Best Whoever Poems
WHOEVER DOESNT READ THIS IS A CHUMP
Categories:
whoever, animals, depression, faith, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
I don't know if I'll be back this time.
Time enraptures me,
Seduces me into places I know for too
long.
A million faces but they'll never feel like
home,
I got too close to the stone,
Heard marvelous stories
And wept when it ended,
And shared myself, do you hear me?
I lended.
I love you yet I must go,
The past is obdurate no matter how
Adamant you are.
And sometimes, it feels wonderful to say
goodbye,
To people,
Places,
Time,
New adventures forever on the horizon,
New suns to set on me,
And a million faces that'll tell me to go
home,
But I couldn't,
Because I am home.
These songs and stories I hear,
The winding alley ways to whom I'll
always hold dear
Because I've never been so close to home.
And I love you,
The million faces, I love them too.
I am home.
Categories:
whoever, freedom,
Form:
Alliteration
well, woman has been around for a while
hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
been known by many names starting with Eve
Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve
she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive
see her in twilight, creature in the dark
flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
think she has been here for just a few years?
think again, 'them' hills, they flow with her tears
woman has been teacher for aeons of time
wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "
around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
her time here with us, a mere interlude
battles over centuries, a bitter feud
with men from the past and future I'm told
man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
well-rounded dame or seriously slim
cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim
close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
words over-taking like a blast from the past
so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
leave you behind in the wake of her din!
what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
departure dreaming on a very long trek
maybe no point in moving on once more
the greater challenge is here at the door
as men they shout " I am invincible
I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "
late at night she now walks the floorboards
seeking a new role, a song with new chords
" where and when will I go, who will I be
will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "
men of the future and men of the past
treasure this woman as head of the cast
whenever, wherever, whoever you are
she will always twinkle, shine like a star
bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
make sure she stays and has a good time
but watch at midnight in case she's outside
all alone by the road hitching a ride
silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
then down to the port and onto a trawler
far out to sea where she thinks of those days
when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze
Categories:
whoever, allegory, woman,
Form:
Verse
And so, I have made up my mind, once more.
I have decided to depart, to bid this husk farewell.
In order to do that, I must save coins if I desire to save myself.
For with it, I will be able to buy my ticket out here to a more blessed realm or the eternal void. Either way, I will be winning.
I mustn't, any longer, feel the starvation of affection and no more I shall be fed by the crumbs of fleeting joy they toss at me.
Thoughts of finishing are always in my mind, flooding it, making hard to go day by day, making hard to sleep, to have hope.
I fail to see where the hope is, I like to think that it can be find inside of one's heart.
But even so, I think I am mistaken, and when I glance at myself in the mirror, I quickly lose any spark of what could-be hope.
With the aid of the metallic sling, I shall leave this husf behind, heavy with its sins and sorrows, to no more nourish hatred.
For it does only to hinder my advance towards elevation.
With my metallic sling, I shall pierce, first, my heart, where lies the sorrow, then, my mind, where resides the sins.
Whilst the life in me start to wane, regrets I will not have, when my consciousness fade, my spirit will be no longer be trapped inside this imperfect cage of flesh.
Being free, my spirit shall roam far and beyond to, before, unseen places by men, to untouched places by men.
Another day,someone inquired me "Are you happy now?" and for that I just said "Yes". How else could I have responded if not with a lie?
How could I tell them that I yearn for a premature closure in order to stop thinking and feeling but I also yearn for love.
"I am not absolutely happy, as per say, but I do suffer less when I am asleep" I could never say that to anyone...
Categories:
whoever, adventure, angst, confusion, courage,
Form:
Narrative
But now, I wonder "Will I have the bravery to follow?"
Demise shall follow if I am to attain redemption and cleanness of my sins that tarnish my soul.
Sometimes, I cling to yes, sometimes I cling to no.
When the dark clouds blur my sight, I ask myself "What is worth living for?", some believe in god, some in money or in even a more mundane wish.
I lack this one thing, I lack the purpose that would impulse me forward. But then, I speculate "For me, must be love", but what is love? I do not know, I am an strange to it, perhaps this wasn't reserved for everyone.
Well, one thing is right, my passing will not be mourned nor missed. It will go like the wind, now here then gone and noone noticed a thing.
Many leaves were shaken, many tears soiled the ground, yet, none of this was spotted by anyone.
To the people I did wrong "I am sorry, please, do forgive me".
To the people that hates me, hate me more, be genuine with it and be the fuel of this endeavor. Hurt me more, make me bleed, cut open my flesh, as he once did when I was an infant, paint the wall with my crimson tint...
Make me regret to have been born, actually, this will require little effort, since I already regret that.
My mind is set, termination is the way to go if I desire to do something good, at least once, in this life.
No hope can be spied nor a glimmering light to lead this one to safety.
In a colorless world, only with shades of black and gray, thoughts of demise haunts me day after day.
I see the people around me, at work, on the the streets, everywhere and I cannot help but to feel disgusted and out of place and helpless.
I am tired of pretending, behind my mask, I weep, behind their masks, they laugh at me.
I am tired of being fed by deceiving tales and to feed other with my lies.
The lies... It is everywhere, one must tread lightly between them, or else will fall their prey.
Categories:
whoever, angst, confusion, dark, death,
Form:
Narrative
No misleading innuendo, the universe will crescendo,
tuning the hearts of all resuming the art of fall and proceeding rise,
for when one die's so does part of another,
and for every father and mother there was one before,
so the chore's of life are waiting to to be adorned,
hearts need cleaning and the trash you've carried from the past can be deceiving,
so recycle the waste from your life and keep pace with what's right in your heart,
do your part and soon you will determine how far your definition of being a person takes you, find out what it takes to
attempt and not resent your chance to try,
for someone who never does is the exact reason why,
most people don't think love is worth it,
so they lay alone and keep the words with, the emotion behind staying still,
believe what your heart asks praying will come true,
and the pain for no reason won't numb too,
it will transgress from seem-less to life like the phoenix,
your free will shall be owned by no man,
but be aware of the applications program,
they construct tools to abduct your imagination,
they've found ways of attracting our natural fixations,
but be calm, you hold the world in the palm of your hands,
we lover's have plans for a peaceful world,
but only if you believe me, only if you're willing to stand up to the greedy
and put an end to oppression, upon my own reflection I find perfection from what's within us being exactly what we see around us,
stop waiting the god's have already found us,
they are wondering why we continue doing what hurts,
and remaining thinking life is just a curse..
but if we do nothing and wait we will be much to late for harmonious fate,
do your part and give gratitude, our earth depends on your attitude
no matter where your longitude or latitude is,
my absolute wish is for all to be loved, and when you look above
to the stars shining, know that light is reminding
of what will triumph over dark, for the tree of life has merely chipped its bark,
find what you love and find what you're willing to prove, wishing the world would change for peace, please remember I do too.
Categories:
whoever, freedom, happiness, nature, peace,
Form:
Free verse
I'm still kind
and still rewind.
Even though the disc
goes back to the beginning
automatically each time.
There's a lesson in life
for holding doors.
It depends how far away
the person is in seconds,
I believe it's 4.
Don't hold the door if the
person is more than 50 feet.
You don't want an old lady
sprinting through the street.
Throw egg shells away
don't put them next to the fresh.
You don't want that in your carton
because salmonella can lead to death.
Carry as many groceries
as you can in one hand.
The more bags in one hand
the more you are masculine.
If you're a man grow a beard if you can
and you might ask, what for?
The beard on a male human,
could be looked at as horns.
Be romantic and simple,
know your parter well
they're a keeper if they have dimples,
because their smile casts spells.
Check your ego at the door
check your needs at the door.
Regardless of your condition
or if it's a bad day, your mood.
Make life a happy endeavor
and take care of your brood.
Categories:
whoever, appreciation, care, encouraging, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Will you sing me a lullabye before I go?
Dear Mom and Dad, I want you to know
My young heart is beating, my eyes fill with tears,
I pray that your love will conquer your fears.
God knit me here, you are my lifeline,
Will you sing to me, sweet Mother of Mine?
If you do not want me, please give me away,
There are loving arms waiting that want me to stay.
You will think of me each day of your life,
And the doctor who tore me from you with his knife.
Why would you want us to suffer this pain?
If I'm lost forever, what would you gain?
My Daddy, Listen, can you hear my screams?
Help Me! I cry for you in my dreams.
A farewell lullabye, please sing to me, Dad,
The pain is so great and I am so sad.
My heart aches to see, to feel and to touch
The Mom and Dad who I love so much.
Will I never run, or sing, or play,
Or hear the kind things that mothers say?
I would love to see Grandma and play with toys,
And hug my Daddy like most girls and boys.
To money and things my parents are drawn,
But when their arms long to hold me, I will be gone.
The tears of the Angels flood Heaven today
As I join fifty million souls who perished this way.
We are crying our hearts out and trembling with fears,
But ours screams for mercy fall on deaf ears.
Does anyone out there have compassion for me?
When I was crying and in pain, you let me be.
You let me go and made me feel blue
Do you really know me the way you do?
Categories:
whoever, abortion, absence, birth, child,
Form:
Free verse
Take me
Hold me
Love me
I am a leaf in your breeze
Paint me my colours
And I will fall from the sky
Categories:
whoever, love,
Form:
Free verse
Day and Night I dream
Hoping to see what is out there for me
Yet I wonder if it was ever meant to be
That anyone would be able to see me
That is just another story
But hey, but whom am I to worry
They way ahead is all too blurry
Nonetheless, I will begin this journey
You will be everything I need
Without you I will not breathe
Truth be told I think about you all the time
Even though you're not even mine
Everyday my need for you gets stronger
The days of waiting keep getting longer
Maybe one day we will find one another
Who knows? We may already know each other!
This world might be huge
But you will still be my refuge
Please find me
Whoever you might be?
Copyright 2008 - Written by my Grandson, Steven Hobbs
Categories:
whoever, friendship, hope, inspirational, people,
Form:
All that was wet dream
A big dream now a life is dim
Yours gleam it seem
But we were once one a team
Gave you top creme de le creme
Until you started mentioning Kim
What was pure now insecure
So you were just the 'fitest' survival
You don't care where you fall
As long as you fake fall
Then there comes Paul
It goes you got a ball
Abortion is your call
No reason to stand tall
At all
Shame blame
Insane game
Shame blame
Insane game
Kill the soul
Curse your whole
Foul,fool,fall
Kill the Soul
Look for Paul
Get them all
No one to call
I need a birthday suit
A car key and wine in the boot.
Any single tool in put.
Hoot.hoot and pass
Give me something nothing lacking working,hacking.keep walking walking
I'm done thinking we were
We from far
Stop to care
Stop being fair
No more to share
All love is lost
Ready for the cost
Headed for the coast
Shake it off
off to single land
My heart at hand
my voice in my mouth
Ready for fresh vibes only
Positive vibes
From Kenya to the state
Cross the continent look for fate
Accept no hate,
Welcome love
Serve,have, nerve to love
Heart beat in bits of love
A ring on the finger
joy never hinder
Take it up with the energy of a rocket
Marry a poet.
Clean closet.
Marry a poet
Then clean closet
I am tired of wandering
Save me the wondering
Let me find you
Then stay with you
Never hurt you
Never leave you
Marry me a poet
Then clean my closet
Understand my pocket
Tame me
No shame me
Hot flame me with adoration
Take me....
Categories:
whoever, abortion, break up, cheer
Form:
Ballad
They caught me in the library—
Reading the selected poems of,
Whoever. When this day ends,
I feel as if someone lit a match
Inside my mouth.
When I walk down the aisles of books
Warped with titles by authors
Of obscure names
My fingers grasp complacently
The worn bindings
And I breath deep the toxic must
Of 300 years in a basement,
Maybe less.
The origin of pages promulgates the pasture(s)
Of my dreams, the dream of dreams, and
The dream of stars in the heavens of the other planets,
Not like this one
Where the cage of my figure must reside.
I don’t care about edits—
Instantaneous insanity is better.
I don’t care about raves
I’ll rave about a bad hair day
Before I listen to a pseudo-happy-rave
Of a wannabe pilgrim
A shrieking raven is more fascinating.
Categories:
whoever, angst, care, dream, care,
Form:
Free verse
If I’d only turned that corner …
or if you’d crossed that street …
if you hadn’t booked that sauna …
How come we didn’t meet?
If I’d joined the Belgian army,
or enrolled at Kansas State,
or if I’d passed on that pastrami …
so – is it now too late?
If I linger in DeSoto’s,
or step out, some freezing night:
if I stop to take some photos …
who knows? We might. We might!
Or must I say, no way, “me rindo”?
Or keep hoping for that glance?
If I gaze in Macy’s window,
will you jostle me, by chance?
So, will you stroll along Delancey
just by the Pitt Street turning?
Or are you, darling, just a fancy,
a figment of my yearning?
Categories:
whoever, romantic,
Form:
Quatrain
The make-up and clothes
doesn't make you,
You make the material.
Your eyes bring me to live,
But your smile is a killer.
I think your dimples are the
best feature.
Your beautiful heart is a
teaser,
For me to buy a ringer for your
finger.
If I had you,
I know I would be a winner.
I wanna keep you warm during
the winter.
You are perfect in my picture.
You make me wanna stand
with you,
In front of a preacher-Mario
Perez
Categories:
whoever, epicme, me,
Form:
Epic
If you chose her,
She must be right.
Beautiful, smart, clever, sweet
Anything you'd ever imagine.
If She's yours,
She must be amazing.
Like the perfect little
main character in a melodramatic movie.
She gets everything in the end.
But what about her
Unbelievably dreamy sister?
No one tells me about her.
I hope She really is
right for you,
Whoever She is...
Categories:
whoever, life, lost love, love
Form:
Free verse