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Forever loyal
As important as a growing coyol
Dirt poor or modest bank
Her stance never waned
All the buildings they built together caved
But she never waved
Goodbye to him
Even when hope was so slim
Some poor words were verbalized at the whim
But none of us work well when the skies are this grim
There's a sense of brim
I see
And it implodes me full of pertinent glee
It is hard to say
I now know
As the day
Goes by
She is the reason
My father stays sane
No need to hydroplane
I stay tame
I haven't written love off
With these women in the world
I love you, Mom
Thank you for teaching me what a real woman is like.
Thank you, Mom.
I hear what you're saying
But I'm too busy slaying
The seemingly trivial
For you to see me as a serial
Human being capable of consistency
The sheer insistency
Won't work on me
I follow the path I set
You seem to forget
Hence why you've had your experiences you've had
And why I've had mine.
Do you serve the lord?
Or do you serve him French fries with that number 6?
We clamor for the answers
On why Poetry always takes a back-step to everything else
We've lost all the components of the belt
It's still beautiful and heartfelt
But it fails to implement welts
Inside the barriers
That refuse to be our carriers
For any more to be in public print
You better have the green eqivalent
To enter this contest
That you might not even win
No wonder why we're so vulnerable to throwing our work into the trash bin
Why should I lose money I worked so hard for
To be circulated in the financial parkour?
I'm not trashing them
No disrespect
But after a hefty inspect
I think we can do better
I'm so used to rejection letters
I'm just not opulent or sophisticated enough
I don't have a yacht like Billy Collins to splurge about
I write purely what gives me an urge about
Don't care for the money and the clout
It won't make me pout
I can tell you what Poetry is about
No need for the textbook explanation
That's not your destination
It's about who you are
How you feel
How these thoughts reel
What happened in your tri-optics
And how we can solve it
The world has churned out a campaign to ignore and omit it
And they're almost successful
Almost is as useful as a horseshoe against hand grenades
Let me drink my Lemonade
Writing line after line
I know I'm not Elitist enough
The edges of these words are kind of rough
Or as the Poetry Foundation says vague
Then explain why these poems almost always become trending?
I guess I'll buy my seventy-nine cent pen and express myself
Sit down and be laughed at the ones with their prestigious titles
Looked at as another wannabe
Even though I have the spirit like Ken Wantanabe
I guess what will be, will be
I'm just another bee in the Harvest
Trying to be Independent
Another lost soul in the forest
I take pride in my work but I'm considered the poorest
By the highest of the contempoaries
With their personal Secretaries
Thank you for your submission
But it puts you into the Obiutary
That they'll forget about

I'll make my own way
Starting today
Or was it many years ago?
It's hard to truly decipher.
That Billy Collins quote about buying a seventy-nine cent pen and express yourself has always ****** me off. This is why we haven't gained any serious traction amongst the decades.
Shake what your Mother gave you,
Or stare down at your phone, that’s okay.
Want to dive into the shark tank
Getting tough and *****
Not even the salt water can wash off my relentless spirit
Rushing to the scene
Helping as many people as i can see
One, two, three
Now i got to climb the trees
To rescue the cats stuck there
What a dragging cliche, you say?
I'd rather be doing this all day
Than getting angry at my problems and myself
It's a very admirable trait to have for myself
I'm not doing it for anything but out of the sheer want
Just like for the love of the game
I love helping people, it's a hobby i must participate in.
Empty sheets
Is much better than a soul that will leave you in vacuous defeat
Keep them clean
Ideal people do not only exist in dreams
Sometimes you have to burn before you can become the seams
That sows it all back together
She only has a preference of men
Kudos for her
But i'll quit playing pretend
That i don't have a shot
And give it my all
No time to stall
I'll be there to break her fall
Romantic feelings or not
Civic duties, you know?
Can feel her radiance glow
Onto my vision
I look at her like nobody else
But when she's taken by somebody else
I let her be happy
But when that comes crashing down
(I never hope it would)
I'd be there to end the bleeding
Prevent her faith in men from receding
And show her how i make my swift moves
She's a beat i can't get out of my head
I'd hate to see her full of dread
If she never feels the same
Then there's no shame
But i'll give her a sample of my transparent game
You can take the end of my last name
(You read that right)
Anything for you, my dear
But if you'd like to stay friends
Than those feelings will gradually meet the end
But i'm optimistic in my endeavors
My heart won't accept being severed

