Best Roll Over Poems


Premium Member Roll Over Seuss

Like Many I loath  Politics 
But Worse "Censorship"  

Seuss a Racist ? Who's next ?
The pop-n-fresh doe boy


Thing One and Thing two
Is racial I must say
Everyone could see
It was written just that way

The only trouble that I have 
Is knowing who is best
Because they look Sooooo much alike
Its puts me to the test

I guess it's just because 
There's only One that's number One
Therefore number Two
Somehow is feeling shunned 

And why profile fish
Stating some are red or blue
I'm not sure which one's insulted
But I know that he should sue

The poor soul, that stole Christmas
And was called an awful name
He didn't mean to be a thief
It was his childhood we must blame

But it's good that there are people
Like Liberians in our schools
To choose for us which books are good
And which ones that are cruel
 
So before you toss the "Cat In Hat"
And don a righteous stare
Go out side your school to see
What flag is flying there.

Roll Over

Constant rambling:
I express the pain
Of being the same
For you,
All the friends you had befriended
Silly me! I didn't know
Were girls from long ago,
I shout at you "I cant be like them,
I am ME!..GOT IT....ahem ahem??"
You look at me with those lazy eyes,
Smirk and tell "Coke and ice,
Floyd and Rock is all i need,
You are just my guilty greed".
© Iman Roy  Create an image from this poem.

I Cant Reach the Knife In My Back, So I Cant Roll Over While Sleeping-

Can you turn 
Around and tell
Lies with your eyes
And fibs with your face
Because it hurts 
To see your smile
Develop, superimposed
And not visible to the 
naked eye. It hurts to
see your childish 
“He hit me first!”
mentality suddenly slip
between the planes of 
maturity and loyalty.
And it hurts too much
to take this lying down,
‘cause the knife in my back 
really hurts when I try and 
roll over. Thanks for the
lesson, I soaked up your
soul with a sponge, to
be wrung out the next time
trust tells me a new story.


Premium Member The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting

The years will pass, calendars will endlessly roll over the land of forgetting,
But the moment I saw you, that moment suspended in the eternity of a gaze,
The flame of love kindled then will burn silently in the hidden corners of my heart,
Like a solitary lighthouse in the night, illuminating the secret paths of my soul.
Seasons will slip through the hourglass of time, distances will melt like snow in the sun,
People will change their masks daily, dancing on the ever-changing stage of life,
But my loyalty to you is like a nocturnal moth in love with the flame,
Smiling as it burns, gracefully accepting the fate of the consuming embrace.
I do not care for the shifting colors of this world, nor for traditions twisting in the wind,
Even your right to change belongs to you, like a boundless freedom,
But my love will remain the same; an unwavering rock against the furious waves of time,
Unchanged, unshaken, and infinite, a starlit sky watching silently over the night.
I will remain whatever your heart wishes me to be, an echo of your desires, a dream in which to lose yourself,
A silent shadow following your steps, a verse of an unspoken poem, a whisper of longing,
In this universe of ours, where love becomes a story written in the endless night stars,
And I become a traveler in time, keeping you in my soul as a priceless treasure.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Roll Up: Roll Over

In her words I find ore
Of grace through which I shore

And as the mix is deep, it gives ores
On which we ride our desire as horse

To make deposit bless her fish's roe
Making me feel better being her only hero

And as well; my heart: forever hers
Leaving no chance in gap per luck to others

Peeping at my heart afar through my hose
Unknown to them who I've planned to give rose
Whom shall make onlookers watch like foes

When at the end my world owned all to her
Reading her eyes to light moments so blur

After the night is free of the morning sore
And every flaw we permanently restore

Then, no one would ask-- "who is she?"
Each will shut h/her lips for no one will say sh!

The one who has always be in my own shoe
Of a truth without explanation shall definitely be shew.

Free Cee Sit Stay Roll Over Be Good

SIT- STAY- ROLL- OVER- BE GOOD

Stay stagnant right where you are now
because as for loving a man truly I truly 
    don't think you know how
I once thought we could get through anything that came
    our way
now I don't believe in a god damned word you say

stay stagnated in one single place
but remember when you do, if you care, you lose
  my loving embrace
because there is no doubt in my mind you know how 
  extreme my love for you is and will always be
but as they say “there are none so blind as he who will not 
  see”

there is one thing I know and that is you will remain blind
but one day you are going to turn around and regret that 
which you left behind
because all I want is to live an ordinary life with a woman
  I am willing to do anything for
but in order for me to do that I have to walk permanently 
  out this front door

so stay where you are and die remembering you once had
  a chance
the  ways and means to do a never ending slow and romantic
   dance
but i'm tired of wanting to dance and there's one thing this
   foolish man knows
and that is lately when we dance you keep stepping on my
   toes

you have no clue how much I will miss you but i've had 
   quite enough
enough of your orders, inconsistencies and insincere 
  statements and this is no bluff
i'm going to leave behind the one person who can be my
  rock

but I refuse to remain here just another one of your f*cked
  up flock
    © 2012......(c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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