Poems about People

Here are five poems about different people I know. Even though are about five specific people, the also represent many many other people I have met in my life. I am sure that when you read them, they will remind you of someone you know or have known in you lifetime. Maybe not the complete poem but part of it will bring on some memory or recollection. The titles are: "Mr. Vincin", "R'n'R Jenny", "Little Ms. Carina", "Nathanael", "William" and "Jennifer Nova". Please let me know what you think of them; good, bad etc etc. For students, if you do not understand anything about the poems, please let me know and I will explain it for you. Syrbastyian

Poem: Mr. Vincin

" Mr. Vincin "

It is a hot summer's night, sleep is far away now.

Mr. Vincin eyes watch the story of an unconscious dream.

Look close, can you you see what he sees.

What does he see.

Mr. Vincin your coke can is burning, melting down, out of sight.

Mr. Vincin the clouds are turning, blackening day into night.

See the world turning or is it really burning.

You are young and you think you know it all.

You are young and you will fall.

Open your eyes, see.

There is no help for you, Mr. Vincin.

Did you promise yourself success?

All you got was beat to dust.

Did you promise yourself love?

All you got was a thirty-five year old angel of mental destruction.

We tried to warn you, no use.

Well I guess there is nothing for you to do.

Except, smoke some mother-nature and washing her down with booze and pills.

Fucker.

Listen to some good metal to bring the anger out.

So you can kill the Datsun One Twenty Y.

That is what life is about.

You are young and she killed you inside.

You are young and you think you understand.

Still you have the rest of your life.

No outside hand for you my friend.

No help for Mr. Vincin.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: R'n'R Jenny

" R 'n' R Jenny "

Werewolf howls in a full moon's light.

Cats are screaming, they can sense it alright.

Night animals are restless, they know what is going down.

Because rock'n'roll Jenny is back on the prowl.

All you little school boys get your heads out of them books.

There is a fire burning deep inside, mind is wondering what it will be tonight.

Rock'n'roll Jenny is back in town.

Rock'n'roll Jenny will make you a clown.

Rock'n'roll Jenny does not do fantasy.

She just turns ecstasy into mind blowing reality.

There is a fire in your balls and a thought in your mind.

You have never had so much pleasure all at the same time.

Do you know the difference between heaven and hell.

Aah man I do not think so, she got you under her rock'n'roll spell.

She is a real live wire.

Yes, she is a pleasure machine.

Start her engine up, she will never break down.

Before you know it you will be begging to go down.

Yeah, she has what men and boys want.

And she knows what they need.

Oh our little rock'n'roll Jenny will break all the rules and bring you to your knees.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Little Ms. Carina

" Little Ms. Carina "

Sharp as a razor, like ice.

Little Ms. Carina's words will tell no lies.

Heart of an Aztec, Mayan stature, Spanish beauty.

Gentle and delicate as a single snow flake.

Little Ms. Carina is a rose, how do I begin.

Honest to a fault, perceptive isn't that to truth.

Full of passion and fire.

Wrapped in a body that would make a diamond liquefy.

Little Ms. Carina the rose in the midnight sky.

She will wipe away your tears and comfort the child inside.

She dreams of monsters chasing her all night.

She dreams of picnics in springtime and lovers under moonlight.

Little Ms. Carina her beauty is endless.

Her eyes tell her story.

Her heart is her spirit with a smile that brings joy.

Positive and yet unsure.

Full of hope with at times doubt.

Imperfect but this makes her all the more perfect.

Little Ms. Carina is Little Ms. Carina.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Nathanael

" Nathanael "

As Nathanael came to the crest of the Crystal mountain.

He gazed on the valley before him.

He fell upon his knees and wept for he had never seen such true and everlasting beauty.

Beauty of which no words could describe or no person could ever hope to comprehend.

With pure love there before him but doubt in his heart that he could have it.

With tears of wonder running down his face mixed with sadness of love so strong.

Yet confusion and questions in himself on the thorns of doubt.

Cry of the sadness in your heart no more, let her arms hold you.

Her arms are small but her heart and love for you is so strong for you.

With her you are free, with her you are truly yourself.

She sees only you and not the image of you.

Doubt no more, cry no more.

Fly and be free on the with of love.

So cry no more, Nathanael.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: William

" William "

He can laugh.

He can smile, though he does not like to.

He can be sad sometimes.

He can get depressed.

He has cried once, that was for a short tick of time.

He can be hurt, he will never show it.

He can be angered, though you will never know.

He is not that special.

He can be more than a little strange.

He is ordinarily different.

At times extreme unusual in his wants and ways.

He can love, but he is afraid.

He can be trusted, even if he he would not be.

He can trust, but does not like to.

Responsible, he can be but it is something he can do without.

Violent he can be and terribly violent he has been.

He has dark secrets deep inside him.

Secrets he would not, can not, tell even the most loving ear.

He battles with himself constantly.

Thoughts and memories of life, life twisted.

He has suffered so much, suffered great pain.

He might holding it or he might be insane.

He is just a person.

And William is his name.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Jennifer Nova

" Jennifer Nova "

Bobbed blonde hair with a hint of brown.

Brown twisting, turning flowing there with the blonde.

Radiant smile that lights up a room.

champagne personality which bubbles and tickles.

Cut top, maybe a little low.

But hey, what the heck.

Sometimes a girl's got to show.

Sad to see you leave.

Sad to see you go.

Remember this here, remember this time.

Remember what it was, remember what life was like.

Do not forgot us.

Us lost to the past.

We will not forgot you.

Ms. Parker you are memories to last.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier