What happened you dont like my new poem??
Thats too bad i guess truth hurts really bad, but i stand by my opinion that this country is hell and not built for true souls who have voice but rich
capitalists who got no voice but pay their way through life it must be nice to hurt people
wake up call is what is coming our way this is not democracy but billionaires planning to have it only their way they gave us social media to make us happy and it looks like it actually worked we are all bought off by tik tok, facebook, and all the nonsense that comes with it. Why is everyone so comfortable with this, it isn't good, this is created confusion and illusion
we took the bait along with low income wage
is there anyone alive and aware or i am the only one. Dont be offended, its ok you'll get over it!
You have taken my soul
Left me hollow inside
The love I gave you wasn't enough
You needed something more
Istead depth of the ocean
You choose shallow water
The price I have paid dearly
With a bruised and broken heart
I have been mistreated baby
Abused ruthless as a storm
And I'm letting you go
For I'm losing my mind
Got to get over you
Once and for all
Or I might die.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song ' Mistreated'.
Cant Get Over That
My name bestowed upon
me, is not me!
It's my parents' label.
A wrist band immutable.
You got what you needed
even though
it was an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies.
“It was never enough for you was it?”
The 'told you so’ pigmy bobble-heads of hippo-Maya
declared with a wink.
Let it be known
that the bedazzling chop suey
of Chinese phooey
will keep you spinning in circles
like a topless drunk.
Wealthy Cats stick it up your nose
and tread on your toes on the way out.
They call it charity, but they also flush 2 times
so the crap takes an extra lap.
The Dancing Masters of Wu
commend you for your patience
and forbearance,
but that is certainly not enough
or is it?
When all things go wrong,
You just have to sit your sad, self down
And write a lovely, happy song.
But your heart is so crushed!
Why were you a confused clown?
Your words now, so totally hushed
Yet….the eyes of the stars how they twinkle,
You turn to your lover’s welcoming arms.
“This one day in time”, he says,”was but a wrinkle!”
9-3-2022
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
Get over your divorce quickly
Your past is not your future
The beauty of life is guaranteed in the letting go!
Your infinite love will show the road of recovery
The mystery of your breakup
Will bring help to many other people
So fret not and get over your divorce quickly
Life is worth living again
The fortitude of your decision was brave and
Now you know how to behave in
The magnitude of your next relationship!
‘No relationship is a waste of time because
If it did not give you, what you want
It taught you what you don’t want’
Your divorce is simply a wrinkle in time
Stand tall and know that there is love for tomorrow!
Get over your divorce quickly
Your past is not your future
The beauty of life is guaranteed in the letting go!
Life is worth living again
(Constantly living in the past will affect your body/health)
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
while down in the dumps
have to get over humps
along with the lumps
The day was bright and grey
A fake smile on my face
But I was involved with myself,
In my brain, with a fray.
Unaware of everything that's going around me
I was deeply dejected, after all
It was not just a bruise on my knee.
I was in my own dark world
I wish that I could tell somebody
My mind was not there
where you saw my body.
It was a short period of time
Gone through that mental breakdown
Whom should I blame?
Why do I frown?
A near-death experience, I know
is worse than this
But to get over any of them
is not less than a bliss.
Though it's not easy to get over
The heart is wounded
And you need to be your own lover.
Know you own worth
Because this mean world would never tell
If you believe in KARMA like me
Remember, there is something like Heaven and He'll....
~hara
dread weight portends a churning belly-ache
the day sinking ......
relentless countdown to the frowning hours
before the night of fitful sleep awakes disturbed
that day is now here ...... too soon the unwelcome light
numb propulsion, impending imminent
door opening ......
pounding heart, cold palms sweat and muscles tense
room full of others with turning eyes, closing ranks
see inside myself ...... projected back, enquiring looks
I am they, all watching and they are right
feedback feeding ......
clenched fist focus on self-fulfilling fool
someone speaks to me! to me! I feel the blood surge
as flushed cheeks inflame ...... and amplify my distress
slight surprise, recoil, rebuffed dismissal
stranded squirming ......
cornered, hurried walk to any doorway
blunder into the venue hall, seats at the back
anonymity ...... breathe once more, escape route planned
steal away, out of sight, try to regroup
reprocessing ......
unravelled depressing disappointment
sucker punched, floored again, selfish whimper
referee above...... whispers " get over yourself "
I thought I felt your touch on me again
The ghost of distant memories returned
Returned to look me in the eyes and prove
That I'll never really be over you
And with the shock the phantom touch brought me
Arrived the frost a lonely heart runs from
Just Get Over It & Move On
Written: by Tom Wright
10-6-2016
In some matters my actions aren’t circumspect,
One, I make no attempt to be politically correct.
While understanding that some may have thin skin,
Good or bad I’ll remain the man I’ve always been.
I won’t use words just to make you feel good,
Though notions of others tell me that I should;
I think that most are seeking a cause to protest,
Not considering this might leave me distressed.
Today, the minority wants to dictate change,
Introducing things that will our lives rearrange.
Dredging up matters, often, of little consequence,
While espousing some slogan making little sense;
But with head held high I refuse to conform,
Though political correctness has become the norm;
Unpalatable things a conservative can’t swallow,
In a political correctness pool I refuse to wallow.
So the referendum didn't go your way,
you wanted to remain, you thought we'd stay,
you didn't anticipate the leave result,
and two years later it's still too difficult,
you've handed out many bigoted insults,
please tell me, how long will it be til you behave like adults?
(I'll) Never get over you
You were the one for me,
you were my dream come true
you were my everything...now you're gone
Some people never know,
some people live a lie,
I know about true love...and I've seen it die.
Bridge 1
All of my life...you were always there
tell me what can I do...cause I still care
Chorus
Until my heart... stops beating
I'll keep...re...peating
You're the only love, I ever knew
I'll never get over you
I'll always remember you,
remember... the joy we had,
what happened to our love...I'll never understand
bridge 2
All of my life...I've been with you
Teach me how to breathe without you
Chorus
Until my heart... stops beating
I'll keep...re...peating
You're the only love, I ever knew
I'll never get over you
You're the only love, I ever knew
I'll never get over you
You're the only love, I ever knew
I'll never get over you
John Derek Hamilton
September 05,2017
Come on now, really? people?
My creativity really offends some people, Really?
If someone titled a poem "A Sociopath Named Holly", I'd laugh it off so seriously joking with the reality of being
secure in knowing that title alone is not me. Really. People.
I'm so secure wirhin the woman that I truly am within.
Really,. People. So, please, for you own sanity really get over my creativity people. Really. People. Become your own kind of Really "Creativity" People. Really, people. Really.
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