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Guest willy.wonka

may days shall never end

 

may days shall never end....

for i have loved...this love is of a "more than a feeling"...

she crawls into my arms and comforts my soul to bliss.

now these days my love is nowhere to be found...

it has ripped half my heart from my chest....

i know that love is out there,

but it seems that i have been severed,

from what love has to share.

 

a chain of great agony...i hold in all my sorrows....

i am nothing to them.without love,i want no tomorrow.

so in these days i hold my half,to what i know is true...

i miss you love...my days once golden,are now a lonley blue.

 

so my days shall never end you see...

i am still on my search....for i have loved before..

and i know what love is worth....

 

willy wonka_________:huh?:

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Guest willy.wonka

night nurse

 

tell her try her best to just to make it quik.

woman tend to the sick...

 

 

for there must be something she can do,

this heart is broken in two..

 

 

tell her its a case of emergency...

theres a patient by the name of gregory...

 

niiight nurse!only you alone can quench this here thirst...

my night nurse!oh gosh, oh the pain is gettin worse..

 

i dont wanna see no doc..i need attendance from my nights around the clock..

 

cause theres no prescription for me...shes the one,the only remedy..

 

night nurse...only you alone can quench this here thirst..

my night nurse!oh the pain is getting worse....im hurt my love...

 

 

ahaahaaahahaaaah

 

gregory

issacs

 

tears in my iceberg,tears in my iceberg,while im waitin,while im waitin for my turn...i dont want to wait in vain for your love....

 

bob marley...

 

 

dance to jah music dance......

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O DO NOT LOVE TOO LONG

SWEETHEART, do not love too long:

I loved long and long,

And grew to be out of fashion

Like an old song.

All through the years of our youth

Neither could have known

Their own thought from the other's,

We were so much at one.

But O, in a minute she changed --

O do not love too long,

Or you will grow out of fashion

Like an old song.

 

Yeats

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Guest Pilau Hands

not exactly anti...but one of my favorites.

 

When You Are Old

William Butler Yeats

 

When you are old and gray and full of sleep

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

 

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love falst or true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

 

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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Guest Pilau Hands

Used To Love Her

Guns N' Roses

 

I used to love her

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Mm, yeah

But I had to kill her

I had to put her six feet under

And I can still hear her complain

 

I used to love her, Oo, yeah

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Oo, yeah

But I had to kill her

I knew I'd miss her

So I had to keep her

She's buried right in my backyard

Oh yeah, Oo yeah, whoa, oh yeah

 

I used to love her

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Mm, yeah

But I had to kill her

She bitched so much, She drove me nuts

And now I'm happier this way, yeah

Whoa, oh yeah

 

I used to love her

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Mm, yeah

But I had to kill her

I had to put her, Oo, six feet under

And I can still hear her complain

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Originally posted by Pilau Hands

Used To Love Her

Guns N' Roses

 

I used to love her

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Mm, yeah

But I had to kill her

I had to put her six feet under

And I can still hear her complain

 

I used to love her, Oo, yeah

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Oo, yeah

But I had to kill her

I knew I'd miss her

So I had to keep her

She's buried right in my backyard

Oh yeah, Oo yeah, whoa, oh yeah

 

I used to love her

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Mm, yeah

But I had to kill her

She bitched so much, She drove me nuts

And now I'm happier this way, yeah

Whoa, oh yeah

 

I used to love her

But I had to kill her

I used to love her, Mm, yeah

But I had to kill her

I had to put her, Oo, six feet under

And I can still hear her complain

 

 

how bout - "used to love him" by L7

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full of hate, so cold it burns like love

and full up to here with lies

I'd really like to fill you up

just can't bring myself to try

I think I can, I think I can

I know you won't, so what's the use

I'll take another heaping helping

of golden brown southern fried abuse

I guess I take my just deserts

and get what's mine

is mine

is mine, is yours

you always take it back and forth

and fifth and sixth

at last

at first

I quench my thirst

 

Smarticus

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mr when one is mad

i bet he'd be like "GO FUCK YOURSELVES ASSHOLES"

i'd give him a gun

but i am broke

 

a gun for valentines

to shoot cats

 

meeeeoooooowwwwwwwwww

 

magnum sized condoms for you

and nothing for me

 

 

aloooooohhhhaaaaa

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bitter anti valentine haiku's or poems....

 

lets see what poems i can chip off of old man winter's frosty heart....

 

from the dome.

 

******

if it were so

if things were right

if i tried harder to change our plight

would we be here, together

in the firelight

. . .

maybe, , ,

but it is better to be backed up

like an I-5 traffic jam

on a foggy night

******

 

thoughts of you

crash through my skull

like a rabid ocean

against a freightliner's hull

wanting you here, needing the company

you better change your personality

if you expect to be humping me

 

(threw a little compound into that one.... eminem lookout)

 

*****

bittersweet valentine

take me back to that time

when nature was new

and so was the lust

creating smiles while exploring

was an encouraged must

 

even though long gone

it stings like yesterday

and all i can think is

"i wish i had a way

to go back to the nights

we were captivated by the rain

 

 

(i can't even end this with a stupid chauvinistic "i don't care" comment...)

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Originally posted by DEE38

mr when one is mad

i bet he'd be like "GO FUCK YOURSELVES ASSHOLES"

i'd give him a gun

but i am broke

 

a gun for valentines

to shoot cats

 

damn cats! if someone gave me a gun id love them forever

sr-71 someone... please

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  • 11 months later...

love, a overated emotion

if i could see love, it proberly would have horns and be covered in blood

love is horny, and it loves the color of sweet valentines day

love is also a master of disguise

but love can't fool love

love knows, that by looking in a mirrior

love's reflection is evol...

 

mailo :love2:

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Guest KING OF HELL

My dance has passed.

 

Welcome to Hollywood girl.

Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore.

 

Combine the throbbin' in my head

with the rhythm of my fucking feet.

Say a novena for all those lost

and read the bloodstains on the sheets.

I've whored myself for less than this

and I've prayed to appear to fed.

As I knelt on my pillow God,

I clenched the fucking fists and banged my head.

 

Who could ever..

Who the fuck could ever..

Take the place of me? (x2)

 

Now I kiss up to God my fists

and I pray to keep my head

though I like your pretty eyes better blackened

and my fists all fucking red.

Through sickness and health,

I've kissed up to God two years, I have focused..

On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust.

 

Who could ever..

Who the fuck could ever..

Take the place of me?

Who could ever..

Who the fuck could ever..

No one can the place of me?

 

Wipe..

Wipe off you mouth.

Get up off your knees and make me your god.

Who could ever,

Who the fuck could ever?

It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore,

You cost what you're worth.

 

Followed by a boy like this,

Re-united by all your visits.

As long as your mouth is shut you'll still be fuckin beautiful.

 

Pack your shit and leave, and take my memories of her with you.

(I don't need to know)

(x10)

..And take her fucking with you.

 

"motel of the while locust" by GLASSJAW.

 

"When I get back."

(x3)

 

Pre-break of dawn,

Hear the ring, it's me live from a pay phone in the rain.

Things pan out exactly as i say they will.

Cause I'll be less happy when I get back.

 

Two hands in one glove as if we were poor.

The hard up make soup from stones like the poor before them did before.

 

You say.. You say the waiting could crush your heart.

But it's nothing new to me,

having you crave me so desperately.

But I know,

How when you need me you bleed for me,

Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans.

Always and forever we are apart.

And may she see,

She'd be free overjoyed in distance if she only let me sleep.

 

"Will things make less happy..

 

When I get back!?" (x3)

 

Absence makes the heart grow still.

Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill.

I know, but I know.

 

You say.. You say the waiting could crush your heart.

It's nothing new to me,

Having you crave me so desperately.

But I know,

How when you need me you bleed for me.

Though now, I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans.

Always and forever we are apart.

And may she see,

She'd be free overjoycing in distance if she only let me sleep....

 

Make the dead feel deader.

Deader.

Make the dead sleep nights with a razor.

Kill the prey.

(x4)

Kill the prey.

 

(I'll hold) My child's head underwater.

If it's a boy, I was joking.

If it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did because I had to...

And if you find my kid later, tell her I laughed too.

 

But it's nothing new to me,

Having you crave me so desperately.

But I know,

How when you need me you bleed for me,

Though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new fans.

Always and forever we are apart.

And may she see,

She'd be free overjoyed in distance,

If she only let me sleep.

"When I get back."

 

It just might work out fine,

Because I love you enough to let you give the pain that I want.

And when you do, I just might fuck you enough to love you.

Once upon my night stand, lied letters piled in columns.

Postmarked "Middle Island",

Out east in the county of Solemn.

 

"hurting and shoving" GLASSJAW.

 

yeah. fucking of course i was going to do it.....

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