Best Glady Poems
Friend
Oh why oh why doesn’t ostrich fly
The lion roared oh why oh why
He has the feathers
He has the wings
And all of those other birdie things
Along came the monkey
Who pretended that he knew
And would glady tell all
For banana’s, a bunch or two
The lion turned quickly
And the monkey took flight
For he knew quite rightly
The lion he wouldn’t fight
A little while later
A giraffe sauntered by
But the lion couldn’t hear him
Because he held his head so high
Then along came the elephant
Who waved his might ears
I’d really like to tell you
But it just brings me to tears
A short time later
The crocodile appeared
He said I know the reason
As his throat he did clear
A long time ago
When Ostrich was sick
He had little friend
Who by his side did stick
And when he did recover
A promise he did make
I will never fly away again
For you, I will not forsake
So if you ever see him
With his head down in a hole
You’ll know that he’s just visiting with
His little friend the mole
Categories:
glady, animal, best friend,
Form:
IN ANOTHER TIME, IN ANOTHER PLACE
I SAW YOUR FACE.
IN ANOTHER REALM, IN ANOTHER LIFE
YOU WERE MINE.
AT A DIFFERENT PACE IN THE SAME FAMILIAR WAY
YOU MADE MY HEART JUMP OUT OF ITS CASE.
YOU WOULD HOLD ME TIGHT
ON A SIMILAR NIGHTS
NIGHTS THAT WERE AS COLD AS THIS ONE IS.
YOUR LOVE HAS TRAPPED ME
IN ONE SCENE I WUD SWEAR WE WERE ON A MOVIE SCREEN
AND SOMEONES PRESSING REPEAT.
I'LL GLADY REMAIN THE STAR WITH YOU THIS OUR DEBUT INTO DEJA VU
(THIS IS A SONG THAT I WROTE WHEN I WAS 14. ABOUT MY FIRST BOYFRIEND)
Categories:
glady,
Form:
Lyric
Everyone wants a wish right now...
All lil' Ms. wants is a diss.
Ya'll know I'm new at this,
Im here, it's now,
I'm leaving without your crown!
Ms. Destroyer,
I wish you the best.
This knight never naps.
As a matter of fact,
you wont get a wink,
not from me.
Not till' you take your cheese from the trap,
your straps snapped,
and there's no more hearing bout your snacks,
I'll don't want to read about
you getting strung up with your own "String of Nots"
Lil' Destroyer,
I'm coming for ya.
This is the beginning,
Far from the ending.
It's gonna be lots of laps,
without a trap.
Don't worry bout a snack.
It will be my treat.
I'll feed you the words you speak.
It's bout time you play along.
It's not Danny boy in this song.
No ma'am!
It's not a he-man slam.
Silly lady,
Use boy not toys.
No decoys to fill voids.
Your poetry,
I will glady destroy.
Host another contest,
I'll give you more.
I wont leave
before
I whip and lash,
and you and your hot meals are both out of gas.
Satisfied,
saying," Oh man!"
We just got slammed by Mr. Loverman.
(: Lots of Luv. :)
Categories:
glady, friendship
Form:
Free verse
To stop loving you
You'll have to beat me up
You'll have to smack me
Kick me and slap da love out of me
To stop thinking about you
You'll have to hypnotize me
You'll have to dig my heart out
Stab my lungs out
You'll have to squeeze all our memories out
To let you go
You'll have to change
You'll have to change
To what I'm clueless
Coz if u be a woman
I'll glady be a lesbian
If u be a dog,I'll make you my pet
If you be a monster
Still I'll love you
And if you starve I'll let you eat me
So in you I'll die.....
Categories:
glady, i love you
Form:
ABC
i smile because im happy,
yes i am very, glady.
i have you out of sight out of mind,
i smile because i didnt have to rewind,
didnt have to go back in time,
from all the pain you caused for my mind
i smile because i actually feel free,
from all the negativity you caused me.
i smile because i have no rules,
and thats because i dont have to follow you.
i smile because i have my friends,
they were my helping hands.
i smile because im writing this,
without poetry, i would not exist.
i smile because...
Categories:
glady, happinesssmile,
Form:
Free verse
seen the venue,full of dead up alive people.seen em at the steeple begging for
gun death,i did glady adress the mess of crowded cowards.what powers thee
my enemies would ask?and i would only laugh in seconds,and say,my best
guess is,left field.they never got it or understood,in time.
Categories:
glady, natural disasters,
Form:
ABC
I centralize with evil premonition,
The limited resource, not loving them
For dreams prepare me not for violation,
An innocence that many may condemn.
It now assures me many woman do,
Intrigue a man, ideas as being loose
But purity confines this an excuse,
Or could these needs be verily untrue?
The sweet lament from visuals I portray,
Is having found the ugliness inside,
What worth am I if pity I provide?
Can nothing do, provide me night and day.
Wasted time is spent on writing verse,
Aimless years are shortening one's life
I am prepared, to be that perfect wife,
Unfortunately by virtue, it's a curse.
I feel unloved, but glady I shall give,
The honour to a gentleman who can
Maintain the loyalty as it began
But trust is more an invite to forgive.
Fear the dragon's teeth to all extent
Has bitten off the positive domain,
Of having made exception being plain,
Then holier than thou is my torment.
Categories:
glady, caregiving, hope, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Mother let me tell you
what no one ever knew
the secrets on this page
I dout God has a clue
for if you see through my eyes
what daddy did was nothing
you were all I had left
why did you think i was bluffing
It wasn't a joke mommy
I tried, I cried and I cut myself
I even begged for you to get me help
and you had no idea?
How could that be
mommy I told you everything
How dare you lie to me!
I lived with my self hate
and daddy got off
what didn't you get?
I always looked lost
I locked my door
and I screamed I hate him
but all you did was say
You can't escape him!
Well mommy I could always say
you'll never know me better that way
you'll never see the innocent me
it was taken, shaken and re-made
in a whole new way
this poem is about you mommy
things I don't have the guts to say
Honestly mommy I don't know
what hurts more
looking in your eyes
as you called me a WHORE
for I didn't do it
I didn't dress wrong?
I just wanted a daddy
thats why it hurt all along
Mommy but you hurt me
most of all
you never trusted me
Even after telling you
mommy should daddy
haved'lusted' me?
but you didn't listen
and I had to cope with the shame
cutting myself everytime I got away
and creating a whole new name
a facade and a wall
I put around myself
I told you for years
"Mommy, I need help,
I hate myself, I can't live this way,
mommy what daddy does,
I don't think I could say.
It hurts to look at the man
I am supposed to trust
My daddy how dare he Lust?"
But all you did was say
do as he says
I begegd and pleaded
But you'd just shake your head.
And now mommy it's to late
I'd glady rather be DEAD
I lost the little girl
That i use to be
everything inside
has died and I am just not me
so I gess the stranger
that I now see
is a broken child
that could neve just BE.
Categories:
glady, familyme, hate, me,
Form:
Rhyme
How do I justify
what I dared to do to you,
how do I beg you to forgive me,
when I, myself can not forget
I know I got off to quickly
to not take a bigger hit,
but when I begged you that last time,
I knew that would be it,
I finally gathered all the little pieces of my life
and glued it back together,
I finally no longer
blew from side to side,
like leafs in breezy weather,
still this haunts me,
how do I sleep
knowing what I did can no longer seep
into the cracks among the floor boards
instead I find myself breathless from the
tripped wires and split cords of my tangled life
is it my fate to die,
at the hands of my own knife
for if it is I shall say these final words,
Amen, for every cut and every gash
I would glady say sorry again
but even I know when the time has come
to let the lines fall and my life unravel
before my eyes
so I can try to mend what was broken by
all the lies
So in this last moment
I shall shed no tears,
just to finally rid you of the pain I left
I will plead your name with every last breath,
Categories:
glady, confusion
Form:
Rhyme
I've been feeling extremely unstable
Each migraine makes me cry for some comfort
Each tear dropped uncontrollably onto the table
I've been stressing for that feeling of PAIN/HURT
Each stroke of the razor I know will sooth
Each drop of blood stains my white long-sleeved shirt
I've been thinking outrageous thoughts
Each thought tragic erases the bare naked truth
Each scar later remembered as, "That was when I was at my worst."
I've dreamed nothing but of running away
Each average three seconds turns to a full one minute
Each entire night awake ruins my whole day
I've named this habit as how I've spent doing it
Each urge to grab a blade and cut DEep...
Each breath taken in to ease the evolving pain
I've deprived myself of ever wanting to eat or sleep
Each distraction spent online is my safety rope
Each night slips by and the more I grow weak
I've been searching for a way to willingly cope
Each attempt to vent to a person who doesn't understand or know
Each broken sentence---I'm gradually losing hope
I've finished with this cutting stage
ALL energy wasted is glady being reimbursed
All happiness locked up is being released from it's cage
I've decided to let this pass me by
All greatness is the start of a NEW AGE
ALL that's left is to: TRY and LIVE foREVER and NEVEr WAnt to DIE
Categories:
glady, lifenight, me, night,
Form:
Rhyme
I pen now of days of ultimate charm……
Of walking at midnight with no fear of harm.
When days were heaven, not a living hell.
When riding downtown was safe, on the Chicago El.
The Chicago Theatre, so amazingly glorious.
We went at twelve yrers old,with no fear, just curious!
Actors or actresses, we met at the stage door.
Could this young poetess have asked for anything more?
Restaurants with sparkling glassware, upon
glistening white tablecloths
Before the days of self service,sleazy, plastic
fork and knife haunts.
Days we more than glady got dressed up, to
go downtown.
And not one soul in torn jeans and sneakers
could be found!
Marshall Field was indeed, the department store
of dreams.
In their restaurant, the Walnut Room,in silver bowls,
ate nuts in green-minted ice cream.
My heart weeps for the city, as I knew it once,
so beautifully was.
The Chicago Police once respected, now lose their
lives, buried with honor in their white gloves.
Five hundred Chicagoans lost their lives, just alone
this last year.
A city of bullets, that ring past innocent citizens ears.
filled at midnight, with great fear!
9/25/2022
~1~
Categories:
glady, change, chicago, childhood, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
The Poems by Me
If you care to read
Primarily truth
Its histories read
It spreads the wings
Of events past
Some forgotten
Some last
The ones of life
Well it surrounds us all
Some small
Some tall
Erotic and love
Is in us all
Its when to release
And have a ball
Emotions to Inspire
Our hearts will chase
Which ever, wins the race
Is sure to know, it will have it's place
War, mourning and Philosophical
In Generations it affects us all
All my poems, just want to be
To reach the horizons of you and me
Different backgrounds from different faces
Similar themes, similar faces
I thank you all for what you have said
And comments passed, are glady read.
Categories:
glady, thank you
Form:
Rhyme
the matter of scales
We, you and I, who don't believe in a rose
scented heaven, painted by a five years
old child who has a mother named Glady
Nor do we believe in that place where
stokers go, tired of an electrified world
I know of a man on X who is doing his
best believing in a friendly God, that
must be difficult for a man who wonders
if he is a deity of wealth.
If I go before you, I like to be a memory
dwell there until it is time to go
and become the non-returnable
As we sit on a bench that has a lone
tree and swirling fog, we can talk about
the Savanna, when I was a lion and you
were a gracious giraffe called baby
We can also reminiscence when we
were warthogs, lived in a hole
with no hope of having a bath unless
it rained so much that our cave flooded
We can also fry to nirvana, a place that
is less colorful and has an echo of
wishes not fulfilled.
Failing that, we can go to Iceland said
to be the most peaceful place on earth
by those who have not heard the rumble
of earthquakes
The aber is the island has no trees if
we should get bored and hang ourselves
Categories:
glady, angst, august, baptism, beach,
Form:
Ballade
Happy birthday, Brother Glady,
Let this expression make you glad;
The sky above is not cloudy,
Nor is it there to make you sad.
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Glady Gaddi (March 14)
Categories:
glady, birthday,
Form:
Quatrain
G-ood
L-ines
A-bout
D-elightful
Y-ear
A-pply
N-ame's
N-ice
R-emembrance
E-rasing
Y-our
E-motional
S-adness
Topic: Birthday of Glady Ann A. Reyes (February 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
glady, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic