Best Chear Poems
! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon,
which is full of mother milk.
what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing
in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing,
every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from
a narrow way that has no end.
'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies.
come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou
sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.
Im just a person that is full of lots dreams,and likes to make the world a better
place.I alway think of others be for myself. I have one sister and one brother, and
parents that care. But i believe in me, that i have a talent that i can't find, that's why
im having a hard time fiding a carrer, but i will keep trying.
me and my family has been reting sice i was 7 years old. But when i was born i
had a long peace of hair grown from my spine and my dad caught it from birth.so
when i was 7 i have to have four back surgys and i was in a weel chear for one
mounth.So i had to get a steel rod up my back. So i miss out in sports and all the
other things that people can do that i can't.I thank my dad every day for what he did
what will i do with out my parents i will be lost.
But me i feel sore everyday but i am so happy that im not in a weel chear.Im in
tears every day that i might have to go for another surgy,if i do im not, because
that was the most pain i when"t thro.
But life goes on and i keep living my life as the days go on and on. Lots of people
feel sorry for me and i say do't im still walking and i say it's a gift from GOD..
! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon,
which is full of mother milk.
what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing
in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing,
every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from
a narrow way that has no end.
'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies.
come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou
sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.
! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon,
which is full of mother milk.
what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing
in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing,
every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from
a narrow way that has no end.
'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies.
come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou
sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.
I may look like a chear-leader - but I really am a cheetah
and after they pass those tests out - I’m going to beat ya.
I heard a student say, in the cafeteria near where I sat
“They really don’t expect us to read all of that.”
and I chuckled to see the many headshakes of agreement.
Don’t these people know that this is really an arena?
I was accepted to Yale before I finished ninth grade and now
I’m surrounded by these “A” types who think they have it made
- until I eviscerate them with curve-crushing grades.
Learning is a passion, an exhilaration and release.
The last place on earth, that you ever want to be
is sitting in a classroom, competing against me.
“How’d the test go?” He asks.
“Oh,” I shrug and say, “I think I did ok.”
Let me translate that for you, “I made a feekin’ A.”
*We just got our grades, and yeah, I made the Dean's list.
Santa showed up at our house one night,
And gave me such a fright,
As i wasn't ready,
The tree wasn't even standing steady,
No stockings hanging on the wall,
I hope this jerk has a great fall,
Maybe he will land in that big holley,
I bet then he won't be so jolly,
Does'nt he know how much he costs me,
When he lets the kids sit on his knee,
They always ask for a bike,
Man i need to go on strike,
Hey Santa why don't you go do some coke,
I don't want you here I'm BROKE,
By the way just save all your chear,
Cause i will be hiding from you next year !!!!
This guy i know is a jerk,
He thinks its cute to look and flirt,
Wish he would realize he just looks lame,
I'm glad all men aren't the same,
He's always acting like an ass,
I mean what man don't knwo how to catch a bass,
He's nothing but a big priss,
That's why he can't get a woman to give him a kiss,
So i'll tell him something true,
Maybe he willl get a clue,
Women want a real man,
One who don't stick his pinky out while holding a beer can,
We want a man who ain't got more cloths then walmart,
Who don't hide like a little girl when hes gotta fart,
One who tells us being near us is a treat,
Not just being out looking for the next girl to help him cheat,
One who will talk instead of just text,
So get a clue before we move to the next,
You will realize when we are not here,
We went to find someone who can bring us some chear,
If we wanted a guy who acted gay,
We would stay,
But we want a manly man,
Who aint afraid to go shirtless and is tan,
So enjoy your choices in life,
Cause we are gonna make someone else a good wife...
I am happy again
i live and breath
can smile and hope
i can chear and dream
of peace and mirrors
whith i can see myself and the other
apprichiate
i am happy again
i came out the dark
the night i couldn''t smile
couldn''t see myself
wanted to hide
who knew me
i can face them again
I am happy again
greatful and at ease
to be who i am
whith the problems of the past
and those i make in the futere
i wil take as they come
Form:
here comes the winter
trees laid bare as cold winds blow
mulled wine and burning fires
children playing in the snow
so now its winter
same old thing year after year
homeless beging for salvation
is this realy christmas chear
isnt somthing missing
is there somone missing out
baron wastelands ice and snow
robin red breast i dont know
through the blizard of mistakes and pain
this time next year again again
someday ill look up
in my conciousness repay my debts
a human life is concequence
to redeem and cry out
no more
is there somthing missing
is there somthing missing me
Careless and crazy I have become as a human being with a wicked human nature that is an entity to God Most High..stumbling upon the tragedies and misfortunes of this World of Woe
Helpless, fearful, cheerless, grateful - these are the sentiments I embrace deep down inside - when will I be set free from this captivity I call Hostile Home?
Emptiness fills my cranium and I am in want of wisdom that is contrary to the lusts of my heart; ancient destruction and decadence takes over me and I am praying that I'll still have hope in mind and confidence to find
Angst and anger zap me like silver lightning and it slithers into my veins, sending me pangs of painstaking pain that overthrows me, overwhelming me to the extreme, my self-esteem below zero
Random rage disappears and I am left with what I call "chear"...fear not, cheer on! Anxious joy chears me on and I am the vibrantless sun and You are the illuminating moon! I'm defeated to the core by the iniquities of my passion-drenched heart, mind and soul
Fearfulness builds adrenaline throughout my body...so uncomfortable in my own skin when I'm associating with my companions
Underestimated by the words I say, but I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure...I'm an invincible individual with a chearful mentality
Loyal to the creator of this Earth, but I'm fearful of the destruction that the world must go through...but I'm cheerful that You are by my side always and forever - I'm faithful and hopeful that Your Word will lead me to the Kingdom of Infinite Glory, where Jesus Christ will raise us from the dead and crown us as Kings and Priests, so we can judge the world with righteous justice!!
Why does it feel like I am trapped?
Trapped in the trap of being a feminine gender,
In the trap of trust and tears
In the trap of my own fears,
When I try to move on life throws balls to which I don't have any response!
Is it the trap that holds me back?
Is it my own fear that takes away my chear,
Or,
Is it my own fate that makes my success await.
Is it that I overthink to which my world seems to shrink.
I hope the days pass away and things fade as my smile awaits.
I don't know what will come but I surely know I would tackle some,
I hope i smile back to the life when i can't even shine.
Is it the trap that i should escape
Or
Is it the trap that holds me back?