"witt" poems
you aren't him
no one will ever be.
if i'm being honest,
he isn't even him anymore.
because
the first boy I ever loved
I loved when we were 8
playing on the playground
the first heartbreak I had
I had when I was 10
two years went too fast
he grew into someone I no longer recognized
all harsh words
and scrutiny
I'm not me anymore
No longer can I look in the mirror
and say I see the 9 year old in love
with a boy who would still make
her hurt today.
you aren't him
which I am thankful for
I don't think my heart,
even 10 years later,
could handle another him
the way you make me feel
reminds of him
all sarcasm
and witt
but now the bite marks
that I'm trying to convince
myself are Love Bites
are still sore.
and yes,
I know I'm looking for validation
in the wrong places.
but so far it's all I can get
your hands rough on my skin
your words rough on my ears
I'm beginning to think
the two of you
are more alike
thank I thought.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
englishman....one's wife's rather stupid,as thick as one could be,thinks wales is part of england,and some are in the sea.jock....ma womans thick as shite,rite aff her ****** noodle,she took ma rottie fer a walk,an came back wi a poodle.paddy....oi'l be ye all,witt out a doubt,moi missus is da tickest,das ever bin about,she went out for a hen night,somwher near caerphilly,she had ten condoms in her bag,and has'nt got a *****
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:04 PM UTC
I am standing here, staring into a dim horizon
while the wind sighs past, eternal and uncaring,
bearing with it the tattered remnants of poems,
legion in their number, forgotten and left to fade
away and be taken by the wind. With every step
I make, across this cold and grey place, words
are crushed beneath my feet, their meanings
failing, as they rise and take their places, within
that wind of empty promises, of broken loves and
hollow sighs. I lift my gaze, up from the dust of
my creation, rising slowly and with the grace of
gentle death. I see the horizon there, see it
glowing unconcernedly with the light of a thousand
thousand thoughts, and swaying gently with the
bubbling waves of happy joy, swaying with their
laughter, with their tears and quiet sorrows. We stand
here forgotten, the old and faded words and I, watching
Witt an envy dulled by time and the ever present wind.
We are watching, they and I, as we too, at last are faded away,
eroded by the constant wind, and the hollow sighs of forgotten
words as they rise to join that lonely wind, bleak with the dying
dust of a thousand thousand words, and their sorrows,
as they pass.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
En mi corazón hay una canción
Que demuestra mi pasión
Para mi Rey y mi Señor
Para Aquél que me amó\\
\\Hermoso eres mi Señor
Hermoso eres Amado mío
Tú eres la fuente de mi vida
Y el anhelo de mi corazón\\
\\En mi corazón hay una canción
Que demuestra mi pasión
Para mi Rey y mi Señor
Para Aquél que me amó\\
\\Hermoso eres mi Señor
Hermoso eres amado mío
Tú eres la fuente de mi vida
Y el anhelo de mi corazón
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
Love flowing over beats on a hot track,
My lyrics so serious given the beat a heart attack.
flowin so slick, my spit, flows like liquid,
I just roll wit it, I'm wicked,
No need to get specific,
I rather just rip it,
I'm so sick wit it,
the quick witt,
Its so ridic,
These critics,
just rip,
They tripping,
They joke on us
Getting me so hot,
I combust,
and bust spontaneous,
Grabbing the mic,
playing two hand touch,
Like I'm Tony Touch,
so dope, they fienin for us,
Getting high off the rush
Fans bobbing their head,
I'm on tour,
Spitting rhythms galore,
my fans roar,
from the dance floor
screaming from more...
It use to be a dream
not anymore,
my girl sitting front row,
Went from poor,
To no worries anymore,
My passion put a foot in the door,
The love for my fans, 100% pure
Without them, is me no more
With them,
I pulled the ceiling off the sky,
down to the floor,
so limits don't exist anymore.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
1 laugh at his fingers while he struggles.
Klimt consumer relationship 2. Time -
This is very important for the future.
The game is it? Seattle, United States,
New York, United States, New York,
New York 222 120 600 Russia, In the face of the United States in February,
with 2 of his father and others; Cicero York, Lord Jesus!
The New York Times will be Heavy;
Cheng 100, April 2, R222? In April, the same thing.
Experience experience in the United States, sir, Seattle,
New York, State University of New York, Russia 600 222 ...
Great Britain and the United States, the letters;
Now the image and climatic conditions
to avoid turning green. Egg and a half, and Klimt.
2 conference. However, all achieved.
Music World Music Seattle, New York, United States,
New York, New York; Museum 222 120 600
United States and Russian Banks on December 2
and Levinsky. Jesus Hiram time to time in Chengdu,
Consumers April 2, SR 222, April
Health and safety for the council 222 and 225
Musix Award for connections to Seattle, New York,
United States, Great Britain and the United States.
The grief; We see it now in England to help Tazer
the ****** Four thumbs and their great toes cut off.
Galaxy, 2 communications. cooperation
But we do not reach a consensus;
With music? Seattle, USA, New York, United States,
New York, New York Museum 222 120 600 Russia,
governed. December 2, post and many others.
York Cicero, Jesus! The New York Times WITT's
Heimie Cheng Du, no one, April 2, 222 from the customer
Manage and maintain in April. Museum using a banana.
In the United States, sir, Seattle, New York,
The game in New York, Russia 600 222 ...
The Latin American and in the United States;
Such a large unit and honor. Only a quarter of Klimt
2 conference. And yet. There is no agreement
as to what happened to the character of song? US
Seattle, New York, United States, New York,
New York; Museum 222 120 600 United States
and Russia Page 2 December, the Pope and other fellow Yalies.
Oh, Jesus, The New York Times, Witt Heimer Chengdu,
R. G, Feb 2, 222 customers. April care and maintenance.
The Museum Center to enjoy a bonus.
The most important city in the United States is Seattle,
New York, News York University, Russia 600 out of 222 members ...
The Latin American and in the United States;
With rods which increases towards the exploration.::
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
My monster will be the scarriest monster of them all
He will not be big because
sometimes the scarriest things come in the smallest packages
She will have big blue eyes
eyes you can get lost in
He will have perfect skin
not a blemish in sight
She will have agile delicate limbs
but don't be fooled they can snap you in two
He will tell you stories
some of which are true
She will wisper sweet nothings
the ones you long to hear
Wispers caught on the wind
He can keep you quiet
and you will feel like
She will never
let you go
He will
promise things but
She won't
keep them
They look like you and me
but there are hidden powers within
He may say
something and
She may agree
but only if it serves their purpose
They will leave you to fight
the mist that surrounds you
choking you in your own fears
They will leave you like a leaf falling
from a tree in autumn
He will captureyour heart
become the long lost brother
She will tell you secrets
become the sister you never had
This is why they are so powerful
not with witchcraft
sorcery
or other magical things. All
He has to do is
smile that sparkeling smirk and you will do what he bids
She just has to pout
you'll come running. running to do what she wants
They have the power to
make you hate them
but it only makes you love them more
They have the power to destroy you when
you are unarmed
He with his
charm and witt
She with her
grace and beauty
Never underestimate the power
of a best friend
when you do
you will be torn apart
piece by piece
they will break your heart and leave you
Alone
Friendless
Heartless
Cold
Best Friends Forever
Never Again
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
The winds blow, carrying spice and sand and death from the desert, water from the forests, ice from the mountains, fire from the lands of
fire, air from everywhere, and from itself. Stand one day in a high place,
Witt the wind all about you, and none else there but you, and if you listen, you may here secrets whispered to you, on the breath of the wind,
secrets many, and yours among them, for the wind knows all things, and it sees all, forgets nothing.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
the sill is cold
as is the morning.
i billow in a distant wind.
i will paint the picture for you:
i am old, a drone, a drag,
bruised calf, bent back
mind regret-clad
witt my head an almanac
heavier than iron, still, frozen
on the windowsill.
far beneath me, concrete sleeps.
uninterrupted, ageless, gray
i fear to wake it, how it rests
quiet, still, so still, so still.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
"quiero cantar,
encontre que al cantar
me sentia mas cerca
de el, era algo indescriptible"
Yo te busco,
yo te busco,
con fuego en mi corazon.
Yo te busco,
yo te busco,
recibe mi adoracion.
CORO
Te anelo,
te necesito,
te AMO
mas q a mi ser.
.......................
"Yo te busco"
Yo te busco,
yo te busco,
con fuego en mi corazon
Yo te busco,
yo te busco,
revibe mi adoracion
Coro
Te anelo,
te necesito,
te AMO
mas q ami ser
Te anelo,
te necesito,
te AMO
mas q ami ser.
mas q ami ser.
mas q ami ser.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Tell you my story
Tell you my hurt
Tell you what I’ve faced
Tell you that you can be okay
Tell you even when you think your destine to break
Tell you that you can overcome this
Tell you that life is mean but you have to fight back
Tell you to spill your heart and let people in
Tell you that not everyone is against you
Tell you that you deserve the best
Tell you that you are you
Tell you that you can’t be replaced
Tell you to pick yourself up
Tell you I wish you the best with kindest regards
Based on kindest regards by Witt Lowry
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
Brother how l've come to miss you
Been a while since we lay you to ground
I feel so lost but what can I do
Life was more when I had you around
I remember the time of our childhood
Now time has established control
We burned through our youth as fast as we could
Never realized life was digging the hole
Now I'm just drowned in this sadness
I miss your Witt and what you were inside
Sometimes I think we all dance in madness
Hope your with mother on the other side
If you see her tell her I miss her
I think soon I will be closing these eyes
And all that I am, and all that we were
Comes to nothing ,cause everything dies. Hy
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
I will always remember your smile
I will always remember your kitchen tiles
I will always remember
Your daring witt
I rememeber your love
every single bit
I will always remember your last call
If i could i would record them all
I will always remember your laugh
and how it made me laugh too
I remember it all
I will always remember you.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
Oh no honey,
You don't understand.
It doesn't matter to me,
How you play the game.
I'm not even playing,
With my own money.
Tragedy and loss are dull,
The pain that comes from them,
Isn't even that sharp.
You know what is sharp?
Witt and skill and success.
Particularly mine.
So watch out.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
In the dark we groove for light
Awaiting again the lion's roar
To awaken us from a stupor
A Maniac infuse to our culture
Mislearnig adventures incured by our search
Searching for light with the touch in hand
Searching within the endless tunnels of knowledge
Bellowing our rich forest and mangroves
Bastadizing the deep sea of life bestowment.
True and of a truth...!
Silence is a guide but we lost touch of the hunters skills
Skills that unwind the pantheon, crossed the hyaenea
And put paid to the antics of the Foxes
Our quest is now an inquests
Following the foxes of this sphere in a hide and seek dance
A salient dance of alienation between the Hunter and the antelope.
Will the lion ever roar again..?
Chinua Achebe, Kofi Awenora,Senghor, Bongo Mbeti,
Dennis Brutus, Alex La Guma, Anthol Fugar
Nelson Mandela, Cyprain Ekwensi,
Christopher Okigbo and now Gabriel Okara
....And other great lions
Living and dead whose roaring sounds
Cascades our spheres and beyond.
The great lioness;
Bessie Head, Nardi Gordimar,Mariana Ba,
Mabel Segun, Amata Aido,, Doris Lessing
Helen Oviagere, Buchi Emecheta.....!
Your breast has not dried up yet
And your ******* still drips with milk of knowledge
Only we lack sulking skills to quesh the hunger and thirst
We cry for trivialities searching for food outside our barns and homesteads
We long and thirst for great sayings with Witt
Idioms with Music accomplishments to rummage deep into our marrow
Pickerng into our very being .....Healing!
We long for the roaring Lions
Seeking sounds to penetrate deep into our persons
We long for true words and essences
Piercing through the very depths of our soul
Written by
Otuogbodor Okeibunor Abuja, Nigeria
— The End —
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
When I see the love in his eyes,
I always go back to our first kiss.
It was in an elevator.
I remember, I pushed all the buttons.
Floor one,
Tension was in the air but it felt like it belonged there,
In an empty elevator with just us two,
I could feel time stop.
Floor two,
I could hear heartbeats racing, and not just my own
As we stand there, side by side, my palms start to get sweaty,
I can't seem to peel my eyes away from his smile, his lips.
I see the words roll off of his tongue and automatically, I start to fall.
Fall for his charm, his witt, his heart of gold, and his beautiful, brown eyes.
As the doors start to close, leaving floor three, our lips collided.
In that moment, nothing else mattered.
He held me by the waist, lips still interlocked,
I never knew so much passion could be felt in one kiss.
As our lips slowly drifted apart,
I could feel the breath from my body escape,
Floor four,
As we reached our destination,
I could feel my cheeks were burning red.
The grin I had from ear to ear could be seen for miles,
The gleam in his eye shined brighter than ever before.
That moment in the elevator,
That moment in time, is something I will look back on for the rest of my life,
That moment is the moment where I fell in love.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Into my life you came so unexpectedly
With so much witt and confidence
You showed yourself to me
At first I did not want to trust
The feeling I have inside
But through the days to follow
It was a feeling I could not hide
As the days turned into weeks
I dared to open my soul
I dared to let a stranger into
The sanctity of my heart
And now today I dare to say
That this just might be love
For this feelings that I feel
Drives me crazy enough.
I do not know what tomorrow brings
Or what the days to follow behold
But this I know for certain
It is a story yet to be told.
So let us take one day at a time
And enjoy this wonderful day
And let love between us grow
By the power of Gods Love I pray
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
I've heard a trend
it's strange, touching weird
women marrying trees
just a little bit, absurd
Olette Oak in Oakland
Patty Pine, in Pitt
Ashley Ash in Arlington
Donna Dogberry in De Witt
Syla Simmon in Sacramento
Ella Elm in El Segundo
Cherry Cherry in Cambridge
Hanna Hickory in Hidalgo
Barking up a tree
now a whole new twist of tongue
getting firewood for free
and Cedar, in the lungs
An oh so noble cause
allowing more of them too grow
only three trillion more
that need a bride
too go
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Its the aesir to reason you
For matter of what soul
In due, is death that would
So dare yet find to cross.
Centories can mind or two
All at best be kept from
Ungrateful as bitter a fruit
Troubled aripe a venom.
In witt masterred the clue
For debt and till reason
Argued to name its value
Soul to have to be cost.
In wisdom weighted book
Soul saving of to worth
To practice become proof
Know to be of freedom.
Lived longer of any should
Worlds i come to know
New best call an every few
Hours twelve twice both.
Willed to call self introduced
Before far of every soul
Knew had language of tune
Come art supreme form.
Read from eyes all in true
Come to the collector
Due of gods understood
To proverbs skeleton.
Built from word time root
Come every ending of
Too late be the too soon
A home a rest a world.
Its the aesir to be excused
Work be lovemade word
New as dread as powerful
To be as limitless unknow
Written secret mirrorview
All charms willin souls
Rule in a spell more true:
Of right to be to, calls:
To be: RIGHT in the DUE -
PROVERB - SKELETON.
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 8:50 AM UTC
A dream on a beam
Swimmed in to view
One without a seam
On warm breeze blew
A goddess pure
In aura resplendent
Sweet, demure
Witt light replete, transcendent
A blessing from
The upper world
To show me path
Out of here unfurled
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
The day I shall bore this egg
along my will, beside my Witt,
With dreams to **** or more .
A sway I can't ignore
Born and be reborn like Christ
Around my faith, all that await.
Life is a deadly gift
I am a living rift
With my surplus goals and desire.
Nor those vain glories to acquire,
Zeal above my will, debase me still
Please write down my will.
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 4:21 AM UTC