Best Didnt Poems
If not You...
If I didn't have YOU I wouldn’t know
What true love really meant
You are the BEST surprise I have ever received
Baby YOU are Heaven sent
With u my life as good as it gets
IF I didn't have you obviously we wouldn't have met
more than just circumstance
Never eould have ecperiencef this kind of fairy tale ROMANCE
If I didn't have you would not have had someone drive me SO WILD
I would be missing that body that face and that adorable SMILE
If I didnt have YOU with WHO would I have to grow old?
My world would be so dark dreary & cold
If I didnt have you WHO would I dream of every night
No one helps me relax more & is FULL of good advice
If I didnt have YOU who would cheer me on?
For the times when I am weak you are are strong
If I didnt have you who would BELIEVE in what I can do?
NO ONE has ever been more devoted to ME than YOU
IF I didnt have you who would comfort me after a meltdown?
Your dedication warmth integrity has turned my life around
If I didnt have YOU who would REALLY "get me"
Destined for a life so sad and LONELY
If I didnt have YOU who would make me believe that I am good enough
You never leave my side even when times are rough
If I didnt have YOU who would make me feel like the most beautiful girl on Earth
YOU are my HOME no longer have to searching
If I didn't have you my heart useless turn to rust
Thank you for showing me there are
REAL MEN left that my heart can TRUST
IF I didn't have you never would have known
a REAL ADULT relationship
That things can run smoothly
No drama jealousy or ********
If I didnt have YOU I could fill a thousand pages
how much you mean to ME
Let me just say so HAPPY your in
my life your my favorite sweetie
If I didnt have you just the thought
of it fills me with so much stress
Luckily dont have to think about that
WE WILL make it together until one of us is put to rest
If I didnt have you who would be in my corner?
My love a giant THANK U on this a lovers day is in order
I am SOO deeply in love with YOU
You make my life brighter everyday
I am SOO blesses that YOU came my way
You didn’t love me
Loved the idea of me
I finally left.
Cigarettes and alcohol
had washed her youth away.
The fresh faced girl, with the wayward curl,
that I knew from 'yesterday'
had now been replaced,
by something hard faced,
playing the oldest game in town.
Her painted on smile and streetwise guile
trying to hide the tears of a clown.
Our inner voices give us choices
of the pathways we should take.
It's a downward spiral, that soon goes viral,
if those voices are all fake.
And she had reached, and then had breached,
the nadir of her life.
She had once been a friend, staunch to the end,
a daughter, a mother, a wife.
And as we walked, so we talked,
about the might have been's.
The what went wrongs, remembered songs,
and prom night Kings and Queens.
We said goodbye and she said she would try,
but I knew her cause was lost.
And I'd scan the obits, for lost souls and misfits,
and she'd be there, as a thaw follows frost.
Girl I think it’s time
To lay it on the line
And let you know exactly
What’s been on my mind
As I reflect on my regrets
The one that cuts me deepest
Is the one that breaks my soul, the one that broke will
The one that haunts me still
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The dream I failed to chase
It’s the love we’ve never made
That keeps me in this place
Our yesterday’s have turned to years
With every day it gets more clear
I pray it’s not too late, I changed fate with one mistake
You’re the chance I didn’t take
I can’t imagine life without you
Or the heartache I’d go through
If we never would have worked out
Now I pay for my excuse
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The dream I failed to chase
It’s the love we’ve never made
That keeps me in this place
Our yesterday’s have turned to years
With every day it gets more clear
I pray it’s not too late, I changed fate with one mistake
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The only one to ever scare me
I believe is my soulmate
That’s why I’m stuck here with the regret
I’ll have to carry to my grave
You’re the chance I didn’t take
The dream I failed to chase
I changed fate with one mistake
You’re the chance I didn’t take
In your absence,
what fires I burnt
with your yearning,
though
I couldn’t burn you,
as you burnt me
Like water in
desert, days in
prison, bread in
fasting, I waited
for you
But you only put
fears between us
You put bans
Don’t ever ask me
where I am now...
You called me and
didn’t I come?
Don’t used to offend
to springs with no
flowers, while you
were here
To the rainy
skies...these
melancholic evenings
While you were here
Don’t used to look
and sigh to train
stations
To bus stops…
While you were here
I don’t used to cry
to ones get
seperated
Don’t used to get
down after finished
loves
Don’t used to offend
to the going ones
Don’t used to feel
pitty for the
staying ones
Don’t used to feel
cold like that and
shiver, while you
were here
Was innocent, like
children
Don’t used to get
mad like that - dont
used to swear
At last I dont used
to think of dying
Now I am asking you
If it is hell the
name of this love
You burnt me and
didn’t I burn?
You know
To all your pains, I
turned on 'green
light', we couldn’t
make it
For all your fears,
I was 'back', we
couldn’t make it
To the mountains, I
put stairs, we
couldn’t make it
I was a snow in
June, snowed in your
palms, we couldn’t
make it
I loved, we couldn’t
- I burnt, we
couldn’t - I adored,
we couldn’t
Well then, I give up
Cut the ticket of
this love however
you want
Somehow you are
going
I know, go...
Though after you
A couple of crying
eyes
A heard ripped to
shreds
A ruined mountain,
if you don’t want to
see
Hold your weapon -
push to my back
I am a coward if I
shiver...
You shot me and I
didn’t die?
My voice remains so low ,
Yet I try to reach you .
My head is all mixed with philosophies of the world in which
I mention you .
I cry out loud in the silence that I never longed for.
You saw me take that, which was not meant to be mine anymore .
Yet I think where I would be if you didnt spoil me.
But you changed me to know everything that would hurt me .
Yet I think what If I didnt meet you .
- ARZOO AKBAR
Public service announcements seem to not work any more.
The stress of our circumstances seem to confirm our righteousness.
We never listen to anybody but we listen to our pity.
We praise and glorify the same thing that families mourn over, and we only grieve when it directly affects us.
There’s no turning back from what you believe to be righteous, but yet you expect the same support of your wrongdoing.
You want us to turn a blind eye to what we’ve seen everyday.
Now, see sir, that’s not righteous.
That’s insanity.
Doing the same thing over, and over, until the result rears it’s same ugly head.
Extortion, of course, that’s the name of this game.
Our “leaders” in this case seem to run at the face of the law, because they can’t face what will happen to them if acknowledged.
Now, they’re no different but my God how soft you seem when those other colors show up.
Why don’t you treat them like you do those other boys
from cross town?
See, that’s the enticing part about this lifestyle you boys live.
Gang banging, cane slanging, one bad son of a gun.
Until proven otherwise.
See the pillars of Islam, there lies 5 truths.
Just as it does within the rights of humanity.
See we, us, we got the right to life and liberty,
But you believe your liberty is to take a life.
We also got freedom from slavery and torture,
But your actions torture our community and enslave not only us but yourselves to a 23 and 1 confinement space.
We got freedom of opinion and expression,
But let a soul say something you dislike and again their liberty and life is at stake.
See liberty and justice is not for all,
It’s just for you. I guess.
See, but I got the right to work and education.
And if that means working to get you boys to see more than what you’re doing and educate physically or
mentally, that’s what I’m here for.
See that’s my right. Survival ain’t my human right. it’s just my right to live. And you just ain’t cutting it for me.
I guess you boys from the hood ain’t get the memo.
The only person you put fear in… is you.
The ring didn't do it
Nor did the kid number one
And kid number two
I even woke you up early sunday mornings
To go to church
Hoping to save you, us
Even after you got home two in the morning that day from clubbing
And counseling was a bad idea
I did everything i could
To help us, for our marriage
They told me it's a cultural thing
I believed it was bad genes
The constant fighting, i started seeing no hope
I wanted out
I wanted to be far away from you as much as i could
But the kids loved you, they still do
And they were growing faster than we could tell
He was becoming more like you, like daddy like son
And she was so much like me, she reminded me of me
They reminded us of us
And we wanted to be better
The drinking had stopped and the partying had declined
We were growing older, you needed me more
I needed you even more
The spectacles of our eyes
Had matured with age
And with that, so was our maturity of love
Momma, Why Didn’t You Want Me?
Momma, why didn’t you want me or even let me live
to be given to somebody else?
Why did you let that Doctor kill me and allow
for such overwhelming pain you must have known it was what I felt?
I wasn’t the one who hurt you
for as a person I had yet to be born,
were you afraid of what others would say or
were you afraid of facing their scorn?
Now I am back in Heaven with the Father and Jesus
their loving arms welcomed me in,
but I am worried for you, my mother
for killing me because to God it is a grievously and terrible sin.
Will you repent and come to accept as your Savior the Lord Jesus
then, His blood will wash this act of murder away,
or will you go on to kill another, and another baby
just so you can fool around and play and party day by day?
Oh, momma please repent and turn
away from this wicked lifestyle,
to follow the Savior and be filled with His love
and never again your body to defile.
Know this my mother,
I have a love in my heart for you,
I’ve forgiven you forever and now I want to
know you and spend eternity in Heaven it is true please know I do.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
February 25, 2016
I never had a dad
I don’t know what one is
I can only imagine
Of what it really means.
My mum she cared for me
Showed me right from wrong
But daddy didn't do that
Cos daddy was long gone
I used to watch my friends
Look at their dads in awe
But I never understood
Why they did that for.
As time went on and I grew up
I longed to know the meaning
Of a man who’s strong and proud
The meaning of a dad
But that just wasn't meant to be
Because daddy doesn't know
There’s a little girl in the world
One he can call his own
Though would I really want to
Pursue a man so mean
A man who deprived his children
Of a life they can only dream
I can’t decide if I should meet
This man who is my father
I guess only time will tell
If things were meant to be
But for now I will live
With this dream inside my head
A dream of a mum and dad
Both who are my own.
I will not forget
That daddy did leave
A girl who now only wears
Her heart upon her sleeve
So thank you mum, for being there
even if daddy's away
I'm always here to be with you
because I know you're here to stay
I love you, mum, with all my heart,
so please don't leave my side
don't turn into daddy,
because we all know daddy lied.
Dear. mear president, I am a canadian citzen with a handful of concern, i listen to
music often being an obsessive compulsive individual (one that has gone
misdiagnosed for 13 years) and have found my first middle and last names to be
titles of songs, as with my birth day, month, and year, I have written letters to dr.
phil, Oprah, and Doctor Oz about my situation where i feel i have no human rights,
the right to my person, nor the right to do my civic duty without being penalised, i
word it in their letters that i have been tortured by malpractice, however mr
president, i have seen something on the internet that has upset me, the other day i
clicked a link on a site known as x- tube and saw what i thought was a boy ( a child)
being raped, not sure who to tell as canada does nothing to aid the resolution of
internet crimes, as i have been victom of many, phishing scams, and compromised
accounts, i left a link somewhere where i thought someone might notice it, ironicly,
no one did.
http://www.poetrypoem.com/forgetfulintentions
http://www.myspace.com/meaning_of_life69
http://www.youtube.com/imcallingjapan
im aware no one even knows what the military is doing anymore, 30 years of war,
you will find in one of my writings i have won the war, it is up to you to win the
battle, the day the world goes into the city streets to chant world peace this
summer, will make history, irregardless of what happens.
thanks for reading my letter, from a wartorn man whose grandfathers fought in
previous wars
The house is a mess you can barely walk throw it
You’re wondering what I did all day
Well today I didn’t do it
What your hungry
Oops sorry I didn’t get too it
I’m sure you can do it
While you’re at it get the dishes to
Oh and run the vacuum
Take out the trash
Mop the floor
And scrub the tub
today i didn't do it
soo umm hun get to it
im sure you can do it
Based on a regular real time experience by my father
Wednesday,
The best day of week – in terms of meals at least.
The canteen serves a pie,
It contains some sort of meat,
Perhaps some vegetables as well,
Its cheap, its tasty, its filling and it enables me to reject my wife’s meal that evening,
One thing spoils my lunch, however
It spoils it full and full
The baked beans that are served as a partner to the pie,
Are deposited over it,
By a dollop of carelessness from the lady server,
What makes it worse still is her adjoining comment
“Didn’t you want your beans all over your pie?”
I cant really object,
She has done her job,
Sort of,
Every week this happens,
Perhaps the next week she will remember I enjoy a recluse pie,
Totally separate from the beans,
One day she was replaced by a younger woman,
Perhaps I can have a dry pie at last,
“Hello”, I said
“Pie with beans please”
With a smile, my pie appeared on a large plate,
It looked delightful – brown fluffy pastry, ready to be eaten
She picked up the spoon from the pool of beans,
With a scoop and a wet deposit
Splosh!
“Oh….didnt you want your beans all over your pie?”
IF I DIDN’T THINK WHAT I THINK, HERE’S WHAT I’D THINK
In general I think the world is not ideal -
It’s full of loser guys who shiftlessly lounge about
Drinking beer and smoking and watching women work.
If it’s not loafers wearing loafers or gutless beer-guts,
Then it’s the state of inequality which is rampant everywhere:
Three rich fat cats and a hundred thousand skinny kittens;
Three whites managing and a million browns toiling;
Three armed thugs in uniform holding back unfree crowds;
Is it just me, or can others see this topsy-turvy world?
If I didn’t think what I think, here’s what I’d think.. . .
That the world is a lovely place exactly the way God intended it;
That I should be in church daily, thankful for all the blessings;
That I should be glad that it’s them and not me;
That my brain is working perfectly and my eyes are seeing;
That there is very little which can be done to alter the inequality;
That I should shut up and go home and open another suds -
. . . But I’d be wrong.
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Written for, and entered in, Nancy Jones’s Contest
“ If I didn't think what I think, here's what I'd think.”
Timmy blew some bubbles and he watched them Pop! Pop! Pop!
But one went higher than the trees and right over the top
That one big bubble floated high as though it couldn’t stop
And just before it reached the sky it then began to drop
Timmy stood and marvelled at the colours in its skin
How could skin so very thin have all those colours in
It came down low and bounced right off a nearby wheelie bin
To land on Timmy’s shoulder and that really made him grin
For Timmy’s at a new school so he walks alone today
He hasn’t any friends with whom to talk along the way
The bubble on his shoulder sat as though it wants to play
And still the bubble didn’t pop which brightened up his day
Now when nobody talks to you it’s easy to pretend
So Timmy just imagined that he had a bubble friend
He hoped the bubble wouldn’t pop for school’s just round the bend
And no more would he sit alone and wait for school to end
He walked into his morning class and Suzie Laine was there
She was very pretty and had very lovely hair
She said I like your bubble, I don’t know if you’re aware
This desk isn’t taken, why don’t you pull up a chair
The bubble on his shoulder did a funny little hop
It landed on his desk and and made a funny little ‘Plop!’
He and Suzie giggled as it hopped and didn’t stop
But can a bubble smile?
This one did
and then went Pop!