I love Poetry like I love sex I love Poetry like I love coffee I love Poetry like I love Anime I love poetry like I love sneakers I love Poetry like I love good food Poetry nurtures my appetite Like soul food without it there’s A hole in my soul when I write it’s With my whole soul it’s like when I write nothing else matters just What’s on my brain matter no gray Area just black and white and never Saw the color of people to me it Doesn’t matter if y...Read more
When we think of heroes we automatically think of Superman, Wonder-Woman, Batman, Flash, and all the other comic books we read and the television movies we have seen. We think of the superhuman strength, abilities, weapons, they have to attain to be victorious against their enemies. When we think of superheroes, we think of someone out of this world, or something extraterrestrial, from a different dimension and someone who is not like us. Our minds escape reality when we think of heroes however,...Read more
Hide feelings Have great meanings It's a secret of things You consider that boring? You linked Feelings and other things Hide pain Pains are main You can't feel the rain 'Can't blame You'll know In time Pain is not same Not a stain But remains deep in the brain Sometimes leads to be insane Hide love, Please, You can't live in ease Love cease No need to quiz Hide your love like a sting of bees Hide wrath Is changing your path Put off cloth Feeling out of health...Read more
They are precious Like pearls one won't let go They grow with them Just like the branch of a tree Wild are their ability And are untamed anytime they visit It is a living That they think of everyday They are full of emotions Breeding roses or thorns No doubt they are powerful For they give them strength or weaknessRead more
Hot like a steel iron pulled out of fire Dangerous to be neared like a naked wire with flows of electricity All it breaths are injury and pain To the receiver and performer The green grass shines brightly like emerald So it's colour doesn't fade away when stepped upon Even the wild beast keep to his heels Because tomorrow's daylight is beautiful to see And can't be missed For who can resist the sudden visitor His uncontrollableness and mischievousnessRead more
It is a gift to see the day's light Surely, I'm born today to shine A pleasure to witness wonders around me Indubitably, I'm born for greatness To feel, see, hear and breath all seems as magic at first Later I know I'm designed for a purpose Gifted to sleep from worries So I can dream and make my wishes be realities This is the day the journey of a thousand miles begin And at the end of each day of the race, everything I pray to see from the mirror... Is a face filled with...Read more
Lifestyle of a dominant king is the young man's thought More even provoking he wants to rule Kings Picturing thousands of knights keenly waiting for his command Spreading his wings and having all what he desires Becoming the human he want and having his impact spread like air to mankind Wanting a life of richdom and freedom Possessing a bow like that of King David's With one shot at the warfront he overcomes the impediments By his side is a source of motivation For...Read more
Poem #2,715 Is a choice Poverty Is a choice, so says the rich man who pulled himself from up out of the canyons of such, with little more than his determination, encouragement from his inner voice and daily pushes from his drive. Sacrificing as he went, giving up small pleasures now, for the bigger goals and dreams in mind, by him, to be accomplished later. Instead of having, he went without, for years. As others traveled and left him behind, he never begrudged their smiles, nor did he ever w...Read more
2645 If I can do the same as the shepherd, then why would I want to remain a sheep? You want me walking with my head held down, keeping in step with those in front. Not because they know the way mind you but simply because they’re in front. With your mode of thinking, I’m being coaxed into forfeiting my WILL for that of another’s. And since this has all been done unbeknownst to me, in the end, I’m stuck wondering like an idiot, how come these ideas I now try as my own, never seem to work out....Read more
Many would consider it epic to be baptized in the river of Jordan but I’d rather be baptized in a river of Jordans Plus I’m still having a hard time copping the Penny Hardaways I guess I’m learning the hard way that my pennies can’t make Magic and the resellers are treating the price like steroids they keep jacking them up I rotate my sneakers like tires if I can get 24 pairs within a year I call that a Good Year I never get tired of wearing them I don’t need to speak my...Read more
When dreams evade Hopes fade Body frail Face becomes pale I feel wilt Big heart beat Under bed quilt My pillow feels guilt Because of my tears My big fears The fake peers Nights have all decayed Nightmares was made Gloomy atmosphere pervaded Full of dust Like trees when combust Time go fast As friends we trust I can't live in the dark My star can't spark I need some strength To retrieve my health HB PoemsRead more
Can we get a round of applause please For everyone trying to live righteously Can we get a round of applause For those who stopped their bad habits Can we get a round of applause please For everyone whom listens and adheres to the message A string of applauses, For those who have not given up on life yet So many of us do not practice living well and dying old They get a caught up in a ongoing struggle A situation where it is difficult to get out of So can we get a round of applause S...Read more
The cursive letters in these words dance To the tune of time lost in phases, as men drew lines into the sands of familiar ghosts trying to gleen awareness from precarious holds My father, his old pipe with a Bic pen tube sucking raw tobacco into his well travelled lungs, sold me dreams of masculinity and it's pressurized acceptance to build homes when it should look within in search for itself before the seeds leave & inject into the veins of a society sightless to childhood trauma...Read more
Poem #2,714 I’m not by myself, I’m with me! I’m not by myself, I’m with me, so how in this cosmos, could I ever be lonely? Questioning myself at times, but only because my memory has lapse’s and I forget who I am. But deja vu often reminds me, that I’ve indeed, been here before. So a solemn path, bothers me not to walk. Keeping to myself purposely, not because I’m anti, but only because this path I’ve chosen, deserves my full dedication. And as I give it, confidently as I go, I fear not being...Read more
Killing yourself isn't the solution Killing yourself will make you feel It's the final decision left to make and take You've suffered enough solutions can wait later Nothing to hide that's how you feel If death can be proud and arrogant of its self What stops me from being proud of how I feel I shouldn't be ashamed or discouraged of my present state existence or next step to take in life You will definitely feel it means nothing Please pay attention to little things Death felt y...Read more
Poem #2,713 "What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us." ~RWE How much have we each been through, time and time again, wanting to be more than what we currently are, only to organically grow into, everything we’re meant to become anyway. Peace is an objective, a destination held and sought in the hearts and minds of men. But once that objective is attained, then kicks in the rules of man. For man is never not searching. When it’s cool he want...Read more
Concept upon concept Precept upon precept I’m trying to build trying to construct In a world that welcomes my destruction Living and gaining knowledge is a rite of passage and I strive to achieve that daily even as I write this passage Building like I’m constructing a pyramid wisdom is the only peer I have amid wanton ignorance and unwarranted violence like a pharaoh I’m bearing rule over my spirit, mind, and emotions I’m not a mason yet I build brick by brick even though daily...Read more
The candle sat on the dresser alit, down it’s sides wax dripping, dripping, and dripping It sat on a crystal plate, beneath it a tatted doily with intricate picot’s throughout Next to it, a blue and white hand blown vase, filled with purple and white lilacs…it’s scent filled the air Near the vase, an antique mirror made of a burnished silver, with intricate scrolled carvings on its backside The candle continued on dripping, dripping, and dripping Her auburn hair draped over the bl...Read more
You can suck me till I bust after all you’re a succubus I’m no demon but at this moment I’m exercising them if I was in a spiritual state I would be exorcising them I don’t have sex with sleeping women so I could never be an incubus but just allow my manhood to incubate inside you Let me get my rocks off inside your quarry hammering my nine inch nail so we can rock and when we’re not humping you can swallow and sip your butt is so big my dick gets swallowed in your hip We’re hip to th...Read more
Every champion was called a Loser somewhere while starting the first step towards journey - The Loser
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