiful'
Everything, became acoustically musical.
We held each other, warmed by linen,
The present was a gift with a rainbow ribbon,
And each moment, closer to passing out;
I learnt of what true beauty is really about.
I stared deep into your soul, through your eyes,
And it felt as though I've come to a euphoric high,
As I found myself lost in complete ecstasy.
I found love within you, the way it was meant to be.
Though the moon met its demise
It was an endless night.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
so once the flirting duo moved along to
the electric ballroom
down the road for some jiggy-jiggy wiggles
i walked into the world's end
and headed straight for the toilet,
started talking to a mate
while taking a **** ended up buying
him a drink, with the offer he asked:
are you gay?
no... i just feel like talking...
he further inquired: why are these barmaids
looking at you as if they know you?
so i replied...
i just have one of these faces...
people remember me like they remember
birthdays and Christmases...
so i bought a round, he bought a round,
but.... hmm... the whole encounter
pinnacled on: nothing short of a nuance
of a brief encounter...
music producers...
he asked me who i thought was
the best producer...
so i said, rick rubin....
he countered with timbaland...
because whatever he did with
justin timberlake &
nelly furtado...
to which i countered...
come on...
what didn't rick rubin
do with johnny cash?!
and there was nothing original about
it for most of the time...
just the covers...
we parted in good spirits
and... oh **** yeah...
snogging that girl...
i still don't know how i'm somehow
appealing, when i have the chance
to... charm.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC