"whithout" poems
I'm the riddler whithout a fiddler
what a joker with out a poker.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
the salience
of your radiance
gives variance
to the ambience
of the adoration
of this,
my
dis-inclination
especially when in relation
to the repatration
of the
degenerate generation
in need of inspiration
and
determined dedication
to decode
the conjurations
of the corporations
before the
expiration
and
impending cessastion
of life's
inhalation.
total amelioration
stagnation or salvation
you, now,
need to make a
decision
of
dicerned discrimination
whithout
halt or
hesitation
requiring
patience
in the face
of dumb defiance
in applying the appliance
of the science
of change
of ever permutating alteration
and
transformative
alliance.
so that, we all
remain
insane.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:34 PM UTC
I am falling for you every time
Whenever I look in your eyes.
The moment I hear your voice
My heart get raptured with highs.
Looking at your those dreamy eyes
My whole world stops for a while.
Is that only your voice sway me
No, you also got me with your smile.
Your look is like a piercing sword
Its entered straing into my heart.
Your music touch deep on my soul
Set fire on my mind and every part.
your songs are like a sweet liqour
My hungry heart never get full.
Tasting your music my heart always
screams one more as its dwell.
You bring back all dead word alive
With your song, whithout it shrink.
My heart already getting week
I can't bear no more of your wink.
Your music which bring the spring
For the eternity as my heart sings.
I inhale your song in every breath
It grab all my heart strings.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
Play with words
Book with a character
Poem without rhyme
Novel within a play with words
About a book with a character
And a poem whithout rhyme
But the play with words
Is the poem whithout rhyme
And the novel within it
Is within itself
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
I have not written anything,
But my love is here.
My heart is broken,
And I don't know which way to go.
I don't have many words to say for you,
I don't have many things to live whithout you.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
What is poetry
Whithout your hue
Is It black or blue?
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
One day I saw a shadow
and it reminded me of you somehow
Your memory struck me like a lighning
Whithout any previous warning
As I recapitulated,
I remembered you felt elated
towards dinosaurs
even if some of them had devil-like horns
The next day, there it was
the shadow was passing in front of my car
she was using a dinosaur printed dress
I thought you had me possesed
I followed the shadow
down alleys and streets
while I smoked a fine tobacco
"just to calm my fears"
I came closer to the lady
and I had to admit, however
that I was crazy,
since she was not my adored dinosaur lover
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC
Depression.
One word that row off the tongue so easily can destroy one's soul.
people who haven't gone through it don't know it's affects.
People who have cut and burned and scratched and harmed themselves are yelled at.
Yet the peoe who tell them Not to, a good chunk of them haven't gone through and don't know that it's not something you can control.
Once you're in your deepest state of depression, it's easy to go insane and hard not to harm yourself.
When you think that you've finally recovered from depression you're wrong.
At least for some people.
For me.
You get to the point where you think you know what happiness in and the you realize. Nobody is smiling at you. They're all smiling at your "friend" who always walks away with people they know whithout asking if you wanna go.
No one ever asks if YOU wanna go hang out. Nope. They only ask if they don't wan a go alone or need something from you.
And after a x"happy"x day you go home. Sleep it off. Wake up. And then it hits you again.
Depression
So you're crying and you don't even know why.
But once you stop crying, you have a moment to realize why you we're crying.
Because one person in this world cant do anything but be there.
In the nidist of the crowd, they're just there.
Like a little piece of dust. They have no reason to be there.
They just ARE.
And yet people say that life is a blessing and to live it while you can.
...But...
We are born to live and we all live to die. So what's the point of living life if it just contradicts.
I talk a lot of happiness and inspirational **** but that doesn't mean that's who I am inside.
Inside this dark body.
There is no soul anymore.
For I am too grown to live carefree.
To live happy.
To live the fullest.
To live at all.
Depression
Depression always come back to attack.
53 and counting.
Scars that show my feeling locked behind the bars.
53 of my visible war scars.
People have encouraged me.
People have yelled.
Cried.
And yet the small silver piece of metal still lays in my drawer.
The small silver sliver of hope.
People don't understand what it's like to be me.
For I am not like others.
I asked.
'How do you feel afterwards?'
They all said;
Depressed
Sad
Guilty
angry
Regretful.
And then they asked me.
'How do you?'
And of course. My answer.
'Proud
Happy
In control
Confused '
I laugh the whole time.
I cry because it doesn't hurt and I know that it should hurt.
I cry because all the emotions flow out into the small silver metallic blade.
And it flies angrily over my wrist and arm.
Vertically
Horizontally
Diagonally.
Squares
Letters
Words
Numbers
Insults
And yet I'm still in the stage of depression.
Depression
Depression
Depression
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC
Yes we give thanks that's no question
thanks for life but this is the objection
we need to give more
more straight down to the core
because there are some in the dark
and now its time we make our mark
mark on those with less happiness
mark full of joy and glee
don't you think we should put the giving in thanks
so lets give more
because were not thanks whithout the giving
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
They say don’t ruin the friendship
I think that it’s all long gone
I was thinking we could make this work
Lately you’ve barely been able to respond
What about all the other girls
Do you pay them any mind
Are you trying to make my jealous
Talking about them all the time
Do you even like me
Or is that just a rumor being spread
Cause I like you
Do you know that?
Don’t let it get to your head
I liked you last year
And all the days of my life
I’ll feel helpless
Whithout you at my side
We went to homecoming
You were my perfect height
I took your hand
And I wanted you to kiss me
I’m not gonna lie
I compare myself to everyone else
I don’t have the body
The brains
The tongue that you like
So why me
I ask myself ever night
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 11:16 PM UTC
as long as there are colours
given by the sun
as long as the darkness
covers our goodbyes
when forever's the promise
but now is not in time
and you're trying to change
whithout it to last
I'll love you tonight, tomorrow and in every other sky's reborn
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 8:07 PM UTC