Best Pitts Poems
She came to me this dark sad day, wanting to go but ordered to stay. Locked
behind these cold metal bars. I long for the day to count the stars For I can no
longer walk these lands For ending the life of another, by my own to hands. From
his body the blood did spill. From lapse of judgment I proceeded to kill. This
crime will haunt me so. To the land of death and shadow I shall surely go...
For this my seventh year, his eyes I keep seeing in my dreams. For un
forgiveness the thing I fear. Living alone inside my cell, I pray to the lord God to
save me from the fierier Pitts of hell. I remember the day I took the life of another;
being only eighteen I received the rage in the eyes of his mother. They say
murder is an unforgivable sin. If I could go back in time I would do it again...
For the courts allowed him to go, no punishment for abusing my only child. After
the judgment I grew wild. Vengeance had completely overtaken me. Blood was
the only thing I could see. Each and every night while I lied in bed, to kill that man
was the only thing in my head. I was ordered by the courts not to talk to him and
to stay away. I go to visit my son's grave; my blood boils hotter each and every
day. I know now what is needed to be done. I decided to go to the pawn and buy
myself a handgun.
Now these uniformed men have handcuffed me and are leading me down a dark
hall. Each footstep as loud as a thunderclap at each fall. The priest that walks
beside me is telling me to ask forgiveness and the lord God shall set me free.
For now I am strapped to this stainless steel table. Placing a needle in my arm,
moving I am unable. Then I hear a whisper from above, my child I have forgiven
you. You have received a father’s love.
For
those who dream.
Categories:
pitts, devotion, imagination, uplifting, god,
Form:
The Mathematics of Love
The Mathematics of love are quiet simple really
Though we may think
Some algorithmic logistic
Imparts some spiritualist medium of the heart
Perhaps some benign logic
Of arithmetic fractions
Seconds
Multiplications
Doodle numbered connections
And additions
Of lets say
Hair
Auburn
Brunette
Eyes
Brown
Blue
Smile wide
Lips soft
Figure
Breasts
Muscles
Six pack
Legs
Cute butt
And Marilyn Monroe’s blonde of
Brad Pitts
All
Or so we think
Earn their decimal places
And then again fates quasi Phi
Of destinies numerology
Can’t explain why
A circles circumference
Never quite meets
In eternity
Predictions in logarithms
Tables of calculated emotions
Are tapped and squared rooted
To the power of x2
And by the beauty of numbers
And the power of their equations
Set in motion the moment of turbulence
Which equals chaos
Fractal forms of
How a beating heart
Communicates
To its soul
But the mathematics of love
Is very precise
Simple really
In the convoluted calculus
Of Roman numerals
Add
One
Love
And throw the complexity
Of perfection
Into disarray
And still
The answer
Is
One
Subtract
One
Love
And throw the complexity
Of perfection
Into disarray
And still
The answer
Is
One
Categories:
pitts, funny, lovepower, , cute,
Form:
Free verse
You say you know me, Then tell me what Im about
Because from where im sitting im seriously in doubt
You can depict me, to anything that you think
I'll tell you who I am, with indelible ink
Im the type of guy you love to hate
Always hyper with a lot on my plate
Im find enjoyment in the littlest of things
I meet new people and somehow just cling
I've been through hell, but im still standing tall
Ive sank before but I have yet to fall
I have seen things no teen should have seen
Been stuck in a lot of situations, just caught up in between
I have been in trouble a couple of times with the law
I've taken girls breathe and have left them in awe
Im not as normal as you would guess
Im not saying Im weird or my life is a mess
Im just saying that I dont beleive in being like others
I am my own, no need to smother
Im creative, inteligent and yet to strong
Learned from my past realized some of it was wrong
But most of all, Im proud to say my name
It's me, myself and I, there isn't any shame
Either like me or hate me
Cause at the end of all time I will know it is who Im suppost to be
God made me with the influence of making me great
He knows I can do it, no matter the state
He gave me powers and the ability to suceed
And its in my hands to not concede
Never give in to this pressure the worlds admits
Because my name speaks truth, Trevor Thomas Pitts
Categories:
pitts, lifeme, me,
Form:
Rhyme
lingering embers lay smoldering out
fingers searching through ashes
rearranging, but always in doubt
to find all of the matches
re-piece all that matters
the dull glow lingers, hanging around
forcing my hands to shake
scattering remnants, moving about
escaping my baleful gaze
forever til the end of days
the lovely burn, or what so was thought
has drained me of all my ways
forever in flee, but finally caught
shes caught me, and so i'll stay
never to go away
rekindling a fire, set it ablaze
see how long its tongues last
no, not yet, I'm not ashamed
the warnings shall never pass
our love has shaped the glass
let sands pour, sinking in time
extinguishing all the fire
a grain for each second that i'm,
slowly becoming the liar
slowly becoming so tired
and once more the flames have gone
forever to never be anew
the future in the smoke has shown
of eyes so coldly blue
forever without you..
