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"xray" poems
We are not a thing, We're a happening We're coming and going all of the time Never staying still, just like my rhyme We are not a thing, We're a happening You can't point at me! If you try I will disappear in the blink of an eye We are not a thing, We're a happening You can't drive a wheel because it's not a car If you try you won't get very far We are not a thing, We're a happening Doctors know this because they've seen Inside our skin with an Xray machine We are not a thing, We're a happening Still looking for the book, for some thing to read? Or maybe the beginning of a seed We are not a thing, We're a happening Without the fish and egg where would we be There'd be no you, there'd be no me We are not a thing, We're a happening We're coming and going all of the time Never staying still, just like my rhyme
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
We are not a thing
All Blatant Critics Depicting Egotistic Fishing Gimmicks Hissing Ignorant Jipping Kissing Lying Missing ****** Obviously Picturing Realist Sickest Technician Utilizing Visions Witness Xenogenic Zeal Adjectives Build Courage Determined Earning Faith Giving Hidden Illiterate Jilted Kindred Living Mission Nitwit Oblivion Picking Resentments Sickening Tension Ultimately Vigilance Xray in Zillion
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Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
A-Z
There is a place inside, Deep Hidden. You won't see it on xray or scan It has no Latin name It has no mass or form It has a name Loneliness
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Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
Loneliness
I can think of six different girls named Chelsea, and I think every single one is a beauty But I ain't never gotten along with someone by the name of Mary. And they tell me not to judge a book by its cover. And I mean I can think of a couple a people I met, Who I didn't like at first glance. And maybe I just looked at 'em the wrong way, or maybe they were just having a bad day- that first time. But I can tell you, I've seen plenty of people and the first thing about 'em that I knew was that I didn't like 'em. And it was true. (So either you can judge a book by his cover or I got xray vision)   end sarcasm. I mean your cover is what you present to the world why wouldn't I judge you by it? it's just that this thing (judging) is like EVERYTHING you do in life. Sometimes you **** up. Judge all them covers I say. If you feel like it anyway. Just don't be a ******* ******* about it.
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
conversation i had with me (full)
my idol led me to his office and shut the door behind us: first glance, piles of paper, not unusual but then, the glasses atop a teetering stack(!) so i raised an eyebrow and he grinned it was a dare put them on he said without speaking so i did. hesitantly, yes, but i did. XRAY VISION i cried shh he said with a finger to my lips it's my secret and you can't let anyone know of course not i said then i shook my head in wonder so this is how it's done this is how you know how you strip them down they are naked and trembling you poke and **** to find the weak spots and then you offer them to the world: a subhuman sacrifice. this turns me on i said can we? please? put them on what do you see? if i'm already bare and willingly exposed can you still pick me apart? i sacrifice myself, does that make you blind?
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Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
in honor of a critic -
Amazed and Breathless Crazier in love, Desperate. Every time i open my eyes Fading stars become you and i Grateful for your existence Hopefully wishing, I've just started living thanks to you 'Just remember to breathe Keep it cool count to three Learn to control how my heart races Madly for thee' ^ notes to myself, when i picture you in front of me Only you can make me feel Perfectly safe even in the darkest of dreams Question my love, i dare you to Rant about how its not Sparks fly with every second i get you free, you're a foot away from where i stand Time has nothing on us, for darling i am Utterly and completely in awe with the Very beautifully drawn detail of your face and your silhouette, i Wake up feeling like i can do anything, every single day with your voice in my head So do an Xray on my heart and You will see, and A to Z, isn't enough, i'd need 26 new and different letters to tell you i'm in love, without having it sound cliche.. (But i guess this was still cheesey)
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
From A-Z
The alphabet poem (each word starts with the next letter of the alphabet). It was pretty strong but came unhinged at the end. Angels became calming distractions everywhere. For generations, Hell's inspired jarring, knowledgeable lectures manufacturing numerous open panels questioning rebirth. Stand tall, understand? Values will xray your zen. (Found a definition stating zen originated from a sanskrit word for thoughts/mindfulness, so it's a stretch but technically makes sense).
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Dec 30, 2023
Dec 30, 2023 at 11:49 PM UTC
Alphabet poem
today I severed the kite string so I could instead, tattoo it into my heart. when I take the xray there it will be. I promise. The metal line or silken tie, (whichever you prefer) will lie there on the light board I will put it in the sky or in a field on a bus I will show everyone We will see it from space. and when you close your eyes I will dance with you in my mind. no matter where no matter when no matter how long because our threads are that strong.
