poems

Aly Taylor

Happy

Sometimes I get so happy
And giddy
That I sit on my bed
And bounce up and down

Sometimes I get so happy
And excited
That I wave my hands
In front of my face

Sometimes I get so happy
And confident
That I hug them
Like I mean it

WILLIAM WORTHLESS

orphan cat

i saw a little cat rummage through a bin
he was looked very tatty and very very thin
looking for some food something he could eat
anything at all for a little treat
making such a mess  rubbish all around
lots of cans and papers lying on the ground
i took him in the house cleaned up all the mess
to see if i could help this pussy in distress
i gave the cat a bath and fed him with some fish
chopped it up in pieces and placed in a dish
then i brushed his coat took the knots away
now he looked brand new again no longer like astray
he moved in with me and made himself at home
i took him for my own and no longer does he roam

robert martin

Degrees of envy

hanker
wish
want
desire
begrudge
jealousy
covet
green-eyed
monster

James G Paul Sr aka Pablo

Audience of One

To the players
Made before '72...

YEAH  U!

Overt Consumers of
Just For Men;

Heads bobbing too long
On 2 Short,
Under Beats by Dre;

Hands directing traffic
In Slime Square;

Lips spitting lyrics vile
And profane
In public buses and trains
Like it's  your private studio....

IT AIN'T COOL
FOOL!

Take your recycled verb-age
To the shower,
And your Audience of One!

Christopher Zaghi

Love is?

Love doesn't exist in the way people think it does.
It has nothing to do with sexual fulfillment,
It isn't the spark you feel
When seeing someone you could spend
The rest of your life with,
It isn't a fairytale
Where someone will protect you,
It isn't the emotional fulfillment someone gives you
When they say those three words,
It isn't remotely close to the bullshit people say love is.

Love is the most beautiful disaster,
It's that feeling of utter sickness when they're not around, It's not wanting to speak to anyone else,
It's understanding a person as being more than a person, They aren't human anymore,
They're a dream you don't want to walk up from. Regardless if it's a nightmare or not.
Love is the lightning attracted to the tallest tree,
Love destroys you,
Than builds you up again and destroys you once more. Love is the fire that consumes an old photograph.
Love is the hand you keep reaching for that isn't there. Love is everything and nothing at once.
Love will always kill you, there's no fucking doubt it will, It'll drown you in a river, it'll let the blood drain faster
From your wrists,
It'll make the ground hit harder,
But in the end love sets you free,
Love let's you know that you lived for someone so beautiful all the happiness in your life
Had to look away
Out of pure jealousy.

Patrick Diaz

A Dog's Tale : Please Don't Forget Me

you're so happy when I came
I wonder why you always call me by the same
until I found out that you have given me a name
the first time you hit me, I know you just want me to tame
but for me, I only want to hear your voice calling me and play a game
thank you for giving me the most cutest name in the world

lately I've been losing control, I think it's because of these whiskers
I'm sorry for destroying some of your slippers
maybe I just need your attention
and your affection
or maybe I'm just hungry
I began eating what I shouldn't be

thank you for feeding me the most delicious food in the world
even when I bit your charger's cord
I'm sorry for pooping on the floor
I was so nervous when you came home and opened the door
I thought you would hit me again
but I was wrong, instead,
you gave me a gentle pat on my head

thank you for walking with me
even I had chains on my neck
I know you just don't want me to be lost
you're holding me at all cost
thank you for letting me see the most beautiful places in the world
I love you, if only I could be heard
thank you for talking to me,
even you know I can't answer you back
thank you for giving me a bath
I feel so clean and also starting to love a cat
thank you for letting me sleep on your bed
when I feel so alone and cold outside, under the shed

you are the most wonderful person for me
you are the angel I always want to see
I hate it when you need to go and leave me
because I missed you from the moment you left me
you are the only one that makes me happy
I loved you since I was a puppy



and now I'm becoming old and weak
I feel so sad when I think that I only got a year of eight or nine
I will be always yours and I hope you will be always mine
I don't want to leave your side
you are my whole life
for you, I would take a bullet or a knife

