"vid" poems
I was called a troll today,
I really don't know if I deserved it.
I comment and like but now I feel like ****
She said I'm sure you never thought I would leave your comment up.
I'm doing so , so that every body can see you this far
the *** WIPE YOU REALLY ARE.
So sorry they didn't nominate your *** for the Grand WIZARD
BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME ***** go crawl like a lizard.
Sorry for this old troll who pay me a visit,
I know some of yall saw him...Lord Have Mercy...
Go to the activity room in the nursing home somewhere in Jersey.
Play BINGO OR SOMETHING don't know what gramps problem was
I think they did it to make you think it is someone
you don't know. Stupid *** people need a real woman
I just do not reply back.
Trolls can make themselves any age any ***
I am blessed not to be sick and homeless.
if they really want views all they have to do is ask
will I help out and share their vid...I will do just that!
depends on what they're talking about....Just dont try to combat.
My guess is Trolls are people looking for views and are bighearted
next time you should think before you sound ********
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
'Do you want to go to a club?' he asked her.
She nodded and might even have smiled
He couldn't tell from
The gloom of her smartphone.
The club had a band and they played all the night
While she was playing Zombie Fight
The crowd got too crazy, and soon went to rush
While she was playing Candy Crush.
Her boyfriend got bored and went for a look
While she was checking her Facebook
He met a girl and he did the deed
While she was checking her Twitter feed.
She went to find him, looked up at the band
Wanted a member to hold by the hand
But they were all taken by girls who could try
While this girl just looked down and checked Spotify.
On the way home she saw a lady
On a Youtube vid' called 'What you've all paid me.'
The people who watch her all make her life good
Be like her? The girl wished that she could.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
I entered my poem "last night I dreamed" in the Tallenge poetry competition for May 2014, which it won, it's now in the annual competition so I'd really appreciate your support by voting for it at - bit.ly/1pJ0N3z
You can find the poem down the line in my list of poems, but I'll paste it here again so you can check it out to see if it's worth a vote.
Last Night I dreamt
Of the Hagia Sophia.
Looking across
mighty Bosphorous.
In Istanbul, in Byzantium,
in Constantinople.
A prize of ages...........
In all her many's
real and imagined glory.
Man's desire,
God's gift.
Stone's testament
To my species' faith,
In eternity.
Though this Hagia,
My Sophia,
was one of my dreams
In a dream-city/state.
In a dream Macedon/Thrace,
Modern and ancient
Asian/Europe, European-Asia,
Turk and Greek
Jew and Russian
Balkan stars fall upon her'
Coloured light's
and bright vid-screens.
Amid stone and earth
Glass and concrete,
Granite and amythst
Huge, jewel-covered,
ancient beyond measure....
Not just Constantine's church,
though mighty church it was..
Or Mehmet's prize;
though great Mosque it became
Nor Theodosius's rock
Though he still fights for her
Somewhere in the past.
And no dry museum either,
Though museum she is..........
In reality.
Just an ancient place,
Euxine harbour
Cross-road of man and water,
Land and Gods
Magic and reality
Chozen by Hellas
Built and owned
by Christ's children
Subjects of St. Paul's
Holy empire.
Orthodox and sacred
To Greek and Rus.
No Latin hymns
We're sung in her walls.
Then won by Turk
In wars fierce and long -
So now Muhammed's shrine
Ottoman and Pasha
Jewel of a new kingdom
Built upon built
Myriad upon myriad
Pagan, Muslim, Jew, and Christian
And the Gods of Hellas
who dwell there still
Watch and wonder
at it all
But in my dream
She was made -
in the shape of a grassy mound
Many faceted, growing still
Amid structures, attached to her
spans and arches
Ancient wonder
Modern glory
Flowing and rising
Worshipped by all who
dwelt near her.
Grassed covered
Monument strewn
Stretching up to the dark -
Starry Sky
Arches
Domes
Butress'
Spires
Crosses
Cresents
Heart's desire
White rocks paved
And eternal grasses
Dewed by Hellene Gods
Whose light it saved
Last night I dreamed
Of the Hagia Sophia.......
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
lil taffy two tugs would wake up to the dawn,leaping to his laptop searching sites for porn,thanking stephen hawkins, also mr gates,grateful of technology, while taffy masterbates.the boyo bashed his bishop, most of all his life,now pc world was better and cheaper than a wife,lubrication, change of hands, oil and vaseline,lesbians, fat fetishes, and threesomes on his screen,but poor ole taffy passed away, his family in disgrace,trousers round his ankles, a smile upon his face,but two tugs died so happy, while he had a vid on,undertaker done his nutt,,,,he could'nt get the lid on.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:37 PM UTC
Last Night I dreamt
Of the Hagia Sophia.
Looking across
mighty Bosphorous.
In Istanbul, in Byzantium,
in Constantinople.
A prize of ages...........
In all her many's
real and imagined glory.
Man's desire,
God's gift.
Stone's testament
To my species' faith,
In eternity.
Though this Hagia,
My Sophia,
was one of my dreams
In a dream-city/state.
In a dream Macedon/Thrace,
Modern and ancient
Asian/Europe, European-Asia,
Turk and Greek
Jew and Russian
Balkan stars fall upon her'
Coloured light's
and bright vid-screens.
Amid stone and earth
Glass and concrete,
Granite and amythst
Huge, jewel-covered,
ancient beyond measure....
Not just Constantine's church,
though mighty church it was..
Or Mehmet's prize;
though great Mosque it became
Nor Theodosius's rock
Though he still fights for her
Somewhere in the past.
And no dry museum either,
Though museum she is..........
In reality.
Just an ancient place,
Euxine harbour
Cross-road of man and water,
Land and Gods
Magic and reality
Chozen by Hellas
Built and owned
by Christ's children
Subjects of St. Paul's
Holy empire.
Orthodox and sacred
To Greek and Rus.
No Latin hymns
We're sung in her walls.
Then won by Turk
In wars fierce and long -
So now Muhammed's shrine
Ottoman and Pasha
Jewel of a new kingdom
Built upon built
Myriad upon myriad
Pagan, Muslim, Jew, and Christian
And the Gods of Hellas
who dwell there still
Watch and wonder
at it all
But in my dream
She was made -
in the shape of a grassy mound
Many faceted, growing still
Amid structures, attached to her
spans and arches
Ancient wonder
Modern glory
Flowing and rising
Worshipped by all who
dwelt near her.
Grassed covered
Monument strewn
Stretching up to the dark -
Starry Sky
Arches
Domes
Butress'
Spires
Crosses
Cresents
Heart's desire
White rocks paved
And eternal grasses
Dewed by Hellene Gods
Whose light it saved
Last night I dreamed
Of the Hagia Sophia.......
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Tengo una sed de vinos capitosos
-venusino furor, pugnas salaces,
ojos enloquecidos por el éxtasis,
bocas ebrias, frenéticos enlaces-.
Tú, Dinarzada, tú, Fogosa Mía,
tú, Melusina, Vid de mis Deseos:
¡dóname tu lagar tibio y recóndito!
quiero oprimir tus uvas! y tus vinos
exprimir! -fulgurante filtro cálido
para mi sed de zumos citereos! 1Tengo una sed de búdicos nirvanas
-zahareño no oír, callada acidia,
ojos enceguecidos por el éxtasis,
espiritual ardor, psíquica lidia-.
Tú, Viaje Azul, Deliquio, Noche Intacta,
Música..., oh tú, mi inasequible Dueño:
¡llévame a tus refugios ataráxicos!
quiero tañer tus fibras! y el prodigio
de tu entraña exprimir! -don inefable
para mi sed de fugas y de ensueño!
