Best Alisha Poems
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
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Me my kids and my wife
All a very special part of my life
Roger who is 12 years old
I hope he achieve his every goal
Alisha who is 15 years old precious and sweet
Larry as Fry talks and raps to every girl that he meet
Shannon is having our granddaughter is very smart in school
Connie who is 19 years old will soon be graduating
Then our entire family will be celebrating
Kisha who's 23 the oldest
Thinks she's the boldest
Myra my lovely wife is 42
Myself James to my family I love all of you
Together we enjoy fishing,bowling going out to eat
All of us keep our hair done or cut and dress very neat
Mirror mirror made of glass,
Reflex the details of the past.
Shatter not, less shards be lost,
And with them every single thought.
Blame not yourself, sweet little bird.
The accusations are absurd.
Fire and ice this day will rain,
And cleanse away the weak and sane.
Left are the strong, left is the pain,
Seal it away, forgotten again.
And so over and over the story plays,
Lost and found in so many ways.
Once upon a time, a mere flesh wound,
Was only the crack in the mirror’s swoon?
Attracted to the light that reflected there,
Caused the rift of time to tear.
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I can't compare your love to a sweet red rose,
For roses whither and they die.
I can't compare your love to the deep blue sea,
For it rises and falls with the tide.
I can't compare your love to a white fluffy cloud,
For clouds have a silver lining and then they turn black as night.
I can't compare your love to a high flying kite,
For in a tree can get caught that kite.
I can't compare your love to the brightly shining sun,
For the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
I can't compare your love to a knight in shining armor,
For his life has no meaning once he’s finished his quest.
I can't compare your love to an angel,
For angels sometimes fall from heaven to hell.
I can't compare your love to the rain of life,
For there would be no life if the rain never fell.
I can't compare your love to the pure white snow,
For when the warm spring comes it all melts away.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly,
For the lifespan of a butterfly is only for a single day.
I can't compare your love to a beautiful butterfly to see through the dark,
For once the wax is melted the light goes out.
I can't compare your love to the innocence of a new born baby,
For if it doesn’t gets its way it tends to pout.
I can't compare your love to a fish swimming free in the sea,
For if the fish are not careful they can end up on a hook.
I can't compare your love to the greatest literary work,
For when you get to the last page that’s the end of the book.
I can't compare your love to a secret tightly locked behind a door.
For the secret can be found to one, if one only had a key.
I can't compare your love to anything of value on the earth,
For our love extends beyond the heavens for all eternity.
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Alisha
Writer, worrier, sleeper, cook
Daughter of D’Anna, Scott, Paul, Mitzie, Steve
Lover of anime, poetry, free will
Who feels isolated, alone, surpassed
Who fears failure, loss, wastefulness
Who would like to see unity, tolerance, Japan
Residence of my own little world
Groves
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Butterfly in the sky,
why don't you fly very high?
I see you with a sorrowed eye,
listen to me, that's no lie.
Butterfly why your tears,
have you any troubling fears?
I can give you joys and cheers,
if you'll live with me your years.
Butterfly can you see?
You would be happy to live with me.
If you live with me you'll be,
the happiest butterfly in my tree.
Butterfly wipe away your tears,
come to me if my tear you hear,
because butterfly in the sky,
like you, I too am a butterfly.
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Be not a constant reminder of such a withered existence,
State of mind being part of the fear, fear of a losing race.
Flying past the places that were lost before they were found,
Finding warmth from the blood, flowing without a sound.
Speak that I cannot hear, don’t escape me no matter what u want,
Yearning for eternity the only thing I have not got.
Deliver me a way to bring Balance back this way it comes,
Towards the place where the pinnacle was sliced,
Cut the cord to the one thing left beating in this body,
A corpse, delivered unto me, disgraced from all who looks upon thee.
Pooling from corner to corner, seeping through the cracks,
Creases made to conceal and make the weary forget time,
Pendulum that stops for no one, hold, feel, touch, caress,
Trace a pattern in the sand, so a way may be found,
Hide not from your hero, gasping for breath your only speech,
Tell me not, the task I ask, cannot be done,
Finish what you promised and save me, save the balance.
Bring the balance back to me, save us from our sanity.
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Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement primarily involved visual arts, literature—poetry,
art manifestoes, art theory—theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war
politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.
This is my attempt at Dada.
Zring Zang
pinggity prong pang
jumping across from train to train
Bring Brang
sissity sis sang
circling round, round the storm drain
dring drang
ribbity rib rang
Trains and drains, over my life reign
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Flowing behind the wall
Slink across the floor
Stumble down the stairs
Tripping out the door
Silhouettes surround
Leaning in securely
Gravitating around
Arms tightly encircling
Eyes sparkling brightly
Flaming with desire
Lips pursed tightly
Hearts beat as one
Blood drips silently
Crimson pools accumulate
Body slumped lifelessly
Just a moment too late
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I am a grizzly bear in the depths of the earth, taking one last look at my forested
wonderland before I fall into a deep, dark slumber, safe and sound in the rocky cave that
encloses me into my bed of leaves. From the inside of my cave, the outside world looks like
a painters palette with its brilliant array of colors and shapes. As I look before me, I see a
changing world. As the leaves start to turn from green to red and orange, they dance a
ballet of the season then fall to Mother Earth as their resting place, where they too will sleep
until next spring. The castle wall of oak trees block my view of the trickling spring just
ahead. Before the spring appears, mossy green rocks are trying not to drown in the breath
taking view. I take one last look at this enchanting scenery and I pray that I will remember
my beautiful vision in my dreams.
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Birds swim in soapy lily water
Against the currents of time
Fish fly on citrus scented air
Watching centuries pass them by
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Ticker tape life into a single frame
Moon and stars silhouettes look down upon the sane
All the pristine porcelain faces lifted up to care
Intertwined fingers optimistically seeking out repair
Tolerance is not the toiling only of the brave
To find unified understanding is what the species craves
Eating of chrysanthemums call to darkness, be eclipsed
Bathe pure enlightenment producing innocence
Causing hearts to swell with love, beating live balloons
The “Perfect world” residing within Fabergé cocoons
Ticker tape life into a single frame
Darkness and misery secreted from disdain
All distorted tarnished faces sodden with despair
Lungs expanded beyond capacity, choking on the air
Hollow heads full of sorrow roll in like crimson waves
Crashing upon hopeless steely shores with desecrated pain
Soaring far from absent shadows into the great abyss
Bitter taste of hateful words linger on pursed lips
Lacerated tongue, swollen, bleeding from its wounds
Inhuman world residing within lanolin cocoons
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yeiyah
shes the wild child carefree
inhibited, unpredictable
invincible rebel in me
free as a summers breeze
liberated and quick to pop bottles
throw back shots like everyday is a celebration
quick to pop off n throw hands when violated
go hard or go home
ride or die chick
pop off on some "bonnie n clyde", "mickey n mallory" natural born killer ish
cute n small sexy petite mami n all
ready to take on the world and more
heart scorn, vulnerabilities gone and hard core
results of life unforgiving wars
mentality strong
shes unable to be controlled of destroyed
wreck less on the edge of earths surface
yaya
shes fun,cracks jokes, she is the life of the party
she embodies life and cares for those she holds close to her heart
down to ride and fight for anything worth it
gives good advice to others but fails to follow her own guidelines
feisty and sarcastic
more than a friend and puts her own needs and wants aside for those deserving
love her or hate her
guys wanna beat it and girls wanna be her
yessenia
shes the dancer
shes the chick that once her stiletto touches the stage
you cant take ya eyes away
you become hypnotize by the way she moves
shes smooth n sexy effortlessly
gorgeous, shes a the baddest chick in the place
you know that she knows this
just by being in her presence
but shes not conceited
shes different and so unique and articulate
unlike the average chick
alisha
shes quiet at times and social at other times
multi-talented wise beyond her age
always over analyzing and too giving
wearing her heart on her sleeve she tends to conceal emotions and deep feelings
behind her smile her heart screams
Down the road, near the town,
No one knew where she'd be found.
Stolen from her bed at night,
Waking to find her gone was a fright.
The window curtains blew gracefully in the wind,
Their ironic dance of doom was a sin.
The ladder was left among the broken glass,
The kidnapper knew they would never be found if ever asked.
Down below a search party grew,
But where to look nobody knew.
Near the park where she loved to play.
Under the bridge that lie close to the bay.
Up in the tree house hidden in the willows.
In the basement blanket fort snuggled in the pillows.
On the swings down by the old school.
In the neighbors backyard swimming in the pool.
But nowhere that they looked did she appear,
Losing her forever was their biggest fear.
They could still see her in their memories,
But all of that was gone on the first gentle breeze.
Weeping siblings and a mourning mom,
Could to be that she was really gone?
They lowered her down into the silent earth,
She'd lived in this sleepy town since her birth.
Nothing like this had ever happened here,
So why her? Why now? It wasn't fair.
The flowers where placed upon her grave,
All through the service her little sister had been so brave.
They all went home but things just weren't the same,
What had happened had brought the whole town to shame.
She died at the too young age of seven,
Earned her wings and flew to heaven.
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I paused on the landing of the wooden Victorian staircase, pondering whether to pick my
way back up the portal between the worlds of the living and the dead. In my previous
ascension, I found myself frequently looking over my shoulder sensing a demon bent on
crossover from its imprisonment using my body as a vessel. I swallowed my fear, found my
resolve, and cautiously stepped onto the first of the rickety steps. My heart beat once, in
what seemed like forever, every drop of blood being squeezed through at once. I strained
my ears to listen for the echoed step of my invisible intruder. I was greeted only with a
silence so thick if felt as if it were a substance pushing me back to the safety of the realm in
which I was meant to reside. I would not relinquish my resolve however, so I continued on
with my suicidal mission to the pinnacle of the never ending staircase. Again I stepped
forward and again my heart welcomed to entire contents of my body into its chambers in a
singe pump. I waned, waiting for the echo of the creaking wood, made so over a lifetime of
abuse from the decaying buildings wraith like residence. My ears detected eternal
nothingness.
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