so while I'm still alive,
thank you for taking care of me,
and if I die,

please don't forget me

robert martin

The end of summer break

After thirty four years as a public school teacher,
thirty four years of working for the state,
thirty four years of bureaucracy,
thirty four years riding this unwieldy wagon of conformity,
brainless, unresponsive, uncaring,
I have seen the worst of the worst make decisions,
form rules, set standards,
then change direction before really knowing.
I have seen this again, and again,
I have seen them scattering the roses, and praising the thorns,
I have seen them doing what any fool could do simply
pulling from an endless well of money,
unresponsive to supply, and demand,
or need, or community, or children, or future, or past, or present.
I have watched incompetence, and egos run amok,
the worst of the worst,
the hated canonized, and the beautiful ignored,
I have seen it, and I have worked and lived it,
and now it is the end of summer break, and tomorrow
I will go back to work as a teacher again,
tomorrow will be the start of another year, and I ask myself,
“Why do I do it?”
I do it because I am good at it, it is my job,
it is my duty, it is my life, and it is my privilege,
I get out of bed, and teach,
I get out of bed, and teach those who cannot learn,
and I am needed, I have a purpose, and that purpose is
to help those who need what I have to offer
in whatever way I can give it,
it is why I get out of bed in the morning.
it is how I earn my right to be here.

SirDlova

Abortion_SirDlova

Its disgusting..
How we see the future being stoped and skipped.
Life is no Dvd player
Whether you poor,rich,fat or slender,
Its life that we talking about
There's no restart or backspace.
If you not ready to be a mother
Nor a father,play safe
You always have a choice
Some say its free
I say its up to you.

Who are you?
To kill an innocent soul.
Is God you?
He or she wasn't the cause of whatever you going through!
Its a child for heaven sake
You eat stake
And ask "what's for desert"
Because you know its sex
Now face the consequences
Man up,and face your responsibilities

My heart aches when I see posters in streets written "One day Pain,SAFE ABORTION"
They even have guts to write it in capital letters
Where is the love?
I always look above
And say "Lord forgive them,they do not know what they are doing"
"Call Dr.Naidoo on 08ABORTION"
Do you call that normal?
Well educated people call it abnormal.

You shout Vote,vote,vote!
Its election time now,I won't vote no Cope
Until this stops!
Who will vote when you allow Doctors and fake Doctors to kill our sons and daughters?

Buphi ubuntu?

Marlo Cabrera

Salamat.

Salamat,

Salamat, sa napakamasayang pagsasamahan natin,

salamat,

sa pagmamahal na ipinadama niyo sa akin.

Salamat,

Ako ay nag-papasalamat sa pag gabay niyo sa akin.

Salamat, ako'y inyong sinamahan sa lahat ng beses na ako'y humaharap sa hamon ng buhay.

Salamat,

sa pag-tangap sa akin bilang kaibigan.

Salamat,

kase kayo ay para saakin di' kaibigan ang turing
kayo'y Pamilya para saakin.

Salamat,

Sa kabila ng lungkot at kaligayahan; ako'y hindi niyo kailanman iniwan.

Salamat.

Simula sa araw na ito, tayo man ay magkaibang landas ang tatahakin,
sama-sama nating haharapin ang kinabukasan na nasa harapan natin.

hawak ang kamay ng isat' isa, sabay-sabay na nag-lalakad papunta sa paraiso
na para sa atin ay naka-laan.

Salamat sa lahat.

Salamat.

Salamat, aking mga Kaibigan.





Poem on Friendship by: Amit
The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
When you feel down.

The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.

The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.

The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.

Poem on Friendship by: Meraj
FRIENDSHIP is a network
that needs:
no recharge!
no charging!
No roaming!
no validity!
no activation!
no signal problems!
just don't switch off your HEART !
HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!



Poem on Friendship by: Manjusha
A Best Friend!
A friend that really cares,
All my secrets I can share!
There when i need a hand!
There to understand!
When I cry,
She will hold!
If I am away,
She will call me day by day!
If I need her at all,
She'll be there to stand tall!
Anything I say will be heard,
She will listen word by word!
If I am late,
She will open the gate!
As she looks in my eyes,
The sparkle she realizes!
She is the one that cares,
And the one that's there!
That's a best Friend!!

Poem on Friendship by: Abhilash
Friends Forever!
Written with a pen
If you are my friend, Please answer this:
Are we friends or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now and tell me true,
So I can say, I am here for you.
Of all the friends I've ever met,
You're the one I won't forget.
And if I die before you do,
I'll go to Heaven
And wait for you………….



Poem on Friendship by: Ravee
You're a friend of mine
Striking out?
Well count me in
I'm gonna stand right by your side through thick or thin.
Ain't no doubt
Gonna win
A walk through hell ain't bad compared to where we've been.

Oh! you can depend on me
Over and over...
Know that I intend to be the one who always makes you laugh until you cry,
and you can call on me until the day you die.

