"undescribed" poems
Toilet paper toilet paper
Why do people in this time
Feel the need to stock up on toilet paper
What is the point of stocking up on toilet paper
That just proves there are a lot of ***** done in a day
People are buying 5 packs of 12 toilet paper, they must have diarrhoea or something
I personally think it is stupid
They say I gotta wipe my ***
About 56 times a day
**** me dead
If you want to have enough toilet paper in a week
STOP FUCKEN EATING
Because I don’t see the connection
With the carrona virus and toilet paper
People are just scared or stupid
Well, they are more stupid
Saying toilet paper toilet paper
We gotta have enough toilet paper
Gotta wipe me ***
Gotta make sure we don’t use our hands discusting
They are also trying to stock up on medications
Mainly a junkies thing though
The carrona virus hits me
Gotta have a Panadol
Or nurefen or Sudafed
Why the **** do people convert into being junkies
People sitting in the mall
Enjoying a high calorie lunch
With 17 undescribed medicine and 6 12 pack toilet rolls
The carrona virus can’t get us
What a bunch of crap
No, those people are news-scared junkies and drug junkies
When I say news-scared
I mean they hear we need toilet paper
So we buy six 12 packs of toilet paper
We are free from any virus
That comes our way
Athena doesn’t heal you if you be a ****** so why do they do it
I am in pain they say
I am in pain
No
They are not in pain
They are junkies and news-scared
Personally I had to buy paper towels to replace toilet paper
Hopefully that works
****** junkies
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 10:49 PM UTC
It was a beautiful rainy day.The rains showered like blessings from the sky to mother earth.The drops drizzled over several stunning creations of God. The ***** frog winked in fright when the tiny drop thumped on its peeping head which it had kept out from its water world curious to know what's happening outside.The lazy ladybird hides itself in the rug of leaves it hopped and played till then.Little dusty leaves quivered with joy as they rejoiced and celebrated the long waited bath.
Far aloof,the village looked so spanking new than ever after it was wetted by the light rain.so modest,so composed,the radiating sun put itself out of sight making way to the pompous clouds.Besides all these petite feelings,the livid eagle gaped at the sky sniping for it had missed its daily glide over the rusty mountains.
All these tiny things shaped out the background,while the main subject remains undescribed yet.The big fat buffalo stands aright in tranquility as if nothing new happened.Its skin so tight,shining so bright,created a beautiful sight as the raindrops tapped on it pitter patter.Its horns like engraved artifacts mirrored each other and stood still amazed at their similarity.The momentary muddy puddle covered up its hooves.
And now comes the most interesting foreground of the picture. It’s the little cute boy!!! Small dark brown eyes...Umpteen hopes filled in them. He wore the most beautiful jewel on his face....it’s his smile gleaming with merriment. While his tiny hands held tight the wicker, his entire little body hid itself behind the huge gunny he wore to shield against the shower. He hopped over the small puddle creating beautiful waves and exquisite splashes.
And that forms the most beautiful picture about which my dad told me.The little boy is none other than my dad. :) :) .
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Have you ever felt lonely?
Even in the company of others?
It eats you up deep inside
No matter how hard you try
It keeps coming back to haunt you
Especially in the middle of the night
You try to find comfort
But never found such solitude
And it still causes you discomfort
To think that you are lonely
Although you were never alone
Though it feels like you are missing something?
I'm still confused with this feeling
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
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^~^~^~^
YE read a love poem here and YE think
This poem could not possibly
Have been written by a woman !
( though thus it is made to seem )
•
The IMAGE produced is usually one
Of a SATANIC RITUAL
Like in the movies
EYES WIDE SHUT
or
THE STORY OF O
Of a debased and humiliated woman
( though she is made to seem PROUD of the role ---
--- as in our love poems )
In some MALE DOMINATED SATANIC
State of helplessness
Naked
Chains attached to her completely exposed
Shaved and man handled ******
Being dragged around as a *** slave
Thru the flames of hell
With everyone gazing on
( as we readers do ! )
In solemn and religious poses
of profound respect
For the proceedings ! )
///
WHY DO THE POEMS PRODUCE THESE IMAGES ?