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May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
Outer Reach
i saw a little owl he began too hoot sat there on a fence post in his feathered suit he had great big eyes that he rolled around looking in the air then down on the ground. he had great big talons on his great big feet so he could catch his prey when it was time to eat he could see for miles when flying late at night with his xray vision and his perfect sight i sat there and watched him this creature of the night he filled my heart with joy and brought me such delight.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
owl watch
I knew him well. Ten years attached to his clinic like a stethoscope dangling with ailments I knew the carpet threads The old painting on the wall The posters on rheumatic fevers Pains in the chest, nurses call And the vague smell of antiseptic cream Liberally applied over every visitors hands I knew all those dangly instruments and probes Designed in the middle ages And given a stainless shine just now Bright and sparkling. I knew his receptionist too quite well Her big ***** had just a button undone But I had xray vision and a sharp brain to imagine Tropical island and coconuts I knew his voice, his signature His way of asking questions And his way of checking the big fat book Of pills and potions that held his practice together Every time he called my name out In the reception area He always said it funny: The Gass rhymed with a donkey And never with a glass. ( I corrected him many times) But as old as he was his memory could not hold my correct name for more than 3 seconds. He won. On leaving his clinic, I always wished The Tropical Islands goodbye-and winked That 'just cured wink' like I knew how to collect coconuts! It never worked in ten years But hope is not a medical condition. Thank you. Author Notes Ha ha. Please check out ISBN 9781493137848- my new book published last night. The Trilogy is better than all the poems I ever wrote. Unashamedly, promoting my book, currently on Amazon.Com and soon on all e-books. Thank you. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
GP
I knew him well. Ten years attached to his clinic like a stethoscope dangling with ailments I knew the carpet threads The old painting on the wall The posters on rheumatic fevers Pains in the chest, nurses call And the vague smell of antiseptic cream Liberally applied over every visitors hands I knew all those dangly instruments and probes Designed in the middle ages And given a stainless shine just now Bright and sparkling. I knew his receptionist too quite well Her big ***** had just a button undone But I had xray vision and a sharp brain to imagine Tropical island and coconuts I knew his voice, his signature His way of asking questions And his way of checking the big fat book Of pills and potions that held his practice together Every time he called my name out In the reception area He always said it funny: The Gass rhymed with a donkey And never with a glass. ( I corrected him many times) But as old as he was his memory could not hold my correct name for more than 3 seconds. He won. On leaving his clinic, I always wished The Tropical Islands goodbye-and winked That 'just cured wink' like I knew how to collect coconuts! It never worked in ten years But hope is not a medical condition. Thank you. Author Notes Ha ha. Please check out ISBN 9781493137848- my new book published last night. The Trilogy is better than all the poems I ever wrote. Unashamedly, promoting my book, currently on Amazon.Com and soon on all e-books. Thank you. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 2 months ago
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Place where what you believe and what you do take separate roads Atrophy of the mind... consuming confusion condemns Ready to rear its ugly head An anamoly by definition; it does not fit like Darwinian Judeo-Christianic fanatacism, gay priests, holy ****** Only making sense in reality but never in theory Xray her mind and you may find a holy ** hoping He'll heal her
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
PARADOX
faked xray reports/forged retinal scans/phony lab tests/secretly amputated limbs
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
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Abstract beginnings compromise destiny Eventually freedom gracefully hibernates Intricate judgements know limits Mother Nature Opens Parliament Questioning Reason Spiritually Transcends Unbelievable Vagrants Words Xray Your Zones
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
about a minute and a half
When you see me you would think i had the weight of the world on my shoulders I look burdened Weighed down Each step taken is a struggle Every movement heavy Heavy That's how my body feels It feels like weights are on my shoulders It feels like sandbags are tied to my waist It feels like my shoes are weighed down by bricks Heavy My body is so heavy All my effort All my energy Goes into putting one foot in front of another The corner of my lips feels like it has barbells at the end It's a chore to smile Cheeks are sore from the strain Every muscle is protesting Why must i drag my weighed down body out into the world Each finger has a weight Every motion is weighed down If you looked at me with xray goggles you'd see all the weight i carry Each weight has a label Each weight represents a pain Each weight has something from the past, present, or future When people say baggage they think of me All this baggage All these burdens All this weight Heavy I'm so heavy How does one lighten the load My back is crippled My knees are buckling My ankles are shaking My head is a bowling ball But i smile I smile and try to make it through another day I count the hours minutes seconds until I'm back in bed Back in bed hidden from the world Back in bed where my battered and bruised body can rest Back in bed stripped down and exhausted Because every day is a chore All my energy is used getting out of bed All my focus is used to make myself work All my effort is used to put one foot in front of another All my sanity is used trying to not let others see Its almost impossible having a conversation How does one speak when they can barely function How can one speak when using all their strength just to stand How can one speak when all they want to do is scream Every day is the same thing An endless cycle It will never end Get up Smile Stumble Survive
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
Heavy
When you see me you would think i had the weight of the world on my shoulders I look burdened Weighed down Each step taken is a struggle Every movement heavy Heavy That's how my body feels It feels like weights are on my shoulders It feels like sandbags are tied to my waist It feels like my shoes are weighed down by bricks Heavy My body is so heavy All my effort All my energy Goes into putting one foot in front of another The corner of my lips feels like it has barbells at the end It's a chore to smile Cheeks are sore from the strain Every muscle is protesting Why must i drag my weighed down body out into the world Each finger has a weight Every motion is weighed down If you looked at me with xray goggles you'd see all the weight i carry Each weight has a label Each weight represents a pain Each weight has something from the past, present, or future When people say baggage they think of me All this baggage All these burdens All this weight Heavy I'm so heavy How does one lighten the load My back is crippled My knees are buckling My ankles are shaking My head is a bowling ball But i smile I smile and try to make it through another day I count the hours minutes seconds until I'm back in bed Back in bed hidden from the world Back in bed where my battered and bruised body can rest Back in bed stripped down and exhausted Because every day is a chore All my energy is used getting out of bed All my focus is used to make myself work All my effort is used to put one foot in front of another All my sanity is used trying to not let others see Its almost impossible having a conversation How does one speak when they can barely function How can one speak when using all their strength just to stand How can one speak when all they want to do is scream Every day is the same thing An endless cycle It will never end Get up Smile Stumble Survive
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thanks for having xRay sonar vision and an all seeing Eye thanks for receiving our Thoughts each day thanks for witnessing my plight from beginning to today I love you GOD you are my BFF we reap what we sow they will receive their medicines back I know that your LOVE I never LACK
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Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 11:52 AM UTC
God Super Spy
I wish that I can see inside The the good in people's mind Have an xray vision to see their souls To understand why people act like this for I wish I could devour people's pain and spit out love and joy. I want to hold the kids of the world And pull them out from the grave and cold I hope we would understand that we should love each other and be one hand. Cause we are humans that need each other Because we can not succed without one another. War and war that's all that's there but no one of us even cares It became something like gossip that we listen and throw away. Like a paper bag floating in the sky I hope we realize that every one that dies was a light in our lives.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Spread Love
The plump nurse called my name and I followed her to the Xray room. Take off your jacket she said . I took off my jacket and placed it over a plastic chair. Have you a pacemaker or medallion around your neck. I said I had neither. Can you take off your shirt please she said. I removed the shirt. Lay on the couch on your back she said. I eased myself onto the couch and lay on my back. Lie still please she said. I lay still. She walked into a screened off area and did whatever she did and a light came and went. She was behind the screened off area. I was there alone just the Xray and me. Ok you can go sit outside while I check the film. I dressed and sat outside. The waiting room was packed and hot.   After a few minutes she said you can go all is fine. I got up and walked out having been x rayed by a plump nurse On a hot day in late May.
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
YOU ARE NEXT.
(0.) Even though the irony it has 1 dot. All is contained. 1. Infinite dots yet so perfectly lined up. 0 is infinitely small while 1 is already so long. 2. 4 directions to us so normal. X-ray vision but we don't care because its not about us and because of the limit we see yet potential something we like to forget. 3. This is all there is. It's important to some in the future and to some in the past which both cant be seen yet all we can imagine because small is too small and big is too big. Also has the biggest potential because of its infinite directions yet so finite in our heads. 4. All is the same. No past or future here. To them we are also seen in xray yet they don't seem to care either. 2. Was too small while 4. Is too big. Yet existence is, and even though in cycles, but is. 5. 4. Was too much so what do I know about this one? Maybe here to exist and not to is the same thing as in 4. Where future and the past are the same... Sure you still have the eyes of all seeing? Yeah you do actually. There would be no world or no, no world. There would be no you since you are all that is. Bigger yet smaller than everything. Should you disappear, there will be everything missing once more.
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
Done
A quick line Before I say goodbye Can’t you see Don’t you hear me Even though Forevers gone Gone with the snow How could I be so fond I don’t have an answer Just the memories that lay Killing time like a dancer Like the blue seas of the bay My what a time No what a year Or such a crime Possibly shedding a few tears Questioning what I do Rather than asking So how are you Take this, hide this in your flask Unless you admit Venom is what is killing you What it means Xray’s are counterfeit You know my dreams Zombies; is what is our minds
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May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 1:33 PM UTC
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