"whome" poems
‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’
‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences
that set the market off to some defined trends and statements.
Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely
on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted
by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges
of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar
very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue.
Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP],
and former market darling Perseverance [GULP],
all varied widely today on news from Washington that
their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth
of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag
on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar,
old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD],
continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return.
Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future
despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen
since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY]
leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS],
Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie.
But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP]
which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons
that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund
and the Vanity market is always a good bet.
Now, here’s Carl with
today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
He never knew the storms he calmed,
With just a glance, a laugh, a smile.
He never knew how deep I sank,
Until his light reached me, quiet, and kind.
Last night, sleep refused to come —
I waited, stared, held back a sigh.
Just hoping he might say a word,
Or send a sign, a soft reply.
But morning came with empty air,
He didn’t show — and I just stared.
At benches, books, the teacher’s voice,
While colours drained from everywhere.
He never knew how much it hurt,
To sit and smile, pretend, obey —
When all I wished was just to see
His silly grin light up the day.
He never knew, and maybe won’t,
How much he helped me breathe again.
Unbelievable! Someone whome I've never talked to-
Still in his silence,I found my strength.
You never knew you're the only star
My sky still chases every night —
Because no other light has ever
Matched the warmth you gave so right.
You never knew, you still don’t see —
You’re a soul I can’t replace.
Not because I need your love...
But because you gave me grace.
—Parisha
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
As with power of light and darkness i ride,through cosmos i glide Divine poetry Devilry MostHeavenly
Illusion of time shatters,starfire scatters,blood of heaven splatters
Left hand of God is my name Eating his wings is my game,to make me his bane
thane of heaven,tool no bell for me,for fell your heaven in the cosmic 7
666 or 999 to from chaos to eternity
Lament of innocence sang for a devil profound in god
Requiem thy starlight
gaze upon the spectral hellsight
witness destruction
and creation from 1 cause and effect
Omniscience Omnimastery
Enchanted Badassery
Starlight! in this night most long,for light is wrong
Starlight!be evils fright and my right on good and darkness
Starlight!Poetical poem for your ascension moment in this unholly Light and Darkness Interveniton
Secret of the universe,fire shall bleed,darkness will bleed light and let light bleed darkness
Cut god open so light and darkness bleed,on his blood i feed.
Grant power to the game
of the foolish winer
for light and darkness
power of illusion are
beyond the stars
beyond every universe,astral plane,dimension,and existence
lies the future and destiny
of my soul
for it is in this moment
as i speak
my awakening will come
2013-2021/2023
2021 a castle is visible from all sides of the earth in the sky,no one knows whome stands before it.
(in this universe doomsday comes in another castle)
-AlucarD
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
I stand on a mountain ,
I stood on a hill ,
but even the Napolionics dark clouds of war had nothing on this .
the sheep that were grazing have fled in it’s gaze ,
and even though my cloak wrapped around me from the chill of the night .
I saw from the north did asail the wind darkness like no other ,
as I felt my bones rattle and shake under my skin .
How i wanted to take hold of my mistress summer and bask in her
warmth for just one more night .
She left without a word nor did her lips empress upon mine ,
nor the soft comforts of late evenings did she impress upon my cheek .
Now I await in trepidation and much distress her sister,
this dark woman of whome pestilence awaits ,
and where storm clouds gather .
This cold wind she sends an advent for what is to come .
Hail snow and rain nothing is like these in her sight .
Don’t look into her eyes ,
the man who peddles time cast under her spell and now he stands alone as time stands still .
Look a white dove how it ***** it’s wings against her blackened skies ,.
for in its beak lies a fig ,
and on it’s wings Gods eternal promise,.
herolds the dawn .
How I yearn for a warm bed and a clock to while away this hour .
A dream catcher ,
A shape shifter ,
a net above my head ( to catch these things )
and above all ,
bed .
Pray these things don’t steal the light ,
for my eyes to open and see the mornings sun ...
just once more .
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
When people joke about me,
I join them and mock me,
But sometimes they can just be mean,
Very mean,
It is painful,
I try to not make my emotions seen,
This puts a question in my mind,
R these people true friends,
Or are these people just lying,
R they the friends I'll miss when I leave?,
R they the going to miss me?,
R they the people I put on my trust,
Or being with them is a must?,
R they the people on whome I can lean?,
But they r so mean,
I'm angry and I sound mean too,
But how can I doubt those people who,
have been,
There for me when life was mean,
Not everyone are friends,
But there is always someone,
With whome my adventure ends,
And that's my true friend!
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,
Then whome a better Senatour nere held
The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld
The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold
The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,
Then to advise how warr may best, upheld,
Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold
In all her equipage: besides to know
Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes
What severs each thou hast learnt, which few have don
The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.
Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes
In peace, & reck’ns thee her eldest son.
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There once was a Beatle and a Bird
Who enjoyed a cup of tea every hour of the 3rd
At whome, passer bys would exclaim “Absurd!”
“These two could never give what the other deserves”
But still the Beatle and the Bird
Remained ever so undeterred
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 7:46 AM UTC
What.
What does it mean to have to ability to see the things unseen
by the common population?
Does it mean that every movement
every sound
has a deeper value than something unwanted and shallow?
unnoticed by most
but so very relevant
to the ones it holds meaning for.
Why do we let things deminish our self worth?
