and took all my beer
The dishes the CDs,and eight tracks ,I fear
The laptop and flatscreen a mere prolog
To finding you also carried off the dog
You done me wrong you deflated my ego
Was that any way to say,Adios,amigo?
I spent all of thesse days in a semi on the interstate
nothing noteworthy profound or clever
no meter no measure a confusing tone
It's the worst poem ever so leave me alone
It could be about something in particular
It could be parallel or perpendicular
but it's not about anything this time
and all I have to do is rhyme
I said: "I am tired of love"
You said: "I am tired of you"
I said: "I sleep to much"
You said: "You are boring"
I said: "Shall we eat a banana-sandwich today?"
You said: "What for?"
I said: "I don't know"
You said: You sound like a lazy person"
I said: "I have no comment on that...
Help I'm lost and I can't get foundMy silly head keeps turning roundMy imagination's gone somewhereAnd my brain's not playin' fairNow, when I woke up I felt just fineBut soon my head filled up with brineSo, all I do is sit and broodBecause my poems are just no good Can't find...
compassion as you grow old. I feel sadness as your body is becoming fragile and your mind is becoming forgetful. The look in your eyes is different now, tired and sad or is it lonely? A far cry from the woman who was hell on wheels most of my life. You were an eye catcher...
suspicious minds feed on fragile hearts, hope you can tell,
I don't know how much of this I can bear,
hate it when I start worrying about something that was never there.
I sometimes wake up thinking I don't know who you are anymore,
I just don't know you,
maybe if I didnt have...
Remnants of wanderlust.
I was sorry to see him go.
He was a punctual fellow
But not as precise as logic.
Logic sat quietly on notebook paper
And arrived immediately when summoned.
Sadness, however, showed up late
Without warning on a Tuesday night.
emotions all over some page
Emotion's gonna lead me to an early grave
and all I get is a song
just a sound full of feeling....
but writing down feelings
and the sounds they go to
is one of the only things
I know how to do
the other is knowing just how to miss you
and die deep...
spoke in hushed tones and smelled of man made things
in the manic moonlight it strained against time
and almost cast a shadow
Your hair was wrapped around me
and you made muffled sounds like a smile
The blissful wet warm pull and tug
like a more quietly nursing calf
lost in the...
When they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
I'll feed you honey,
Even when the day isn't sunny,
You her cry when I make you lose,
And I've never seen you drink booze,
Maybe it's because you're a game character,
You should be among the top male Hollywood actor,
I shall stop now since its creepy,
I can't rhyme it with...
My old blue chair was not always old. I bought it brand new from the store where it sold.My dad helped me get it, when I was with childsomething to rock my new baby, meek and so mild.As she grew I used it for funI kicked up my feet after the day was done.Sometimes another kind of...
Everywhere I look
Bad choices abound
None are my preference
No hope to be found
Where is the man
Who made my heart leap?
He's nowhere to be found
My heart now, only weeps
The choices I see
Are no choices, at all
Where is my vision...
My confidence, my gall...
A boy in the back of church
Just like a mother first born being hauled off in a hurst
I'm here to expose love like a pu$$&
Underneath a panty less skirt......
(Drops mic and walk off stage).....🎤🙉🙊
I've been here before
It's not the first time
And possibly not the last.
My heart is crushed
I Should have learned
From Mistakes made in the past.
I find the key
that opens the door
Determine to live, to love to grow
I gather myself, My courage and pride
Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
and down in this world
not some misunderstood romantic tragic figure
but the father of lies
old scratch stands behind the curtain
and raids the caravans loaded down with good intentions
He is the wicked warlord in the horn of Africa
He is the self serving dictator with...
What is a word
Without a voice
What is a thought
Without a feeling
I thought I knew
All I needed to
Until I realized
I didn’t know you
The way I want to
The way I dream of
Still here I am
…your next word
Greetings poetry lovers and welcome to Bad Poetry For Children altho most of us here are not children actually, but anyway here is poem i wrote that is guaranteed to suck and i call it hung up on you, Girl
Clouds drift by outside
Nowhere left to hide
As the cloud patterns swirl...
Something bit my toe last night
I don't know what it was.
A sudden pain, a drop of blood,
And I looked down, because
I wondered if my cat had used
His claw to get attention,
In hope that I had filled his bowl
But no such intervention.
It must have been a bug that crept...
Hello again Poetry Lovers and welcome to another episode of 'Bad Poetry for Children', Although ' Absurdly Corny Poetry ' would be more like because there is nothing erotic, sexual, or passionate;it's just plain lousy and well corny Well here is the poem which i call Digging to...
It wasn't meant to be
The way it turned out
People were hurt
Physically and spiritually
The one way out
Was through that door
So silently he slid
Deeper into the dark
Souls in disrepair
Mud on everything
Like spilled paint
as an answer to a question peza asked, so I thought I would write it down.........
There is a war inside my mind
emotions drawing battle lines
opinion flanking from the right
ideas coming up behind
It started out as civil unrest
barefoot bard with teaks of Chan
given taken held up here
Maddening glazed and galvanized dreams
make for worthless surreal windows
classic hot rod metal screams
like broken swallows when the wind blows
Young and brave treacherous poisoned blood
leaning up against...
Doesn’t it drive you crazy?
Texting, skyping, tweeting, keeking, creeping, squeaking, bleating, beeping
All at once, all the time
Goodnight’s rest anyone?
When was the last time you watched a documentary uninterrupted?
Or read a book?
Or had a conversation
With one person...
had nothing in particular to say
he forced his stacked lines
and on occasion some rhymes
nothing in several shades of gray
He spoke of an illusive muse
and a starving white sea
things that never were
and things that used to be.
The word wielding ghost
remembers bouncing checks...
We went to the supermarket....we needed two things...
Two innocent objects....but later we cringed.
Who would have thought......that two items together.
Would make people laugh....like the touch of a feather.
She had chafed lips.......and we were cooking a feed.
So off to the...
When it feels
It may be
Just be an
When it is
It's not an
It is a choice.
There is no
soo sad to be soo smart, but always fall for the line
knew it was wrong, but still tried to make it right
so i ended up alone ,needing you every night
the thing that hurts so bad also hurts soo good
my pain was my pleasure n u were the one that understood
And I thanked you
For the compliment
But did you not know
That you were complimenting me
On my artistry?
Perhaps you did know
And you admire
Both the mask
And the visage beneath
And love me enough
Until I remove the mask
And show you
What you’ve already seen...
and greenish hungry clouds
elements drawing battle lines
exuding a foreboding miasma
vapor fat with lightning and moving air
threatening a killing wind
I've seen the street lights
flicker and come to life
a little passed middle of the day
the pressure dropping fast
for the lark
He collects from the circle
and takes the walk
He's the fastest
and he has ID.
Soon the circle
will be comfortable
and somewhat blind
and the bottles will empty
and rabbit runs again
Stacked lines on bridge mounts
and graffiti on concrete revetments
I'm a sad song on repeat,
and tomorrow when we meet,
swear to all, never admit defeat.
Just a blur I am,
a wind in passing,
just a noise across the room,
no point acknowledging.
I'm here, you're there,
seemingly away so much,
freedom to my eyes
to touch and hear and see and feel
without fear of fate or compromise
give me this moment to call my own
to give and take to appreciate or ignore
this moment alone is all I ask
and then one moment more.
This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks.
Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and...
To whom it may concern.
I LOVE your warm and caring heart...
I LOVE the way you rip and tear mine apart...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE your kind and loving gentle words...
I LOVE the way the harsh ones make me hurt...
~I LOVE YOU~
I LOVE all your honesty and truth...
I LOVE the cold...
with hypocrisy on his breath
and the fattest wallet on the block
Judge and jury in his head
the verdict read the sentence passed
the gavel hammered down
He pays lips service to his mind
disclaimers to soothe his own conscience
free flowing like cheap beer on tap
She looks down at her weary hands.
They ache from the toils of the day.
For every day they lovingly hold many lives,
Gladly being the hand of love,
The hand of kindness,
The hand of patience,
And the hand of sacrifice.
Grateful to to give...