Christopher R. Pitts
12/1/12
Categories:
pitts, devotion, loss, lost love,
Form:
Quintain (English)
A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.
Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.
Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment flirtatious smiles.
Wedding guests accompany
a bride and groom
who set their basic blue
amidst the foil
of dappled bloom
and celebrate their day
with words they’ve learned to say.
Then from a group home crowd
a single swain steps forth
and casts his gaze on all around
and asks the god,
“O where is my Marilyn;
who took my Marilyn away?”
I cannot answer him
and the god above,
as silent as a stone,
appears to have no power--
no balloons or wedding bells
or maps to Love’s sweet bower.
When the saddened lover asks again,
"O Marilyn; who took my Marilyn away?"
she appears,
not taken, only loaned,
to trees and flowers
and charmingly atones
for all her wandering.
Standing before the door,
she smiles broadly at her lover.
I see him see her.
Our hearts soar.
Categories:
pitts, assonance, celebration, flower, love,
Form:
Rhyme
cant believe the make believe
and speak as it was spoken
forced to bite my tongue
and break into the ocean
slipped off ledges filled with glass
and entangled in frustration
the water left its mark, and passed
and stole me from inflation
sinking down i begin to think of things i never knew
like why the grass is greener, and what if it was blue
the colors my eyes have seen could be different all the same
from yours or there's or anyone's, and those whose sights restrained
the smell of salt and scales, have filled me once again
and left me without thought of hope and breathing to begin
all life was lost, it was my past, distraught and always broken
to begin where i had once began, and strive towards the ocean
fought with sea and ship, with bays and freshwater shores
to end up sinking once again, in thoughts that could be yours
the hole inside my lungs collapse and fill me with the void
the water taking back its past, and culling me to shore
i rise and rise till all i see, is hidden in a dream
i wake to find the water soaked, into my shaky skin
burning lungs and boiling eyes, from pressures of the base
the things i see have taken shape, brought me into shame
the legs i flail, and arms i toss, have helped me once before
but all has changed, and all is lost, to the ocean floor.
-Christopher R. Pitts
Form: verse?
*was one of the first poems i wrote that made me want to keep writing. i still love reading it.*
Categories:
pitts, angst, childhood, fear, growing
Form:
to light our path
our mind has shown
the way for every step
but still we have
so little unknown
of the steps we all have left
Christopher R. Pitts - Non Premium Member
12/1/12
Categories:
pitts, introspection, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
Damn I'm late. Time moves slow but, sure as the devils footsteps. Ever so lightly
as sin and time passes by. Damn I'm late. Time is creeping up on you like the
sure death of cut wrists, and the running out of air in this box shape life. Damn
I'm running late, and there is nothing I can do about it, like the ones doomed and
placed aside for the Pitts of hell. So why rush, why run, why wish, or hope. I'm
already late. So I guess sorry would be my reasoning for lateness, and time
would be my reason for my sorries.
Categories:
pitts, on work and working,
Form:
Bio
I sit here thinking about you
all the things you have gone threw
so mature for being such a young girl
everthing you shouldnt have gone threw in this world
The pain is over... I am here... your knew start
your other half the beat to your heart
never give it up..always remember
when you have me...its always and forever...
forget your anger...drown your tears...
Your man who loves you Trevor Thomas Pitts will always be here.
Categories:
pitts, love
Form:
Rhyme
MONDAY
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed,
There's a mind numbing pain at work in my head.
Wash my hair and comb my face,
Something died in my mouth, where's the toothpaste?
Grab a quick bite of breakfast and rush out the door,
Can't find my car keys, they fell on the floor.
Finally find them and start the car,
I'm gonna be late, well that's about par.
Hit every stop light on the way to work,
Look down and notice there's a stain on my shirt.
Forgot to let Spike out, he's crossing his legs,
Have to go back, this morning's the dreggs.
The absolute bottom, the pitts, it's the worst!
What else could happen, it seems that I'm cursed!
Wait a minute, it's Monday, first day of the week,
No wonder this day has begun so bleak.
Come ahead Monday, get it over with now!
I've got bon bons and chocolates and a little brown cow,
To soothe and to comfort my poor shattered nerves,
And to bind and to buffer the slings and the curves;
Do your worst Monday,
Come on, have a fit,
You can't scare me,
I have chocolate!
Judy Ball
(Afterall, chocolate is an emotional band aide)
Categories:
pitts, angst, funny, work, day,
Form:
Couplet
Once again I'm here to testify
Beg your God to bless my life!
Senior citizens point me out as the devils advocate
So extravagant, A prisoner of my own arrogance
Passed a black rose and saw Satan blush
Harrassed so he chose hating a passionate rush
Satisfaction of seeing angels and demons lust
A mixture of culture
Draining elixir, like a blood thirsty vulture
From the bottomless pitts they've cursed this structure
And now I'm slipping into darkness
And I can't sleep
Pleasant dreams were promises
But I've fallen to deep
Now I'm just a lost soul slipping into darkness
Beat every factor but death
The secrets that time won't tell
The shadows and spirits that greed won't sell
Bless the date of my mothers final contraction
Eager thoughts of an innocents gurls erections
Knocked down the door
And told her to
"Close your eyes and spread your legs for your own protection"
You gone take this and with no objections
And if I ever find you
I won't bother to creep up behind you
Splice your tongue, make you remember my mom
Pass the memories around
Let em know you took advantage of a defenseless woman
And left her in the lost and found!
And now i'm slippin into darkness
And I can't sleep, I've fallen so deep
That now I'm slipping into darkness
Categories:
pitts, life, lost love, song-lost,
Form:
Free verse
she curses him
with
insults and curses
she speaks ill of him
and makes him target
in her verses
she screams to curse
and speaks to unravel
and her mind is sultled with shame
she wishes to undermind
and singles out parts
to cause him guilt and shame
make those who hinder more attractive
than we can have un tunting to tease
than like an animal
we'll stalk our prey
and bring him down to his knee's!
Categories:
pitts, adventure, analogy, angel, anti
Form:
Acrostic
A wonder! My eyes bloomed in the Sun,
a beauty, bright, has blinded.
Until, the Moon has set and hung,
above ashes, dust, and silence.
- Christopher Pitts 2/23/2020
Categories:
pitts, age, beauty, birth, death,
Form:
Verse
I am the son of the fallen Adam
I should've burn in Hades
But I've repented
I was wrap up tied up fallen
Headed for the burning Pitts
Now the life is right for midnights
But let me inform you JESUS is right
He is the light
Now I am ever so thankful
That JESUS was chosen
You are beholden
I choose to be engulfed in the flames
As I reslinquous my wordly father of lies Lucifer
How do I know you're father of lies
I know because I opened my spiritual eyes
Now I am so ever thankful
That JESUS was chosen
You are beholden
And just in case the world be wondering where I've been
It's not where I am but where I'm going
The justice is sentence by God's blessings
His grace is sufficient. His grace is my withness
I am blessed by the Son of the Lamb
I am
Mercy
Now am so thankful
That you JESUS were chosen
You are beholden
Written by James Edward Lee Sr©2017
July 15 2017
Categories:
pitts, beautiful, blessing, celebrity, christian,
Form:
Free verse
Coping
Now I have found I can “order things.”
I can talk to a store and describe what I want.
That way I have a friend with a voice,
And a doorbell that rings with a jaunt.
There is a person on the other side of the wall,
If only hidden by a mask,
A person to hand me a package,
A person a question to ask.
Isolation is the pitts,
When will it ever end.
I’m growing broke, though grateful,
God bless you my delivery friend.
Categories:
pitts, feelings, house, loneliness, solitude,
Form:
Light Verse