//
Well
They almost always depict a " naked " exposure
Of a woman's sexuality
( as if that picture is all a woman is ! )
Crying out in some way
To a nameless and undescribed
MALE DOMINANT FORCE
( SATAN )
or /// as desguised in the poem , an almighty
( YOU ! )
To whom the woman is seen to be
TOTALLY DEPENDANT on !
::
Crying out so pathetically
For
A text !
A visit !
A touch !
To produce for her
SAFETY !
OBSCURITY !
( it's just US and no one else ! )
A MEANING !
( as if she can't create one herself ! -- poor baby ! !
BUT (?)
MAYBE (?)
OH (!)
HE ... !
IS HERE !
( thank god for him
Thank him for god ! )
//
/:/
What you see in your mind
Is the emergence of a picture
Of a
Pathetic loathsome wretch
( coming closer and closer !!
Clearer and clearer !! )
Surrounded by flames
::
Screaming
I LOVE .... YOU ! --- nameless Satanic Power )
BELIEVE ME !
( religious words ! )
HELPLESS !
DRUGGED !
CRYING !!
***** !
( thinking
Only the next **** will ease the pain of this one ! )
""
The image approaches
Explodes into BLOOD
And ends in SUICIDAL DEATH !
..
Such a picture !
Such a Vision !
over and over and over again !
/..:
And on // HOT ONES
you might read
10 or 15 of them in a row !!
100's and 1000 's of likes
....
THIS IS HOW WE LIKE TO SEE WOMEN !!!!
( and no woman complains !!! )
..
So who is writing these poems
( WE KNOW ONLY PERVS LIKE READING THEM )
//
The only possible answer is
SATAN HIMSELF
come to debase and humiliate the SANCTITY
OF WOMAN
and hence
THE SANCTITY OF CHILDBIRTH
and hence
THE SANCTITY OF HUMANITY
and ultimately
THE SANCTITY OF GOD
;;
and we
The BROTHERHOOD AND SISTERHOOD
OF POETS .......... (?)
...
We LOVE it !!
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Sitting watching the winds dance through bare ***** trees, their branches swaying methodically
The leaves twirling in graceful loops down through the stubborn branches getting caught on the jutting appendages
Lands with a soft pat on the dried grass below, flicking into a comfortable position, nestling into the leaves
A mourning dove cooing in soft burbles of sounds intermingling with the cry of calling crows
A woodpeckers tap-tap-tapping up the trees and flitting through the browned leaves their strangled songs ringing
The hawk circling lazily above the treetops with wings outstretched in a long line, undisturbed and smooth
A squirrel scuttles through the leaf litter and digs a home for the nut it holds in its quivering mouth, front paws scurrying
The family of turkeys cluck a quiet conversation to and fro with feathers ruffled from the chill wind
That wind carries the promise of winter in its icy clutches with the scent of polar clear in its currents
My reddened cheeks tingling from the sun warming them out of their frozen stupor, egging them from the shock
The sunlight dimples across the perfectly fitted leaves littering the forest floor below me, dappled from the shadows
Fuzzy grey outlines pattern the weeds lining the bases of trees, the stick thin traces of branches divide and crack
The air is coloured with a warmth undescribed, brown and red and orange licking the edges of everything like flame
You can almost taste the seasoning of fall mixed with the oxygen, spiced like pumpkin and cinnamon sticks
Rough bark crackles beneath my curious fingers, tips brushing flaking tree, the very skin that holds in the feelings (sap)
Blue sky peeks between fluffed clouds fresh from the dryer with the sheets still mixed with them
Pink veins behind closed eyelids faced towards the orb of light in the sky that heats the ozone around the earth
Autumn eating fire surrounds the people too oblivious to notice this indescribable beauty.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 3:45 PM UTC
sometimes i think i cant be happy again
when i see someone I"m attracted to i think it'll never happen
that I"m not good enough, that i don't have the brains
that she wont like me for who i am
so i get ashamed
ashamed of myself and the person i became
even thought i have a job and i graduated
but before you left you filled my head with all this hate
hate that will never escape my brain
now i have trust issues because of you
my own mind wont leave me alone
its tearing me apart limb from limb
bone to bone
now every day I"m home in my room looking at my phone waiting for something that i know wont ever come
an apology from the person who made me think I'm better off 6 feet deep in the ground
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
A labyrinth attracting me with it's undescribed beauty
Putting me in a state with uncertainty
Trembling, as I try to find the right direction
Unsure where one path could lead me
Knowing what lies at the end of this puzzle is a mystery
Suddenly recognizing this maze by it's cruel trickery
I have come out before feeling unwanted, hurt and lonely
But I have conquered feeling joyful, loved and the rightful owner of beauty
There was a time I have said no, I could never
But at this moment...I want this to last forever
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
Pen bleeds life
in a way undescribed
by words
An eloquent dance
of tongue never to
be spoken.
