AiR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 6:13am
12th Dec 2018 6:13am
Can You Find The Rascal Mind?
My mind is king; I thought it is everything!
It makes me blink; it makes me think
It gives me joy until I die
The only problem with my mind… Where it is, I cannot find!
It is my memory; it is my mind
It is my intellect - one of a kind
My greatest treasure is my mind
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
The body I can see; the body I can find
Likewise I am sure; I have a mind
It is not yours; I know it is mine
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
...
It makes me blink; it makes me think
It gives me joy until I die
The only problem with my mind… Where it is, I cannot find!
It is my memory; it is my mind
It is my intellect - one of a kind
My greatest treasure is my mind
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
The body I can see; the body I can find
Likewise I am sure; I have a mind
It is not yours; I know it is mine
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
...
#earth
#universe
#moon
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Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 4:12am
12th Dec 2018 4:12am
DUP Confessional 6-Half Dragon
(Some of ya’ll like to be up in my brain but not tonight; here we go)
Sitting
Behind
this
Smoke
Screen
At
DUP;
Picking
Holes
Down to
Your
Valuables:
Expectations-
Guarded-
Making
A half
Dragon
Half
Agonizing
Immortal
Scream
Inside me
Flaming darts
Snorting
Fire from
Nostrils
Waving
Hot
Cinder
Wishing
Upon
Surrender
With
At...
Sitting
Behind
this
Smoke
Screen
At
DUP;
Picking
Holes
Down to
Your
Valuables:
Expectations-
Guarded-
Making
A half
Dragon
Half
Agonizing
Immortal
Scream
Inside me
Flaming darts
Snorting
Fire from
Nostrils
Waving
Hot
Cinder
Wishing
Upon
Surrender
With
At...
#politics
#dragons
#LifeAsAWriter
#mythology
#PopCulture
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Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 00:00am
12th Dec 2018 00:00am
City Tales, chapter 2
On the inside we used to say, "if respect is given, you keep on livin'."
Back in the day, on the streets, it was pretty much the same.
The familiar flickering popping sounds of streetlights engaging was our break of dawn. The dark of night. Our church, and I its pastor. Believe me when I say that I am of little consequence. Within the backdrop of the universe I am nothing,
but here, in my city, I am God.
Gang leadership is not inherited. Those who "fall" into leadership, leave in the same way. On their backs, and cold.
Like respect, the power of being a...
Back in the day, on the streets, it was pretty much the same.
The familiar flickering popping sounds of streetlights engaging was our break of dawn. The dark of night. Our church, and I its pastor. Believe me when I say that I am of little consequence. Within the backdrop of the universe I am nothing,
but here, in my city, I am God.
Gang leadership is not inherited. Those who "fall" into leadership, leave in the same way. On their backs, and cold.
Like respect, the power of being a...
#LifeStruggles
#ShortStory
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2 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 7:53pm
11th Dec 2018 7:53pm
Snow Globe
in the bitter cold of winter
she was held frozen
behind a curtain of ice
her skin porcelain
a pinch of blush on pale skin,
her long white hair coiled in braids
falling gracefully
eyes of icy blue
gazed out into all
that is white
icicles hang like daggers
glowing in pale light
sun barred behind dense grey clouds
not letting in a shred of warmth
this has been her life
for as long as she can remember
she sits on her icy throne
gazing in wonder at the
surrounding whiteness, ...
she was held frozen
behind a curtain of ice
her skin porcelain
a pinch of blush on pale skin,
her long white hair coiled in braids
falling gracefully
eyes of icy blue
gazed out into all
that is white
icicles hang like daggers
glowing in pale light
sun barred behind dense grey clouds
not letting in a shred of warmth
this has been her life
for as long as she can remember
she sits on her icy throne
gazing in wonder at the
surrounding whiteness, ...