I'll show her my side
I hope she'll like
Be the best friend
Be the best man
She's ever seen
I want to give her joyous chills down her spleen
From the enticing nature
Of my love

Her existence fits my needs like a glove
I'm easy to love
You doubt yourself but i like to bounce back
Tu es si grand je ne pensais jamais à quelqu'un d'autre pour être avec
Put those words on a recording and play them back
My loneliness is on the attack
But i quite like that

You don't like guys my type
But have you seen the way i type?
Baby, i can blow your mind
If there's even a slight interest there, i'll make the few inches go for a few vast miles.
At the end of the day, you're going to be wishing you would of found me sooner
Or reject me like a sorry sap i am
But in the end, the results are positive to me.

Bébé, ce cœur bat pour vous
Look up the french lines on google ;)
She'll worry until the end of days that she'll initiate dismay

Into your soul

Causing you to think twice

About being with her

But you must squash her qualms with herself

And be there for her when she's down, lift her up and carry her through the fire like she's always wanted.

Make her smile on the day she can't take it anymore, remember her favorite indie band, remembering the smallest stories she doesn't even remember

Picking up habits her father once had that she greatly admires, helping her with the tires

Opening the doors for her, making her a priority

Letting her get more of the physical pleasure

Trying new ways to make her see the stars in the ceiling

Always caring about what she's feeling

She'll get mad when those girls flirt with you, but prove her with your actions

That her insecurity is all in her head.
I'm a understanding guy
If you give me a chance, you'll know why
You have bigger fish to fry
Than to get stuck into somebody's web
I'm not here to control you
I'm not here to keep you captured in my cage
You're the other half of me
So I want you to be relaxed
You can do what you want
Im not going to stop your elation
You can play around with other women
As long as you tell me
I don't care
It won't bother me
It you tell me what you're doing
Trust is what keeps things alive
I'm trustworthy with others
So that shouldn't be exempt here
I'm ready to preserve
On being the best for you
Your top ace
Of the lineup
If you show me that you really love me and that you really care, and go the extra mile to prove it to me that you do
I will be grateful forever
You can be free and you
You're not my property
I'm just the man you chose to be with
That special one
You want to spend the rest of your life with
I'm perfectly happy with that
You created a happy man
She's got the looks
In desperate need of a Rook
To help fend off the Men who will use her
Because she's been used one too many times
And God i don't know many times
I can say this
But she's not an object you inept bag of bricks
She has feelings, a heart, a sharply intelligent mind
Girls like her are hard to find
She deserves more than the past, it's pretty apparent
Hopefully someone transparent
Will come along
And treat the crown jewel for the value it's worth
And not undermine it.
If i was any one of the men she was with
I'd be lucky as hell
Picking up the pieces where they fell
And be there for her like no one else
I'd grab her hand with mine
Look her in the eye
And tell her it will be alright
She's too expensive to lose
But i'm not comparing her to money
No dollar value can even come close
To how valuable she is
I really like some of the Presidents
But she's too rare to lose
She wants a release
In her life
So I'm going to throw suggestions
Her way or another way
I hope she likes my ideas
They're not the best in the world
But they work
Not all the time, but let's not worry about that okay?
I want to make today her best day
A day she never gotten before
Preventing her from being bored
But I want to give her the excitement she needs
With the fun things in life to make memories
And the physical bump and grind
She should release stress this way
And possibly down south.
Contrary to popular belief
I'm not crazy
Just positively documented crazy
I'm a poet, you know?
Maybe more, maybe less
That's something i'm willing to confess
And i like to shop for less
Maybe i can buy you a dress
It's not the dollars, it's the thoughts
A true test of a man's character
Is to see if he'll bother to stick around
When you impose no copulation before marriage
Many will shut the door
To never look back
Civility is something we often
Forget to possess
Some never choose to have it
On this block it's so happy and cheerful
But just drive down the other side
And you'll realize what life is truly about
For those unlucky and misfortuned
I hate seeing all of it
It's just not something i can handle looking at
Why does it always have to be this way?
I see flaws in the human system
It's getting better
But only gradually
Not fast enough
I call impossibility to near perfection bluff
I like to enter the door loud and rough
We're here to siege this base
Of darkness and despair.
Middle of the night
LED lights
Displaying Silver City
The streets under it are too gritty
Is this what is comprised in the Central City?
Can't vent to the Committee
That will solve nothing
That's my greatest frusturation
Homeless number is growing
The only place to sleep in is getting in the towing
There's not enough ways of knowing
Due to lack of exposure
The only way I'll feel any closure
Is when they decide to take action
Put these sentiments intro traction
I've been solving the fractions
Days and days on
I will play on
This song
Because it has been far too long
Kicking the Homeless in tents
Yet allow these women to be around Men that could put them in a ditch
Harassed and disrespected
You can gratify away, defect
You can't always detect
Danger
I've been carrying these thoughts like a Hangar
And now it's time to egress
I'm not doing it to impress
I'm putting morals to the test
I vastly detest
These Men groping and trying to look under their dress
And allow it
When there's desperate people needing a place to stay
And they disavow it
Bulldozing old homes where they stay to build new ones
Instead of renovating them
These rich folks coming in
Voting Democrat
Which is the party of the Mayor
Who doesn't give a Rat's
***
About any of them
The effrontery to call this city silver
Is appalling
When there's people who need helping
And there's been nothing but stalling

Your perception of hitting the gold is rich cars, mansions and throngs of women
What an edged omen
Mine is a cheap and efficient car, modest house and a wife I come home to every night
That's my Silver City
Don't need to blow hundreds to celebrate
When there is much more important things in life to value

Forget being scared of the poor
Try to open them doors
Get the number of poverty off the floor
And into something more
Serene
That's the kind of life that is
Supreme.
Simple man
Complex woman
One hell of a ride
One hell of a bond
Indescribable lyrics to every song
they shared.
All the Single Mothers out there
If he's spending all his time playing Fortnite instead of being interested in being a father
Run like hell
If he keeps getting in trouble with the law
Run like hell
If he constantly brings over people you don't know in your house around your children
Run like hell
If he has you do all the work as he sits on his *** and smoke ****
Run like hell
If he shows signs of abuse towards you
RUN LIKE HELL
Single mothers are off the table for me in this time frame
Because I can't provide financial stability and know I am not ready to be a father
So baby if you're a Single mother and want to date me
Don't take it personal
I just want to give your kids the world and more since they are the most important thing in life
I'm not at that level yet
Don't be upset or think I dislike kids
Just know I want to be at my best
And don't want them to suffer because I still have my own issues to sort out
There's more capable men
Who can be standup father's
And those are the men I tip my hat to
Baby girl you deserve everything and more
God has a special man in store
For you and your kids
It's just not me
And its DEFINITELY not those lowlifes.

It's time we start respecting you and being what we're supposed to be.
Happy Mother's Day to all the Single mothers out there!
Yours forever, so I can be single never
If you're a pulley, I'm your lever
When we're separate, we want to be together
We don't know how to value true companionship at times.
Part I

Dan was a great example and a Christian
He went to Church every Sunday and uplifted the community with a great personality
But he had a secret he never wished he had to hide
He liked guys
No matter how much he tried to like Women
He went back to his old habits
He tried everything in the book to turn
But nothing had ever worked
So his future was a growing concern
After months and months on end without an answer
He decided he'd amount enough courage to come out to everyone
But he soon found out that the people hes known for years that always welcomed him with a wide smile were not turning their backs with an intense stare
And the people who were there for him before didn't really care
His parents refused to talk to him until he became straight
He couldn't handle all of this emotional weight
So he decided he'd do the world a favor and  end it late
At night
When they found out he'd killed himself
The community erupted with freight
They weeped and cried
They prayed and prayed
But nothing could bring him back.
Their minds not had the image of him in it everywhere they'd go
And now they know
Not to reject anyone in the future
As they realized they were the ones who committed the Sin.

Part II

Christina was the sweetest Christian girl to ever grace the earth
She never said a bad thing to say about anyone
And always stayed true to her word
She loved reading forewords
And was a great student in all of her classes.
She was loved by the masses
But as she grew up into a teenager
She realized that Boys didn't ignite her hart like Girls did
And she wanted to know if something was wrong with her
Worrying that she'd be sent to Hell despite all her goodness
For thinking about holding hands with another woman
She was constantly distraught
She couldn't keep her lovers away from her parents
Because she'd be caught
Red-handed.
She was trying to avoid being reprimanded
For being who she was
As the weeks dragged on
She couldn't take it anymore
Her all bad behavior in school greatly concerned hr parents
And they had no clue on what to do with her
She then admitted to her parents one night
After an intense argument
That she liked Girls instead of Boys
And she didn't feel ashamed of it
With her held up high and the confidence of a large statue
Her parents grew silent and stood there blankly for a moment
And up-roared in anger, insisting that she leaves the House
Screaming at her that she is going against God's will
And that she will be sent to Hell until she comes back
Admitting she was wrong and liked Boys
But that never moment never came.
Christina pursued her own life after many years of hard struggle and drugs, she finally found someone who was looking out for her the whole time.
After all the lost jobs, unpaid bills, and hospitalizations from binge drinking and drugs
She decided to end her frantic ways
When she realized her only friend's dismay
As she cried when she woke up from the Hospital bed the last time
Being hugged by the fact she was alive from it all
At that point, her heart grew tall
Registering the concept for the very first time
After that moment, Christina knew.
She asked her best friend to date her
And not too long afterwards, they were married.
Just like what Christina dreamed of in her teenage years, it was with a Girl.
This is not meant to offend Christians in any way. This poem was written to point out a common problem and to showcase the poor choices people can make. I'm not attacking Christians in any manner, just to clarify. I respect all Religions equally when they do things right. All good things have their flaws. I wrote this to help fix a common problem among Christians, so they can become better people for God and progress as people. Like i said, no hatred, just love! If you're Christian and you understand, you have my deepest thanks. I'm just a Deist with Christain beliefs incorporated who wants happiness for all. :)
We all wish we could skip our chores like we skip cut-scenes in a video game
Or songs on our internet radio
Trust me, the Bulls wish they could skip the rodeo.
I wish i could skip the pauses in the stereo.
If you want to be a man
Never slap a woman
It's a tremendous crime some women sleep in their beds alone at night
Taking pills to feel better about themselves
****, what happened?
You are magnificent, just a little lost
Show me your hurt and i will break the frost
Even when your pride is used and tossed
To the ground
I'll take you out of the lost and found
You're a fox that should of never been taken to a pound
At the end of the week, you're going to be the girl you always wanted to be
Maybe not a week, but as long as it takes
I'm game for the challenge
I Swear to you.
It won't be long that these women will be sleeping in their beds alone at night
When a male friend helps them like he should
Improving their confidence and humanity
They are out of shape but not for long
Not for long
Probably my favorite non-romantic and ****** poem. I love how this theme came together.
Sleep seems to be the only break in this globalized world.
Even among the lesser advanced cultures
It's the only break from everything we have to affiliate with.
Death is just permanent sleep
Be thankful you wake up every day
Morning, Afternoon, whichever.
A poem on sleep that i finally got to writing.
I don't know what we're supposed to write
Why does everything I do feel trite?
Spending my nights binging Nick At Nite
Formulating ideas to get them right
Another sleepless night
Becoming a sleeping day
Lost on what to say
It feels like the whole world will pay
One way or another
Do you feel the same?
Form a petition
To stop calling sleeveless shirts wifebeaters.
You can save a lot of aggravation and turmoil if you just switch your dating insurance company to me.
Well, maybe slightly less.
Can't tell for sure!
I want to slow dance with you until this unfathomable resistance to peace has gone home.
Head starting to hang down
Eyes closing
Drifting away
To slumber
It's calling
But once more
I push
To make sure
I'm creating something new
And not being wasteful with my days
I want to be as creative as possible
Because if i don't create, what's my true purpose as a writer?
I'm here to shake the hourglass, not watch it fill up
I'm here to make the comet deflect in new ways, not let it zoom past me
I got mad respect for people who persist in low strides
So i want to at least have a fraction of their story
Despite it contrasting significantly
I want to subliminally
Blow the world's minds
By writing each line
Feeling so immensely divine
Compact thoughts are now released
Watch averageness decease
Would it be so ideal
To have you back into my life again
Unfortunately I messed up on my part
Therefore I must deal with the consequences
No need for the smallest violin
That was done long ago
In the eye of the storm
The moments of bonding
Are so precious
I just wish i could experience more
But people are too stubborn to accept their flaws and embrace change
That the cheery house and it's cheery lawn become deluded and deranged
Everything isn't alright at the dinner table
Reminding me of a bad television fable
Nothing is stable
Because the rift doesn't want to become one again
It just wants to abate itself further
Sending us into more head-spins than we'd ever want
Now our souls look minimized and gaunt
These special moments are what i flaunt
Because they're so rare
I really do care
I try to do my best
I just detest
This feeble minded confliction
That constantly attaches itself onto us.
Snow White isn't easy
Maybe she just needs seven extra sources
of income
Maybe she gets depressed
easily
Maybe she is very good friends
with every single one
Why does everyone have to assume she's sleeping with all of them?
Snow White is better than that.
There's nothing wrong with trying to be like water
And try to make her soaked
My feelings aren't cloaked
Hate is the only thing i provoke
Truth is what i spoke
I just want to be water
That makes you wet
That sounds strange, i bet
Unfortunately for Tibet
It's still not a country
Many single people feel like Tibet.
As the pain just adds up,
I'll be your sponge and soak it in
Feeling it all within
Beneath me and below me
Tired of the Sin
That implements fear into our hearts
Never again will i witness such discouraging misery without having a hand into preventing it.
We're all guilty of pandiculation.
I'm no different, but at least i can attempt to stop some of the ravaging pulses that define our physical state.
We invented habit, but now we're trying to have a ribbon cut to end the ones we dislike the most.
If she lost everything
She could move in with me
Sleep in my twin bed
While I sleep on the floor
Wear my shirts and my pants
All she needs and more
Leave it to me to take care of the house chores
Just relax
Make yourself at home
It's already hot in here but now it's scorching
Sleeping with a new girl every night is overrated and boring
Why do that
When you can make the same one sing her angelic moans
And her elegant rise of her posture
As she feels it all at once
The fact I can hold a record on how many times she has been satisfied
In a row
Is thrilling enough
I'm a little rough
But those soft hands exploring my skin
Will ignite the true man within
The one I try so hard to be
I can be aggressive and strong
But only when everything I care for is in danger
Otherwise, I should be no stranger
To her
All I intend to do is make her cry tears of joy and content
Never leaving her heart on the floor
Just her clothes
My forever lasting rose
No prose
Could ever replace you
Sharing myself with anyone
But you is a terrible thought
That leaves me distraught
You are the web I want to be caught
Absorb my insecurities and depression
And **** it right there
I should forever hold your stare
Completely entranced clothed or bare
Its not up to me to decide
Without your agreement
It's just my selfish desire
I keep to myself
But hoping one day I've always earned it
Your love is not a game
But a testament if I'm doing the right thing in life
I could approach this day with complete sorrow
But I am cognizant that I'm not given tomorrow
So the soft pillow of Mother Teresa
I will borrow
To bask in until my time is finished
My happiness shall never be diminished
At least, not for long
We can't be elated forever
But we can salvage what's been severed
Appreciate the remaining light you have left
Everyone feels that conclave of emotional theft
At its core, life is a beautiful treble clef
Those who seek to destroy and bully are emotionally deaf
Enough with their dreck
They're only a fleck
Of the universe's' massive deck of cards.
She was a soft spoken lass
Who was dedicated in the arts and had a heart made out of pure brass
Sitting in a hard chair in class
She scribbled her name and waited for the time to pass
So she could make her move fast
At the right moment after class
The other girl got up to turn in her work when the bell rang
And she put the note on her desk
And zoomed out
Nervous as can be
The note said
"I'm a girl. Is it normal that I like girls.?"
She questioned its author and put it in her pocket, curious.
Little did she know it was someone she was next to everyday
But never acknolwedged her existence
She couldn't blame this girl's persistence
She scouted the school to search for this girl
Eventually she found out
And she thought it would be better to try to make this work
As love can't hurt
It can be a soft touch on the arm
A strong, commanding smell of perfume
Eyes to surely bloom
Something so beautiful
Hoping the feeling is mutual
I take it slow
The chemistry has to be there
There's so many factors to share
It's going to be awhile before I'll agree to seeing you bare
Not because I don't find you attractive
But because I don't want to disappoint you
Hurt you or disrespect you
If I'm going to share myself with you
It's because I think you're who I love
And not just a body up above
Me giving something I don't deserve
Because I lied
I'm not that type of guy
But that tempting touch
And the questions on what I like
Are flattering
But be cognizant to take it slow and let it flow
There's not much that's worse than forced relationships
A man has to be fully sure
Before he gives her the allure
That plays in her head when she seems me lure
Myself into her vision
I deserve so many apologies
But I'll just stay silent
Cause nobody wants that Nat
To have a large mouth
And watch it gradually grow bigger
And watch the spirits of others dwindle
Down into the epitome of nothing
I will not trigger a nuclear bombing on people's lives like that.

I used to lash out like that and now i stay content.
Content with my own faults
Trying to throw them into the vault
You can't take back everything
But i take all the pointed fingers
And no longer letting the hate towards myself linger
I'm just as big of a culprit as the others
I'm just more cognizant of my faults, i suppose
It's no surprise that I'm here
Hopefully another reinvention is near.
The thought of you
Sticks inside my head
Like invisible glue
If it was a quiet place, I'd be all over you
Too bad life is so short
I'd give you so many lives
To become immortal through time
But I'm only human
I wish I could do more than any man has ever dreamt of before
Life is all about choices
Out of the very many there are
I just hope that i'm Somebody's best one they ever made.
Some Guardian Angels are drinking
Some are doing *******
Some are dancing in the rain
They call some people bipolar but that sounds excessively bipolar
But that's what the Angels are doing
The balanced mixture of great elation and immense displeasure
I wonder why it's this way?
I have to ask God
But he's busy with his press conferences
The poor man is tired, give him some slack
Or her, hell who knows
I'm equally good with both.
There will be always be someone smarter, wiser, richer, healthier and better than I am
No matter what I do
Because that's an unforgiving rule of life
But when I say that
I mean you
You're the much better person and I'm absolutely infatuated with you
You take my breath away
Life is a speeding missile
We're all used to the dismissal
You got nothing to lose
So let the the fear come loose
So it can go elsewhere
If you want something with me, tell me
Secrets should be kept secret
Unless it's this
Don't wait until it's too late
When I have a wife and potential kids
Eating on fine China plates
Make your move
I'm perpetually unaware
Or don't want to assume
So don't mark this down as doom
By not initiating anything
Because I'll give everything
When that connection occurs
I can be opened to all of the allures.
Sometimes, Home
Is where the heart is.

Sometimes, Home
Is just the home itself.

Sometimes, Home
Is stuck in our minds.

Sometimes, Home
is a memory.

Sometimes, Home
is a person.

Sometimes, Home
can you get homesick.

Sometimes, Home
is a significant other.

Sometimes, Home
is a person who doesn't know you exist.

Sometimes, Home
is where they are.

Sometimes, Home
is their heartbeat.
So much beef
And we haven't even reached the middle of the ocean with it's reefs
The world already is engulfed into too much grief
Let's be Chiefs and stop our tribing wars
You're just causing more sores
Just disorder galore
What are we stunting for?
We're the same, **** it
It's like we take one simple comment and Instagram it
It's coined savagery for a very valid reason
There's so much disdain among other poets on other websites. It just needs to stop. This is one of my funnier poems imo, and it's 69 words along with it lol.
Son
Son
Son, if you ever get a girl pregnant in high school
You better stay with her
You better financially support the life you concepted
Because you made the decision
To do the act
Its your choice to counteract your mistake
By being the man that doesn't flake
Trust me, that poor girl will be going through a world of hell to take care of that child
Son, if you ever get a girl pregnant
I want you to learn and have your head held up high and be ad loyal as you can be
I didn't raise a quitter
I raised a man that will be the difference to a young woman, even during the most hectic times.
I will be upset, but I will take the child as my own
Make sure you fight for her when people judge her falsely
Because were all human and we make mistakes
But this new life could be the imperative change for this planet
I want your goals to come alive as you plan it
Hold onto her
Hold onto your dreams
Hold onto hers.
I don't really know if I'll ever have kids but if I ever had a son and he made a girl pregnant, this is what I'd say. (I hope he wouldn't make such a tremendous mistake due to all the sheet responsibility) But not every high school pregnancy is bad.
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