Forum: Poetry

I'ma keep it trill with the haters Gonna' squad up when it come to street players Devil up yuh' as*, got'choo feelin' froggy-froggy I am your microwave and yuh' pancake's soggy Hands in the air, b*tches, if the party litty My victims on the flyers you see all over the city Piss in yuh' pants...

a barred door with hanging lock nothing can open it neither plea nor knock so why are you here are you around still? have you no fear? you'll end up an easy kill so I've been told and that's fine

Drifting, drowning, you seem to fade Nothing to grab except the sharp blade Tearing at your fragile heart Its come too soon, and it all fell apart Dreading, defecating fear onto your soul You try to flee from the grip, but it takes control Nowhere to hide, nothing to ease the pain You fall...

"Cuddle" Cuddle me, sweetheart My heart splits in two, here's your part I am here to slay with chivalry You'll be impressed with my delivery You are my love, my heartbeat Which you've got going fast, like Starsky If you cuddle me, just know You can be the pimp while I'm your . . . !

It's so hard to say "I Love You", and not draw back in tears It's so hard to know that your not there to help me face my fears It's so hard to answer the calls from my phone, not knowing it's not your voice It's so hard to see you laughing when I'm crying deep inside It's so hard to fall in...

Untitled I struggle to capture your heart's luminescence. My emotions entangle in a crumpled heap. These knots of my failures engorge the chagrin Severing memories my heart scrambled to keep. A flurry of sentiment afflicting my consciousness. They fall in deaf ears; an emotional void....

I dream of you in the dark Blessing me with the softest kisses Whispering to me my worth Holding my hand as you caress my face. I dream of actually getting to touch you, To know you through more than my phone screen. Just a brief hug, It doesn't even have to be romantic.

I don't know why I bother. The venom dripping from your lips, Burning my throat, And I can feel the blood Bubbling And I can hear the acid Sizzling. You get so angry! Then you tell me it wasn't a fight. It was just a discussion.

Round my finger I twirl my hair As round my life You come here and there. The tides lapping Up and down As my feelings Breathe and drown. Luna up high Waxing and waning

There is frailty in your words, I was once foolish enough to believe them. I'm older now, and more the wiser. While I still love you, I trust you less. There really is no need to lie to me. Promises are the ways of cowards. In your hollow words it is us you condemn. For without trust there...

Memories, they’re strange. They can change you, your perspective, your day, your mood. One day you embrace them, like a close friend. They keep you moving, sane.

Slowly sinking Silently Into this stinking cesspool of the repertoire of the unwanted: Bastards, broken dreams, midnight fantasies. No more, I say Yet It continues Unperturbed by my desperate reach For anything that might hold me steady.

Throttling me against the wall, I never would have guessed. Pegged you for someone who would harm me? Never. Disillusioned by you I certainly was. How could I have known the you who nurtured me, Brought me into this world, loved, cared, and protected! No, I never would have known. And now...

Hey there. I'm new to this forum, and decided to, occasionally drop my own original poetry here. I'll probably contribute fourish times per week, since I still have a bunch of other things to do. Anyways, that's enough exposition, onto the poetry. Home: Mama please call Papa's phone, the...

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A certain sort of romance Has taken deep ensnaring roots, To the basis of my binding And has obfuscated certain truths A curtain for the frame Which highlights lover's game, A back and forth a'plenty In an unsure sort of phase

Love is a mystery Chemical in its periphery Carnal by its tenacity Beautiful in its complexity Simple or enigmatic It causes happiness and panic Sometimes chosen, or automatic It envelops the human heart

This is a story I wrote, because I really felt like writing something sweet last night. I classify it as a story, but it's written like a poem, so... I am a bit lost at the moment. Well, here it is under Poetry, I guess. --- A Winter Romance I met you on December 1st you signed my coffee...

The sun careens from Hidden vectors Illuminating What shadow measures Edges and flats Rounds and dips Creating a yearning Of window's lips

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cope with me and this thoughtless poetry you do it too yours is just done secretly medicated me tremors violently eager to earn your affections again this is how we've always been insisting my downward spiral is funny

There is so much to be said But lost in a perpetual space Rivers spew mendacies fed Ingested like a poison glace Watching Gaia's weeping Amaroidal from heaven's bay Her cannonade imploding home Slathering with salty duress Nothing in her repine noted Former decussate in reaping

It has been a long while, close to a year. Going to try to get back into writing, back into viewing peoples poems. The reason as to why matters not but going to post a unedited poem and I would love to hear from anyone and everyone who has something to say about it, even if it is a just good. Point...

Unable to approach you I am the fool in queendom's court, Dressed with my wits at best- With so much humor to sort I hide behind my mask Rosy and well refined, A porcelain of poetry Conceptually imbibed-

Ralf, Pickle and Wilson So keen to be hatin’. Now I gotta be demonstratin’ My rappin prowess Except no foul words Cuz them for the birds And chats for nerds I’m the Empress

I'm under the impression Of the lively November spirit, Whose courts are wreathed- With withered leaves o' merit Whose earthen queen sits a’top A macabre yet glowing throne, Which partakes of winter draught In every dried flower blown-

Haunted by her figure The fawning of fair delusion, My eyes can not synchronize With her beautiful absolution She is the Phantom of the Opera My spectral Annabel Lee, The Yellow Rose of Texas That I have seen in my dreams

In the spirit of all Hallow's Eve, I was inspired to compose such a poem. Anyways, the means of inspiration nor how it was conceived is not important. All that matters, is my hope you, the reader enjoys this piece. When I was little, it was okay. It was normal To believe in the things that went...

This is just something that I wrote a long time ago. Feel free to post your thoughts on it. To An Old friend Do you remember? We turned onlookers emerald , Painted the words ‘FRIENDS FOREVER’ On our hands like little children. Singing as if we were tone deaf at the

My emotions are ink. Feelings ne'er conveyed, find them printed on pages upon pages upon pages. My thoughts are ink. Ideas waltz in my mind, find them dancing on pages ...