"wort" poems
Adult ABC
A is for *******
B is for *****
C is for **** hole
D is for ****
E is for everything that you are
and
F is for **** off
G is for Gory holes
H is for hemerroid
I is for invulents
J is for *******
K fly a kite
L is a loser
M is for moist
N is for nuts
O is obscured in your
P *****
Q is for *****
R is for the Reassurance that you need
S is for ****
T is for ****
U is for Underwear
and
V is for ******
W is for wort and
X is for ***
Y now You know your life is full of
Z zest
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 10:35 PM UTC
It's okay, you don't always have to smile
It's okay to cry for a little while
Sometimes life can be hard
But it's okay, you don't have to play all of it's parts
It's okay, don't be scared to let it go
Cause soon you'll find your own glow
Yes, there will come the time when you'll find it
And soon all your tears and fears will be wort it.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 1:00 AM UTC
the night of the fake dead has become eternal
(i will wear Susan Lucci's face for it)
staggering through excesses unknown
and the uncertainty of this ranking system,
you tried to eat my earlobe
but lost interest in it quickly.
your scent safe in this butterfly net,
i am surrounded by the
murderous howls of your perennial
buttercups, determined to tempt
my animal ******* instincts.
(enuma elish la nabu shamamu)
(shapiltu ammatum shuma la zakrat)
i have tripped in the garden of Eve's desire
and felt torrents across my cheeks
of alternating salt and sugar-sweet nectar.
i have held the red locks of wort
and danced on the blossom-littered ground
in remembrance of wandered attention.
(When in the heights heaven had not been named)
(and below, firm ground had not been called...)
i have wept in the shadow of Adam's twin towers
and seen the rift between the continents
ebb and fall under silence's blanket.
i have leathered my skin under this star
to defend my eyes and tongue from
the bite of the turtle goddess.
i have seen the feast of the water,
devouring the naked soil of Pangea,
and tasted its salt with my eyes.
i have undertaken the toil of the shaduf,
churning mud and planting seeds for
the return of the floral messiah.
(Amaru baur rata)
(Shagane Ir Imshi)
i have borne the yoke of the oxen
and reaped stalks of wheat
in the summer's first harvest
i have broken bread with companions
under starlight mixed embers
glowing log light orange dynamo
(The Flood swept thereover)
(His heart was filled with tears)
Will you scream for me?
Can you profess the holiness
of my mission?
My name, my motif, echoes
across the ages...
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
In the end we are called upon by
stronger forces, blank expressions, glassy eyes
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
the cold of the world's knife,
pressed against the flesh of our selves,
unconscious rhythm heartbeat pounding
twisted sense rhumba of a thousand tiny shards
Siaynoq!
Call me to a greater purpose
Siaynoq!
Spill my blood across the sand
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
Mother Nature has a way of helping all of her beautiful creatures
She offers chamomile for when your mind is keeping you from sleeping
Passion flower for your constant worries and woes
Coffee to keep your eyes open
Ginko biloba for when you fail to remember
St John’s Wort for the melancholy that you can’t shake
Lavender for your head’s physical pains
Ginger for those cramps that seem paralyzing
Feverfew to relieve you when you’re overheated
Cannabis to escape all that troubles you
Mint for your when your stomach upsets you
Mother Nature’s healing powers should never be overlooked
She will tend to your wounds
Internal or external
Because Mother Nature cares for you
And you should care for her too
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
Was ist passiert?
Ich dachte...
Liebe sein sollte infinite.
Das Wort sollte eine Bedeutung haben
Das Wort...Liebe
Mehr als ein wort
Mehr vie hundert
Die Erfahrung ist unbezahlbar
Infinite
Für immer...
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What happened?
I thought ...
Love should be infinite.
The word should have a meaning
The word love ...
More than one word
More like a hundred
The experience is priceless
Infinite
Forever ...
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Your life has been hard,
It has
And you're not even seventeen yet
You've just learned to wear your hair in a ponytail,
Even though it doesn't cover your face as well
Now everyone can see that face,
That tiny little forehead,
And those eyes that aren't quite green or gray or blue,
But full of hope
Hope,
That is the color of your eyes
When you look in the mirror and hate yourself to pieces
When you wanted to grab a pair of scissors and cut off those beautiful belly rolls
And when you wanted to carve out a new shape for your nose
Ther's still hope,
In your eyes
Because that is what your made of,
and it shines through
Every time you've been broken down
Countless times
Every day on your way to school
Stepping through the gates of hell on earth
When they called you names
The sticks and stones
Staring at you in the corridor
When you got through your ninth year
When you saw your grandmother and all the safety she was die,
For the third time
When you realized that this time she wasn't coming back
When you told your dad you hated him,
And every time you realize you still do
When they crushed you
There was still hope left in you, if only the smallest grain
You always believed there would be a better day,
Even when you sunk the blade of a pocket knife into your own skin,
And you could barely see through the tears in your eyes,
And you mom cried,
And she held you,
And you said "No, you'll gett blood all over yourself"
And she screamed a little,
And there and then, at fourteen years old you thought that this,
This is rock bottom
You knew the only way out was through,
You knew
And that's why you made it,
Because no matter how sure you were that you'd given up you never really had.
That's why you,
Eleven years old,
You didn't jump ,
You didn't
No matter how hard you believed in the freedom of bones cracking,
In just a second
Floating away,
You never managed to convince yourself it would be worth it,
Because what if the sun will rise tomorrow and you will be okay?
Maybe that won't happen for another week or ten or twenty years
But it still wouldn't be wort it,
Because WHAT IF
You don't want to miss out,
You don't want to be the jinx,
Miss your whole life just because you got tired so you left early,
So instead you flew
Because you knew
You' pull trough
And you did
You bright bright ray of light
You brilliant star
Even though you are covered in scars
And that's okay,
It's okay
Now look in the mirror,
Look me in the eye,
And say after me
It's okay
You did it
It's over now
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
I met a girl named Alice Klar
She was the finest girl I saw
We made my day all bright and nice;
About the night I can’t speak at all!
Alice played with words all day
She’d find some Wort and write a play
To Lebenstraße she’d walked just twice
Even though I’d beg and though I’d plea
But I can’t recall for the life of me
Why that day Alice stopped for tea
Running along she’d chase the mice
Until they fell into the Spree
I’d always worried that her talcum hair
Would bring on suitors far more fair
But I never imagined that her vice
Would be an expat Fräuline eating rice
Amid the essence of food and the summer heat
When there in the Platz the two did meet
And a strong stark woman with heart of ice
Swept Alice Klar up off her feet
Since that day I’ve had no song in heart
Except for brats and hounds that bark
It’s now despite want of love and spice
Her memory fades into the dark
Still I have hope though you may scoff
That this man I am can surely boff
Another ribald maiden low in price
Then that old ***** Alice I can write off!
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Zu viel Finsternis in einem dunklen Kern.
Es ist nicht so einfach.
Nicht so schwierig, leicht, schwer.
Nicht verschwinden.
Du willst nicht verschwinden.
Du darfst nicht verschwinden.
Ich darf nicht verschwinden.
Niemandsgesicht, Niemandsgesicht
Du hast es oder siehst es nicht.
Eis zu brechen. Eis zu sprechen.
Das Wort ist Eis in deinem Mund.
Es liegt wie Eis in meinem Ohr.
Translation:
Too much darkness in a black core.
It´s not that easy.
Not so hard, light, heavy.
Don´t disappear.
You don´t want to disappear.
You must not disappear.
I must not disappear.
Nobodyface, nobodyface,
You have it or you don´t see it.
Breaking ice. Speaking ice.
The word is ice in your mouth.
It is ice in my ear.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 7:24 PM UTC
my fingertips bruise
along the imagined
arch of your mouth
i am sorry i never said
anythi
ng wort h mu
ch i’
m sor
r
y
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
Schnee bedeckt die Baumspitzen
Wir halten uns warm
mit unseren Blicken, Küssen
und den schlechten Witzen
Schnee bedeckt die Felder
Wir stehen wie angewurzelt
umringt von eisiger Kälte,
den Raben und der Stille der Wälder
Schnee bedeckt die Wege
Wir geben uns Halt, Arm in Arm
hören uns zu, jedes Wort, jeder Satz
jede noch so lange Rede
hält uns warm
Schnee bedeckt fast jeden Ort
In uns schmilzt jegliches Eis
jede erdenkliche Schneefläche
ganz plötzlich, direkt, sofort
In uns herrscht kein kalter und bedrückender Winter
In uns herrscht warmer und unbeschwerter Sommer
Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 5:10 AM UTC
I HAD A TUSSLE WITH A GREEN LIPPED MUSCLE,
AND THEN OMEGA THREE BECAME A MYSTERY,
I TRAVELLED OVER THE SEVEN SEAS,
ATE ROYAL JELLY WITH HELP FROM THE BEES,
YOU COULDN'T HELP THINKING CHONDROITIN WAS JUST
A TRY - ON AND GARLIC WAS NOTHING TO RELY ON,
GLUCOSAMINE WAS NEVER THE SAME AS
SOMETHING THAT TOOK AWAY THE PAIN;
ST. JOHN'S WORT MADE ME WANT TO ABORT
EVERYTHING THAT TOOK AWAY THE ACHES,
HOW MANY, HOW MANY WERE REALLY FAKES?