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it’s saturday, my 24th birthday is in exactly one week. that’s so crazy. today i sang “somewhere over the rainbow” at a family funeral. it was one of the most peaceful funerals i’ve been to. i’m getting over a sickness right now and i’m starting to not feel as ****** even though it’s so weird.. my hearing is as if i have my ears plugged with my fingers and i’m talking aloud. all i can hear clearly is my voice, everything else is muffled. just a lot of sinus pressure, but i’m def over the worst of this particular virus. it was nice seeing and sitting next to my twin today. i took him home on my way home and saw where he’s living so that was also good. my favorite band weezer released a new teal album that’s composed of covers of many different classic, very recognizable, tracks. i love it of course. work is all right, but i can feel myself getting bored. perhaps it’s myself getting through this winter. this winter has been a little too long for my liking. even though the spring brings allergies, it brings SUN. and while i would prefer to be cold than hot... the sun brightens my heart and soul. and while i love all of earth’s creatures... i stand by 100% death to all mosquitoes. but who doesn’t love some allergy pills, h2o, and a lil mosquito repellant. oh! and chapstick. i’ll be house sitting in sugarhouse before my birthday, then finishing house sitting on my b day. then flying to ohio with mcd for his older brother’s wedding. then coming home on the 11th to chill before returning to work on tuesday. i think so, yeah...
my three beautiful kits are perfect as usual. tonight it’ll be a fun night with the bf and our friends playing vid games and sipping wine. before yet another work week. i still talk to my mom and dad every day, usually on my way to or from work. anyway. nap time.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
#Brown-tanned, and muscular
he leans against the wall at
Senior Frogs, down on the tip
of the Yucatan, at the edge
of Cancun.
She is mad-- the rich-girl,
college hottie.. who takes
the time out from her dancing
somewhere near the front of
the stage, and sultries over
with her best instagram-sashay
she could put together.
"Everyone is looking at me but you"
Mhmm.. and take another chug of my Patrón.
*"What. You think you're too good for me?
You've probably got old ***** anyways.."*
And in an instant, I ***** slap
the whining little butt-boy
she calls a boyfriend
and then
**** the ever-loving dogshit out of her
against the side of the stage--
the whole time, thinking about
how much more substance
a two-pump hit from a bottle of
Jergens and a quality **** vid
would bring me
As back against that old wall
I stand.. enjoying the show.
She is staring at me now
no doubt, she'll be bugging me
the whole rest of my trip.
Her friends come traipsing my way
because that's what friends do--
They become mesmerized..
and then fixated-- wanting to ****
the guy their friends want to ****
.
There is a Pharmacia on the corner
on my lone taxi ride back to the hotel.
Sergio pulls over, and I walk in...
*The Jergens is near the back--
right next to my favorite Patrón.*
#
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
Fingers are pointed, talk is prevalent,
Blaming each other, but its slowly growing irrelevant,
This situation has gone past the moment of blame--
--everyone made their mistakes--
--they have to stop this game.
I used to care once, as the others did, but my
Energy was spent and
My will got a dent in it.
Walked in with every confident air, but now i am being ****** back in,
With no, legitimate, time, to spare.
Its time to press that button (emergency!) for outsiders, we see
Their demise, the household
that grew to a di --vid --e
Bad energy, bad karma, whatever you want to call it
Seems that they have to just get on it.
But personal issues and psychological cracks,
Just seems to replace everything that they lack.
It's a "defend myself" game and
"You’re the one to blame", it’s:
| Shame | Stubbornness | Pain | Guilt |
All framed, in
The house that was supposed to be a haven
Is now a grave and I see the smokes of ****
Rather than smokes of fury for
Inspiration and Desperation
To get out of this,
god,
forsaken,
place.
You can only say so much with so much
Conviction and not have experienced what
They have been living and yet,
Someone has to move.
Yet, no one moves.
One foots out the door--
--But then a hand pulls loose:
The walkway’s gone and now there’s no where to choose,
It’s back to negative 0, or wait, is it back more?
The only viable solution is to set aside the differences
And the egos, and pride, that's been dominating and winning,
Just to start over and say:
Hello, I’m not a martyr, i’m just a
Kid in the adult world trying to survive harder
Than anyone else...
...I just want to live.
Believe me.
I had--have--been wishing for a dream.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
GUESS WHO ????
I am never the same,
its how you play the game
I can be your best friend,
as nowadays i am in trend,
Just a kick ,
to hit...............
Just a goal,
to score...........
Will make you RoaR..........rOaR....& RoAr...........
I am vid you,
you are vid me
I"ll never ditch you,
if i do so
then
BuY a new One
I aM U
i aM youR
FOOTBALL............................
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 5:43 AM UTC
Og som jeg forestiller mig fremtiden
Overvældes jeg af en kvalmende følelse
Jeg vil ingen anden end dig
Lad mig blive gammel
mens jeg ligger på dit bryst
Og lytter til lyden af dine rolige åndedrag
Tanken om at du måske en dag
Ikke er her længere
Får tårerne til at krybe frem
Min mave snorer sig sammen
Prøver at glemme tanken
Men det er for sent
De snurrer rundt og gør mig svimmel
Jeg troede aldrig at jeg ville blive så
Involveret i dig
Du skræmmer mig
Fra vid og sans
Vær sød ikke at knuse mit hjerte
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
Watchin NCIS while eating fishticks, I decided to check my skype with just two clicks. Upon entering the domain, I found myself in a talk of pain. First of poisoned pizza, and knifes, and even earlier the fantasy wife's. Not too soon I learn to ignore the vid, rick and morty, I soon realized it was 10 40,
The meme world ruled by the fabulous, King Ash, was honestly made of a **** ton of trash.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
in the dark
she was love
she was kind
she was sweet
she was gentle
she was a little wine
she was one best friend
she too was a very friendly sister
in the dark with vid cams and mics
and still and still and still it was dark dark
and we were left alone in the dark and as i was in the dark
with the sister alone long before i had at all known and it made me wonder
about life in the darkness
beyond our online world
coming home in the dark
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
Life will continue and time will pass.
Like Vid-19
You'll only be remembered in class.
Mentioned in the worst ways and times.
¿Te acuerdas de tu hermano?
I'll hesitate and say I remember the time i spent contemplating if I'd ever get you or not.
I get it but why?
Leaving me a responsibility I never asked for.
He's mad and sad,
Doesn't even consider that fact I'm passed out
Blacked out
Crossed now
Passed out
Lost now
Rad.
Doesn't even know the blood forbade the name engraved, he was enslaved to and will change to a new.
Though it won't stay the same, I still hold the title and torch.
The one I'm expected to hold high with pride!
I won't let you down
But i will to him.
I'm sorry all we have is a blurred photo together and that all you could hear was gibberish from my mouth.
But know I love you.
Thick or thin
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 1:14 AM UTC
Disappointed with the way it is
and how it has been
How you feast with the beasts;
taking advantage of the situation we’re in
Divided in unwanted conspiracy
Divided in different sides of the story
Coming only from a simple plea
of your self-absorption,
and blindness from own’s irrationality
have you caused a dent, a division
With less hopes of resolution from this mounting divide,
Remember: we walked with all your kinds,
in wretchedness and in exuberance,
attesting, didn’t we all have a good run?
Now hear the people of your past,
stop romanticizing what won’t last–
Foreshadowing with plastering rewards
Those previously resented, now with flying regards
―a.t.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
https://youtu.be/_wA5NmQESx8
Intro
Did u hear that?
Oh no!
Oh ah ah ah ah!
Oh ah ah ah ah!
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
Oh Oh!
Verse 1
Drowning deep in their stupidity
Blinded, your servants they heed
(Will they give n2 u?)
There's nothing left of their human side
They're slowly changing their minds
(Will they give n2 u?)
Reflecting on all their mistakes
When there's nothing they can do!
