Wonderously poems on Hello Poetry

Tashea Young Nov 2016

Dear Mona lisa,
So Comely Just like The Queen of Sheba
Standing Wonderously As if you are The leaning Tower of Pisa
Putting me under like anesthesia
Forgeting where I am As if I have amnesia
You are Everywhere I want to be like visa
Painted With glitter Shining bright Like Fame
Some may see you as a picture living in a frame
But I......I just Pondering at The thought of just knowing your name
As I Admire from afar
Praying to get to know how truely beautiful you are
It amazes me how thru you I can see him.
You remind me of an artistic painting in a museum,
Seen Marvelously but left untouched
Yet I yearn to have your heart to clutch
Desiring One day that you and I can love one another so much

#love #dream #life #beauty

wehttam Jul 2014

Basicali

Let me write to you!
Some thing
About baseball.
Or going through three
as a Latin poet.

This preacher had
fiddled a wooden cross,
laying it down
every time I
throw a fast ball.

He reaches
the t.v.
guide wonderously
curses Cubs.
A stick, of gum.
Wriggling in between
giggling as whom
has the windy
affair.

Starched cold pressed
pen stripes, left two right.
Alway, do dowelry.
Of course revelation.
"Did he, boy!?"  Get through.
Just lay down, thinking,
to look at the last payment.

No names, and we
still play baseball
around 3.

Bloodline of King Yashayah Nov 2016

Demons Spirits & Ghouls

So today we celebrate
A religion solely based on the dead
The dead are resting either peacefully or wonderously
Hell's turning over slowly and another inch away from judgment
Day everybody run out and grab your candies and merry with guised customes
Pretending to be your favorite character
Who are merely fiction
Face it folks we so off track with nature
That honestly think were serving a purpose
By venerating the dead
Who can't see or hear us
There transformed into another realm
Where we will once all meet
For our final perdition
Will we make it to our destination
Where ever it may be?
Or will we suffer earthly ?
Pangs that we once discovered
Our time during our living
No ones knows the day or the time we will be taken by father time
But one thing I do know is it will happend
Are you ready to die ?
Or will you standup for something
Rather than nothing ?
Recognize game when you see it
Don't be a fool learn about origins and tradition
For it could be an ambiguous ambition

Shay Ruth May 2014

Sonnet of Fall Thoughts

The skies, with heavy clouds and smoky soft-filled light,
Morph into days that furnish this reality, defined
By slightest laughs that bounce between a mother and a night.
Young kids may never find a closed place or a door declined.
I find myself along the curvatures that shift the heavens up in ration
Of the crunched leaves, sought by guards who wonderously fear.
People, tall, (and puzzled most) ask questions, without all hesitation
I bit my lip so hard the other day and metal filled my mouth
Reminding me to never to smile harshly underneath
Before I never could quite feel
Content. I did this time in case the blood was lodged between my teeth.
I ripped the seams of four long strips on across a banana peel
This time, I heard a thick voice, say, “no and don’t you go.”
Now and then, I wait and listen, smile and soon it shows.

jeffrey robin May 2015

.... evolution vs creation ....

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now / ain't it sorta funny

( Gettin a picture a things

By readin the poets here )

that the world consists of a bunch of people

Hanging around

Waitin to here the 3 MAGIC WORDS !

that will supposedly cast a numbing haze

Over their consciousness

( which will be treated as a wonderously

Desirable state !!!! )

& that in this state they will moon around a bit

******* unconditionally the

supposed spell caster

Until ( in a moment of pure uninhibited delirium )

They will start screaming and cursing

And slicing themselves with razor blades !

and falling into a ****** *** filled heap

On the ground mumbling like idiots

" why ? why ? why ? "

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now // this doesn't seem like a very evolved species

Does it ?

It doesn't even seem like a species even worthy enough

To survive ....

WELL SO MUCH FOR THE THEORY OF EVOLUTION !

but then again

To think some GOD

Some HIGHER POWER

created this pile of uselessness stupidity

ON PURPOSE !

is beyond comprehension

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WELL GOODBYE CREATIONISM !!!

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The only plausible alternative

Is that some DEMONIC OR EVIL ENTITY came

Took

One big humongous **** .....

.... And here you are !!!!!!

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What do you think ?

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( this is surely a trick question )

There being hardly anyone around here who can think

Or even wants to

Chris 7d

Ballad

I found my art in the cold,dead sky
    Set my young life free
Reflected shadows draw my eye
    To the guilt that follows me

Heir entitled,face unknown
    Collecting shattered bone
I'll steal, I lie and own the blood
    On grandeur carved in stone

So long now since that passing sky
    Where true love I did part
And never will her memory
    With kindness grace my heart

Your lives are built on fleeting youth
    Your dreams confuse the way
Regret is misplaced ground you've stood
    Each truth lies in the grey

I'd witness graveyards contemplate
In fire and through altered state
    What length that I shall pass
But I'm the feeling you were watched
    Leaning in bent grass

This time of rain will ease someday
    A starry night will fall
To please my heart of revelry
    And wonderously enthrall

I will become the endless miles
    Pointed willfully
To deconstruct the traveled path
    And pledge my love to thee

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