To whom it may concern I care.
I actually do care.
I feel everything.
Sometimes to deeply.
But surely enough I feel it.
No matter what may come out of my mouth
unto a world that is not yet ready for my greatness,
I will continue to care and make it known to others.
To whome it may concern.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
A long ways off a wolf howls into the wood,
But their is no call back.
He howls again, the despair in his call echos back in the crying of song birds
The song they sing is picked up and repeated into the world.
A song so full of pain that people crumple to their knees in soundless agonie.
The wolf howls again,
Challenging the moon as to whome,
Whome is more alone in the universe,
The lonely one who travels the sky,
Or the broken one who has known company but for folly now goes without.
Even the moon grows colder with the grief of the wolf.
The wolf makes its own path around the world.
Where their isn't a trail he creates one,
The ground underneath being crushed with the weight of a heavy heart.
He searches the world,
Echoing his desperate howl across all seven seas.
Hoping someday to find,
Where his beloved does lie.
His howl replaced as a broken cry.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
I sit and think of you with him
Neither of you let go like phantom limb
My mind is dark so thoughts are grim
Love I feel will slowly dim
But that's okay because he's just an ex
Your best friend with whome you've had ***
Knowing this my mind does vex
And our future it effects
I really want you to have your happiness
Never mind about the stress
I'm just far to easy to depress
I'm being childish,I digress
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
Here again I sit alone, wondering...
Why there must not be always, love...
Again, forlorn, my heart doth weep...
My purpose wane, my faith come weak...
Future, past, present are but not what I have been...
Self; illusionary...
But, for to whome I tell not when...
The line, the wax; coordination....
My falseness bare not witness to thy lovely...
Eye of the storm is not; but hurricane eyes, not, too much, mine heart...
Be the still, the ne'er loved...
Forlorn, my purpose wane...
To ne'er I go, thine heart not slain...
Carry thine love with thee, under pillow safeguarded...
Mule's day, play's night...
To see the lovely, wonderful...
Storm-less skies, wonderous eyes, after all..
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
The time
Passes faster and faster each cycle
Broken upon broken
Hurt upon hurt
Will you never learn
Friend of mine
You have been saved
And to your savior you only bring destruction
To whome you thought renewed you
You give trust and praise
But yet again
Your thrown into the melting ***
To be twisted
Conformed
And molded
My dear friend
Why are you so blind?
Just another angry song to be written
As you are made a fool of
Yet again.
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 1:21 AM UTC
Why only me?
Question in thoughts be
lingering pain in heart deep
Suffering humanity doth weep
Changing world never a constant
Pain and joy hearts content
yet trouble none for two same
to whome doth we blame
god in his might in heaven
or fate and luck odd or even
yet why only me
why only to me
cause it has to be
can suffered by me
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
You are the type of girls we write and sing for.
You are the type of girls whome you kiss,you feel that you still nedd more.
You are the type of girls to talk with without bore
And when you smile,I can't keep my feet in the floor.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
A girl lays in a worn bed. Her beautiful, soft dark brown curls, a mess from the night before.
As she wipes the sleep from her tired eyes, she breathes a melancholy sigh. Her past years has taken a toll on her.
But what she doesn't know is that within the ashes of sadness, when it seems all that is important has burned down in front of her eyes, it only leaves room for a better beginning.
Staring out the window, she notices a couple walking down her street.
She shakes her head, thinking she will never get to experience the strange thing so called "love" due to past memories of guys who never really shown the affection she deserves.
But in the end, it ultimately becomes her decision, if she will reach out to create better memories, for a short time, or a lifetime.
As she gets up from her bed she reaches for her phone and a beautiful, but delicate smile forms on her tired lips, as she gazes on the message she recieved from the night before from a boy whome she met a while ago.
"a girl lays in a worn bed.." She reads.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
I choose this life
It's a hard life
Yet there is a side to me
Who through these words
You will find
Has a side unknown
Unseen
I am a US Marine
Who fights and will die
For those I have never seen
For those I love
For those whome protest my existence
But I say to you
If a man held a gun to your mothers head
Would you not feel an urge
The instinct to fight
And save your loved ones.
This is why I fight because I love my fellow Marines
I love every American
Every one has a chance to fight for who they love.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
He was the water for which
I became thursty .
He was the food for whome
I became hungry.
He was the poison for which
I was ready to die.
He was everything for me,
But he made me feel I have nothing.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
The rose release's a threat
but to us it is a beautiful perfume.
The rose crys as its petals release there grip,
one by one they
fall to the ground.
Joining the others,
whome fall consumes.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
As the sun
Begins to set
I know my day
Is not over yet
So much to see
So much to do
So much to share
Now that I've found you
The time that's gone
Beyond the bridge
Does not effect the colors
Now forming upon the ridge
As abstract as what
We now have
Should I have tried....
......To see
Yesterday
Any vision
Any future
Any thought
That I would have
Someone....
With whome
To share
The setting of the sun
Now I realize I was
All mixed up
And am just now realizing
I am not viewing the setting sun
I'm in total awe....To realize
We're sharing a brand new sun
RISING
And glory
To the making....
.....of a brand new day
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 4:35 AM UTC
Under warm sheets
In a cold room
Nothing beats
You know whome
Snuggled up
Warm bodies contact
A coffee cup
Liquid all blacked
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC