Best Stoped Poems
Violinist
Of all human evils
That happend in history
Bigger than Holocaust
It was not, and it will not be.
One Violinist was there
His life was violin string
He made the bloody nest there
Im telling you everything.
He had to wear the star
Because he was a Jew
That star was like a scar
For bloody nazi crew.
So he was the artist
Who reached the nazi camp
He was the one of the smartest
Anyway, he got a stamp.
At first, he had faith and hope
He fought as he knew and could
But slowly, he melted like soap
And totally surrendered.
The nazi butcher dug his eyes
Just because he looked at him
He felt like he dies
Nazi enjoyed his scream.
After that, he was like a shadow
He didnt look like a human being
He became dark, like a crow
He stoped to feel anything.
They called him once, to play,
The villains wanted it so
Their will was the only way
And only words that slaves know.
They found some old violin
And they gave it to him
Teached by their discipline
Inside that horrible brim.
He took it with his hads bony
His frail hands tremble
And in the depths of his agony
As human he resemble.
Violine on his chin fits
He plays, without eyes
From the empty eye pits
He almost feels like he cries.
Without his eyes, taken
It seems to him like he dreams
Old memories are awaken
Like he is out, it seems.
The butcher suddenly begin to sangs
He smells his horrible breath
Like beast, with sharp and bloody fangs
He sings of blood and death
He cast a violin,
After the verses of blood
He couldnt listen that terrible sin
From mouth of evil dud.
He desired death, and death came
He doesn't want to beg for his head
Every day is awful and same
Without eyes, he feels dead.
The wicked man fired at him
Brutally, without shame
He fell into mud, by the violin
His blessed End came.
But than, a miracle happened,
The miracle happen to chosen one
He saw his last sunset, blind
And to the Heaven his soul gone.
Zlatko Bato Zivkovic
three years ago today
i still regret you went away
though tears have dried
and crying stoped
you seemed to live within each drop
the words i use everyday
three years ago from today
i cry for you this very way
today's no different from anyday
i mintioned you on many days
and touch the things with death
you gave
i wish the wish i always have
to be with you as i once had
i haunt the places you use to be
how i got there is a mystery to me
not by my power but maybe Gods
these three years have been real hard
beggining with you my greatest loss
what could i gain that you it cost
today is the day i could go mad
and tell them all that i was sad
today a day to destroy myself
but concentrate on something else
today's a day for me to use
to show the world my bitter blues
but prove a fool for love sake
as if three years it did'nt take
[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17th. which is
To Write Love On Her Arms Day. im hoping to come up with a better one before than. but i
still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ]
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my struggle,
my fall downs,
&& all the breakdowns.
this is about every wound i placed upon my body.
over 60 self inflicted wounds,
that as my story went on they began to heal.
i stoped writing "give up"
i began to write love on my arms
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my past.
how it haunted me for years,
&& how im still running from some of it.
this is how i went from a hood rat,
to me actually caring about myself.
i began to write love on my arms
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand.
i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7.
i started to look at life through sober eyes.
i began to write love on my arms
&& as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved.
i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades.
&& even though i am still in healing,
my story is not over.
&& it will never be.
i still write love on my arms
I was with her at School,
but She got lost in a crowed.
I remained there at School,
With Tear drops on the ground.
Tararaah...Tararaah...
Rain drops on the ground.
In the rain I was standing like a Fool,
In the rain I was standing like a Mule!
My mind was telling me to go Home,
My heart was telling me to put that on Hold!
The wind was cold, I called and the Phone was droped.
Ttwaaah...On the ground, the Phone was droped.
I picked it, still ringing, I Heard her
singing,
"My Pride, My Joy, My Everything!"
As I was listening, the phone stoped
ringing.
Dwaaah! The lightning and Roses on my
feet.
Damn! I'v been day dreaming,
She is not coming, I'v been thinking!
This should be our Parting,
Cause Today She's partying and not
knowing that I still fall for Her!
#TrueColours
MLaMellzWritings2016
I look back to who I once was...
A shadow of a former me?
Or a shadow of a hidden me...
Once loving, compassionate and kind,
Always putting others before,
Loving all, giving all, all in all.
Wearing its heart on its sleeve,
Only to have it scorned and criticized,
To have it thrown in the dust of too muchness,
For it's glare was too bright,
It could not be looked upon,
It could not be understood..
For where does such a love originate,
For why would it be that one would love another so,
Without price or without thought,
But there was a price,
A price paid in scars, pain and numbness,
Paid by the giver, all in all.
A heart trampled in dust over and over,
until deeper and deeper it goes,
out of sight, out of pain,
Where no more it's shine can be seen,
No more it's warmth can be felt,
No more can it be trampled upon.
Yet still if you listen closely,
it's murmur can be heard,
If you peer through the thickets,
a shimmer can be caught,
If you pass by - while the gates are open - you will see it smiling at you with arms wide open,
wanting to embrace all once more, wanting to tell all that this love was born from the selfless love of another, a love that gave all and thought nothing of itself, a love that just gave and gave and never stoped giving, was born from the love of a mother who taught it how...
Me now travol trom home
To town me find a lot of pipo running away
Me don know wat has happened
Me suddenly find da police van pull up
Dey say they want to take me
I ask dem wat I have done
Da police laugh and dey hit me in da belly
Me triy to run dey thro me down
One police man shouted he didn't do wrong
Me triy to say dey hit me in da belly
Now wat happened was a night mare
They hit me in da belly
Dey rolling me like a chicken
Dey called me thief
Dey kicked me a lot but me started to cry
Dey laugh and laugh but I stoped to cry
Now what happened was heaven
I got up I hit one in head
And he started to cry
Den suddenly all of dem ran after me
Me started to shake almost urinated
Suddenly dey caught me den me started to sing
Dey laughed dey laugh
Den I started to remove my cloths
Dey now thot I was mad person
Dey quickly got back in the van as they thot dey caught da wrong person
Den me ran home
I told my mom dat was so close
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
Ssss.....
Splendour smooth sound that sounded severally sometime ago,
Smoothly stealthy sensating my soul.
Sound sounding second by second significantly,
saying ''I love you Thabiso'' not even swallowing a single saliva spit.
Sweet semibreve singsong sounding siphoned from sun set side.
Sexy but not sex slavish,
Just sound sizzling like a snake hizzling.
When slamming slang its signs that theres something serious.
Smooth sound not simple to slay or slip someone slow or solvenly.
Slender with smashing smile and sound splitting my feelings into smithreens.
Soften sonare that sneaks me sodden,meaning saturated.
Souvenir sound deserving sovereign.
Sound sounding smooth like special strings playing in sovereign's ceremony,
spick and span spontaneously stabling spirit putting stamina,
not from stammer but someone stimulating,stupendous,streamlining.
Stereophonic sound that makes me sweat.
I'm not swagging its just that i still remember her sweet swansong swaying
systematic sound as if it sounds from someone from synagogue.
Since from this voice appeared in my dreams.
I stoped snoring and started to have sweet dreams in my sleep.
You will never know when its the end,
but after telling that''I'm in love with the voice''its the end.
This was just a deram
love is so hard to requite
when sin has killed desire
where there was once a desprite need
now the smoke of an extinguished fire
the empire where there was a throne
that sparkled with streets of gold
crumbled into disrepair
a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold
love was an idol truely a god to behold
a million promises to ones self
over and over told
dilusions of grandure
and hopes that lured the way
a blindness created
that explained iniquities away
an unselfish giving as love would endure
a life style of living
with a dream soundly secured
writen in stone this thing so pure
proteceted by my love so sure
until that day... until that day
yet i have never stoped loving you
with all my power
i cannot pause my affection
for one single hour
mine is to suffer endlessly
and to never forget your name
from this day forward
I'll always feel the same
i'll always take you back
no matter what you do
it's a given fact
that i'll always love you
no matter what you are to me
you'll always have my heart
no matter what you do to me
you'll always own a part
so with this wounded heart
i still give my life to you
with a foolish heart
i swear my love to you
Straight out of prison
Wondering what I've been missing
Right out of the gates I stuck out my thumb
A van load of hippies
All from Mississippi
Stoped and asked, hey dude...what's going on
I'm here for adventure
Well hop in then Mister
Adventure is what we're all about
Now where we're all going
There's no way of knowing
A van of hippies and parolee freshly let out
We ended up in Disney
Me and all of the hippies
Where we had caboodles of fun
We met Mickey and he saw it
When I lifted his wallet
Now we're in the Magic Kingdom all on the run
We split in different directions
To throw off detection
It's A Small World is where I made my mistake
With that song stuck in my head
It's a fate worse than death
Prison now sounds like a wonderful place
We rendezvoused in
The Pirate's Of The Caribbean
Where soon after, in came the law
We all jumped from our boats
Splashing around in the moat
And had ourselves a good old fashioned pirate brawl
We soon made our escape
Out of exit door 88
Finding ourselves in Frontier Land at night
Where in the middle of the street
Were Mickey, Donald, and Goofy
All with guns strapped to their sides
We ran into a shop
And bought guns on the spot
All with Mickey's money...he's a mouse of a man
Mickey squeeks we're going to ruff you up
As Goofy holds up the cuffs
And Donald says something we can't understand
We had a shoot out
With cap guns no doubt
After all Disney runs a safe place
Ran out of caps in our guns
Which stopped our lives on the run
The wrath of Mickey we all now would face
After justice's hammer
I'm now back in the slammer
This time I made my own prison bed
Now I cry every day
What more can I say
With It's A Small World still stuck in my head
Fenced around, locked up in your own place.
hundred years i remember, wall with wars.
wall surounded with horrors, holding their devastated weapon,
mini weapons set close to the wall, tearing apart our fleash,
separating our children from us, husbands from wives.
from generation to generation , these horrors changed the wall form,
still pleaing deeply into our flesh.
if we cross the wall they shoot.
mothers without children,
fathers without children,
children without parents.
all separeted.
What a wall, i remember.
east and west , the horrors divided
with this wall.
This wall was made for selfish desire.
Those pass through it were shoot, those who
pass under it were still shoot.
We swimmed and swimmed ,
some got druned, doing it for the first time
alot were shut, i survived .
this wall is a calamity.
Air, the only way to pass through it, but am not rich.
i fought for my right, to destroy the wall,
but i died, the wall killed me.
Before going to that war, i prayed
for the wall to be distroyed.
He answered my prayer, the war was stoped,
but the wall liveth. I knew because am dead.
These present generation dumiest, just made the wall an
historical statue.
They dont know what we pass against that wall.
We are all dead, but lucky she(wall), she liveth.
She is still alive, let us rest and leave them to face
their phase.
{THE BERLIN WALL}
legs bouncing more than normal
mind streched in a million diffrent ways
Chest begins to tighten
my head starts to lighten
Energy build up
overflowing like a cup
hands shake
mind break.
panic rising
energizing.
Can't sit still.
shaking gets stronger
I
cant
Think
strait.
Hands
need
to
move
Air
Shrinks
from
my
lungs
can't breathe
can't breathe
can't breathe
can't breathe
Forcing my self to take a shallow breath
Heart rate speeding
logic is fleeting
Limbs shaking
fear creating.
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vision gets shakey
I
c a n t t h i n k s t r a i t
I take a breath
limbs shaking
teeth chattering
yet not from cold
to my sanity I must hold.
I take a breath
mind blank
yet buzzing at the same time
I take a breath
Letting the air crawl into my lungs
pushing out the rest
I take a breath
my hands slow their dance
shoulders retreat from my ears
I take a breath
hands stop and take a bow
their dance has stoped
I feel the spastic energy
slowly working its way out
leving thought my feel
Leaving me drained.
Limbs heavy
molten lead walking in my veins
to lazy to even run
Head lolls to the right
eyes staring off
sleep begging to win
done shaking
so tired
so sleepy
at least
I'm done
shaking
It had been a long train ride for me then and it had been fun
I was coming home after Marine Corps training was finished and my tour had just begun
So I had thirty days of leave to enjoy before I had to report for duty
And this train ride home for me was just perfect to relax and enjoy the extreme beauty
I boarded this train called "The El Capitan" a streamliner fully equiped for joy and ease
In Los Angeles on that early November morning, full of good feelings and very pleased
The scenery was fantastic throughout the entire trip as I watched from the upper dome
It was a special car for observing with tables to play cards or eat as we hurried on home
The landscape was ever changing and so many times I was fantastically in awe
The mountains and the desert and the flat lands and the crops so much I still recall
The old train stations where we stoped for a short time to let people off and on
And the complete aura of it all including the pipe smoke, cigars, fragrances cologne
The scenes were a wonder and the people were quite varried and seemed jolly
My trip came to an end, we pulled into the old Union Station in Kansas City, " by golly"
And my folks were there to greet me and we hugged and cried and loved and went home
And it was a perfect ending to my trip that I had enjoyed so much in that dome
when i fell in love i felt like i could be my self
now that my love is gone it kills
when i fell in love i felt like i me and him were the only people in the room.
but now that that love is gone it kills me in side.
when i fell in love my friends stoped careing about me.
i hope when you fall in love you dont scruew it up like i did.
bc i scrued up i might have lost the bes person in my life.
and a nuther thing dont give up on your self just because no body loves you at that momment. love jodyrobinson
I thinketh of thee daily, in the morning, in the afternoon and in the night.Oh if thee only kneweth my heart longs for thee deeply. Oh I beseech thee dearest maiden to cometh over many fields and searcheth for thine lover in the gardens where he lays waiting for thee, calling out for thee by name.
Dearest love I implore thee my heart has not stoped aching for thee touch. For I know a taste of thee is better and sweeter than any honey!Oh find me lover find me!
Oh dearest love I lay awake in tears as my bodie quivers at the sound of thee’s name, making me feel like I’m a burning flame, that nothing can quench except for thee.
Oh dearest love my heart sings for the joy at the sight of thee’s arrival! Yes love I knoweth thee’s journey to me was far. Henceforth, to whence thee goest I shall go. For my heart is not able to be apart from thee any more. For I melt at the sight of thee’s fine beauty everytime I see thee. Oh dearest love, saith forever I ‘m thines lover, and forever thee shall be mine.