Poems about easy


№ 1210528

Easy writer

Stay up late and write
I'm the freedom writer
Everyday it gets easy to say
Everything you wish you could
You think it's coldhearted
But needed to be said
I keep you away out of my head
I don't get close that's my only choice
Writing has become my voice
I show respect treated like a reject
Went my way because of detours
Crossing paths another roadblock
This time not giving up my way

easy,  writer.

Author: Infamous one
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209901

Easy money.

Shop around
There's a deal out there
And money will come to you
Then hold your head
And pray
That that
The money, will not stick on you at all
Then fall.

No such thing about money exists
But it easy does not matter at all.

easy,  money.

Author: Paul Hardwick
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1209850

Easy, like sunday morning.

I spend my sundays waiting for the sun to reach the edge of my sagging roof porch and
In the sprawling moments in which i wait i flip through pages which tell me of my destiny
And i try to figure out why the fuck i care about a future that i may never know,
But good god do i care.

These words swim in front of me like creatures in an effervescent pool, glowing green,
Because of some strange algae scum that sticks to them and their surroundings,
Forever catching my eye and interest, though they will never leave the pool, or in this case,
The pages on which they lie.

I analyze each past moment in contingency with each morsel of advice this book has to offer
And i wonder how many times i've already fucked up on my karmic path,
But somehow i find comfort in the small intricacies that weave within my own existence,
Time passed in the way the book spells it out.

I start to wonder if this is any different than witch craft, or religion,
And i find myself faced with another question, what exactly do i believe in?
Suddenly i realize that the purpose of this book isn't to give me answers, it's to make me ask questions,
And that's when i slam it shut.

I'm sick of answering questions and wondering who i am, like i'm some fucking hero from an epic,
Plus the sun's starting to warm the dark roof that scrapes my bare feet when i pace back and forth,
And the only thing that makes sense right now is going outside and
Lighting my last god damn cigarette.

easy,  morning,  sunday.

Author: Quinn
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1209341

"Nothing Comes Easy"

By Arcassin Burnham

Pocket full of lint,

Will Never get anywhere,

I knew where I was going,

Didn't find out how to get there,

But then you came out of the blue,

When my skies were,

Blowing kisses to you,

Knowing that my life was filled with dirt,

I'm hurt,
By the way life has treated me,
Nothing but desire and entities,
Don't come back til judgment day,
Have regretful things to say,

See what you made me do,
I'm losing it,
Because of you,
But without you,
I go insane,
I won't be the same,
I don't even know your name,
Man! nothing comes easy.


Author: Arcassin B
Date: 06/04/2020

№ 1204409

It Used To Be Easy - Day 9

It used to be easy
Making a friend
In Pre-K you just played
And you supposed it'd never end
It used to be easy
Passing a test
You just had to study
And do your best
It used to be easy
And all was stress-free
But now it's too hard
It is too hard for me
My head in a book
My pen on a page
Late nights and waking up early the next day
It used to be easy
It required no thought
It used to be easy
But now, it is not.

day,  easy.

Author: Cameron Godfrey
Date: 02/04/2020

№ 1200097

Memory Go Easy on Me

Memory go easy on me
You know I was just a child
And the visions and schemes of little girl dreams
Burn unfettered and wild

I know I'm grown I see the crone
Looking out at me from my own eyes
And gone are the days spent in that haze
Of star filled nights and sunlit skies
Destiny was not kind to me
My generic life is a brutal surprise

The world spins fast and and life won't last
Love arcs brilliant like shooting stars
When the sparkle is gone I try to hold on
With a death grip on my own prison bars
In the flesh that burns it's a hard lesson learned
Time won't temper the fatal scars

Blow this kiss good bye I smile, I lie
Drop paper dreams in a shallow grave
Swallow the pain again and again
Pretend that I'm not a slave
Till that 45 spins and the music begins
It's just the ghost of me I'm trying to save

TL Boehm
45 a magic ebony conveyance that when subjected to the stroke of a diamond tipped needle released pops, ticks and wonderful music.

easy,  memory.

Author: Tammy Boehm
Date: 29/03/2020

№ 1198820

Easy come, easy go

You come so easy to
Like Taylor Swift songs and


And smiles
And the silence at
The end of
My thoughts
Never felt so
Without you


In and out
And on my neck


Author: Courtney
Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1197096

Ironic how easy they said it would be

A simple verb
That wasn't so simple

A simple noun
Spelled without ease

Do you see the irony

easy,  ironic.

Author: Katelyn
Date: 26/03/2020