try to write out my problem in poetry. So I did. I posted it as a question but had to cut out a stanza to do it.
Imagine being an unknown baseball player, better than those who are world reknowned, but all you have is boxing gloves and live amongst boxers.
Imagine you have...
people in my head
They get up at night
And play tricks on me
When I think that I'm in bed.
I wouldn't mind,
If one of them
Was an O.C.D. neat freak.
Who'd get up at night and
Clean my house,
A couple times a week..
lost and I can't get found
My silly head keeps turning round
My imagination's gone somewhere
And my brain's not playin' fair
Now, when I woke up I felt just fine
But soon my head filled up with brine
So, all I do is sit and brood
Because my poems are just no good
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...
about the words i yosen
every single one
is very carefully chosen
i make up words,
like drhyme and shyme
because i rather like
my poems to rhyme
if it makes no sense
it doesn't matter
as long as it rhymes
i don't give a dratter
i place the pen on the paper
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...
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
I wrote my heart out
The battle in my mind
I have fought since June
The destination i get
Is the intended i hope
Should it be in vain
My heart will pain
But, the wound will heal
The pain will fade
Atleast i tried
beauty, as the sun sets
The breeze on our faces, your hand in mine
The warmth of our bodies, so closely entwined
I look at you, and you smile back,
No whisper, no words
Yet I knew for a fact
With that smile what you are saying
That the day's finish is not our ending
thunder in her voice.
The warning scream of a panther
as she gives you her command.
Best you heed the warning boys...
Cause, whether Storm or Cat...
You try to mess with that girl,
She'll tell you where it's at...
And after you're all wet, shivering and alone....
I dunno pa, where has it been?
Watch out they're coming to get you
Oh no, papa, I'm afraid and ahhh Choo
There we see the two bonding
Laugh a little while
Tickle the tummy of Kyle
Oh the fights of winter is coming
Dead, all ist tod
Read to us, what was wrote.
for him what I meant by 'sexy in my eyes' with regards to what I am seeking in my man, my soul mate, I replied:
So I give it back to you:
His fire from within:
a glow, the luminescence that is blinding;
the funny and crazy and
passionate and brilliant.
[ The broken and...
as a writer of obscene song lyrics and can occasionally write prose that doesn’t stink too bad, I have never been able to write any poetry (other than some semi-humorous limericks) that was worth reading. So…I decided to see if a poem generator (http://www.runokone...
I'm sure you'll all agree,
Bananas are an easy food
And fun for you and me.
You never have to wash them;
You simply peel and eat.
Just remember to toss the peel
And only eat the meat.
If someone doesn't like them,
I'll bring along a cake.
I have a tasty recipe
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...
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 they write
Dis. joint. ed
Random flowery words
Space them like
Like a cluster that is meant to be
They call it poetry
When it feels
It may be
Just be an
When it is
It's not an
It is a choice.
There is no
Weary and worn out, I don't know where to begin,
The fading sun has left a lonely man with nothing more then a shadow of a grin,
Battered and bruised and often misused,
Forever left in darkness and often abused,
Life has no meaning with nothing to lose,
Time has made its...
of cotton candy move across my world view: the sliding door/window of my balcony.
Their water bound bodies keep them tethered near the ground.
Still, they seem fleet for heavy hearted clouds;
they move quickly, as though they have an appointment with something special.
Both of us
Hard for me.
I loved every
When to let go.
That I won't...
it seems a simple thing..
wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium...
A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair..
and if i were to tell him,
he probably wouldn't understand....
he said I should probably wash it.....
It smells a bit you see,
(and it does)
But it smells...
about a year ago and I wanted to use it for my English class. (We have to recite a poem) The only problem is, I can't find the poem! It's called "Tara" and I've looked all over. If you see it or if you wrote it, can you please send it to me? It goes something like:
and stretch upward.
Plump, golden, lovely in your simplicity.
You imagine that maybe, possibly...
You just might be beautiful.
You just might be important.
You just might be wanted.
But then, without notice...
You’re cut down.
You're absently trampled...
cheated to win
You've already lost
You may have her now
But consider the cost
You've broken a heart
And she broke her vow
Her husband's the winner
You're stuck with her now
She cheated on him
She'll cheat on you too
And when your heart is broken
It'll look good on you...
.. so I figured I'd start working on some poetry...
all that romantical crap and stuff.
I love a man who is broken a bit.
and can't see the one that I see.
When I look thru the cracks
I see much of me,
with his low self...
and half my poems were about not knowing what to write about. Then there was one about popcorn, one about poems (both were concrete poems), and one about a hamburger (based on Jabberwocky). There were also other weird ones, but I don't remember one.
this hurt I can't show, so I'll burn this page just like all those times before, it's all the same there and here, a tear is shed a smile is cracked the secret remains, entrenched in this heart, enveloping those bitter aspects of this bleeding past, A haze of confusion lingering...
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the...
Time just passing by with the blues,
Filled with ups and downs and bad news,
What is before us, do we really get to choose?
Through all the pain and darkness we look for clues,
But most of the time we hear just boos,
Is it really all about paying just our dues?
We'd problably make babies while you stare at the stars and moon,, we might be far away from each other but we can be face 2 face very soon,, staring in your mocca eyes,, feel the warm of your body temperature for the first time in a body language only your clothes enjoy...
every swig of my beer.
Why aren't you here?
Where is it that you went?
It was my always my devotion that I sent.
As I sit here contemplating the end,
Only one message I wish you would send.
I must say goodbye doll - as I walk down the hall....to my dark new adventure.
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
on a cold wet winters day
and I remember places
and loved ones faces
they all seem so far away
I don't really care if your reasoning
tells you that I am strange
cause your red neck ways
won't leave you room
to face the tides of change
It's ignorance and hypocrisy
found a heavy piece of wood
and thought as hard as a caveman could
until at last he understood
to him the role of King belonged
He knew he couldn't hesitate
to split every fellow caveman's pate
till on their knees they would await
King Grom the greatest of the great...