Best Corse Poems
If there was hell to pay,
I'm sure I would of payed the cost.
But it seems like some days
no matter how much I try,
I'm still lost.
Fighting in circles,
staring at the same obscenities.
Fierce, grueling tags pinch
me with their eccentricities.
Dark shadows trying to sneak their way in.
I run away and focus away from this sin.
Corse tear drops fall as I feel like I lost it all.
Whose to beg if there is nothing to differ?
I must not give up hope and let this siffer.
Between the lines,
between the blades,
between the worlds,
I will search.
Fleeing from the darkness,
leaving my perch.
Longing for a place I can call home.
I will whisper to God
along these lonley streets I roam.
Through tunnels and pathways,
all winding and dark.
I will burn through these times,
that encase my heart.
Blanketed with refreshing water,
I make myself whole again.
From the bottom of the tireless depths,
to every moment I take breaths,
I will fight.
Caught in the fierce wind beyond delight.
Vision focused,
intentions on sight.
Things are going to start to change.
I had to encorporate the knowledge
to rearrange.
Things may seem broken,
but along the silent streams they flow.
It is all in what you give,
how you live.
I'm going to ignite my soul,
pay the toll.
Bring myself home.
What dreams may come
of wishing wells
four leaf clovers
and stars that fell
Coin drop wishes
Three foot deep
would they come to fruition
If faith could leap?
Yet hope speaks silent
with heartfelt envy
as the dreamer dreams
and casts the penny
Willing the power of a wish to impart
a reality by reason of want
those secret yearnings begging in the heart
hoping something beyond sight will respond
I wish I may
I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
by star or well or tunnel dark
by random penny in my shoe
by any corse a wish comes true
I've told this wish to only you
While many without faith may dismiss
I promise I will always believe in this wish
and in the things I am yet to learn
to grant me this wish I soulfully yearn
As you know, we are going away
But you do not yet know the day.
Take your brithday and plus two,
That's the day I fly with you.
The location is a small surprise,
No guessing yet, don't be wise.
In the end it will all be revealed,
But for the moment, my lips are sealed.
Have a present, number one,
They'll help protect you from the sun.
Stylish though, of corse they are,
Go and find them in my car.
Now for present number two,
Red or yellow? Green or blue?
Search for me inside our bed,
Then pop it right over your head.
Not finished yet, time for the third,
Please don't ask I won't say a word.
To save you from an itchy behind,
With all the coats, you will find.
A helping hand to fill your case,
Things for you body, not your face.
Let's go shopping, no need to pay,
I'm where me and you used to stay.
And now for all our future trips,
Kepp me in a poket on your hips.
Whether we go by wing or wheels
I'm where you cook your ready meals.
In order to protect them all,
Not forgetting your heels nor ball.
You'll wear me on sand or sea,
I'm hiding with the rest like me.
The last one so you have a choice,
I'll let you speak (or shout) your voice.
I'm where you put your bum to eat,
If you want us both, you've got a treat!
To make your ears look bigger still,
You can wear me out or when we chill.
Sitting where you soak and swim,
Come and try me for size and trim.
The flight it takes us 1, 2, 3, 4,
So here is something to help you snore,
While we fly over the Med,
I'm where your Mum rests her head.
This country is sure to top your mood,
After all, It's home to your favourite food.
Open me where you find the keys,
And start to revise "One beer please"
This is a colabration of Shane, Dhruv, and Deborah
Buzz, Buzz
catch the fuzz,
it's all a big fus this buzz,
heros of literature use good buzz words,
knock buzz, it's all a fuz
its time for all this fus,
quarel tantra mantra anger song literature anger jam,
superherores knock before the clock clocks,
superheros do the tantra mantra,
the simple life dance,
with simple talks,
the secret is out,
superheros do coloberate,
colors do shout,
Naga Anthemson talks Naga buzz anthems,
hush, naga can't get rid of this fuzz,
smile and blush like an x o yo,
Naga Anthemson beats the beat,
superheros without second heart beat,
death is angry,
selfless without feet,
Naga, I told you,
Superheros dont beat to shoes,
think of blues,
the times now are a few,
life has feeling with all views,
anger wishes are a struggle beyond screws,
the universe is universally beaten,
you have to take a hit like some jews,
it's not my writing it's beyond my self in your shoes,
Selfless buzz, it's also called a big universally known buzz fuzz fus beat, drew.
Written by Dhruv Pandya
I need a moment of peace so I can see what I need to see,
I know what I need to see definetaley not to lose it, but be a man and try to go through with
it,
I need time alone, we like to call it me time,
no games, no nothing just me time,
focus on my dos and don'ts,
my who and wants,
dont snooze don't cheat ,
just have time to be me
Written by Shane Anonomous.
A towering inferno,
Bursting though my veins,
Anger and venom,
Holding onto me,
with unholy, binding chains,
The driving force is,
Pitch, black, and corse,
A red hot sweat,
From my feet to my neck,
Exploding inside my churning gut,
From the depths of Hell,
This emotion does dwell,
The foulest emotion,
Has become a devotion,
Precognition beyond their ambition,
Like an overcooked steak,
That's burned to a cinder,
Too crisp to eat,
For it tastes like shoe leather,
Red hot poka dots,
Spin through my eyes,
The color of red,
Wrapped around my head,
It's ready to break,
Apart my heart,
For the utmost I know,
Anger you must control,
Drive back that dark force,
To the depths of Hell,
For such a horrific emotion,
Is too dangerous,
To be devotion.
Written by Deborah Jarell
Life just aint peaches and cream
But it’s more like a bowl of mixed nuts
They’re all together in a big ol’ bowl
All together through the why’s and buts’
Sometimes you can meet up with people
That is a pecan pie all by them self
Mostly sweet of Corse, but as we all know
They’re nuts in and by them self.
Some people just take and are crazy as all
An overgrown peanut, you see.
Some are so salty, they make you thirsty
But just let them alone; let them be.
One nut can not really judge another
On how nutty the flavor is.
We are all in this bowl of nuts together
And remember what will be just is.
As I sit I watch as I watch I listen I try and wonder what this life means the trees dance as
there branches sway with the music of the wind moves through them and whispers a tune of
undiscovered secrets
The sun shines as it sends rays of light down to touch every thing with a kiss of warmth
The sky so blue like the depths of the ocean is scattered with clouds pulling a light gray
blanket over the world but as the shadows convoy and the sun says good bye the darkness
creeps over and every thing changes the grass so green like the colour jade now turns dark
emerald the leaves whip over the ground like tears shed from the trees water falls from
above and covers every thing with a gleaming sparkle like diamonds the birds above with
the music of the wind beneath there wings giving them a life of there own as the majestic
eagle sores and dives you cant help but watch as nature takes it Corse the predator dives
again into the sea and fly’s away victories with his pray so helpless is the fish to struggle
with the eagle with the waves beating against the shore I walk in to the suns rays again they
touch my face with a kiss of warmth chasing the shadows away the grass once more jade
green the ocean reflecting the sky blue like a mirror with the sand between my toes my path
clear for the moment of pain and unknown so as I travel I once more listen and I take the
winds advice I go with the music of life down my path and disappear with the wind my spirit
souring
Moving together
Bodies touching, without any space to breath
Feelings of desire, passion, jealousy
A story told through dancing
He sees her, wants her
She sees him wants him
They want each other
They move together, bodies touching
Feelings of desire corse through their viens
Back and Forth
To music of sexual emotions
The music becomes more intense
Their feelings of desire develop into feelings of passion
Passion for each other
Passion for the music
Passion for the dance
The music changes
So do their feelings
Jealousy,
Jealousy takes over
They still want to be in each others arms
But can't stand the deceit
She cheated, she betrayed him
The dance comes to an end
The jealousy took over
He couldn't take it
She falls
The dance is over.
A blank page
sits before me another day
I leave
I hope it follows suit
A quick glance around the corner
Still there? Has it changed?
yes, of corse and no
I take a jog around the block
Still there, still blank
I feed the cat
still there
Feelings of dread fill me every time I peer around the corner
To see if the paper is still lurking
a vast expanse, of
Emptiness
I cry
Wet tears
As I lye
In my blood
Not tears of remorse
But tears of relief
Followed the wrong corse
All through my life
Awoke to constant fearfulness
For the horrid hours to come
Little sleep filled with insaneness
Replayed scenes of my existance
An actor just playing my part
In what some people call "life"
So with this knife's blade I start
The journey to end my tormented life
You may believe suicide is wrong or sinful
But don't judge what you don't understand
No suffering and no pain, to end it all
Release the poison as I lye in my blood
The geminy they were,
heresy to have,
their love. . .
A lifter stand to
why we reckon?
As corse sodden
as the golden maiden
of Spain. Nothingness.
The thieves,
though they frighten,
A veniable abandonment.
It meant nothing,
Key lime pie, warm
apple butter, love
and its creation. . .
and its muster.
A nonage of
retired conceit.
Beauty. . . what is beauty
these days. And
for whom to cherish?
For the daring, its crusade.
Enchanting the epic of time,
a mythological revelry.
Poetry that will open the
periapts of wisdom, intellect, and charisma. . .
are like portents of man. El Dorado.
My conclusion. . .
As Jesus ascended to the heavens,
dying for our untimely sins,
retribution, virtue, and the essence
of God. Portrayed as galliantly
as phosphorescent treasure.
His love, his being, his conception
and sacrifice for our brotherhood
of man, to cherish and embody for eons.
Throughout spent lifetimes of shared
rumination, rebirth, annointment,
and the essence of the divine.
Here to now, everafter!
A nice sunny day,the oceans calling me away to drift with her rhytmic motions as she
purifies my soul.
I can feel the filth flow out of me replaced with living Qi.I feel at one with her
were syncted in harmony.
The cool refreashing feeling of her rejuvinating force.the power of her gentleness sets me
on her corse.
So softly like a gentle breeze she wispers in my ears drawing me inside her where she
strips away my fears.
Totally emerserd in her she seems to breath for me.and i get this secure peaceful sense of
total serenity.
Its like being in a loving embrace of which you never want to leave.
No words could ever describe it, you must feel it to believe.
Revitalizing my mind body spirit like some kind of magic potion.
I was born of her i`m her loving son and shes my mother ocean.
All so egotistically
Distorting all versions of reality
Chemically compatible with separate identities
All else falls away except gravity
Abnormally accessing enlightenment in mind blowing quantities
For years we have documented our hearts corse
Like the ink bleeding out our sores
Far away from the shores i float underneath a raging sea so peacefully.
Underneathe the blue tranquility
Reaching far above the natural ability of just scribbiling
As Time Goes By
I remember immortality
The feelings of elation and joy
We have in the blush of youth
Choosing new paths each day
Brilliant with texture and color
Never giving a thought to
Life being impermanent or
Quickly turning calendar pages
That don’t get our attention
Until they’ve passed on by
No focus on it being early April
Today and mid-November
When we awaken tomorrow
Youthful olfactory senses
Never smelling the primordial
Changes lying in waiting ambush
As our shadows begin walking
Behind us rather than in front
And shortly thereafter we begin
The dance of aging and face
New daily choices whose colors
Are not quite as vibrant and
Come in a texture more corse
Then the smooth lefts and rights
Of a long since passed youth and
Now we get to choose once again
This time aware of our mortality
Whether we want to live in fear
Or elect to enjoy each moment
As the gift that it is...
Speak my child let us hear your song.
Praise my children it shall not be long.
Lift your head to the moon so bright
Enjoy the stars guiding light.
Allow your cares to drift to space.
Remove such sorrow from your face.
Dry those tears listen well.
Sadness has almost left you now.
My child feel the wind it's time of change.
It’s time to live it’s time to play.
Hide not that heart so glum.
Heavens heard you’re despite plea.
Life must take its chosen Corse
Or you'll be sure to strike a pause.
It has to slow to begin again,
It’s within the earth you walk my friend.
Have the faith my child the spirits know.
They hold you close they love you so.
Angel’s wings are spreading now
Too bring you peace to sing such joy.
Within the child who’s need is strong.
To show each soul life does go on.
An empty castle,
a broken spell,
look to the hill,
upon it a well,
deep in its depths,
a princess you'll find,
against the stones,
her bones will grind,
at the end of the hill,
a prince lay buried,
to the ground,
his blood is married,
a witchs spell,
cast to kill,
it ran its corse,
upon that hill,
one dark day,
the princess drowned,
killing the prince,
with the sight he found,
in the well,
he saw her lifeless eyes,
trip and tumble,
that's how he dies,
that's the end,
their love now gone,
killed on a hill,
by a witchs con...