Years may come and go
Here's one thing I know
All my life,
You're a friend of mine.
What if mountains fall?
Nothin' left at all!
I'll be fine
Becoz you're a friend of mine.

Poem on Friendship by: Hariharan S
Factually, one of the best moments
Remaining in my heart of hearts
Inevitably none other than you
Evident from my action towards thou
Need no proof for the greatest ship
Destined to be your greatest friend in this friend-ship.

First to wish you on your birthday
Relishing every moment with you that day
Ignoring the changes in your moods
Expecting you to provide me the food
Never again will we ever part
Despite everything that happened in the past.

Forget not the moments that we relish
Round and round the rose bush
Igniting the light of our great love
Enough to burn the field we plough
Not again should we ever part
Death will only tear us apart



Poem on Friendship by: Vijaydeep Sharma
If you're lonely,
And need a friend,
And troubles seem like
They never end,
Just remember to keep the Faith,
And Love will be there to Light the Way.

Anytime you need a friend,
I will be here.
You'll never be alone again,
So don't you fear.
Even if you're miles away,
I'm by your side.
So don't you ever be lonely.
Love will make it alright.

When the shadows are closing in,
And your Spirit diminishing,
Just remember you're not alone,
And Love will be there,
To Guide you Home.

Poem on Friendship by: Prem Kumar N
Friendship is not just a word,
Friendship is not at all about spending time,
Friendship is not an expectation,
Unfortunately it cannot be defined,
& that is known as FRIENDSHIP.



Poem on Friendship by: Aryan
Dear Friend,

When I ask you a flower,
You give me a bouquet.
When I ask you a stone,
You give me a statue.
When I ask you a feather,
You give me a peacock.

My friend told me: Are you really deaf?
And I answered : Of course, I am deaf when my friend needs my eyes for herself. :-)


 


Shall I tell you where the dead are?
Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them in the sky
Their faces don't grace clouds,
or rest in a person's eye

Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them on the street
If you missed them the first time,
then there's no chance they'll repeat

Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them on a wall
A picture is but a picture,
and that just won't do at all

Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them in a book
Better catch them while they're living
Better have yourself a look

Shall I tell you where the dead are?
You won't find them in a voice
They've moved on to different pastures,
but not one is there by choice

Shall I tell you where the dead are?
Very well, you'll get your way
The dead rest in the ground,
and it's there they'll always stay



I'm Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
What I have is pretty obvious
You need only come and view
I'm Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,
and I'm crazier than you

Nothing more than a bundle of nerves,
and a vast sea of nutty habits
If my sickness took a form,
I swear I'd reach out and stab it

Checking lights, checking doors,
over and over to make sure they're locked
Better watch out at the window
Who knows? I might get stalked

What did I eat? Do you think it was poisoned?
What did I touch? What was it, then?
I think I'll go into the bathroom
and wash my hands all over again

I feel sick, perhaps I'm dying
I feel ill, my time is up
You have to clean it very neatly
or I won't drink from that cup

I'd better not, something might happen
I'd better not, my mind says no
I really would, but I just wouldn't
I really could, but I can't go

Please understand, it's not my doing
My own brain won't let me be
I would love to sit and chat,
but I'm no good with company

So I worry and I worry,
over old things and over new
But I'm Obsessive Compulsive Disorder
It's who I am and what I do



Drift away
There, in that tired bed,
was the man who drifted away
They all thought that he might pull through,
but in the end it was the end

For a while he was sharp-minded,
and that seemed like recovering health
But it was the flame burning bright before dying
He was sick and not coming back

He cried when he paused to think of it
His own life drawing to a close
His face held a certain disbelief
No one actually thinks they will go

But soon, he accepted his fate,
and from within gathered his boldest courage
To die with a degree of dignity
To be brave, that's what he wanted

He wished his loved ones a fond farewell
As he hugged them his hands shook
With quivering voice and eyes so glassy,
he released them all for good

So it was, lying there all alone,
he looked up and prayed to his god
His breathing began to falter,
and like a fish he gasped in near silence

His pulse grew weaker and faint,
and in the darkness he searched for the light
One more look at the world he cherished,
and then ceasing, stopping, was gone

Whether life lives on, we can't say
We cling to that hope, we do
All the people of the world have that dream,
for no one anywhere wants to drift away





"I've been shot. Can't you tell?"
In the evening came a booming
Such a noise would wake the dead
Then a man came all a running,
bleeding badly from his head

With a lunge he turned the corner,
and he held the wall for aid
He was cursing and was cussing
the mistakes that had been made

Looking back, he kept on moving,
and was praying in his heart
that he'd reach his hidden car,
and that it would quickly start

But the tires had been slashed,
and the gas poured down the drain
He let out a muffled moan,
for the guy was in such pain

So he tried to catch a bus,
but you know those things won't stop
And he couldn't hail a taxi,
and forget about that cop

Next he tried a back alley,
but the thugs were there in force
They all shot in his direction,
but the bullets missed, of course

On and on the guy ran,
screaming swears and seeing red
He was getting pretty tired,
and still bleeding from his head

Finally, he reached the park
All was quiet in the night
He jumped into nearby bushes,
and hoped it would be all right

His pursuers ran past him
He had lost them all for good
He might make a run for it,
and he wondered if he should

But as he took a step forward,
a police car drove up quick
Then the copper pulled a pistol,
and the barrel gave a "click"

Soon the guy was fast arrested,
and they sped from their location
They were looking for some answers,
down there at the city station

The man, still hurt and bleeding,
was brought to a little room
A place for big confessions
that spell out your certain doom

The lieutenant, he walked in,
with his badge all shiny blazing,
and without a moment lost,
started with his nasty hazing

But after fifteen fruitless minutes,
the lieutenant stopped and said:
"Hey, Mr. Tough Guy,
what happened to your head?"

And the man, who was still bleeding,
and who didn't feel so well,
only looked at him and uttered:
"I've been shot. Can't you tell?"


The last great something
He was all alone, but struggled on
The last man left on Earth
He pushed his legs, and forced his nerve,
and showed what he was worth

But no machine, or tool or craft,
could save him in these hours
The land had split, the seas had dried,
and brought down all the towers

So now he climbed, and staggered on,
to reach the top of the mountain
One final gaze, one final glance,
just one more drink from the fountain

He cut his hands, he bled from wounds,
the ground it shook and rattled
The sky turned red, the air grew thick,
but on and on he battled

He must get there. He must, he must
Failure simply held no reason
Surrendering, or giving up,
would be nothing short of treason

For the sake of the people, for the sake of the world,
this trip must be completed
He would not be stopped, or lose his way
This man would not be defeated

As he hurried on, the heavens tore
A meteor ripped through a cloud
Then came a second, and a third
Their screech horrid and loud

The rocks beneath him began to fall
He slipped but held his place
And on he went, with shattered feet,
to run this final race

At last he reached his sacred spot
His summit upon his hill
He'd spent his strength, he'd spent his breath
He had nothing left but will

And as he looked into the sky,
his eyes caught a sight most dire
An asteroid, heading straight for him,
full of death and flame and fire

But in this moment of his demise,
his courage refused to fold
He opened his mouth, and spoke the words
that should and must be told

He mentioned the world, and what it had been
All the good things and all the bad
He mentioned the forests, he mentioned the cities
What this planet, now gone, once had

He praised mankind, for all it was,
and regretted that it had died
It wasn't pretty, it wasn't perfect,
but Christ, at least it tried

He took his heart, and he took his soul,
and he merged them into one
He stood there alone, in the face of fate,
and he spoke until words were done

And then he sat, for his mind was clean,
and his mission had played its tune
He looked at the trees, and the valley below,
and all the rest that would die soon

And as the asteroid made full contact,
he had no fear, and had no doubt
For he had spoken the last great something,
and then the lights, they all went out





Lucky Charms
I got myself a rabbit's foot,
and I kissed it twice for chance,
but when I asked her for a date,
she didn't give a second glance

I took a horseshoe that I found,
and I placed it on the wall,
but after filing my taxes,
the IRS gave me a call

I tossed some salt over my shoulder,
since I heard it brings good luck,
but then I saw my only car
on the back of a tow truck

I plucked myself a four-leaf clover,
and I pinned it to my shirt,
but the floor was rather slippery,
and I fell, and did it hurt!

I made a wish upon a star,
and I kept my fingers crossed,
but my goldfish up and died,
and my dog got itself lost

I went to see a gypsy lady,
and I had myself a reading,
but my new car has lousy brakes,
so I was ticketed for speeding

I caught myself a leprechaun,
and I asked him for some gold,
but leprechauns, they don't grant wishes
That's just a lie somebody told

So I bundled up my lucky charms,
and tossed them in the sea
I couldn't stand all that good luck
It simply wasn't good for me!

No Other Friend
Read more at http://www.bestteenpoems.com/poem/no-other-friend#KEeBYxauhCqCylIV.99