Poème:Find Another Morning To Blame
Le Poème
I was waiting for the train
A little lightning through the rain
Scratching my nose with nervosity
And wiping the cold water on my cheeks
That day was’nt that bad, not more than others
And my girlfriend is getting sad, like ever
Waking and drinking your coffee
Get some cup and pour it for me
Working and living ordinary
Undress and sleep always as the same
Waking and finding a morning to blame
My friend we’rent comming
Thats where i found him
In a bed with my actress lover
Oh now i see that fine cover
Knowing it cant get better
And slapping hard on the flowers i gave to her
What a lost time putting butter on my toasts, all these morning
And thinking i had someone for me, at all
Waking up and drinking your coffee
Get some cup and pour it for me
Working and living ordinary
Undress and sleep always as the same
Waking and finding a fucking morning to blame
I found a letter this morning on my bed
My work said they were not wanting me anymore
Another morning to blame and yelling for
And writing poems for my unfortunate attempts
Working and living ordinary
Waking and finding another fucking morning to blame
A little lightning through the rain
Scratching my nose with nervosity
And wiping the cold water on my cheeks
That day was’nt that bad, not more than others
And my girlfriend is getting sad, like ever
Waking and drinking your coffee
Get some cup and pour it for me
Working and living ordinary
Undress and sleep always as the same
Waking and finding a morning to blame
My friend we’rent comming
Thats where i found him
In a bed with my actress lover
Oh now i see that fine cover
Knowing it cant get better
And slapping hard on the flowers i gave to her
What a lost time putting butter on my toasts, all these morning
And thinking i had someone for me, at all
Waking up and drinking your coffee
Get some cup and pour it for me
Working and living ordinary
Undress and sleep always as the same
Waking and finding a fucking morning to blame
I found a letter this morning on my bed
My work said they were not wanting me anymore
Another morning to blame and yelling for
And writing poems for my unfortunate attempts
Working and living ordinary
Waking and finding another fucking morning to blame
PostScriptum
Ce sont mes matins, je n’aime pas le matin, cest toujours pareil
Poète Darkvid
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Syllabes Hyphénique: Find Another Morning To Blame
i=was=wai=ting=for=the=train 7a=lit=tle=light=ning=through=the=rain 8
scrat=ching=my=nose=wi=th=ner=vo=si=ty 10
and=wi=ping=the=cold=wa=ter=on=my=cheeks 10
that=day=wasn=t=that=bad=not=more=than=o=thers 11
and=my=girl=friend=is=get=ting=sad=like=e=ver 11
wa=king=and=drin=king=your=cof=fee 8
get=so=me=cup=and=pour=it=for=me 9
wor=king=and=li=ving=or=di=na=ry 9
un=dress=and=s=leep=al=ways=as=the=same 10
wa=king=and=fin=ding=a=mor=ning=to=blame 10
my=friend=we=rent=com=ming 6
thats=w=he=re=i=found=him 7
in=a=bed=wi=th=my=ac=tress=lo=ver 10
oh=now=i=see=that=fi=ne=co=ver 9
kno=wing=it=cant=get=bet=ter 7
and=s=lap=ping=hard=on=the=flo=wers=i=gave=to=her 13
what=a=lost=time=put=ting=but=ter=on=my=toasts=all=the=se=mor=ning 16
and=thin=king=i=had=so=meone=for=me=at=all 11
wa=king=up=and=drin=king=your=cof=fee 9
get=so=me=cup=and=pour=it=for=me 9