AND NOW IT'S KIMCHI, SUITS ME, SUITS YOU,
DON'T TAKE ANY ****** WHATEVER YOU DO.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
I wish it not
on my wort enemies.
Or a couple birds, a flock
that had been crippled with disease
In an attempt
to remove them
from their current misery.
The way that she treats me.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
rip my heart and tell me you dont love me
it would be easyer then the wait
just give me a sign that shows howe you feel
just fix this broken heart
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Einige wundervolle Dinge,
einige wundervolle Gefühle,
einige wundervolle Zeiten
wirst Du nie vergessen
ich hoffe, ich bin eins davon,
sagte das kleine Wort
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Dein Atem stockt.
Dein Herz verklingt.
Dein schwacher Körper – unbelebt.
Deine Seele auf dem Weg in die Freiheit.
Doch ich bleib hier.
Gelähmt von dem, was passiert.
Überfordert davon, was passiert ist.
Es wird Jahre dauern zu begreifen, was niemals passieren wird.
//
Und der Schmerz kommt und er geht.
Doch jetzt grad ist er hier – es ist schwer zu verstehn.
Dass du nicht mehr hier bist.
Und das alles, was bleibt, die Erinnerung ist.
Erinnerung, was für ein großes Wort.
Es ist Zurückversetzen an einen besseren Ort.
Eine bessere Zeit.
Etwas, das dann doch nicht bleibt.
Es ist Sehnsucht nach dem, was mal war und was niemals wieder sein wird.
//
Denn mit einem Schlag war alles vorbei.
Du – rausgerissen aus dieser Welt.
Verloren deine Träume.
Unerreichbar deine Gedanken.
Dein Atem stockte.
Dein Herz verklang.
Dein neuer Körper – frisch belebt.
Deine Seele frei zu gehn, wo es besser ist.
May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023 at 6:47 PM UTC
warte beim letzten schritt
schau dir die Warnleuchten an
die Raben greifen noch nicht an
verlier nicht deine Hoffnung
Was werden sie morgen sagen?
denk nicht drüber nach
Kurz gesagt, jedes Wort reicht im Leben nicht aus
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 5:27 AM UTC
Let this not be thrown to oblivion
Been through the haze
My head in the craze
But there is no other like you
Searching, imagining
Carving, designing
Sculpting, molding, repeat
I paint with my eyes of dream
Touch of silk's gleam
Lips of rose
Gentle, perfect nose
You look so alive
That you almost have a life
Too bad, you cannot be my wife in real life
With my sculptor's knife
I carve you day and night
Dress you with the finest riches
Embrace you with kisses
Dance with you as immortal's bliss
I pray to gods, you heavenly Aphrodite
My lady is nothing but an ideal deity
I never once knew that this idea can become a reality
I thank the million skies
My eyes' tears cry
When I touch your ****** hair
Now as rich as fur of mare
Kiss your marbled lips into soft
Sigh in rough
Yet mellow in yellow
As your skin out of milk
You breathed by a creation to breathe you into a creation
Your body, mien, and clothing, pictures a waterfall, forest, flowerbed and nirvana combined
My days from bleak to wanderlust
We vow before the heavens
May this love strengthen
I have never felt this paradise
From dust to snow
From stone to show
From sand to flow
From idea to glow
From air to gold
The hymn of serene
Lily wort bloom in the scene
I beg you, please do not prepare my wake
Without my beautiful beside me by the lake
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
It’s 5:22 and I still haven’t slept.
It’s not uncommon anymore and they say insomnia is a side effect of Paroxetin.
I call ********
Tomorrow I’ll be picking up a new prescription - things they feed me to make themselves feel better.
St John’s Wort.
They say its safer and more traditional, less side effects.
I’m just exhausted.
I think they’re just trying to get me talking again. I’ve stopped coming to the sessions and is it normal that I’ve felt better since?
Probably because they’ve upped the dosage of my Paxil.
Do they know that Paroxetine can overdose? 560 mg I heard can **** That’s 28 tablets.
I counted 13 in my bottle. That’s just about enough to get someone to hallucinate and *****
Useless.
I hear chirping outside my window.
It gets me smiling.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC