Best Alot Poems
Queen Guinevere was quite a sight
When Arthur returned from a fight
He looked up and down
Then said with a frown,
"You look like you've had a rough knight!"
Arthur opened the bedroom door
Where clothes lay all over the floor
"This looks rather bad,"
Said Sir Gal He Had,
"I've mistaken your wife for an whore."
There's more to the story than that
The Kingdom of Arthur fell flat
But Queen Guinevere
Did not shed one tear
For she loved to give tit for tat!
Even though we fight alotlove you.
We fight, I think, because of situational issues.
I sometimes get so mad I can't stand you, but underneath the anger I cry.
I get an additude and I act like a brat, but my love is entangled in my pride.
Please love me even in my fury, which seems to grow every day.
I plead before my only judge and jury: I want to be your one and only.
I couldn't get you out of my head, even if I tried.
So next time I want you to know, even though we fight , I love you.
As if staring at a
vast open sea
My soul surrounders
to the silence in
your eyes
like the waves
colliding at the
waterfront
your eyes cause
suffering when our
glances meet
I had loved you
alot, you can not
know
Its indescribable
even if I try to
tell
Countless nights my
tears kept me
company
How many times I
wishpered your name
in my sleep, you
wont know
even if my tongue
had been muted
(dumb)
Even though i dont
see those eyes of
yours anymore
Even though your
laughter doesnt
escape my mind
Even if you curse me
each time you hear
my name
dont forget! I had
loved you very much,
my love
I love you alot but you don't know i'm even there
My heart can't take this my soul is not there for now
I am sad and alone thanks to my love and my heart to
Become one as i try to run and hide from my feelings but
There is no denying on how i feel about you deep down inside
I love you alot and don't know how to let it show inside i am
Afraid you will turn around and tell me to go away and you
Won't love me like i do you but truth if you are my true love.
I Love You Alot
But you Dont
Know I'm Their
My Heart Cant
Take This My
Soul Is Not
Thier For Now
I Am Sad And Alone
Thanks To My Love
And My Heart To
Become One.
It hurts me a lot, when you don’t understand me,
It hurts me when you listen to what I say but don’t understand me.
When you look into my eyes and can’t read them,
When you hold my hand but you didn’t mean it.
When you say everything is fine, when I know its not,
It hurts me a lot when I see you pretend.
Its painful then anything else in this world,
Its like watching you with someone else.
Its like you telling me its over,
Yes it hurts me a lot,
To be with you but not to be with you!!!
Yes it hurts me Alot!!!
A lot of things are
To powerful
To wrong
To long
When you're not strong enough
Yet for a ride and a price
It's a lane down your life
An anyway
A big today
An awful lot
That got away
A take on a toll
A shelf said
A half read
An awful
And a not
And then
There's a got
A get strong enough
Not half tuff
A say
And a shot
A ain't forgot
A length and a page
A see score
At a half rhyme
A take the time
And a want more
A fine line
An
A have time
At Alot
When you're not strong enough
2017
You mean alot to me,
you mean the world to me.
If anything happen to you,
I dont know what i would do.
I can't live without you,
you make me smile.
Even in days i dont want to.
Just being around you,
I can't help but smile.
After shutting off the bedroom
lights by closing my eyes; I see
sparks of fireworks in my mind
thinking synaptically.
It's not in anyway a day
to celebrate nor holiday,
so making me more to
think feeding with fuel
thoughts forgotten, now done
brought up from depths not
sought; for caution when
stepping on the edge
of what's surely the deepest depths
of my mind's sea. Seeing old ideas
again, now as blind creatures that
shine by bioluminosity; for we
all shine on
and on and
on and on...
The more i write the more i think i learn but its in turn the least that i know. The stories are presented before the face of the author. The permanent bleeding's bled into the paper, a life time since the discovery wonders of the writings of my former self the tale that could have been spun. To sit back and piece the contentions is to only drift further away from the sanity of the destruction. To flirt with the tiny notion of a better life with the same demons of yesterdays is madness. For one to wonder the purpose of them is sicking to the soul, still we question the existence of every day from day light to dusk. The holidays something to experience but the curse returns of the song of the reality if it means alot to you rings threw my song of life once again only to make me question why is it some kinda game for me to toy with the empty void once again
Hallmark cards on a row
A multitude of emotion
I want to sink into a poem
Wrap the words around me like an over sized blue baby blanket or a snugglie
A blanket
Slip in deep to the hot bubbly cleansing and sweet smelling phrases
A bath
I want to dash through a verse
Breathing heavy as I slice into the winner's tape
A race
Waving off the balcony the world rushes away beneath me as I go on my adventures
A rail
I want to sip on a rhyme
Tasting the lemon and lime on my lips as the wine takes me on a trip past time
A drink
Hearing me think, but not caring because of ink is still wet and pink
A dare
I want to care with poetry
Opening my arms to the human species
A hug
Closing my heart to the fear
A healing
What do you want?
Have you noticed the taxes that are charged on your phones, home, cell and
computer internet etc. Our homes are taxed each year, our cars, and our purchases.
Groceries are taxed; we don't even have the right to eat without the government
being at the table! We are taxed if we marry, taxed if we divorce and Your
underwear even has been taxed by the government....That means Wener has
already had his way with every women in the USA....PLEASE!!!
Elections are a moot point when there is an electoral college in place
The college can be bought and sold for a high price
When the group decides another member is no longer useful,
Disposal comes to mind and an accidental death, you know what I mean.
Time and time again the college does not support the popular vote.
How can we the people go about changing this law of our land?
It should be fair; the people should have their voice as our governmental laws
should be obeyed by all. No raises for government workers if the unemployment
rate is over four percent. Especially senate and representatives should not be in
government to make themselves better financially while our nation eats
commodities.
Family values are threatened when a separated or unwed couple can get help in
time of need from the government but a married couple cannot!! Their income will be
a little too high....
God Bless the USA.... Though I know he did not make this mess!!
To look into the black and white is to gaze into another shade of the mystery bestowed by life and its
many bends and curves and dead ends to new beginnings The song begins as i listen to the blue on black a riddle in song a strumming of questioning
The season greetings the winter a quite beautiful type of natures glory in the magic of the season a time when fellow men and women a like put aside differences for a grander part of living a respect in giving and receiving for the love of family A loss in the general since is a tough thing to deal with a reminder haunts some a date carved in stone never to be forgotten In the grander circle of life if it means a lot to you echos threw two young hearts with something new brewing within the inside of the spirit of desire to look at a picture is to ponder her thoughts on the situation that has risen on the horizon of tomorrows a head still the haze of her essence is all over amazing presence in this photography a look that cant be denied as something truly beautiful no homeless nature about her cause it seems tonight with her laying by my side she felt rested and comfort began to flow with in for karma can be grand for trying to live a life of dignity for it truly does take courage to be kind in a world full of cruelly
I know this funny bunny with not alot of money,
his name is Lucky Loo and has a white tummy-
he said an Irish ferret gave him a green carrot,
and now has good fortune and won’t even share it.
Lucky Loo has confessed this carrot is so blessed,
little did he know this would be his greatest test-
Hoping for prosperity he played the local lottery,
he won….but walked away with only Irish pottery!
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February 2, 2018