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Hold your sign Tout your voice Hide your gun Love your choice The only way for change to come Is standing there and doing none while singing fantasies of peace illuding that this all can cease
Darkness surrounds me as I find myself enveloped in the story being told in front of me. A young girl is stumbling upon a scene,
Do you ever wish you could go back to sleep? A place where you've already achieved All your hopes and dreams? Do you ever wish you could be asleep Instead of being awake, And wanting to scream?
Students Aren't human Schools only pretend To give a shit And be prudent Because in their eyes You're only a statistic
If boys will be boys Then girls will be toys Consistently falling For all of their ploys And allowing their confidence To be destroyed
Overthinking things Makes me want to scream
There is a jerky employee Who delves into a fantasy. One day, with a smirk, The person goes berserk. Right now, he is stuck in China sea.
Intro: I want to thank my Twin B for believing in my talent when I didn’t, love you… Young J is a rapper he says I write my own lyrics to these songs, please press reply
So I thought I knew everything… Growing up taught me lessons I should know A high school diploma was just nothing to show Momma was proud when I walked with a degree, I’m sure
"Ahh... no, I don't want to break my head,me doing this flip will surely make me dead."My mind was always over exaggerated back then,I just wish I could do that first flip all over again.
I’m not handing checks because it’s not season Can’t trust the government, better call it treason I operate for my own reasons To protect myself as a human being Can’t put me down, I am not weakened
Waking up everyday seems just so hard I am tired of this routine that got me off-guard I have no social life, I am like broken glass shards I been talking to myself, my only insanity ward
Going to the theater for all the world to see People on the big screen who, for the first time, look like me Giving many kids a chance to connect with character’s identity
Thank you for helping me, I was in doubt and could not see, Potential was always there, But I was too stuck on how life was not fair, The best Aunt anyone could ask for,
Soy una artista dibujando un espacio en blanco No puedo retractarme de mi banco De memoria Haciendo historia Escribiendo rimas me da euforia
“What can I get you on this fine day?” “Fine? Are you blind? The sky’s dark gray!” “That doesn’t matter, today can still be great! “Who put an Unhappy Meal on your breakfast plate?”
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
Remember when you broke your right hip? It came as a shock to me. There you were, the picture of health, And only eighty three. Of course, you were most disgruntled.
Whispers of correlation “others feel exactly what you’re going through”, Vulnerability on paper without hesitation Speaking the truth as if they are living life with you Poets and Poetry
You think I'm okay? How can you wish me well? How could you not think of How I might react or feel? But here I am standing And I probably smile I have to stay happy For a longer while.
What poetry has taught me is how to be true, Even though sometimes I haven't a clue. When I feel upset or mad, I pick up my pencil and paper pad. I write down my worries, my future, my fears,
The strings vibrate violently over the frets, Making the people collect. The drum stick cracks over the skin, Letting the beat begin.
It taught me to write It taught me to read It taught me to want It taught me to need It taught me to rhyme It taught me to see It taught me to help It taught me to be
Ink on the Skin, White like Paper. I am my writing, The corners taper. My poems I read, Then soon become. Sharing the thoughts, I'm trying to overcome. These words I write, Share a story.
