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Why Do Young Boys Run Their Mouth ... ?!? Probably Cos' ... They've Got NOTHING Down South ... !!! So Let Me Explain What I'm Talking About ... Some Young Boys ACT Like They're ALL THAT ... !!!!
I couldn’t be more sure Of all the nostalgia I’d endure, If I were to explore A calf love crisis That was so hard to cure, How your mummy, she knew mine, They’d been friends
Though it's hopeless, still, I struggle, though it's fruitless, still, I toil, The people laugh and say "He keeps trying, though his soul is to pay"
You came, you saw, you conquered. You conquered, came, then left. You promised love and joy and fuck, You fucked and left the rest. Your serpent words they fooled me. You had a gentle touch.
I'm blinded by the world around me, and people point and stare, but when I look away, everything's still there, everyone laughs and cries
My good fellow, you are a fool. You shine as bright as th' sun Yet your head is as an empty cave. One can! ~ ~ ~ yell in! Your! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ left!
If I could, I'd be a clown And laugh at people all day. No matter how bad, never to frown, To get up and go my own way. Those other souls, Whose lives have been all pain,
Tired eyes Alone smiles Shell of a man running unkept dials Rusted turning keys Passing by with switches and lights that seem to do nothing
within me lies the wisdom gained by realizing i'm a fool - 10/27/1995 2:43am - kenneth p rougeau jr
I am a jester and a fool Trickster here to scare your ghouls Living only for laughter’s mercy I am a soft mouthed labrador
Not a word to an ounce of pain Nor a cry to weigh frustration Because even though I write this here I’ve given up translation
Im a fool
Mama didn't raise no porcelain doll No fake eyelashes, no lace Just a girl who is going to take it all Mama didn't raise no pageant queen No southern accent, no big hair
I'd appreciate not being lied to Or made a fool of. I'd have sch joy, I'd pick all theflowers and plant them where rivers had fell down my cheeks. I'd share a dance with the rain
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
A: School is for fool! Let's go to the pool! Kick the stool, And grab the tools! We can make our rules, And make the girls drools. Do you want to be cool?
Maybe I'm a fool for falling for you,
An ode to the immature and the unworthy. Spare me your frivolous troubles,
Cherish me when I’m an absolute fool,
Life is never what it seems, It only gives you a glimpse at the most wonderful things. It shows you what it could be, It gives life to all of your wildest dreams.
What a fool she was In believing in him In believing his words In believing in this A fool indeed! Not aware of the tricks The games he played Her heart at risk A fool I say!
As if it weren't enough, to choke up all my trust friends are foe, boys come and go, the clothes I wear lack lust. Come to school and "look a fool" go home then start again.
Behind the door Beyond the tree Beneath the rock is where it will be Waiting to be unleashed calm and cool waiting for me to release this fool It comes and goes
Feeling like a fool Waiting for you I could be doing something else but no I wait And I continue to wait for you Feeling like a fool I don’t know what to do
You look at me with eyes that Don't know the truth You look at me with eyes that Will not acknowledge the truth Because the truth is, I'm in love with you I'm in love with you and, She'll always know
Death he is a warrior, charging head-on men of great strength and valor. Death he is a coward, Reaping youth of no accomplishment or stature.
You’re distant, a behavior I wouldn’t usually accept The thought of you has consumed my mind Confusion arises, I have yet to truly witness your emotions Please don’t leave me dangling, only to fall
Anger is built up in me so! So much that my heart Is hurting to break The bones and organs and soul Of a fool who believes themself so bad. They think they are hard and right
Doubt, doubt, whine and pout Sore, sore, because you know nothing anymore