wor=king=and=li=ving=or=di=na=ry 9
un=dress=and=s=leep=al=ways=as=the=same 10
wa=king=and=fin=ding=a=fu=cking=mor=ning=to=blame 12
i=found=a=let=ter=this=mor=ning=on=my=bed 11
my=work=said=they=we=re=not=wan=ting=mea=ny=more 12
ano=ther=mor=ning=to=blame=and=yel=ling=for 10
and=wri=ting=poems=for=my=un=for=tu=nateat=tempts 11
wor=king=and=li=ving=or=di=na=ry 9
wa=king=and=fin=ding=a=no=ther=fu=cking=mor=ning=to=blame 14
Phonétique : Find Another Morning To Blame
i was wεtiŋ fɔʁ tə tʁɛ̃a litlə liɡtniŋ tʁuɡ tə ʁɛ̃
skʁatʃiŋ mi nozə wit nεʁvoziti
ɑ̃d wipiŋ tə kɔld wate ɔ̃ mi ʃik
ta dε wasεn te ta bad, no mɔʁə tɑ̃ ɔtœʁ
ɑ̃d mi ʒiʁlfʁjɛ̃d is ʒεtiŋ sad, likə əve
wakiŋ ɑ̃d dʁɛ̃kiŋ iuʁ kɔfi
ʒεt sɔmə kyp ɑ̃d puʁ it fɔʁ mə
wɔʁkiŋ ɑ̃d liviŋ ɔʁdinaʁi
œ̃dʁεsz- ɑ̃d slip alwεz- a tə samə
wakiŋ ɑ̃d fɛ̃diŋ a mɔʁniŋ to blamə
mi fʁjɛ̃d wəʁɑ̃ kɔmiŋ
ta wəʁə i fund im
ɛ̃ a bεd wit mi aktʁεs lɔve
ɔ nɔw i si ta finə kɔve
knɔwiŋ it kɑ̃ ʒεt bεte
ɑ̃d slapiŋ-aʁ ɔ̃ tə flɔwœʁz- i ɡavə to εʁ
wa a lɔst timə pytiŋ byte ɔ̃ mi tɔast, al təzə mɔʁniŋ
ɑ̃d tɛ̃kiŋ i-ad sɔməɔnə fɔʁ mə, a al
wakiŋ yp ɑ̃d dʁɛ̃kiŋ iuʁ kɔfi
ʒεt sɔmə kyp ɑ̃d puʁ it fɔʁ mə
wɔʁkiŋ ɑ̃d liviŋ ɔʁdinaʁi
œ̃dʁεsz- ɑ̃d slip alwεz- a tə samə
wakiŋ ɑ̃d fɛ̃diŋ a fykiŋ mɔʁniŋ to blamə
i fund a lεte ti mɔʁniŋ ɔ̃ mi bεd
mi wɔʁk sε te wəʁə no wɑ̃tiŋ mə animɔʁə
anɔtœʁ mɔʁniŋ to blamə ɑ̃d iεlliŋ fɔʁ
ɑ̃d wʁitiŋ poεm fɔʁ mi œ̃fɔʁtynatə atɑ̃
wɔʁkiŋ ɑ̃d liviŋ ɔʁdinaʁi
wakiŋ ɑ̃d fɛ̃diŋ anɔtœʁ fykiŋ mɔʁniŋ to blamə
Syllabes Phonétique : Find Another Morning To Blame
i=was=wε=tiŋ=fɔʁ=tə=tʁɛ̃ 7a=li=tlə=liɡ=tniŋ=tʁuɡ=tə=ʁɛ̃ 8
skʁat=ʃiŋ=mi=no=zə=wit=nεʁ=vo=zi=ti 10
ɑ̃d=wi=piŋ=tə=kɔld=wa=te=ɔ̃=mi=ʃik 10
ta=dε=wa=sεn=te=ta=bad=no=mɔʁə=tɑ̃=ɔ=tœʁ 12
ɑ̃d=mi=ʒiʁl=fʁjɛ̃d=is=ʒε=tiŋ=sad=likə=ə=ve 11
wa=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=dʁɛ̃=kiŋ=i=uʁ=kɔ=fi 9
ʒεt=sɔ=mə=kyp=ɑ̃d=puʁ=it=fɔʁ=mə 9
wɔʁ=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=li=viŋ=ɔʁ=di=na=ʁi 9
œ̃=dʁεs=zɑ̃d=slip=a=lwε=za=tə=sa=mə 10
wa=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=fɛ̃=diŋ=a=mɔʁ=niŋ=to=blamə 10
mi=fʁjɛ̃d=wə=ʁɑ̃=kɔ=miŋ 6
ta=wə=ʁə=i=fund=im 6
ɛ̃=a=bεd=wit=mi=ak=tʁε=sə=lɔ=ve 10
ɔ=nɔw=i=si=ta=fi=nə=kɔ=ve 9
knɔ=wiŋ=it=kɑ̃=ʒεt=bε=te 7
ɑ̃d=sla=piŋ-aʁ=ɔ̃tə=flɔ=wœʁ=zi=ɡa=və=to=εʁ 12
wa=a=lɔst=timə=py=tiŋ=by=te=ɔ̃=mi=tɔ=ast=al=tə=zə=mɔʁ=niŋ 17
ɑ̃d=tɛ̃=kiŋ=i-ad=sɔməɔ=nə=fɔʁ=mə=a=al 11
wa=kiŋ=yp=ɑ̃d=dʁɛ̃=kiŋ=i=uʁ=kɔ=fi 10
ʒεt=sɔ=mə=kyp=ɑ̃d=puʁ=it=fɔʁ=mə 9
wɔʁ=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=li=viŋ=ɔʁ=di=na=ʁi 9
œ̃=dʁεs=zɑ̃d=slip=a=lwε=za=tə=sa=mə 10
wa=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=fɛ̃=diŋ=a=fy=kiŋ=mɔʁ=niŋ=toblamə 11
i=fund=a=lε=te=ti=mɔʁ=niŋ=ɔ̃=mi=bεd 11
mi=wɔʁk=sε=te=wə=ʁə=no=wɑ̃=tiŋ=məa=ni=mɔʁə 12
a=nɔ=tœʁ=mɔʁ=niŋ=to=blaməɑ̃d=i=εl=liŋ=fɔʁ 11
ɑ̃d=wʁi=tiŋ=po=εm=fɔʁ=mi=œ̃=fɔʁ=ty=natəa=tɑ̃ 12
wɔʁ=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=li=viŋ=ɔʁ=di=na=ʁi 9
wa=kiŋ=ɑ̃d=fɛ̃=diŋ=a=nɔ=tœʁ=fy=kiŋ=mɔʁ=niŋ=toblamə 13
Récompense
Commentaire Sur La Poesie
30/08/2005 23:29Lancu, Cooloost
Celui ci il est surpuissant ! Tu as bien réussi à mettre en relief la routine matinale avec classe et les vers se boivent à la tasse ! et la fin elle déchire tout bonnement. La classe !
Poème Vie
Du 01/12/2004 03:46
L'écrit contient 211 mots qui sont répartis dans 6 strophes.