Short Doesnt Poems
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doesnt have a bloodline
wish i could shed mine
just waiting for you to end
it give time a chance
cos the future ended back there
hidden beneath leaves
were no one can see
it steps on top of the trap
it snaps like an alligator
but the animal doesnt get caught
Form:
those 3 words.
youve said them so much and so easily but left like it was nothing like theyre just words that have been used so much it doesnt need to be real anymore.
In life, revenge most of the time
Doesnt come quickly
Or the next day
Or the next month
Or next year
But when it comes
It comes and live with you
In your entire life.
she tries to speak up but there's nothing left to say
she wishes that this pain would just go away
the cuts on her arms make her stronger
but it doesnt help her soul live longer...
Form:
Turning leaves
Winds blowing
I can see how you heave
When your eyes arent showing
Go Home I said
She doesnt move
But I said to my angels
-Make her go away-
And now she is true.
To see the world through God's eyes
what would you see
the corruption
the abuse
He knows these things
but doesnt not dwell
apon them
He see's
the way
the truth
and
the life
He has planned for us
Form:
You didnt look at me
The way i looked at you
I knew you didn't love me
The way I loved you
You said you loved me, you lied
They warned me
I loved you anyways
Guess It doesnt matter now
The raven has a bad reputation; it is undeserved.
Superstition has caused some to hate raven but, some fear him.
Birds are symbols for the soul; they fly close to Heaven.
her eyes show tears,
her body shows her fears.
ther tears slide down,
while her body quivers.
shes all alone in this world,
and she doesnt know why.
all she wants to do is sit in her room and cry.
every day i live
in this capitalist society
is an act of rebellion
to live
to eat
to breathe
being alive where
system doesnt want you
defying orders and threats of tyrants
i say $^^^ you
and live.
Love is.. a quiet dignity
not handled with flippancy
it dances with symmetry
and beautiful imagery
It doesnt give dismally
Beautific is its chivalry
Pretty is its symphony
Brilliance is its proclivity
the sun is only my shade
the darkness is only my light
the day is my night
because my eyes doesnt see what they should
cause life will always be misunderstood
opposite
thats the reality living in the hood
He Doesn't Really Love Me,
He Really Doesn't Care,
He Doesn't Know I Waste My Life Wishing He Was There,
He Says I'm A Good Friend,
But Thats All We'll Ever Be,
And Nothing Could Be As Sweet As You And Me.
A plum tree blooms by my inkstone-washing sink,
And every blossom is stained with the light ink.
Though lack of bright colors for people to praise,
It fills the world with pure fragrance and rays.
(tran.)
what are theese thoughts,
i cant let go,
that you are so,
much more than you know,
and here i stand,
can not move,
as if what youve done,
doesnt prove,
that i should turn,
and run away,
for you dont want,
me to stay...
you are unique
like your finger prints
do you compare
comparisons
leads to competitions
competition
extends to cast creed
colour race country
dividing one love
sun doesnt set
illusion we dont need
competitions believe
Form:
Women are bad for me ya know!
They look like gold
but melt lime snow.
Lies live over and over
The Past doesnt end or forgive.
Asking for what I believe in is soul saving
Nothing but love and belief
My belly full the love has been received.
why must i
have to have
a dad that doesnt care
anything about his kids at all
i wish that
we could get along alot
better but i guess i
need to give up on that
because i know
it will never happen
i also know that he
will never change
Form:
i see you give here orders, and she fallows
like your little obediant girl
she fallows every direction, she doesnt think twice
she doesnt know when to say when
but the only one she hurts is herself
because she knows if doesnt
she would hurt you
Form:
I never grew in poverty, or without a stroke of love.
Still I hold my tears at night, but what am I afraid of?
The dark of night can welcome dreams, but dark thoughts come with time.
Maybe fear comes with knowing that these thoughts are only mine.
Form:
she knows that she does not fit in
she cries herself to sleep
she doesnt like the way she looks
she sighs and will not eat
she feels that she is all alone
but help is oh so near
if she just knew that she was loved
life would be much more clear
Form:
I thought she was getting it
I thought she understood
About how I feel
And who I am
But I was wrong
She was comming along
But then there was a stop
And her understanding dropped like a rock
She doesnt get who I want to be
She just doesnt get me
Form:
A childish wage doesnt belong with a fully grown age.
As I enter a new chapter, God's hand turns the page.
I need to construct my own lane so i can stay away from lames.
What I've become is the difference that will tear myself out of the frame.
Form:
Cat head biscuits
Well butter my buns
but dont call me a biscuit
jam up jelly tight
Ginsu-Knife Eastport ,Maine USA
Just because the cat had kittens in the
oven, it doesnt make them biscuits.