Submissions by hazzers03
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Im a poet, I didnt know it!
SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2012 2:31pm
13th Jan 2012 2:31pm
IF
IF
If poetry could speak,
I would want it call out to you
scream your name as the top of it's voice
If my silence isn't enough for you,
I would want you to call out at me too
scream at me, make me use my voice.
If this isn't for you?
If this isn't enough!
Then just be true!
If poetry could speak,
I would want it call out to you
scream your name as the top of it's voice
If my silence isn't enough for you,
I would want you to call out at me too
scream at me, make me use my voice.
If this isn't for you?
If this isn't enough!
Then just be true!
738 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Jan 2012 8:58pm
11th Jan 2012 8:58pm
Child
Child
Dreaming of my first child,
A little boy just like his father
Hazel eyes, brown hair
Cheeky smile with a devious glare.
A little singer
A dancer or a chancer,
Just like his father, no time for educational answers
Gets his degree from the streets of life
One of the boys always in strife.
When he is a man with the world at his feet
He needs to be guided or he'll end up like me.
A young man with problems, I cant have that,
He needs a good start no looking back!
You see, one day he will be a dad like his...
Dreaming of my first child,
A little boy just like his father
Hazel eyes, brown hair
Cheeky smile with a devious glare.
A little singer
A dancer or a chancer,
Just like his father, no time for educational answers
Gets his degree from the streets of life
One of the boys always in strife.
When he is a man with the world at his feet
He needs to be guided or he'll end up like me.
A young man with problems, I cant have that,
He needs a good start no looking back!
You see, one day he will be a dad like his...
678 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Jan 2012 4:42pm
4th Jan 2012 4:42pm
Growing Pains
Growing Pains
Flashback to me at 6, pretending to be a Thundercat NO growing pains NO thoughts of growing old. Always played Lion-O, he was so brave, so cool had to be him just because he ruled. Running up and down the street saving the world with a branch from a tree, swinging it about like a baton saving the earth from a virtual enemy.
My mate Johnny always Snarf only because he was so daft, bless that boy and his Asthma pump could never run but could always jump, just like a Gummy bear “bouncing here, there and everywhere”.
Stevey from 3 doors down always came...
Flashback to me at 6, pretending to be a Thundercat NO growing pains NO thoughts of growing old. Always played Lion-O, he was so brave, so cool had to be him just because he ruled. Running up and down the street saving the world with a branch from a tree, swinging it about like a baton saving the earth from a virtual enemy.
My mate Johnny always Snarf only because he was so daft, bless that boy and his Asthma pump could never run but could always jump, just like a Gummy bear “bouncing here, there and everywhere”.
Stevey from 3 doors down always came...
1004 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2012 4:54pm
3rd Jan 2012 4:54pm
Final Opportunity
Final Opportunity
This guilt follows me continually,
like a never fading shadow cast over my reality,
making my soul feel like some kind of abnormality!
A reflection of my past personality.
It has left me with a reputation,
A reminder of my poor pedigree,
A complete lack of respect for the ones who love me dearly!
This is my final opportunity to love you respectfully,
build the trust that has left u feeling utterly empty.
The future can be ours for eternity, ...
This guilt follows me continually,
like a never fading shadow cast over my reality,
making my soul feel like some kind of abnormality!
A reflection of my past personality.
It has left me with a reputation,
A reminder of my poor pedigree,
A complete lack of respect for the ones who love me dearly!
This is my final opportunity to love you respectfully,
build the trust that has left u feeling utterly empty.
The future can be ours for eternity, ...
763 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2012 10:19pm
2nd Jan 2012 10:19pm
What Direction
What Direction!
Why I am 30 with no kids, or the mortgage debt, time to question my direction, I am blessed and surrounded by affection, close friends and family, But there are plenty of gaping gaps which separate me from normality! I think it’s time my life underwent a thorough inspection a chance of detection as to Why I have not begun to create my family legacy; I think I may need a wakeup ca...ll from officer reality.
Some people say, 40 is the new 30, so the dirty 30 is actually a naughty 40!! BUT I still feel 20 so can someone put it in perspective for me! Can you...
Why I am 30 with no kids, or the mortgage debt, time to question my direction, I am blessed and surrounded by affection, close friends and family, But there are plenty of gaping gaps which separate me from normality! I think it’s time my life underwent a thorough inspection a chance of detection as to Why I have not begun to create my family legacy; I think I may need a wakeup ca...ll from officer reality.
Some people say, 40 is the new 30, so the dirty 30 is actually a naughty 40!! BUT I still feel 20 so can someone put it in perspective for me! Can you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2012 10:16pm
2nd Jan 2012 10:16pm
Face-hooked
Face-hooked
See I understand the vanity and need for facebook, the self-importance of feeling important virtually. Though it’s not a reality its what I call face-hooked, the reality is me sat in my room on my own with no friends or family within 303 feet of me.
On facebook I have my popularity you see I have got 303 friends that I have never spoken to. Would you believe at the beginning I too was face-hooked! I have got 303 friends that must mean I am cool, But I never had 303 friends at school!
I am sat here with 303 acquaintances that I can speak to at any given...
See I understand the vanity and need for facebook, the self-importance of feeling important virtually. Though it’s not a reality its what I call face-hooked, the reality is me sat in my room on my own with no friends or family within 303 feet of me.
On facebook I have my popularity you see I have got 303 friends that I have never spoken to. Would you believe at the beginning I too was face-hooked! I have got 303 friends that must mean I am cool, But I never had 303 friends at school!
I am sat here with 303 acquaintances that I can speak to at any given...
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