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A gentle touch, a kind word
A simple I love you
From the one you love
These are the things
That no amount of money
Can ever really buy
Yet they make us happy
When we receive these simple gifts
The insects are at peace.
Living their lives essentially pleased.
It doesn't take much to fulfill their needs.
How are they so strong, and I so weak?
I feel so scared and weak.
You are what words can't describe
Your beauty makes flowers
Your voice makes music
You a rock in my world,
yet so soft like raindrop
You a river that flow in essence and softness
Oluwatoyin is you,
Oluwatoyin is me.
She was pretty and vocal,
She was elegant and direct.
As gorgeous as the light glistening on a beach wave,
As youthful as the child playing outside.
Oluwatoyin is you,
Oluwatoyin is me.
She was pretty and vocal,
She was elegant and direct.
As gorgeous as the light glistening on a beach wave,
As youthful as the child playing outside.
Living life without a careDon't even worry about my hairHomesickness snakes throughout my skinBut every day is a win As a person, I have grownMore than I could ever have knownI have become braverEvery day I feel less a stranger I pass landscapes f
Simple things have always been able to thrill me.An unexpected box of Thin Mints,the sun streaming through clouds on a wide open field,a garlic press from someone who just wants to make my life a bit easier,and especially the smile of a baby who
Quiet like a Wall
Silent like a Stone
Dream like a Girl
Act like a Lady
Dance like a Sin
Fuck like a Nun
Live like a Fun
Die like a Sun
Don’t walk, Run!
Our heads may be in the clouds and our noses may be stuck in books.
But that's the way we like it.
Our heads may be in the clouds and our noses may be stuck in books.
But that's the way we like it.
What I love about a poem
is that it's easily read,
No more, no less
than what needs to be said.
Abstraction of language
Each line a breath,
Tasting sweet words
A poem is
A puzzle to be put together
Or a web to be unraveled.
A memory to be uncovered
Or a thought to be deciphered.
It may be aa simple as describing
a leaf
falling
down,
Tulips,
The color of sweetened cream.
Delicate, like the whisper,
Lulling you into dreams.
Burning crimson,
Cutting through chilled air,
Precise on a frozen branch,
What is pain
Pain is a state of mind
Pain is the after effects of a haunting
The weight of a world watching you
I am a baby
I enter the world and open my beautiful eyes to see the light
Cute as a baby, oh that’s me
Smiles from bundles of joy
Poof! I am a kid
Without rules,
Without restrictions,
No need for a guide or a handbook,
Life would be simple.
The birds would sing,
A beautiful song,
Wrapped in the comfort of their nests,
grass
shoeless tiptoes on summer days
on top of sharpened blades
water running down
plummeting down to the alive ground
I love you
Three simple words
That’s all they really are, just words
Anyone can write them down
I love you. I love you. I love you.
See? I did it, but did I mean it?
Love is odd,
anyone can experience it,
anyone can want it,
anyone can find it.
Love is odd,
Many will find it,
few will not experience it,
some will avoid it.
Nothing is truly simple
But people seem to like simplicity
How can that be?
Your heart pounds around 70 beats a minute
Neurons are constantly firing in your brain
This morning
the gray box's
pattern of lights
is all wrong.
The small box
is sick.
Its head
has bad things
in it.
The strong metal
can't help with
Why strive for the greatest of things? They leave you when you die.
Why not just be happy? Let the simple things be in greater supply.
The warm sweet smile. The one small rose. The note that says I love you;
Procrastination can be such a beautiful thing.
It takes form in numerous ways,
Like listening to music or playing games.
Focused on fun and running astray,
From the things that are important day to day.
Love is wanting to be next to someone more than you want to be alive,
but even more so, you want them to be happy.
simple things that make me happy:
iced black coffee and dry cereal
a rainbow made up of gel pens and fresh-from-the-dryer socks
acoustic music and cherry coke slushies
cranberry sauce and board games with my nephew
I smile
When friends say my name
When I'm feeling enlightened
When people scream, "Same!"
I smile
When I listen to music
Read a BuzzFeed story
Or share a cool pic
Waking in the morning in a country that is free.
Smiling in the mirror because you are blessed to be healthy.
Looking up above to see a roof over your head,
Simplicity embarks my veins
A voyage of bittersweet delicacy
Entrapped in the fragile estate of a porcelain cup
There I take a sip
i'm just a kid living in an ADULT world
ruled not by people, but trees.
as much power as humankind believes it has,
our desires motives are enticed by money.
ADULTS tell me to grow up and i'll understand one day,
My story is just a simple one.
I live an average life.
But through my days, I have a plan.
To strive for what I can.
I am going out of state for college.
I am told that they are only dreams.
How do you know what can’t be lived withoutIf you lived life before attaining it?It is simple.You hadn’t been truly living at all.
I grew up in a world rife with uncertainty
Afraid to lift my head up high,
Afraid to contemplate a future where life was worth experiencing.
At every corner there was a struggle,
laughter is the portal to joy, anywhere on earth
so simple and inate by birth
those who bring it, feel no pain
those who denounce it cry in the rain
It is a circle
Upside-down and Backwards
That's all you'll SEE
The circle of Life
Has no Beginning or End
unlike You and Me
I am only Me
Upside-down and Backwards
You can not tell me I'm short,
I'm just lacking in inches.
It's rude to ask me if I showered,
rather ask me what that stench is.
Simple wording complex idea
Turning gears from what one hears
Reality disillusioned
Thoughts interrupted
Just a thought in mind
Lost unless spoken
Still skewed when heard
Duration means nothing
Being first means nothing
Getting to the finish line does
So short and sweet
and so Simply put
I plant persuasion on your lips with every kiss,
With every passionate touch my soul screams for your love.
Pulling you closer, holding you tighter to test your response,
Questioning whether you love me.
My greatest endeavor is your heart forever
the love for you is no kind of pressure
From the very fist date, I knew it was fate
You, papi, are my forever soul mate.
Happiness is a choice
Its the simpliest choice
Happiness is taken pleasure from a strangers smile as you pass them
Happiness is taking an adventure
Happiness is making someone you love laugh
Writing a poem about how everything is awesome
but my possum it ain't the truth.
Sometimes I think I should get my dreams and tossum
Roses are red
violets are blue
this poem isn't original
it's not intended too
Violets are blue
roses are red
keep reading on
but only in your head
roses are red
Who am I?
I am the seconds in between breaths where the thoughts creep in
I am the smile in the sunshine with the windows down in my jeep
There are times when I feel worthless
And others that I'm the queen
There are days when I feel useless
As the population grows,
Every human being becomes less important,
Of less concern to the person next to them.
One day we will have found a solution to running out of resources and created more,
Selfies are stupid,
You can fight me if you think otherwise,
When people take them in public,
I look at them cross-eyed,
What the fuck are you doing,
Why filters exist, is another damn question,
Do you ever get that feeling? That no matter what you do, you can never live up to the expectations? The expectations that are set by your parents or your friends or the society around you?
Money is such an issue
So much so I may need a tissue
As I try to make good grades and pass my classes
I have to worry about the assets that I can grab at
Instant Gratification is ruing our nation,
but this information is on a need to know basis.
There are so many great things to live for,
When the leaves turn into the shades of fall,
When sounds of the ocean sweeps on the shore,
When one waits for an exciting phone call.
You know... Who wants to be flawless? Not Me
Now, imagine a world of perfect people.... Life would be incredibly bland.
We were born with flaws, can't you see?
It's the little imperfections that give us a reason to stand.
Days filled with endless time to do an endless amount of things
yet, somehow, we do the same things day in and day out.
I like to live each day as I will only have until tomorrow
Hello
Hello
Are you there?
Hello
Hello
Pleased to meet you!
Hello
Hello
Is anybody there?
Hello
Hello
Goodbye
Goodbye
I love how simply complex life is.
I love how when I walk outside, I am engulfed by the presence of the Being greater than I.
I love how I'm inundated by life itself as it rushes towards me in every which way.
Hope, the love of my life
Blinding me, watching me
Waiting for me to fall so it can pick me up
Like a mother eagle taking her young
She can only have one
Unlike the bird, She cannot and will not die
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak.
But please listen, and don't ridicule me.
Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season.
The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
I can’t help but wonder when the birds fly above do they see the mess we’ve made?A place for nesting hard to find because the humans own it all.
I've tried to write long poems that will show up in SATs and other standardized tests but I can't
Then I realized something
I'm not meant to be complex
I'm not a poet of code language
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
Simple beauty is hidden to those with cloudy eyes filled with visions of perfect ladies.
I've cried
I cry
So much that they have stained my skin
I've spoken
I scream
Either way, you still haven't heard me
I've heard
I listen
And you keep saying the same thing
what is wrong,
what is right?
who am i,
who are you?
how do i know what i see is real,
and how do i know that you are you?
and if i could snap my fingers
and clap my hands
and nod my head
and stomp my feet
or say a word
and make anything happen
I'd make a change
I define love for a purpose; as the passion of one heart for another in the hope of being loved in return.
Grunts were communications in the beginning.
Animals haven't changed their way of communicating through chirps, barks, meows and squeals.
Their communications contain a musical quality.
would you look at me, losing myself in every way
i lost my Defenses to the one i thought i loved
i lost my Will during the battle i fought inside
i lost my Strength in the Madness of my own mind
hush...be silent for the next minute or two...
relax...it wont take long
i promise all of the sadness will dissappeare soon
just be brave
and get it done.
rip off the bandaid
it is his moment i realise
the true instabilliey of my inner subconcious.
withdrawn from simple communication
unable t contact anyone
iscolated from the world
washes of the thick coat of destractions
If I could change one little thing in this world,
I would change my own heart.
To be truly unselfish,
To care about others no matter what.
After all, everything in this world
The calmness the placidity, the silence
A place without defiance.
A mist lingers in the air
Giving something for the trees to wear.
The sun starts shining
Colors fill the air
Pink, orange, and violet.
When your given a chance,
To show the world who you are,
You better believe,
You'll feel like a star,
Just one chance,
Thats all it takes,
Make your life a little brighter,
the beauty of simplicity is an art in itself
toes touching the dewy summer morning blades of grass
the simplest things; pencil, paper, eraser. why is it so hard to sit and write or to tell people how we feel? there are simpler things to life. we just make them hard to overcome. but why?
Love is just a four letter word
A four letter word that can mean a lot
A word that can make you smile
And also a word that can make you cry
It's just a simple word
but a meaningful and powerful one
Vroom Vroom
No not room room
Vroom Vroom
It's music to a grease monkeys ears
vroom vroom
The best part is that you make up the rest
vroom vroom
that can be anything
vroom vroom
Find yourself a simple peace,
Calm your raging inner sea.
Rain still falls deep in your heart,
Let the drops wash away the lingering hurt.
Let it all go before the rain turns to flood,
Some things are said,
Some just thought,
Some are read,
Some I have sought.
Some things are brown,
Some can be blue.
But everything comes crashing down...
And I still love you.
Take a second to breathe, to listen.
To hear the laughing and the whispering.
I get it, we all do, it's old news.
I'm gay, yes it's true.
Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
I am nothing but a Hello.
A starter of conversation.
A catalyst of admiration.
I have many ways of spreading.
Whether it be a firm shake or a smile of accepting.
Some may kiss when they greet
As we discover how complex our Universe is we
should remember how simple it once was
Sweet lost silly
Puerile Poetry
I make because I am so young and
Pathetically infatuated
I was lost in the details
And the devil was there
We spoke at length
The small talk was fair
I don't know where the sky is
is it above or in my head?
I do know I'll follow it
every moment 'til I'm dead
Red light from our sinking star
fills the setting sky,
must it be that every night
the lovely sun must die?
i watch you the way a caged bird watches the sky and when i think of you i see those blue eyes
(they are my sky)
and they look into mine and, oh god, i'm pretty sure you can read me like a book because i've got my heart
Thoughts flood the mind in ample quantities.
They provide attention for the unknown.
They give power to reason and to imagine.
Thoughts give the power to form or understand.
Having a family is my life,
keeping me from being alone.
Having a family is a privilege,
I’ll always know someone is there.
Sometimes I miss being a little kidWhen the problem was which crayon to chooseOr finding a marker without a lid.The biggest mistake’s result was a bruise,And boys just carried a bunch of cooties.
He wakes at five to brew the first pot of coffee,
Fully aware that he will throw half of it out.
Pungent sludge that oozes from the mug like molasses,
Today-as every day.
This morning happened centuries ago
and there are still traces of Crest on my tongue.
My irises are like coffee filters
straining the paradoxical dream sequences
created by my starved psyche.
He was intoxicating
Fond of abandoning
He left a sad little girl all alone
Years go by
He returns, but finds her grown
She saw past his alibi
He had stolen her life
All of her time
Though I know you not,
I’m compelled to write
Of your beauty, and nature so tender
Your smile radiates,
And shine like moonlight.
My destination was not to your heart, but your mind.
Can I trick you into believing your mine?
Of course I can,
This wouldn't be my first time.
Amidst all the try-hards and give-ups,
Stand the happy middle of the two
Who hasn't crashed and burned yet
And who still hasn't made it through
Who's looking inside that tight circle?
I wish I could rewind my mind
Back to the time the words were aligned
Waiting to come out, prepared to speak...
All my life - I've been trying to find
Such a beautiful place,
Like the one in my mind.
Somewhere that no one else can trace.
Now here I am
Standing in front of it,
Not giving a damn,
You promised a chance
A moment to prove,
To leave all out on the court
There is nothing to lose.
Yet alone here I sit
Observing, lightheaded, voice sore,
The encouragement failing
A man asked me, “Have you ever found love?”
I said no, but I’d like to think I did once.
This man asked me, “Would you have given him the world?”
I said no, but he was the only man in the world who I could trust.
Bleed, pour, sacrifice
Your body and your soul
Fight back, or give in
But you will never be whole.
