Long Relate Poems
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A far fetched story
Of toys and factories.
Designed and made for a purpose.
Children relate as entertainment
Adults as memories.
Only two buttons lifted the plane
A miracle performed by God.
Touched gun even before touching pen
A politician? Or a villian?
Dressed as a soldier
A soldier enjoying life.
Seems impossible, right?
Next day washed and kept safely.
But the stains of memories didn't get off.
They are more difficult to wash.
More than blood stains.
Brainlessly removed the pin of the grenade,
Ten,Nine,Eight
No one is afraid.
It's obviously a fake
A toy indeed.
Seven, Six,five
If it was real , would I have survived?
Or would I have died?
What about my family?
My house?
How would they survive?
Four, Three, Two
I can't run in these imaginary shoes.
I'm glued.
How should I move?
One, Zero.
No one became my hero.
Surprisingly it didn't explode.
It was a toy indeed.
Scaling the walls outside
Like an agile athlete
Prayers is going out
For the sinners, the needy
And just as the demons retreat
A sudden drop of cold sweat
Rush down the monk's forehead
For a faint sound of a window pane
Falling to the floor in splinters
The last syllable paused
To a sound so sinister
In the dead of night
Two eyes meet
It was love at first sight
The jewel the thief stole
Was the monk's heart
Incidents like this makes
Many relate to fate
For the monk love boosted his faith
As for the cat burglar
She found love and salvation
Love is divine
She couldn't help but tarried
In a few months wedding bells rang
Who would have thought
An unusual union
Love is no respecter of persons
Form:
And here I am again completely weird
But the clock it just keeps on ticking
But not the only reason why I'm tired
And my eyes they keep on flickering
When outside all these flashing lights
The sound of cars keep whishing on by
It's no good all these sleepless nights
If I could get some blink in shut eye
I keep on telling myself sweet dreams
Though most of the time they are vivid
It's like I'm jumping in and out of scenes
And only leaves one restless and livid
Yeah I defiantly need some more r,e,m's
It's like this bad case of sleep depravation
I'm often asked where is it that it all stems
Though I've never been one for relaxation
I need some more rapid eye movement
If I could get some of those sweet lullaby’s
Of course that would be an improvement
To those bags that are under my eyes
Thoughts keep going round in my head
If I could give some rest to my aching bod
I've just got to start getting myself to bed
Though still trying to find the land of nod
Something wanted to write about for a while
couple of verse not to happy with might update in futre
just getting some thoughts out of my head
im sure a lot of people can relate to this
when in my ywenties did not need as much
but so much going on at times find it hard to relax
get in to that third stage of sleep
WRITTEN BY MY SELF DAVID SCOTTFE MARCH (2013)
INSPIERD BY ALL THE COOL SOUP MEMBERS ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
She beats me, and all I do is cry.
She hates me and I wish I wouldn't wake up in the morning,
Did you say mommy issues?
I have those.
Mom: "Cheylenn did you do the dishes?"
Cheylenn: "Yeah, mom!"
Mom: "WELL, YOU DID THEM WRONG!! REDO IT!!"
Cheylenn: "No, I didn't!"
Mom: "You put the plates in the front! You know what I'll do them myself!"
Cheylenn: "Okay!"
Mom: "Get your BUTT out here!! God why did you give me a lazy child!!"
Cheylenn: *Currently making dinner*
"MOM I'M MAKING DINNER!!"
Mom: "Did I ask? Hurry up!!"
Cheylenn: *Sighs*"If this food burns it's your fault!!"
Cheylenn: *Walks to the living room*
"You wanted...me?"
Mom: *Points at the carpet*
Cheylenn: "What's wrong with it?"
Mom: *Proceeds to whack me in my head*
"Don't get smart with me! You see that?!"
Cheylenn: "OW?! SEE WHAT?!
Mom: I am sick and tired of doing everything, the dishes, the laundry, the trash, YOUR sister's diaper, it's too damn much and all I do is ask you to do SOMETHING right for once and you can't even give me that!"
Cheylenn: "I do everything right, I do too DAMN much, YOU DO NOTHING BUT SIT ON YOUR BUTT AND WHINE! THIS IS WHY I WANTED TO LIVE WITH DAD!! I DIDN'T WANT TO MOVE TO AMERICA! YOU MADE ME!!"
Mom: *Proceeds to cry*
"That's how you feel about me? All I wanted was a daughter to love me! And I get this hating little goblin this is why I had another child!!"
She tries to guilt trip me.
And if I don't fall for it, I'm wrong.
You had a mother's love?
Can't relate...
To view the world though shades of blue
Seems such a sullen thing to do
When loving hearts can conquer all
And make our troubles seem so small
To view the world through shades of pink
May not be practical, I think
For though it’s good to contemplate
Reality, we should relate
To view the world in shades of green
Perhaps, I find the most serene
Though dwindling, our planet’s face
It’s not too late now to replace
The view the world in shades of white
If white is truth, I would delight
For darkness would be washed away
Making way for peace to stay
To all y'all poetry lovers I need y'all to really listen
because It don't come easy wit puttin together these writtens
at the end of this poem don't think I was just kidding
But I just wanna know whats up these Baltimore women
maybe it's just me, but if I go to any other city
and speak to a female she speaks back to me
this is for the women but I know the niggas can relate
y'all might say y'all love us but all I'm gettin is a lot of hate
Question? how would I know a good woman by the way she walks
image is everything especially by the way she talks
females in Baltimore can't find a good man because they lost their sight
and the complaining got so bad that they started marrying dykes
all these women here ain't bad I just met the wrong ones
they really don't want love they just wanna have fun
so as for me I'm just gone fall back and stack this money
so black women don't get mad if I find love wit a snow bunny
My aunt complained at “cocktail hour,”
All they served was juice,
The definition of this drink,
Sans alcohol, too loose.
She’s in assisted living now,
At almost 98;
With many neighbors wheelchair-bound,
She simply can’t relate.
Her balance is an issue, though,
And even with her phone,
It’s clear that, though she disagrees,
She shouldn’t be alone.
I can’t imagine being told
That others can decide
That where you’ve lived no longer is
The place where you’ll reside.
It may be necessary; still,
Though safety’s a concern,
The loss of one’s autonomy
Is something I would spurn.
Wish I could reverse things back to the days
Days when it was just you and I…
Days when everything was just but okay
When our love was unconditional
What we had was just for us; unique
Always there for one another
Gave each other a shoulder to lean on
Reinforced our love with a strong foundation
We were both altruistic, giving our all
Relentlessly worked on our love, despite the ups and downs
Looked into our imperfections
Treated each other with a lot of affections
So it is true that love is blind
Yes! We didn’t see separation lurk privily
Yes! we didn’t see our hearts go asunder
So too much of good something is a blunder?
Now am here stranded
Don’t know which way to go
Wandering in the jungle trying to find my heart
My heart which I gave to you, but you chose to disappear with it.
I got what I sought but lost
Wanted to gain your love but again am in pain
Was this set, or it’s just my fate I met
I tried to relate before it’s late but look I regret
The opposite of OY is YO,
Two words that most New Yorkers know
And people ‘cross the globe as well,
Though what they mean, not all can tell.
So I’ll explain: the term “Oy vey”
Expresses “Woe is me!” dismay
Or “Oh, my goodness!” or “Good grief!”
And OY is used to keep it brief.
Now YO! is just another way
To call somebody, same as “Hey!”
It gets attention and, when meeting,
Serves as a hello-type greeting.
The Brooklyn artist Deborah Kass
Took O and Y and, with some sass,
Made quite a sculpture, for the view
Is either word when facing you.
The artwork was a huge success
For OY and YO do both express,
In ways to which we all relate,
A quick way to communicate.
Tired of trying,
Tired of lying,
Tired of hearing it's not your fault,
Stop stalling,
Stop calling,
Every missed text,
Every missed message,
Do not reply it's not worth her time,
It's not worth the energy,
You dont hear her cry,
Just hear the waves,
Switch the blame,
Go the way you came,
Boom your gone once again.
Child is the mother,
Mother as the child,
Failed attempt at motherhood,
Failed attempt of way a daughter should,
Be held,
Be cared,
In the end all you hear,
Forgive and repent,
Relive, please sit,
A love of a mother is 'priceless',
How could you forget,
The heartbreak and the pain,
Play again the blame game,
Stop caring theirs no point,
Hide your tears girl, you have no shame,
Take the weight,
Accept your fate,
Recycled youth where does she relate,
A girl who lost, and tried but it cost, her sanity feel something, anything but the knife you twist,
Switched on youre back again,
Switch cold,
She doesnt care,
It's not fair,
But is expected to share,
A life of agony and what could have been if you were there.