just one failure to watch one fateful soft misstep can bring a building down cause chaos to erupt i looked around for someone i’m still not certain whom relief flooded my chest
the basis of a written poem summed into a single line the authors mind to roam rhyme lime crime for those who do not know
Rhythm within, Let it begin. Take me back to a time When I lived within rhyme. When reason was here, And I was there. The tick without tock, Those minutes on the clock. A time unmeasured,
Is love enough Love cannot stop a man from moving It cannot change a person, place or thing Love cannot build a ladder for escape It cannot kiss away my broken brain Love is merely a chance, if that
Sticky kisses and blue butterflies, Long nights and adoring skies. Lingering kisses and yellow flowers, Suspensful nights and everlasting hours. Passionate kisses and red wine,
Driving up the mountain just to see the sunrise I saw something that really caught my eye I saw the trees that stand proudly in the summer And I couldn´t help but say they reminded me of her
I want to know why the sky is blueAnd why Death must come so soonWithout warning, life is dueBut not ever knowing why the sky is blue. I want to know where the willows lie--Why their hearts can never dieAnd Mother Earth will always denyWe're sea
my legs feel frail again (oh am i wilting?) i don’t know if i’ve skipped to the end or rewound to the beginning unsteady i betray myself almost done, can’t sway not this time this time
The moving force was slow and steadyWith wheels that groaned "Are we there already?"The complex grinned with sandy windows,"Say goodbye to your driver, fellows.I've come to wrench her from your seats
You were always the one for me, But you never knew me at all. You've seen me at my peaks, And you've witnessed my falls.
Walking through the talking woods, looking at the reflecting water, I see a bag of old goods and empty bottles underwater.
Dear ETs, I’m sorry, I cannot find a way To bring myself to fully answer your question Regarding humanity’s ending passage of days;
The pain of death never goes away it stays and rots and sings all day because it cannot do anything but stay until it lets itself be felt by anyone in its way
Lolo... Here's a letter to you. To the man who spoke so soft and yet so proud of his past. To the man who worked so hard yet also not so fast. To the man who understood when to stop and when to go,
Perhaps I was wrong, maybe my accusations have been oversung. You were, as far as I was sure, the problem that made me fight. But as I leave you in the dirt and move on, it seems
W h o w o u l d h a v e t h o u g h t t h i s p a s t
Many of Our Major Experiences Normally Take Seconds Written by: Eric Fraley
How now, my dearest Lord and suit, Sir Knave? Upon thine honour and upon thy grave, Thou swearest prove thyself a gentleman, And in itself to gain thyself a fan? I’ve seen thee lock’d in taverns here and there,
I am still while the world turns beneath me. The weight of my sorrow does not slow its spin, for soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea. I do not listen to the wind twisting the trees
Atlas fades on stormy days A tortured burden he must bear But now the birds of song are gone Descending the depths of despair
Stale smoke, It clings to the threads of his jacket, Yet i've never choked, Our relationship is stuck in a brackett. Oversaturated Old Spice,
Through the darkness,A candle burns,Erasing the varnish of the tainted world,This flame shines,Leaving behind a forgiving line,
Tavern mugs and boisterous laughter,Another line in this wondrous chapter,Long after the sun has set,Quills still write, and candles stay lit.
My entire life, there is one thing that was drilled into my miserable brain. “Bottling emotions is wrong. But let me make something clear.
I ramble on Like no one is watching. You don't interupt me, And I wish you would. Tell me I'm crazy That I make no sense, right? You can't stand my talking About the things that make
Because I love you
I first checked you out in school. I don’t know what caught my eye But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”
It’s Better late than never to grab the bull by its horns and remove the reoccurring feeling of the thorn, I’ve bitten the bullet once some things never change bridges keep burning no pain no gain.
You are crisp summer grass, the crunch of fallen leaves You are dandelion tufts floating on a spring breeze You are the muffled crunch of winter's icy freeze You are the sun and moon, the mountains and seas
David F. Battey, He was a lot of things in 85 years He was a father, a grandfather, a husband, a friend. He was a learner, a doer, a thinker.
It feels like a storm, Loud, gloomy, and yet so calm. As hauntingly dark as nightfall, Yet still light like a rain cloud.
Mop the floors, Dust the shelves, Stay indoors, Keep to yourselves, We can yell, No throwing anything breakable,
Because I love you, I will call you Dear, I will let you yell too, I will ignore my fears. Because I love you, I will hold in these tears, I will smile for you, I will call for help.
Once upon a time?Was there ever such a time?Where princesses were capturedAnd objects came to life?