Suddenly it all changes!
Owww!
It's the point of no return
U've awaken the monster in us!
Chorus
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
Wash your hands with soap, and hot water for 3 mins.
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
U brainless get up, scrub up do not come down with the Co-vid
U mindless get up, scrub up do not come down with the Co-vid
Co-vid is the curse that has been given to us
Verse 2
I can see it in u, the sickness inside u
Don't try to deny what u know
(Will u give in to sin?)
Its all fake, the good has died in u
And is decomposing now
(Will u give in to sin?)
It seems some r having problems
In believing the media
Living w/ their new lives (oh no)
The world is a quiet place
Now that we r all prisoners locked up inside
Chorus
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
Wash your hands with soap, and hot water for 3 mins.
Scrub up, do not come down with the Co-vid
U brainless get up, scrub up do not come down with the Co-vid
U mindless get up, scrub up do not come down with the Co-vid
Co-vid is the curse that has been given to us
Post chorus
And n nightmares!
And n nightmares!
And n nightmares!
And n nightmares!
Bridge
We promise we won't do it again
Won't do it again
We all will be good
We all will be good, we promise
Not one more day!
© From A Poet's ♥️
4/22/20
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
You Made Me Go Through All These Experiences Just So I Could Write About It? (too long)
or
TISFU (that is so ****** up)
Or
Next!
Or
L’enfer c’est les autres
Or
I Hate Strangers!
Or
Street Corner Conundrum
or
Is that Approaching Drunken Psychotic ********** Yelling At Me?
Or
You say Zombie...I say Zombie Works
Or
I’m Happy **** It! 🤗
Or
You Sugared? The Peas?
Or
Does He Have Balance Problems or Has He Been Body-Snatched?
Or
Digital or Analog?
Or
Get Your **** Outta My Face
Or
A Rose By Any Other Name
Or
Extreme Peripheral
Or
Is That a Cowbell?
Or
You Said That The Lord, Jesus Christ Wants To Mug Me?
Or
Winter’s Coming
Or
Do It For Less
Or
Yes My Legs Are Great!
Or
My Friend Says That People ****
Or
******* Rabbithole
Or
RabbitAss Hole Hole
Or
Dingbat!
Or
God the Couture Warned Me!
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
Everyone's writing poem on wall,
for me it ws just a free from boredom call.
I wanted 2 write about somethg new,
But all I hav is d memories of u.
listening 2 Rihana's unfaithful,
thinking of u being regretful,
half burnt cigrette in my hand,
regretful vid ur absence in dis heart.
Missing every thing about u,
missing every day without u,
Dis stupid n awful heart of mine,
doesnt even knw how 2 liv n shine.
d way u kissed my neck 2 lips,
I was quenching ma lust vid ur mesmerizing kiss,
when u wispered dose three words,
Ur lov beside me, i can fight against d world.
What was ' I ' in ur happy life,
just a letter 2 fill between L n F,
u threw me out ven I needed u d most,
in ma own world I was lonely n lost.
To hav u back, I prayed 2 gods,
I wished upon stars,
I made hundred paper cranes,
But u never return bck 2 dis lanes.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
I was a jolly girl of spring,
Happiness is what I always bring,
My sadness surrounds only me,
It was a trouble so no one sees....
One night when I was sitting alone,
A tiny droplet of tear sadly blown,
I asked it's name n the owner,
Tear was frightened n sat in the corner...
I took it up and kissed those tears,
They smiled at me And forgot those fears,
I told them don't be afraid of me,
I will be your owner and u stay vid me...
Now they often come to meet,
Secretly come without any deed,
I can't get rid of it from ma eyes,
I can't forget them even if I tries...
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Linda Regia! Tus venas son fermentos
de mi no ser antiguo y del champaña
***** de mi vivir!
Tu cabello es la ignota raicilla
del árbol de mi vid.
Tu cabello es la hilacha de una mitra
de ensueño que perdí!
