Best Wounder Poems
Do they wounder, do they worry?
maybe care even?
Thinking back does it really matter,
wat they think?what they say?
As long as u make it,
Nothing matters at that point,
make since now does it?
throuh out a life time
you will be judged, u will be hated.
but dont let it break u thAts wat i was told
from a person i hold very dear,
dnt look back, forget the hated acts,
the past is the past,
a future is wat we have to make last.
dont waste it, dont mistreat it.
live it not for the moment
but for the memories that it may carry.
sometimes a fairytail has a happy ending,
if u believe it.
I sit on a wall.
lessening to you all.
I can hear your complaints.
You all really need restraints!
As I sit on this wall.
So now I buzz by your face.
An acute race.
It make's me sad,
when you swipe at me,all mad.
As I buzz by your face.
Well let me tell you what.
You got a big butt!
and you eat too much!
It's a wounder ya don't need a crutch.
Ha! I so told you what!
This is a Cafe.
Jeez! How much do you weigh?
So I buzz on by.
I am only just a fly.
In this wonderful Cafe.
But maybe i should be more aware,
that you don't want to share.
cause now I'm a spot on the wall.
Not a fly, at all.
Yep, I should have been more aware.
(Ever sit at a table with an annoying fly?)
'cause you were mine for that single moment
The smell of fresh picked strawberries,
early in the morning,
washed by nature,
made me wounder
while we walked down true the woods
hand by hand,
kissing ,
how long we will last together
As we kissed imposed
to the eyes of early birds,
our only witnesses
time stooped
just
for a moment ,
and
I was completely yours
as you were mine,
We picked strawberries
and laugh like a small kids
teasing and chasing each other,
deep in the woods,
stopping here and there to steel one more kiss
to stop the time one more time
but did not stooped me for wondering,
"If this is going to last?"
and,
finally,
I didn't care any longer,
'cause you were mine for that single moment.
Ivy
Here I sat alone way before noon flying through P.S. with nothing to do
came up with a few lines to jot down a few notes and yes as poor as they may be there mine
whats in a day when ones alone with so much to say.
how could it be today is the day as so many lay sleeping come what may.
a kiss good night as you fell asleep as your head sunk into the pillow taking a dreamers leap.
as mornings mist kiss this day alone I sit with just words to say/
as a boy to a girl a man to his wife a lover to a lady and the way you look tonight.
a letter to you from me words that ramble on as far as the eye can see.
as I stole a kiss from the one that is you my heart still melts every time I do.
to sit here in this body with what little I know a look a smile a man with a soul
I once took a walk to find the one that is me hours later I returned and I was set free.
in rain in snow night or day winter and summer holding your hand is the greatest wounder.
I was just board wanted some thing to write
I cam up with this...mud slid I call this mornings life.
Oh for the joy's of are beautiful world has in-store
Mother nature Earth has so much wounder to explore
amazing, divine peace in nature with its sweet delights
even cloudy day's are enlightened in her way's
pristine beauty in harmony, natures conveys
filling the heart with wonderful joy's
arming the soul with praise
giving you such great magnificence to enjoy.
t's evident that you are trying all avenues to return to work and health and appreciate your difficulties and shared your complete frustration. If you are not sure what to do then you get help soon as possible. I would be grateful if you could confirm weekly contact to form a plan moving forward with both conditions and I look forward to when you can join the service that ably well”
This is the best poem that my manager can write at the time who is just as alone and dissolved.
While walking towards teenagers who hold degrees at universities, who wait and wounder at local tills. Walking, I investigate the windows of emptiness, holding couples within bars with sound so loud it hides your disappointed, so no longer is needed speech.
Without substance people are elated towards fools, without exception we forget and pretend as nothing affects us daily. A world gives order to almost every one who are convinced.
We are useless and unknowing due to a worlds appearance is of choices.
When the best poem we can write feels nothing at all. What shall we do with our lives? Willingly believe everything in life? which is real as we are inherited by animals. But how should we live our life’s? merely by conscious as it comes?
Death is stupid and unrecognised, but we are winner without “genius”, stuck with nothing to discover, there’s no unusual thoughts or popular feelings. Life has the quality of a nightmares but if you follow the general current, we could have been happy, but its’ just as easy going up the river as down.
A person who ill.
Lives a longer life.
I was once asked a question by my peers " What is the meaning? Why are we here" I pondered
the question for days walking around hazed glazed but one morning i woke from a deep
slumber and looked at the ground and began to wounder " Why are we here? What is are purpose?"
For a long time a forgot the question a walked around in my own confection. Then there was
a sound in my ear a whisper that seemed to say "Come here!". I followed my gut hoping to
see a sandwich, a tooth brush but all i saw was me to be correct my reflection in the
water so i washed my my hands and i saw it the meaning.
I found my friend and we talked for a while passing on stories and friendly smiles and he
asked me once more " Why are we here?" I smiled and laughed and shook my head " I wondered
mt self but here it is " I looked at a puddle near by and looked with wounder i saw my self
and took his shoulder " The meaning is to live for you and all your wounder, What others
think is nothing but a sunder, in the end you do whats right to live one more day and
fight the good fight."
I miss all the gud times we had, seeing ur face made me glade, i luk n ur eyes knoin wat we
had was real, that there was compasion n love n our heasts. I never 4got about u i still think
bout u and those sexy eyes lukin at me. I miss our kisses and hugs, seein u every day, and
always laughing. I miss wat we had and wounder if u would ever change cuz u was untrue,
but kno i still luv u!
shes only the one you love
shes the only one you need
shes there to make you smile
shes there to make you at peace
shes there with whatever you need
shes not perfect you see
only she knows
she loves you
everyday she's in pain
do you see the tears that look like rain
don't you notice her
when she gose to sleep
do you ever wounder what she dream's and
how much she means
she fight's your fight
she there by your side
looks in the mirror and asks her self twice
am i beautiful, am i strong
you look her and smile along
you take your hand
tell her shes worth it
and that she mean's the world to you
look at her she's strong and new
never give up on her
tell her she's beautiful
and she's the only one
They say silence is Golden
But your silence makes me feel broken.
Alone and forsaken my heart won't stop
Aching..
I lay here and wounder why I'm made to suffer
For showing you love,I guess just to much?
another day pasts with no sign or a word,
Your silence ain't golden its just cold
And foreboding.
If time is a healer then why do I feel her
Still Tearing my heart completely apart.
There once was a girl
Who hated the world
And everyone around her.
She would always replace
The smile on her face
With a frown that showed all her pain.
She would struggle to find
The meaning behind
The pain she hid deep inside her.
The reasons why
She would always hide
And push everyone away.
Why people would treat her bad
And wounder if she had
To believe the harsh Words that were spoken.
To give in to the pressure
Becoming unsure
Of her importance in the world.
She began to question everything around her
Wondering if it would ever get better
Or if people would change.
But she held her head up high
And said goodbye
To the harsh people that would treat her badly.
She began to see the world with new eyes
And saw nothing but clear blue skies
Her world was changing for the better.
She no longer believes the harsh words spoken about her
And no longer gives into the pressure
She always has a big bright smile on her face
That can never be replaced.
LIFE OF PAUL.
I gave birth to paul,
On the third day of
This month, he was
Layed in my silver
Cloth, with both legs
Popping up.
As I dreamt, I thanked
My GOD for salt in my
Soup pot, paul is me in
Another being, I smiled
To my boy, saying,
Welcome to my world.
Growing up was my reports,
I cleaned his butts whenever
He was full of disgust.
I breath on him, his
Cultural values and clans.
My proof is to be sure
He doesn’t travel through
My route.
I feed him with the four
Cardinal points of his time.
He wore wool made of the
Four arithmetic’s signs.
He leant that yesterday is
Only a three syllable term,
Its dead and gone, nothing
Can ever be done.
I washed his brains with
Alphabet from Macbeth,
Knowledge gives courage,
None is wasted.
I thought him, his mouth is
The key to sin, not all he thinks
Should he speck.
Today, paul is ordained a man,
He takes classical chances and
Regulates his clan through his
Rod at hand.
II
Paul specks….
My father handsome,
Your signature has been stamped
All over me, that am now handsome.
I see from my legs to heard,
Am an ordinary element referred to
As legend.
The galaxy accommodates stars,
I have become a shooting star.
I push Kilimanjaro like only
Taken a gagoo.
I still wounder how you have
The rite pin for every stitch.
Am quick to do the peace sign
Whenever I see wrong minds.
Nothing walked into the world,
We all are from the same source,
Meaning of man is dust to dust,
These has no cure, it would remain
A procedure,.
I give praises as a pilgrim.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
when we were together
we had it all
now i sit, and wounder why
why cant we still be
but it never hurt to ask
to ask you if you still love me
now i sit and look at the clouds
hoping that someday we can make it through
now you're gone, i wounder
i wounder what happened
why have we bane as tray
you were my best friend
my only true love
and my heart
now i sit and think
and say
i'm sorry i do still love you
now if you can forgive me
that would be great
just only if you knew
she cries herself to sleep at night
she want nothing more then for the pain to end.
she stuck on the past
she doesn' t know how beautiful she is.
she doesn't ever give up
she wounder if anyone out there for her
she is a god sent angle
she is the best teacher
she the greates friend
siting out on a hill wating the ocaen waves and i come across a beatiful flower that was pink
petals,green thin stim, and yellow fuzzy circle in the middle.i wounder if the flower could do
something bad to someone, like if someone tryed to pick it.do you think that it would go out
of the ground and slap someone then get back on the ground and acked like nothing
happed.i would call it flower
power.
soon every flower would know abbout itand they would pop out of the ground and save
every town that is in danger of anything and every thing.everyone would love them.no more
picking flowers and killing them.it would be so
cool.
well like that would happen.it is only a flower.thats just my amagenashen.