Best Yoy Poems


One Question,Too Many

Was 
it 
that 
cold?
Was 
the 
frost 
biting?
Where 
you 
that 
hungry
That 
you 
decided 
to 
dive
Into 
that 
dish 
without 
a 
second 
thought?
Did 
yoy 
just 
walk 
upon 
these 
thorns 
without 
your 
shoes 
on?
Chasing 
the 
ice 
cream 
man 
on 
the
Dusty 
streets 
without 
your 
clothes 
on,
Really?
Did 
you 
even 
consider 
the 
manacing 
taxi 
drivers 
hurling 
insults 
at 
pedestrians.
Screeching 
and 
speeding?
Did 
you 
shove 
your 
finger 
into 
a 
gnat 
house?
I 
saw 
you 
cleaving 
onto 
something,
Was 
it 
a 
beehive?
I 
see 
the 
bees 
turning 
your 
body 
Into 
their 
playground,
When 
you're 
done 
licking 
those 
fingers,
Dripping 
with 
sweet 
and 
sweat.
Did 
you 
or 
did 
you 
not?

Yoy Want Me To Write You a Poem

So you want me to write a poem
And you want me to write it now
You see, I want to write this poem
But I don’t know how

I don’t know how to rhyme
And I don’t know how to flow
So I cannot write this poem
That you have wanted so

Fly Butterfly Fly

Woman you that have been hurt 
You that have been broken 
You that have been taken away from love 
The love that made you fly

Words have been uttered towards you 
That felt like stones 
Stones that had been thrown at you 
And you have fallen into a grave 
A grave that had been digged by emotional trauma and pain

You tried to get up but society kept you down

Woman It is time for you to fly!!!

You can live a life knowing you are beautifull intelligent and God made yoy 
Be the woman you always wanted to be 
Fly Butterly Fly

Get out of your dark place and find your sunshine 
Lift your head up and smile

FLY BUTTERFLY FLY!


Style

like your hair
the clot yoy ware
make s me stare
hope your aware
its goes  for miles
you got STYLE

Crush

Here i have fallen
To my knees
Praying that you are okay
I sit here in these
Fallen leaves
Listening to the crunch
of footsteps
Voices
Falling
Bouncing off boundries
Falling to the leaves
Yellows, oranges, and browns
All over
Is this what happens 
When you fall
True
They walk all over yoy
And act like its no big
Deal that you
Are being crushed.

Im In Love Whith You.

Im in love whith you  and only you boy I never knew that I'd 
feel this way for you. I'm in love whith you I'm done playing games whith you  I'm done 
playing you as well. I'm in love whith you wow I'm actualy admitting  this  to you   and it 
feels so  scary. Yet so relaxing I hope you feel the same way abuout me because baby I'm 
not palying about this.  I'm realy in love whith you And my feelings for you have change in a 
whole new level.  I'm in love whith you  I want to be next you  when you wake up, I want to 
be the 1. You come home to every night and day I am yours and you  are mine their is no 
one who csan't take you aweay from me. And baby trust me this time when I say that no 
one, can't take me away form yoy any more. I'm in love you my true love.


Seams

He runs along the seams.
stretching, and tearing, and ripping open.
if only to see his dreams.
if only the witness his hope and reason
truckle before his feet and flee.
glutton of sorrow!
You breathe melancholy with a sigh so pathetic and petty.
do i owe you pity?
Im just so tired of stumbling so far behind
stithcing the gaps that follow your mind.
why dont you take a rest?
Why dont yoy rewind?

Battle For Madness

I see it coming
the end before the beginning.
Of dawn.
The midnight call.

Impeachment was fragile.
A satanic cult
overwhelms the freedom
of negation.

Do yoy think we can
move the tree of wisdom
from the altar of ethics
sending shots to the sky.

From the grief of paradoxes
Can you run away ? One 
moment you exhibit the caked blood.
Next moment it is dark.

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Standing on crossroad,
do we end the walk
and wait for rumbling
surge of anarchy ?

The anguish is writ
large on the tanned sun
who was moving along with
porcupines.

The wild berries
have colored the skull caps.
Swarms of red ants
are running behind the heels.




Satish Verma

Premium Member I Am

I am who I am
Who are you?
I will never change 
Because I am who who I want to be
How about you?

Will yoy ever change?
Or remain the same?
Do you like you?
How do you feel...
about you?
Are you happy being you?

Is This the Last Song For the Middle Man From the Cold Black Country -8-

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In the Light

I can't breathe... but i like it,
never felt this high before.
Pushing hard it's fantastic,
our bodies merged on the floor.
Wet, hot and bitten
then tied to the chair.
Yoy kiss my neck...
run your hands through my hair.
Our eyes never part
always begging for more.
Each time more dangerous
than the time before.
I like how you know,
just what i crave.
You don't judge but indulge
and that makes me feel safe.
Even with your hands round my throat
i trust you with my life.
We'll make love even more
with the aid of a knife.
It's still loving and gentle,
we just can,t help what we need.
sex is always better
when you have demons to feed.

What a Way To Go

IF YOU GAIN
YOU CURE YOUR PAIN
you did what love brings
yoy did your thing
so don't be ashame
let the wind blow
WHAT A WAY TO GO

Hardware

we need it  at our house
to catch  the mouse
you a trap
thats wrap
you don't need a maple
theyer not hard to fine
kept this in mind
 just be a ware
yoy do nee the
HARDWARE

To Be a Sucess

you must get up at dust
not off the rust
do lots of stuff
don't get decuss
what ever you do
be ture to
yoy will not regret
so don't debate
thats what it take
TO BE A SUCESS

Have a Gold

or yoy trying
or laying back dieing
you must load
don't fold
good for your soul
HAVE A GOLD

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