See me again,
Covered in glass armor
for cover.
I am weak
and tremble around your
glowing chastity.
So refined are
your enchanted words flowing
smoothly forward.
All it takes
is a simple "Hello"
to start a world of heartache.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Rotten petals are the satelites of shattering
Paper fractured like a mirror
Broken portraits of unrequited love
Torn in triangles and undescribed shapes
Of wrath and anger turned to sour grapes
One heart eaten by the vultures
Bleeding fruit or a rotten steeple
Things went blue and black
Like the ship they wreck
This flower turned to petals
Coloured black fake love gone feral
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:05 AM UTC
Beyond each painting
Is great meaning yonder,
That may or may not
Help your heart grow fonder.
The scroll that holds mere words
Inscribed,
Holds potential to unleash emotion, undescribed.
The pen that is one's greatest ally
Is indeed thus
For it hides all folly.
The smile that is plastered forever on
Hides the dark within, each shade forlorn.
The masks that show up each day,
All day long,
May not truly portray where your heart does belong.
Seek, approach and break free of this.
The masks you put on
Have hindered your bliss.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
love can fill your
heart
but it can never be
apart
from who is for
you
when you believe they are
true
rust turns
pure
hate turns
clear
and all
before
turns to something
more
and when he
knelt
all you
felt
undescribed.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
a blend of orange and yellow lights
smell from markers
sound echoes from the cube room
chairs are arranged
light traced the room from the window pane
swiftly, pen and paper work
noise and undescribed joke,
like here and go
money get in my mind
career path has choosen
now i'm sitting on office bench
talk about you and us
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 12:54 AM UTC
the skyline melted
a soft molten candle
spiced tea and honey
steeping in the roof of the earth
the seawater flecked golden
in the mirror glazed shore
undescribed radiance
inside this hallowed cove
muted sea-spray and sunrises
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
you are a sparkle in my eye
there is something that is undescribed
what else can I say
you
are
awesome
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
HOPE
Hope
-‘Takes away’
those
walls/barriers/layers
and slowly
‘re fills them’
with
‘optimistic ideas’
and
brings you,
a new
‘direction/light/purpose’,
that you
thought
you
would never
have again
in that way/dream of.
Hope
-‘Brings’
you,
that
'lost smile’,
new appreciation,
and ‘fills you (up/and again)
with new
‘undescribed’ happiness.
Hope
-‘Offers’ you
(again)
a new world
of ‘endless’
adventures/opportunities,
moments
and memories.
Hope
‘Allows'
you,
to explore
and
‘create’
Those ‘ideas’
to ‘grow’
and
‘Become a reality’.
Hope is…
-Excitement
-Love
-‘The Unknown’
-‘Un Expected’
-Given
and
-Received.
Hope
© By HF-Whisper
9:58AM 05/07/2022
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 9:18 PM UTC