Best Run A Mile Poems
Fake face
Fake smile
Fake voice
I'll run a mile
Yes master
No master
Of course master
Now master
Gothic witch
Gothic dream
Your downfall
In my smile
Eyes radiating
False adoration
Your spell
Oh so vile
Empty words
Empty syllables
I'll empty out
Your lies
Cold iron
Strong will
My claws ripping
At your heart
Claws ripping
Blood dripping
My icy,
gleeful smile
Fake face
Smashed
Fake smile
Thrashed
Fake voice
Silenced
You don't fool me
Anymore
I lie to myself I don't know who I have become.
I am a wife a daughter, a sister and also a mum.
I put on a mask for the world to see.
but underneath it all do they really know me.
I'm a shadow, a fake a perception of who I should be.
when underneath it all,
I really just want is to be free.
Not free in the sense of running away.
but free in the sense I do things my way!
I have been through so much, that is why I am I so sad.
I did what I wanted the good and the bad.
I feel lost alone and forever in denial.
the life that I have chosen it makes me want to run a mile.
I love my husband my kids and I wouldn't change a thing.
but I feel trapped and uneasy like a bird that cannot sing.
Free like a bird is what I want to be,
free like a eagle soaring through and around the highest tree.
I want to perch on the heavens and look down from up above.
because where I am trapped I am not feeling any love.
I Have two sides the good and the bad,
I mimic sometimes happy and sometimes sad.
I Will find the thing that centres me one day,
until that time all I can do is stay.
Its big yellow eyes staring in a glare
while I huddle up to my mother in quite a scare
His big as can be lips gives me a smile
while I want to get up and want to run a mile
His ugly big tomato like nose
Is in my face as a sit there like I just froze
His orange hair that gives me a scare
While his big eyes giving me a glare
of fear.
My Broken Life
All my life I have been running from the sting of the knife
My Dad never provided enough
Which eventually just made me tough
As a child I was wild
I didn’t know what was right
And always got into fights
On the street I had to stay on my feet
And be careful for however I meet
Most of the time there were guns
And I would have to run
My Dad was so bad
It made me sad
You see; he was on drugs
And all I ever wanted was a stupid hug!
I felt like I had to run a mile
Just to see if he could make Mom smile
I could see the lies in his eyes
All I ever wanted was to lie in bed and cry
I got abused left confused and bruised
And I wanted to do was blow a fuse
My Dad didn’t hurt me just a tad
It made me so mad
But I was too scared of the horrors
Behind my bedroom door
I never left it because I knew my father was in dept
And never to except I was there
Just to listen to him be mad and swear
There was no food on the table anyways
Because my Dad was stuck in his drunk daze
My life was something I thought I couldn’t fix
Only at the age of six
Then one day my Dad got fired
And Mom was sick and tired of being with him
And in bed I laid
I overheard my Mom say she was not going to stay
And was going her separate way
My heart started to rapidly pump
And I felt like I just hit a big bump
I thought life wasn’t fair
And my armor that I wore just tore
It was so sad watching her walk out that door
So now a days when I hear my father’s name
It brings me pain and shame
So my life just broke I tripped over the rope
And started to smoke loosing hope
I didn’t have a dime my mind was lost in time
But then everything changed when I wrote down that rhyme
I started to win no more sin just had my mind and my pen
My life started to happen and then I was rap’ in
Then before you know I was behind that curtain ready to put on a show
Everything was working
No more hurting.
I would take my bow
And live for the now
Do not just stand there
By the door laughing at me.
I can read your mind.
Your love for me gone.
Now clinging to someone else.
I can read your mind.
Now I do not care.
Where you go away today.
I can read your mind.
Do not turn around.
Try to explain why to me.
I can read your mind.
Do not ask my thoughts.
For you would run a mile if,
You could read my mind.
If You Could Read My Mind
Your first gaze at me, pierced me through my
heart,
This strange feeling flew at me like a dart.
You said hello, and I replied,
Than you gave me a hug and I felt like my
everything bad just died.
Than you left me for some time and kept my
heart warm wot you smile,
It was so beautiful it had me run a mile.
I was very shy but I fought through it,
Than you asked me to see you, and Thats when
I finely knew it.
You laid between me as if you were meant to
be,
And than your angel cheek rubbed against me,
and my soul felt it was free.
On our way home I was thinking allot, and I
found out that I like you to much,
But this next visit will all depend on your next
touch.
Why am I holding on to something that's gone.....
Why does my heart still aches for you...
Why does my sunshine rest in your smile
Why when I see you I feel like I can run a mile....
I get it I know....
I'm still in love...
~Liberated504
I heard drums kick in. Now I hear that music. Wait, What's THAT?!
(Sung to HELLO, I LOVE YOU by the Doors.)
Oh, yeah, she's swaying, so get out of her way.
Oh, no, she's stopping now, she's looking my way.
Oh, yeah, sashaying and she won't be defied.
Oh, no, a goddess who just won't be denied.
She's drops her glasses low
Just to watch me sizzle slow.
She coos just like a dove.
The panther purrs steamy summer love.
Oh, yeah, she's swaying, so get out of her way.
Oh, no, she's stopping now, she's looking my way.
Oh, yeah, sashaying and she won't be defied.
Oh, no, a goddess and she won't be denied.
Her curves turn tight and free.
A brand new form of geometry.
Her eyes like lasers, melting men into mush
When she styles, she gives me such a rush.
Why Am I Bending To Those Strings?!
She bobs her head and her luscious mane.
Now she’s off to tease in a faster lane.
Do you want to see her coyly smile?
If she gave an inch, would you run a mile?
Oh, yeah! Oh No!
Oh, Yeah! Oh, No! Oh yeah! Oh, No! (Repeat and fade out :)
And underneath it all is heard:
She’s fine. Divine. She’s all that a man would crawl for.
My mommas warning me…Rock, yeah
Go on, baby, I’m yours, you’re mine… Yeah…
One more chance to glance at you,
one more time to dine with you,
one more chance to share with you,
one more time to walk with you.
Dear to love you, dear to trust you,
dear to run a mile with you,
one more time to stir my emotions,
one more chance to get that promotion.
You have teased me with your mysterious frown,
and dragged me through the busy town,
making me wait for seven days,
and piercing me with your melodic phrase.
Climbing mountains and steep rocks,
glancing at your winding clock,
from the Forbidden City in the Far East,
I came to you on bended knees.
One more chance to listen to you,
One more time to embrace you,
One more chance to hope for you,
One more time to dance with you.
Standing against the kissing wall,
You make me feel very tall,
Oh how I yearn for enjoyment,
my bleeding soul long for contentment.
Long days and sleepless nights,
I wait for you until broad day light,
One more chance to sing with you,
One more time to say I love you.
©2013 Christine Phillips
Just one look you make my heart fly, with your deep round eyes darker than the night sky,
Just one touch,
Sweet life giver, make me run like a river, burn like a fever, just one smile can make me run a mile,
Cos baby, baby, baby, you’re here to simplify my life , you’re here to amplify my soul, baby you’re my life and baby you are my goal..
Don’t deny my love, I can see it in your eyes,
I`d give the world to be with you, I`d give the heaven in the skies..
I love you so much baby, I `d even let you win, but I can’t let you go,
Cos to lose you would be sin
Cos baby, baby, baby, you’re here to simplify my life , you’re here to amplify my soul, baby you’re my life and baby you are my goal..
Just one look you make my heart fly, with your deep round eyes darker than the night sky,
Just one touch,
Sweet life giver, make me run like a river, burn like a fever, just one smile can make me run a mile,
Cos baby, baby, baby, you’re here to simplify my life , you’re here to amplify my soul, baby you’re my life and baby you are my goal..
Bounce, Scream, silence run
raise money for having fun
Sing hop sprint and shout
show Africa what we care about
Bounce for 6 hours or run a mile
make money to see children smile
sell cakes and dye your hair
let the world know we really care!
There's lots of play to underwear.
I'll try to be discreet.
It stretches to contain my boys
Who hang down t'wards my feet.
Elastic waistband hugs my hips,
Prohibiting their fall,
Much better than the outerwear
Worn by Neanderthal.
The Romans got the bright idea
From need to urinate.
They caught themselves so many times
In skirts of metal plates.
They learned that they could run a mile
As fast as they could go,
For loincloths kept their schlongs in place,
No flopping to and fro.
The greatest change from Caesar's day
To present day's sublime
Was the addition of a slit
For smoother exit time.
Of course some men like to be loose
And go with boxer shorts.
And if the fruit escapes the loom,
The girls will scream retort.
We can't forget those winter johns,
With trap door buttoned tight.
They're great for freezing temp'ratures.
Men wear them day and night.
But ladies have their negligees
Of silk and flimsy lace.
They do not wrinkle or bunch up
And beckon men to chase.
And now the reason for this post.
It's not a waste of ink.
One of my duties here at home
is at the kitchen sink.
My wife cooks all my fav'rite meals.
I clean up when we're done.
The other night someone snuck up.
The culprit was my son.
He and his wife were at the house
For supper, ham and beans.
He grabbed the wasteband of my shorts
And pulled them from my jeans.
He lifted them up t'wards my neck.
He wedged them in my crack.
He yanked and tugged, and tugged and yanked
And laughed behind my back.
He called out to my family
To show them what he'd done.
The tears were running down their cheeks.
It was a load of fun.
But from now on, I've made a change
And at the sink I sing.
I started wearing my wife's thongs.
He can't wedge those old things!
when I was young I could run a mile
now I watch the track with a smile
these legs are not like before
in fact they feel quite sore
folks say it's a stage
it's the last page
it is called
the old
age
When the poems sound ordinary,
change your pattern of life.
Live more than write awhile.
Go out and run a mile.
Get yourself a new wife.
Visit an observatory.
Sit and zone awhile.
Witness something vile.
Fall deep in love.
Be reaped by love.
Break a woman's heart.
Get your heart broken.
Just press down the lead to start,
the only saving token.
Write, live with vigor
and unatched hunger
of madman intensity.
Lyrical festivity
may well be conjured.
I lie to myself I don't know who I have become.
I am a wife a daughter, a sister and also a mum.
I put on a mask for the world to see.
but underneath it all do they really know me.
I'm a shadow, a fake a perception of who I should be.
when underneath it all,
I really just want is to be free.
Not free in the sense of running away.
but free in the sense I do things my way!
I have been through so much, that is why I am I so sad.
I did what I wanted the good and the bad.
I feel lost alone and forever in denial.
the life that I have chosen it makes me want to run a mile.
I love my husband my kids and I wouldn't change a thing.
but I feel trapped and uneasy like a bird that cannot sing.
Free like a bird is what I want to be,
free like a eagle soaring through and around the highest tree.
I want to perch on the heavens and look down from up above.
because where I am trapped I am not feeling any love.
I Have two sides the good and the bad,
I mimic sometimes happy and sometimes sad.
I Will find the thing that centers me one day,
until that time all I can do is stay.