Best Just Read It Poems
These bugs keep crawling all over my window
No matter what I do they won't go away
And I wish this eclipse would finally be over
And go from the darkness back to the day
Some kind of animal crawled under my house
He smells like he's been dead for a week
My well is empty we really need some rain
My voice so dry, I can hardly even speak
I wish my wife would hurry back home
How long can it take to go to the store?
She needs to vacuum as soon as she can
Just look at this dirt all over our floor
This house is starting to get too small
The walls feel like they're caving in
I'm gonna have to gain weight pretty soon
Cause I'm really starting to look too thin
There's those bugs again they won't go away
And now they're crawling all over my head
In case you haven't figured it out by now
Just read it again, I'm dead
Underground French café
Sun has gone astray,
Gone home for the night,
I sit in dim half-light
Seated alone in my booth
Feel calm, distant, aloof
Cool breeze coming from
The creaky door at the front
Live jazz, delicately playing
In the background, I’m swaying
Laid back, to the beat
The hi-hat moves my feet
The snare and the kick
Compel my fingers to click
Index digit taps on my table
Only here is where I’m stable
Amongst all the others
Alone, like me, not bothered
Atmospheric transition,
Here I am free, before in work-prison
Stuck in the daily grind
Working the dreaded nine to five
It tries to steal my mind
Sucks away my precious Jazz time
Misty room; smoky and sensual
My time, Jazz is my cherished jewel
Oozing class, style and flair;
Sophisticated; naturally debonair
That cannot be imitated
Its natural, not replicated
It’s Jazz, ‘Hmmmm’, I relax
I sit back,
“Chillax”
Waitress strolls by, I sip my drink,
Feet up, no one cares, at least I think
Sultry singer takes to the stage
I smile and lean back, an audience awaits
Blissful sounds escape her lips
I hear the purest Jazz you could ever wish
I close my eyes, and think of the notes
Hear the song this singer conceived and wrote
The Jazz dream; she unmistakably has captured it,
The song she sings,
Well, you’ve just read it….
The Jazz Dream….
Inscribe it all down
Just read it do not make a sound
Leave nothing behind
Poetry is the world of creative minds
Some words quite short-lived
Support and respect is what you need to give
Poets are possessed of senses
That allowed them to perceive
Read it with a thoughtful mind and you will receive
For tomorrow is never yesterday
Far beyond what words can say
Or any eyes could see
Keep reading just do not believe me
We have perception and knowledge
That is what makes us skilled and polished
Like water the words flow
Very gifted as a prophet as well;
Friend to Gods and heroes,
With so many tales to tell?
I do not depend on man’s well-being or material prosperity
It is like trying to cure the outward symptoms and neglect the main cause of the malady
Poetry is generally viewed as the look of human joys and sorrows
I will always put pen to paper whether it is today or tomorrow
Poetry has reached a higher level of consciousness and inspiration
There is no other explanation
It renovates a satisfying experience and delights
That is why I love to write
The Most Powerful
I have often wondered what it was
And today it all became so clear
So I knelt down and said a prayer
Because the revelation caused a tear
I’ve heard it here and there a lot
Over all my many years on earth
And I wonder how many times untrue
I’ve heard it since the days of my birth
I know there are many died in vain
Because the use of it so easily done
And no care taken for it hither or yon
Except the destruction it left on the chosen one
Who knows the meaning more than God?
He gave up his only son from above
To die on the cross for the sins of the world
For the most powerful word in the world…..love.
Just read it in the holy word
It is written out plain as can be
“For God so loved the world….”
And it is talking about you and me.
Connie Moore
August 4, 2014
I have a lump in my throat
I don't know if she even knows it
I have this hole in my heart
Girl,will you ever fall in my arms
I look at the textbook and it looks back at me
We both smile,b'cos we know this has to be it
This is love,Life's greatest mystery
I never felt this just read it in history
I have a lump in my throat
I am smiling but my face is hidden under the coat
The coat which is wet,wet of my tears
The thought of losing you is my only fear
Your long brown hair and those dazzling black eyes
Even though i know what to do,I take your advice
I know my jokes are stupid,even though you say they aren't
That beautiful smile is what i'm living for
I have this lump in my throat
When Ill propose you...and you wanna say no
Then give me a boat
Come with me to the river Nile,I wanna drown there
But the last thing i wanna see is your beautiful smile
Or else you can give me poison
I'll drink it like wine
'Cos I can't think of living life,If you aren't mine
I have a lump in my throat and now you know why
Please say yes or Give me a knife
I'd rather be dead than be alive
I have this lump in my throat..............
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Why am I so quirky when it comes to my daily routine?
for I always thought these things could go unforeseen.
Last night I pulled out a microwavable meal of cuisine,
looked at the time to cook and threw it in the oven hot,
throw the container out then immediately forgot!
How long do I cook it for, I just read it, or did I not?
When it comes to second guessing, I am the queen!
The phone rings and I get excited and I start to pace,
run around like Scooby-Doo, sweat pouring down my face.
I get dizzy circling around and my steps I try to retrace,
but I really should be concentrating on my conversation.
Why do I always put myself in this unusual situation?
I honestly think my head needs an immediate examination.
So I hand up and say goodbye, my silence I embrace.
In the car I Bluetooth on shuffle my favorite songs,
a song to make me feel weepy, a song to feel strong.
Then I skip through them to the one I wanted all along,
and wonder, “why did I shuffle in the first place anyway
when I already knew what songs I wanted to play?"
Man, I love Pearl Jam and adore that Stevie Ray!
I think about my manic brain and wonder what is wrong!
Yes I can be erratic and odd in an unconventional fashion,
and at times I lose my mind and run out of ration.
But no matter what people think of me I’m full of compassion.
My hubby thinks I’m beautiful, yet offbeat and bizarre,
and maybe at times I can be different and off par.
I may not be “normal” yet to me I’m a superstar---
but I love my idiosyncrasies...being quirky is my passion!
Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me
July 6, 2018
If you donot know,
You did not hear.
You did not stop
To look and listen
To understand expressions.
Realize you donot have
To interpret a book of definitions.
Just read it and say,
"Oh, that's what that means."
Because if you still donot know,
You have not heard yet.
You have not stopped
To look or listen
To understand expressions.
Realize you donot have
To interpret a book of definitions;
Just read it and say,
"I will learn another's language."
Quitting coffee and should it kill me
Want to say that it's been fun
Sidled up to this specific teat
Not long after my first weaning done
My body trying to clue me in
As I clung to my drug of choice
No longer willing to continue
In stifling my tired kidney's voice
Just read it slows down the flow of lymph
to a toddling terrapin crawl
Immunities highway like that of L.A.'s
Cannot abide it you all
My plan to reduce to a cup a day
Followed by a day after another
It's warmth will be missed the aroma as well
As a weanling ripped from its mother (sob)
Truthfully not looking forward to
Shifting to water and herbal teas
Saying goodbye to my old friend caffeine
Long considered the hairy bee's knees
Prayer, many says it works
And yet not one of mine have been answered
It's a confusing feeling
everyone says that time will answer prayers
yet not even my youngest prayers have been answered
I just don't believe this is right
should someone go through life this way
I don't believe so
seeing one of my own die
Not being able to even find a love
even though many say I am like the perfect guy
Its hard to believe
Maybe there is a bigger meaning to all of this
Maybe I haven't been a good person
But why would it make GOD reject me
I guess this I will never know
I guess I will give up hope
And live my life the way I should
I will probably end up in a gutter
Either dead or close to it
But no one will care or miss me
If you try to give me a religious comment i will get mad... just read it and move on... Im tired of all you
bigots out there that think you can judge me
The clock on the wall
Just past boring.
Today’s Big decision is crumpets
And Charlie Stayt on the BBC still boring.
Today’s news is Covid 19.
The homes been put under the hammer
and martins told me to do my homework.
and I've been on a bargain hunt.
I turn the radio on its smooth fm
It’s a constant link of cheesy tunes
and yes I am living on a prayer.
oh I could so easily murder someone
best not as its father brown now.
then more Covid 19 on the news.
out for a walk with the lyra clad masses
and there’s more cyclists than Beijing.
Teas a thing with the shortest expire date.
And im now watching pointless which seems so apt.
then of to help Indiana find a crystal skull
then more news about Covid 19.
Bed
The End
Episode 2 tomorrow in fact no just read it again.
Aunt Grandma
I missed that you had an Aunt Grandma
Until I just read it again
It brought up so many questions
Just where does a fella begin
How does one get an Aunt Grandma
Is your dad’s sister really his mom
Did she make a mistake as a freshman
Attending some senior prom
Did they hide it by telling your daddy
That she was just a big sis
Or is this too touchy subject
I’m sorry I couldn’t resist
Mdailey 3/31/12
A facebook comment mentioned she had an Aunt Grandma. I could not pass that up.
Home to a thousand hearts, blindly writting to inspire
Feelings, love, lament and even to their own desire
A bowl it is, for letters of framed words, bonded by love itself leave the vessel of affection
A true poetic heart always sings to please, never for self attention
Let's the stars fall from the skies
Surely I say unto you that a fellow poet shall write of the stars very cries
Bonded by heart and ink
Alike we all see, and rejoice in the act of our own speaking hearts, we think
See for thy self for fresh soup is delivered daily for you to feed on
As new poems take place in the latest ranks so does our hunger for literature
Creating, uplifting but always in the name of this our hearts art we write
Take part in the soup, for it feeds the hungry souls that seek only to connect
Open arms are awaiting to embrace the words spoken by your very heart, so tight
Feel it? See it? Just read it and you shall see the whole meaning! The entire sccop
It is I Darkpoet whom writes to please thee on poetry soup
Every time I sat down to write you a poem
Don't know why but my lines couldn't catch its rhythm,
All these years I have been sharing my feelings through my words,
But when it comes to you I don't know why my vocab couldn't find the letter you deserve,
After a long thinking I finally found some,
Just read it cause talking to you kind of makes my heart feels numb,
Whenever I put a story one or two
Sometimes just sometimes it's directed to you,
I tried really hard to ignore you whenever you were around
Cause little did you know it's your eyes that made me want to drown,
Minutes after minutes my eyes searched the room for you
Deep down wishing you see me too,
I don't think you remember sending hearts to my poem one day,
But that simple gesture is something I still can't forget anyway,
I wanted to confess but a part of me believed you didn't think of me more than a classmate
Call me hopeful but I still think meeting you was somewhere written in our fate,
All I wished a little time with you or a few talks more
To say a couple of words I couldn't say before,
But now it feels the words are better off left unsaid,
Cause we both have a separate beautiful journey ahead,
When you're not in front
and your life is unsure
There is no toilet paper for you
and to every supermarket you turn to
There’s none you tell me,
and I cry tears to myself
I don't need your persuasion ,
cos it will be newspaper then
I will just read it through
and I think seriously myself
That's not really soft too,
I'll just use it quickly gritting my teeth through
It’ll be better you tell me,
But no more I beg of you
So when I reach the last sheet
and the roll is empty for me
I’ll been waiting wondering what I can do
Perhaps learning about making my own toilet paper too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
" GOD UNDERSTANDS WHEN MAN DON'T " " Whatever I have did or have done in this life, " God " still loves me, and forgives me to a tee." ( but), Man like and his love, soon turns to hate, this people is so easy to see, " God" loves you and me, oh, yes he does, he really loves his - not- so- perfect, Ms. Tree"s." Just realize this: " God undersatnds when man don't." Just read it in the bible and you will get straight to the point. Whenever I make mistakes, all I have to do is get down on my bended knees and say a prayer that's reserved especially for me, because: " God understands when man don't, and it's all because man just won't." As I've looked back on my every lie and all my loves, believe me when I say, man will always leave you ( lonely), while, " Our ( Lord) will forever and always be right, there by our sides and he's ) everything that we'll ever, ever need, because HE's THE ONE AND ONLY.