We all know the story of Cinderella Snuck out, lost a shoe and met a fella They change the story as time went by But I have the non-fiction, refreshing lines She did sneak out, she lost the heel,
Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom Juxtaposed seriously The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet Working harmoniously
Can you fly? I! Do you have a beak? No, but I am sleek. Are you nice on a hot day? So the people say. You are feared in the harsh winter. I can be quite bitter. You are the Breeze.
“Once upon a time” My mother had begun It was like this every bedtime She wouldn’t stop till she was done She told me every night The story of my birth, My dark fable, her plight.
Beyond the jagged mountains the abyss lies therein. Many have attempted to explore its depths but all have perished within. We stand there at the entrance peering into the belly of the beast.
I hear her singing in the night. A somber melody, my heart’s delight. But when I rise to see her face She disappears without a trace. A shimmering tail amidst crashing waves. The Siren’s song that I so crave.
She’s locked me in this maze again How she laughs at my pain! I know of the sins she does commit To escape I shall find proof of it! Twists and turns mar the path But reward awaits my grasp.
Once upon a time the bad were the good and the rotten were the wise until the status quo was changed by the bad in disguise.
Once upon a time In a land of song and rhyme Was a girl named Little Red With a hood upon her head Who traveled through the wood Carrying all the cookies that she could To Grandma’s comfy home
Behind closed doors and tight lips,there remain words trying to escape. Behind locked rooms and sealed hearts,there lies a secret wishing to break shape.
it never hits me until it's too late recess, playgrounds, field trips, museums, textbooks, classrooms, no A/C, Speech comp teachers who teach, and those who teach you to teach yourself,
Blinded by your lies I trusted you I should've seen it in your eyes You were too out of view All those nights were fun and games Little did I know I was being played
She locks her door and makes her bed Hopes to see him soon ahead Opens her window but is quiet The empty night is so silent Out the window she will climb To meet her lover right on time
Blindfolded, we enter the world. Eighteen years with only the wisdom of our parents On our back, Lacking that which education had promised. Has promised. On our future coffee tables lie
"America the Great" Is a nice, catchy phrase; But it's propaganda During our modern days.
The soft tender touch of a lover,The hushed whispers from one to another.The beauty of a now stranger lingers in your mind,The faint smell of Lilac lets you unwind.The taste of your tears cascading down your cheek,Her gentle kisses leave you weak.
You call to me in the night, A silent black monolith of blue light, Looming in my waking thoughts and dreams, Punching buttons and tapping strings, The world I think is dull and grey,
The brain is a marvelous thing full of numerous files from long ago, and yesterday loads of info it compiles The center of it all, it gives me instructions brilliant mastermind,
From January to February I hit a new low in life Everything was bothering me All I thought about was the cold blade of a knife From March to May
My school has taught me well, But is it enough? The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, I learned in biology amongst other stuff.
Such elegant creatures which live in the seas Who float as if a feather fell gracefully The creatures that come in many different colors The ones that differ from one another
I can't be who you want, Believe me 'cause I've tried. Why can't I be who I want? Why must I change my mind?
The one thing that ignites the light Which excites my mind from day to night Is the delight I feel once I write All my focus is on the trains of thought All I notice is what I jot on the spot
I really should begin to go.You know I didn't mean it though When I said “I won't see you”. As the clock goes farther in timeAll you do is stay on my mind.I hope for you; that's true, too. Although I know down in my coreI will start to see you mor
The traveler stopped for restthe sky a silver hue,the sun setting in the westthe waters, a dark blue.
Hey! We are the crew! We can teach a thing or two! Taught it in this line!
It's only in my dreams that I say what I mean, because I think too much when I feel too much-- or too little, and I find myself forgetting how to breathe, while I wander aimlessly inside a prison of dream.
There's so much in my mind that I don't understand, things that I should let go, instead of burying in my head.
There are days when, unbidden and unsought, memories surrounding you enter my thoughts.
The floods push and coax others just go with the flow. But not I. Sometimes I drift towards shore, I prefer swimming straight for the shore, And then, I'm in another place. No swimming with routine,
Cracked lips, crooked teeth Uneven posters, tattered torn wreaths Cheap shampoo, untamed hair Honking cars, smoke infused air Profanity carved tables, eraser-less pencils Leaking roofs, rusty utensils
Your face in between these thunderous thighs Guiding me on an ascent to cloud nine on the way to meet the most high In between these sheets is where our love lies.
I am a poet. My pen is my sword The ancestors and God fuel my every word Flowing out of this trident is ink from the depths of the ocean
It’s all so cold lost and lonely, veiled by frost- be quiet, I’m told never speak up, no cost never any loss-
Seventh grade, my friends left me All I had to console me was family A new Taylor Swift C.D. The melody School was tough with no seat No one to meet When it was time to eat,
I’m no prodigious poet. In fact I’m quite the odd bird, I’m always delving deeper into ideas others find absurd. As my father crossed oceans I fell onto my knees; anxiety and depression:
At night I'm the darkest sky The stars are my path The moon is my guide My mind travels To far away places Where my grass Is greener From the other side
Countless hours Harmony in my head Words of life Don't send me to bed Stay up with me Keep me company I am the quiet stream But you're the babbling brook speak in sense
I'm not much of a creative writer. I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter. Just an average student on break going day by day, Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet. I sleep all day like a newborn baby,
A bullet costs less than a quarter A life is cut shorter A bullet is made of lead A life is dead A bullet is fast A life's wound is vast A bullet hits hard
your eyes were a much deeper blue than i thought causing me to dive inside to run around and get lost but i'm terrified that by tomorrow you won't be there like before and i won't have your eyes
i try to lock you out but you keep coming in it's my fault however i leave the door open and whenever you leave i know you'll always come back so when you do i left the keys under the mat
i'm not going to be at the bottom of your checklist because you forget i'm a priority like you forget to eat your breakfast i'm not your last minute school project i'm not "going through the motions"
he never loved me that's me admitting he never stayed i wanted committing his actions were cruel but they were forgiving his leaving was my beginning
11:11 is said to be a myth but every night i still make a wish i close my eyes and wish about you hoping by morning my wish will come true
i know it's a sin to compare you to God but damn you're the closest thing to heaven that i ever saw
you copy me from the way i walk to the way i talk you copy me from the way i sang to my different types of slang you copy me from the way i sit to my humor and wit
there was a spark in your eyes i saw it no doubt yea we'd be a good match but we'd probably burn out
i want to feel you in all sorts of ways from intertwined hands to what's in between your legs i want to feel us skin on skin from the different sensations outside and in i want to feel it
don't chase after boyswho keep running awaydont beg and plead to boyswho don't want to staydon't give yourself to boys
Every year since kindergarten, We begin with a journal entry. Entering our thoughts on our day, and writing for over a whole century.
Can this just be the present That everyday is Even with a nemesis Or without even saying Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades Or different context
Being stranded on an island would be unfortunate, and any item we bring compared to the big picture may seem disproportionate. But being logical has its perks, and i've heard this survivalist book really works.
There’s one thing in my life that is dear and ethereal And that dear and ethereal thing is called cereal. Mornings and nights, without a doubt
1. Music is the one thing I can not live without 2. I feel like it takes me to a different place 3. I enjoy music as much as I enjoy sauerkraut 4. When I listen to music, different expressions strike my face
I always joke about impressions and lie that I don't heed. But when camera snaps goes off, it's the fortieth picture I keep. So there goes my humility. Good-bye shame.
Life without love is like the sun without the moon, life without love is like a flower that'll never bloom. Life without love is like a star that won't shine, life without love is like a poem with no rhyme.
My Lord My savior My breath the marrow of my bones the thing i can't live without He's worth more than gold, persuasive words, & status My comforter in midst of unbearable pain, broken promises and shame
Oh Calculus, what are your limits? You take not minutes, But hours of comprehension Which I wish I may apply optimization. Your infamous related rates Lead me to a doomed fate.
It's like I'm lost in an ocean blue as can be without a map in my hand or a single home to call mine I've been looking for answers looking for what's true but when I look for love
Gross words a tangled mess, leave me alone and let me rest; im tired of you and your unknown meaning, leave me alone I don't get what your seeing; being kind and I might let you be,
If I was stranded on an island and I didn't know what to do I would grab my card and play It is something I can do everyday Without those floppy cards I would be bored day and night
I can't live without chocolate. Chocolate is like the soul to my heart. It makes me happy, like the chimpanzees. The way it melts like butter as the flavor explodes into your mouth.
Some may say that, without things, you’re hard-pressed to succeed -- but I believe there’s not much stuff that someone truly needs. You don’t need diamonds, gems, or pearls to make your smile wide.
Yeah, I'm cryin' in bedwithout a line in my head, I'm deadbut you don't hear me cryin' or lying when i'm dying with dreadthis life burning instead while I reach ahead
All I need are the lives of my brethren, given up for the ideals of the free. Pressing forward with my dreams I've been buildin' Seeing all these faces looking up at me. Millin' in my mind, all the time,
I wouldn’t be here, no doubt Missing what I’m talking about If left uncapped it will dry out Name something I can’t write without. The scratches it makes are so fine Sadly, no answer is online
Whether Its Instruments, Acapella, or Acoustic, A Very Important Piece I Can't Live Without Is Music.
An impossible parable A pair of bowls with a missing spoon The broken sun in the afternoon Raindrops in a hot monsoon
We hope to see trees in bloom we hope to see them all we hope to see afternoon we hope to see night fall we hope to see beauty come we hope to see life knew we hope to see the moon run
As time goes by, You stand and ponder, "When will I die?" So you wonder. As you wander through the graveyard, You ask yourself, "Why is life so hard?" You say to oneself.
A guy who builds a nice chair doesn't owe money to everyone who has ever built a chair.
Life is perfect now it hasn't always been see all of the problems started around the time that I turned ten My dad died when I was six and then there came the coke Mommy became addicted
As easy as counting one, two, three I tend to learn with a breeze A fast learner who’s quite free From the struggle of trying to see
I listen to the wind under the trees
Summer time is now over,
Little acorn on the ground
To have our lips grow closer and then touch, so we may feel each other. (A prerequisite to tasting,
You are the reason. The reason I am me. The reason I will be, the only one you will ever see that is as happy as can be. s.f. 7.19.15
those hands the way they hold me when we kiss tge wa they tingle me into bliss the way they tell me to get frisk those hands they tell me everything your hands
Holding onto your last breath,
5 syllables, for every line.
Sudden 15 minute poem before I sleep because Why not.
Life is such a hectic ride Full of surprises and awesomeness Awesome was the moment my eyes first opened And I was greeted by sunshine’s bliss I made it again through the darkness of the night
Sometimes long and thin Seen on the outside ad hidden within Other times long and wide Almost transparent to the naked eye It casts a darkness that lingers But you can't touch it with your fingers
I write to you, dear audience
Go on, do it I dare you Eliminate the innocence Illuminate the sky There’s no need for your presence? I can assure you that’s a lie How could this have happened? I invested my trust in you
Wrote in pen, traced by the broken soul,I came across letters with little coalTo burn the embers of Apollo's chariot.I assume that his verses very few have met,Because the luster is blackened out by fame.
You better believe you gotta misread all the signs, they ain't faithful All the ladies, they ain't careful you gotta have time to get a dime this world, this life, all the strife Dams blowin up,
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
You are not invisible not in any way, shape, or form. I know you see things differently. you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking. You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
I am of flesh I breath sin I keep to myself what lies within But do express And I'll give you notice When storms draw near I feel their closeness Love one love all
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever I want to make an impact that would change the world There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
I hate this moment I dread condolence There is no hiding This time today My knees are weak My mind is bleak I cant conceive a way to believe That I am strong
A 17 year old child applying for college, built for success, wisdom, and knowledge. A plethora of information has been deposited into him, But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
Ode to books
Thinking, thinking, what am I thinking?I can feel my eyelids close as I continue blinking.
As I walked on a busy street, Side by side with random people Seeing variety of souls when eyes meet I see joy, love, hatred and trouble Across the street I see an old lady
For my mind, I can't disguise my thoughts and cries,
It takes little to impress me
I’ve come to realize, i’ve been living in my own lies. Fully submerged, head beneath the surface living my daily life without a purpose i was a hypocrite to my own speech “chin up buttercup” i’d always preach
Just as darkness escapes the light
Euridice, Euridice, my dearest love,Please fly back my little bird.Where is my little dove?I beg you, please return.Euridice, Euridice, o’ brightest star,Please return to evening sky.
Before I get as cold as stone,Before I finally die,Before I rest my weary bones,Please sing a lullaby.I've never heard one before;I don't know how they go,But 'fore I leave forevermore
It's hard to gather rosebuds with a dreadful fear of thorns;It's hard to share one's fondness with a fear of lover's scorn.So as one gathers rosebuds with a thick and rugged glove,
I met her by the seasideAlmost in a tranceAs sunshine shone upon herAnd skipping waves did dance.She called me with a whisperThrough the ocean air,But as I did approach her
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
On shining lights in velvet nightsI hung my hopes with silver stringAs whispered words I overheardRebounded in my rotting brain.
A longing within the deepest of skin Flows like a heedless stream For there we were, distant but sure That all was like a waking dream I gazed in eyes that analyzed Processing what I contained
Behind these Tattered rags beats the heart of lover but tragic fate has separated us because of another I was a brother in arms who had fallen under charms
This is the Poem about Lustin Jee He tried too hard to be just like me But it turned out he was a reflection of the past Maybe thats why I would always ask I tried many times to turn him good
A poem should rhyme Because that’s how it flows If there is no true rhyme Then one might suppose That really the poet Is writing in prose
If you could hear the things I hear,
I used to have visions of my success with a Sword in hand. A samurai of sorts. My Sword was strong so my Senses too. Through my Sword, my Self was strong. As I Sensed more
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence Oppression led the oppress to depression One gun can kill many sons Teenage girls are confused, all bruised
A saucer hovers over the field. A cry: “Uuuuup”, lingers in the air like the smell of a recent rain. Two men, their desire unconcealed, streak down-field, celestial comets paired,
We live to die, We die to live, Living for life yet waiting to die, Killing to live, Living for the kill. Claiming above is salvation, Below our damnation.
As my eyes close my mind is blown..
The feeling at hand brings on trouble and issues that I cannot stand It changes my plans and unfortunately, I cannot fuflll its demands I cannot grasp or understand, but I am only aware of how I'm in a jam
I always wanted to bethat girl;too brilliant to resisttoo pretty to dis,that girl that stops trafficwalking down the street.That's the pretty girl, I wanted to be
It isn't just 26 letters put together
I'm throwing punches and giving kicks, performing all kinds of crazy tricks, I'm dodging bullets, dodging blades,
I have a house I call my own, within a white cerebral sky. It’s lively and it flows, but someday it’ll die. Splattered with pink, red, and white,
Something took the rhyme from me I never felt it go But how to get it back again? Don't ask me; I don't know. Something took the rhyme from me like falling on my back
Promises mean nothing If you do not stay. Tomorrow is a maybe Will you go away? Nothing is forever. This I start to see. Without an always there is no never
Inside a mall I see a man, about as tall or taller than me. Near the pearly marble fountain he stands, just about happy as happy can be. I asked him, "Sir what brings you here,
The condition of being anonymous I keep to myself, and hide in the shadows The depression is continuous It's trying my soul, it's hard to swallow Confused emotions, it's all a blur
shoot me. i choose not to rhyme. oh please, is that a crime?
Here we found our home
I woke up with half of me missing. Perhaps it was tired of the other, Constantly clashing and roiling, Always at odds with one another. I woke up with half of me missing.
I watched shadows dance on the wall last night.They told me the stories of their every plight.And I cried, because it reminded me that I was alive;That when they stopped, I’d have no place to hide.
I am black and you are white.
“Stir yourself! Awake! Arise! Blissful slumbers, fall away! Cast old Nocturne from your eyes, ‘Tis the brink of glorious Day!” This is what my Mother speaks,
Oh boy little ol' destructive one, Like a cute little puppy chewing on a shoe. Hurting my feelings, I think I'm done, Would've finished sooner if I only knew. The unbearable pain you put me through,
I snatched my friend's glasses (a habit of mine To peer through others's lenses and see who's blind,) But instead of blurred figures and gray I expected I gained mind-blowing insight on my friend's clear perspective.
The Mind; it alters with time it makes matters better, or worse, in it's prime. It's peculiar to know that we all have a mind each different, unique each on of a kind. Some are poisoned,
The world is divided, yet whole,
Caleb, the creative Californian, Carefully contemplates over his life worthy of boast-age. His awesome artistic ability gives him an advantage. Creating sights for sore eyes
SNAP. my head flies back How did I get so far off track It must be apologized, must be fixed Her mind must be spinning with all my tricks A jerk? no I've been an ass An apology in bulk and mass
I've never gotten in troubleFor being on my phoneBecause most of the things they taughtI had already known.
Vanity sneaks past your pure untainted eyes. It hides behind sparkling lies.The beauty you admire so extravagantly is merely a shell to mask the sin. You do not see what the shell so easily suppresses within.
Death is her wish and life is her bliss. There are cuts on her wrist because she can't hide the pain. The only trace of words filled with hate are those wounds on her skin.
Your life is mapped out onto a map of fateDestined to never miss a dateAlthough as you move forward details shift
The Education I've got trouble in math, Flinging me down the wrong flight path. Science isn't easy, It's equations leave me queasy. Just give me a test, So I can get rid of the rest.
Dear Lauren, Your head is on moving mountains While your heart is broken into thousands And today you fell off the track But I'd like to guide you back
When you love rhyming And rhyme a lot Then whatever you write Will somehow rhyme with the words On the paper you got. When you love rhyming And rhyme a lot Then whatever you say
Remember that time? When we swore we were perfect Ironically in love with each other’s imperfections Barely leaving any space between us to take in the recollections.
I could paint you a portrait. But I'd Rather hand you this photograph. I was only seventeen. She was my temptation On my heart you'll spot her autograph Decorated with Love and a lot of laughs
A Pen and some paper, This is all that I need, To express the various emotions pent up inside of me. I let these words that I write flow so freely, From my heart to the ball of my pen,
Here here, come come, I say I say Thou sullen traveler, ye irksome stray. Where forego thy errands lie,Whither thou goest over stone and under sky,To reach what destination thereby?
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
What am I gonna do when you’re gone? Because you couldn’t let anybody in to hear the cries of your sad song. So tell me what am I gonna do when you’re gone?
if you could ask a question, anything on your mind, what exactly would you ask if you were given time? Say you met a tall man, who said he was a poet. "Do you have a question?" He would ask.
I was first introduced By a man named Dr. Seuss. His rhymes helped me in the best of ways, Especially if it was one of my worst days. A real inspiration, Gave me a good foundation.
There she is, a girl all alone Others let out, an annoyed moan She sits, her head down, in a book Other play angry birds on a nook She opens a notebook, takes out a pen
When I die, my body will become the grass When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass My spirit will be an overwhelming mass And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class
The beat and lyrics that I always hear Makes the poet inside me wanna appear Incomparable beauty like the Santa Monica pier Addictive like when my dead cousin swallowed the beer
When you're young you develop dreams, but it's easy to expect a lot and think it'll come easy. In reality those dreams become the little things, and all the hard work causes you to get queasy.
Waking up, rubbing the crust out of my eyes to realize, where i reside is a land on its demise I then reflect on I, surrounded by subsidized housing and homeless vets, and fiends who get cocaine wasted by the ounces
Three friends walk side by side No one knowing what the others hide The first wants a pet Giraffe But he feared the others would laugh It was his biggest dream And he swore they would only be mean
I remember, long ago When we sailed as chose ‘Til the last red petal fell From our glassy rose.
When I feel for the disadvantaged I write, When there is chaos everywhere and I know the solution I write, When my brethren are brutally killed I write, To share the pain, to discover a solution,
The katana was a work of art; Every sword was unique. Its point could pierce a heart And allow the mute to speak.
I love to dance. Smooth, languid, ignoring the lines and boundaries. I can dance my way into your heart with one flick of my finger, my tiny dancers. And make you despise me with one more.
Another day I return to my bed Another search again with no end I remember the moment I saw you You were different than anyone I ever knew
They have been sleeping for countless years. They live to teach they live to educate Through the attentive doors come the mad men. To throw their knowledge into the fiery den,
Amidst all the try-hards and give-ups, Stand the happy middle of the two Who hasn't crashed and burned yet And who still hasn't made it through Who's looking inside that tight circle?
Why in the world do poems need to rhyme? You would think with everything else in the world People would be more willing to less rhymes slide. With depression and poverty Why is it so important that cat goes with hat
You said you wouldn’t forget me, You said you’d always have time for me. But lately all I hear Is you making excuses. You don’t want to remember me, You don’t want to see me.
When you wake, my fingers won't brush your face again Caressing your masculine jaw line Caressing your full lips that I love to kiss Caressing your perfect shape head that I adore overwhelmingly
Waking up to a gray covered sky Can set one's mood down from way up high Making some happy, making some cry.
If I had a choice in the course of my life and if I wasn't affected by emotions like love and fear, I might actually be somewhere and left with some rationality, but I am merely a pawn moved
My love, My darling, Oh, where are you? I’ve searched and scoured the earth for you. I’ve left no rock unturned. My heart is failing, My hope is fading. Where could you be?
When I'm on my poetry flow You should already know I come five times harder Than the rhymers that show Nothing more Than a few love words My lyrical ability is more complicated than two love birds
Abriet macht frie the gate had said, those who entered new they were dead. Yellow stars on their shirts, made adults and children hurt. Everything that took place, the mass killing
Booming broadcast, Sensational single. I ooze news. Vibrations up through your shoes. From speakers I speak Joyous tunes of your choice. Simply spin a dial To get Keeler's droning voice. Forget podcasts or blogs, I have all you need to hear.
Love at first sight is breath taking Doing everything in your power to satisfy your heart's craving Once your love for her becomes real Everything that she says becomes a big deal
Come, darling, dance with me. We’ll soar to the top of the sea, Swim with all the birds that fly, Linger at the bottom of the sky. We’ll waltz the tango until we drop, Love each other until our hearts pop,
The months of waiting and tears Lead to this moment; Where I can finally hold you again, And hear your heartbeat, And breathe you in. It's been too long since i've seen you're smile And your eyes,
Your troubles were my troubles, your struggles I made my own. What I got in return was nothing more, but pain. Now what do I have to show, I am nothing but alone. My eyes watered like rain, you made me feel so insane.
Its been 24 hours since yesterday, I know u might think That I exaggerate but I just can't explain' This feeling is suffocating me, Cuz I know yours aren't the same' that you thought they were...
When I was a kid, I thought the world was like the one in the cartoons The hero dressed in his red, white, and blue would always fly in and save the day
I could not figure out what to write about It was quite the mess to figure out My mother had tons of doubt In my terrible rhyming skills She thought I was unable to rhyme Worth a dime
What is a body but from dust is flesh? 'Tis purposeful to carry every soul, O'er life we sail, traverse with burdens set, [This skeleton!] This ship! The cracks are felt from deck to hull.