Tu cuerpo es la espumante escaramuza
de un rosado jordán;
y ondea, como un látigo beatifico
que humillara a la víbora del mal!
Tus brazos dan la sed de lo infinito,
con sus castas hespérides de luz,
cual dos blancos caminos redentores,
dos arranques murientes de una cruz.
Y están plasmados en la sangre invicta
de mi imposible azul! Tus pies son dos heráldicas alondras
que eternamente llegan de mi ayer!
Linda Regial Tus pies son las dos lágrimas
que al bajar del Espíritu ahogué,
un Domingo de Ramos que entré al Mundo,
ya lejos para siempre de Belén!
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...on my head --that should do us both good since YOU're not keen on aught knowing YOU love me too.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXVII)
O madness of these dolls my niece'd avail
Herself of cuz they're popular and thence
What aught who'd buy her favour purchase hence,
(Where I was far too poor to dream in frail
Excuse of any such things in betrayl,
When I was just a child)! The vid'os' sense
Of, well erm, foolish joy in these--pretense,
I cannot even like the dolls to scale.
Nor did adulthood change my view as twere.
Goodwill in lieu of e'en the mall MY cue,
They all look now askance at me in tour,
My peers thus none too blind. What did I do?
Or wherefore is't I'm on the fringe, 'til YOUR
Love is a marvel none explain, O YOU?
23Nov18a
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
Det var en gång
En man bestämde sig
att lämna allt bakom sig
För att söka framgång
Det var en gång
En man åkte till en främmande stad
Bara för att han hade tillstånd
Och hört om den på en verkstad
Det var en gång
En man hamnade
I en värld mer mystisk
Än han trodde
Det var en gång
En man som försökte
Vänja sig vid kulturen
Hamnade vilsen
Det var en gång
En man tänkte sig
Att åka tillbaka
Varifrån han kom
Det var en gång
En man föredrog
Att stanna lite längre
För att utforska mer och bättre
Det började som en saga
Man vet inte riktigt hur eller när det kommer sluta
Men mannen förväntar sig
Att i framtiden kunna dela med sig
Av att han levde lycklig i flesta av sina dagar
Med sina gamla och nya kompisar
Kanske med några barn
Men troligen med kärlek.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Tudescos Moscos de los sorbos finos,
Caspa de las azumbres más sabrosas,
Que porque el fuego tiene mariposas,
Queréis que el mosto tenga marivinos.
Aves luquetes, átomos mezquinos,
Motas borrachas, pájaras vinosas,
Pelusas de los vinos envidiosas,
Abejas de la miel de los tocinos,
Liendres de la vendimia, yo os admito
En mi gaznate pues tenéis por soga
Al nieto de la vid, licor bendito.
Tomá en el trazo hacia mi nuez la boga,
Que bebiéndoos a todos, me desquito
Del vino que bebistes y os ahoga.
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Dagen jag inte vaknar och mitt huvud ligger tungt kvar på kudden
Dagen då mitt hjärta somnat och mina leder stelnat till
Dagen du vaknar utan mig vid din sida och dagen du kommer hem till ett hus där jag inte längre bor
När breven har blivit för många och bläcket i pennan tagit ****
När mina fötter blivit för trötta och rört marken för sista gången
När du inte längre behöver trösta mig eller säga att allt kommer bli okej
För allt har redan blivit okej
När jag inte kan ta emot kramar och inte kan säga hejdå
För min rätt till hejdå var förbrukad så fort jag insåg att jag kanske aldrig vaknar igen
Och hur den tanken kändes bra
Jag hoppas att du inte behövde se mig så
Jag hoppas att du ringde någon och jag hoppas att alla kan förlåta mig på det sättet jag aldrig kunde förlåta mig själv
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
I don't have a poem today, but I do have this video that got sent in the group chat.
https://youtu.be/Qp5apTvlHt4
(Thanks to @Amaryllis for the vid ;)
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC