by Paige Clinton |
Categories:
analogy, boyfriend, break up, deep, desire, emotions,
Call me stupid
I don’t really care
I’ve been there before
Call me reckless
It doesn’t bother me
It makes me feel free
So, Why don’t you pull out a dictionary
Look up all the words you’d use to describe me
I bet they aren’t pretty
I bet they’re pretty cold
But so are you baby...
You’re inconsiderate
Practically illiterate
You’re obsessed with your looks
Because of your arrogance
You’re uncreative
So overrated
It’s like every damn thing I do
You always disapprove
Call that controlling
Baby I’m trolling
You think you your so attractive
With your lack of compassion?
What happened to chivalry?
You think your so sexy?
You’re full of desire
But you set love on fire
by Joy Wellington |
Categories:
lost love, sad, slam,
Sometimes when my mind's lazy I think of you
The times that happen are getting quite few
Wreaked havoc on my heart
What the storm did in its path
Sadistically rape my love
Then offered a black dove
Forged a degree to get by
A degree you have to lie
How does knowledge make gold
When there's a hole in the shoe sole
Shame on you big professor
You play my money and me a sucker
Me the poor illiterate woman
Fed clothes and shelter the educated man
by Betim Muco |
Categories:
love
Illiterate is the rain
Rolling down the windowpane
But it can write your name
by Abdulmalik Mahmoud |
Categories:
culture, feelings, growing up, heart, romance, smart, society,
Narrow was the path I walked
Filled with gravels and stones
The people it surrounded were all but illiterate
Gifted with all knowledges
But lack the heart
Thus I stand before you
Neither with pride nor ego
But a sabotaged brain pleading for the heart
For it has never felt love and had to show it in return
Forgive on how I behaved
For I thought too much and felt too little
I learnt all the mechanism of the heart
Yet this knowledge is nothing but strange to me
But I swear on the very heart that
Not another day on this earth shall pass
That I won't be a slave for your love
by Kewayne Wadley |
Categories:
black african american, dream, feelings, lonely, longing, love, rose,
A rose bloomed.
A poem written in buds.
It offered its arms, illiterate to whats been written.
It fell asleep. A garden in thought.
Slipping from the ledge it grew.
In REM it whispered.
Wake me when we land.
For I will have acheived my dream
by Christopher Remele |
Categories:
age, appreciation, birth, dream, feelings, loneliness, philosophy,
The essence of being is illiterate at best
My swan has a place in society
I am the only one who can breathe
This is the way I see life
Every man and women comes to me in a dream
Expecting nothing I give them something
All who walk are to be in the world , not in the universe
My flavor is always for more love
Can anything be this remote?
I am the master of all languages
The country of origin is the country I hail from
I live in a city, that is sometimes there and other times not
The being I am is all knowing
Live
by Sellamuthu S.Kandasamy |
Categories:
allegory,
You are great
Your cotribution to nation is so much
We love you very much
You always teach
We consider it as you preach
Long live your glory!
Your demise makes us worry
Though you're wise,remained calm
Illiterate empty vessels always harm
Among wealthy showoff leaders
You proved you're a simple leader
At present ,leader means corruption
How you're away from such an institution
Many bachelor leaders are money lovers
But you love nation and students
You're not only teacher of students
You taught a lesson to the universe
What to dream,and how to live
for a nation to become super power!
India salutes you,the rocket president
Abdul Kalam the great!
by David Sobieralski |
Categories:
mystery, , literature,
just because you live in a cage
dont mean you car'nt break the bar's
just because your heart feel's rage
don't mean ur love should part
just because your loveless eyes,
wait in hope of sight
don't mean your apprehention's
will dampen your spirit's spark
and if you loose your patience
and blame the phycophantic hoard's
will your amalglamation
carve honour with it's sword's
the time of loveless pages
that wright an uncomfortable truth
will beckon down the ages
and return you to your youth
ps......sorry for the illiterate literature,but if you get the meaning ,then being
understood count's more than being corrected
by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
Categories:
metaphor, relationship, song,
You click my lonely heart
every night with mouse
but each time you find
no message inbox
Then you make conclusion
that no message inbox
implies I am illiterate
in the computer of love
But you make silly mistakes
You click wrong files
sometimes deleted ones
surely how can you find love?
Let you click in the right files
What you want you will find
by Ashley Daly |
Categories:
friendship, love, passion, , cute,
Illiterate games are my favorite
I’d rather you don’t speak to me
In words whispered
Talk to me totally tacitly
You’re so cute when you’re quiet
by Mohit Rohilla |
Categories:
beautiful, best friend, care, heart, love, romantic love, roses are red,
Bin Hooks Are Gulab
Lub them are awesome
Those pink bowls
Sweet wine
Silver-like
Two diamonds are big
Nisha is settled in sliver
There is a math on the forehead
In love
An illiterate book
Such as his husn
The simplicity is the hijab
Since it has been
Heart condition is bad
by Meetkumar Tailor |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, care, love,
You are my shadow,
If I am without you,
That's me in darkness.
You are a flower,
With beauty and fragrance,
Me as cactus in desert.
You are a butterfly,
Swings ups and downs,
Worm first of yours.
You are my childhood,
Illiterate but full of happiness,
Can't bring you back.
by Samantha Kauffman |
Categories:
lost love, sad, may,
Engaged to be married
A child on the way
Two years in our relationship
You said you must not stay
She's blonde and illiterate
She has nothing to her name
She uses and abuses
Her relationship's a game
Your life is screwed up
This I plainly see
Cops will be looking for you
Before this would not be
I still love you
And thats a sure fact
But all she is doing
Is putting on an act
You may call it jelousy
Or you may call it envy
But I'm that 17yr old
Holding our 1 month old baby