#winter
#magic
43 reads
8 Comments
KGERICD
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 1:05am
11th Dec 2018 1:05am
Sweat queen
Hard work and determination
thats my motto for my competition
I work hard just to be on top
I see my face on posters to shops
I could be someones dream or not
I maybe a good influence to women
I became the evidence that women can be like men
I am an inspiration
their admiration
i am a queen
that sweats.
thats my motto for my competition
I work hard just to be on top
I see my face on posters to shops
I could be someones dream or not
I maybe a good influence to women
I became the evidence that women can be like men
I am an inspiration
their admiration
i am a queen
that sweats.
#hope
#dreams
#narrative
#ShortStory
#LifeGoals
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Bender
Jarlath
Jarlath
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 10:13pm
10th Dec 2018 10:13pm
City Tales, chapter 1
Asphalt rivers in concrete jungles.
Shadows cast from flashing amber.
Lights blinking as if to say:
"Its late, turn back."
After midnight the city is
cold and quiet.
The buzz of streetlamps drowns
out the day's anxiety, and with a sigh
we begin to stir;
the children of the night.
With a metallic snap of a zippo lighter,
and a long drag on a Marlboro red,
I step from the alley surveying
my kingdom.
The air smells of stale beer and desperation, but there's a...
Shadows cast from flashing amber.
Lights blinking as if to say:
"Its late, turn back."
After midnight the city is
cold and quiet.
The buzz of streetlamps drowns
out the day's anxiety, and with a sigh
we begin to stir;
the children of the night.
With a metallic snap of a zippo lighter,
and a long drag on a Marlboro red,
I step from the alley surveying
my kingdom.
The air smells of stale beer and desperation, but there's a...
#city
#night
#respect
42 reads
3 Comments
AiR
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 9:00am
10th Dec 2018 9:00am
A Cosmic Drama
Nothing is real; it's a Cosmic Drama
We are just actors; we come and we go
There will be laughter; there will be tears
Such is the Cosmic Show…
It's a drama you see
Whatever will be, will be
Our role we must do, you see
What will be will be
Nothing is real; it's just a dream
There is no murder; no need to scream
Just a projection; it's just a show
We must wake up and go
It's a drama you see
Whatever will be, will be
Our role we must do, you see
What will be will be
The earth is a stage for His Cosmic...
We are just actors; we come and we go
There will be laughter; there will be tears
Such is the Cosmic Show…
It's a drama you see
Whatever will be, will be
Our role we must do, you see
What will be will be
Nothing is real; it's just a dream
There is no murder; no need to scream
Just a projection; it's just a show
We must wake up and go
It's a drama you see
Whatever will be, will be
Our role we must do, you see
What will be will be
The earth is a stage for His Cosmic...
#love
#kindness
#strength #courage
#strength #courage
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2 Comments
AiR
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 8:53am
10th Dec 2018 8:53am
Who is God? Where is God? What is God?
I searched for God in temples
But nowhere was He found
I looked into the skies and waters
And everywhere on the ground
To me, God was a statue
I prayed to Him for years
I was in love with my Lord
And I used to pray with tears
I thought God lived in the temple
It was Heaven in every way
I used to talk to my Saviour,
Morning, night, all day
God gave me everything I wanted
There was nothing more to need
I used to be ashamed of myself
When I looked upon my greed
I had everything I...
But nowhere was He found
I looked into the skies and waters
And everywhere on the ground
To me, God was a statue
I prayed to Him for years
I was in love with my Lord
And I used to pray with tears
I thought God lived in the temple
It was Heaven in every way
I used to talk to my Saviour,
Morning, night, all day
God gave me everything I wanted
There was nothing more to need
I used to be ashamed of myself
When I looked upon my greed
I had everything I...
#kindness
#God
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1 Comment
Lowko
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 8:44am
10th Dec 2018 8:44am
Glass of red
I sprinkle billy whizz in2 my glass of red / Rasta dreads down stairs, part her legs / pass the dregs punk I can't be assed for bed !
Get ya pudpud out til it's swollen and beat / now plz go home wit these frozen peas!
I don't play rugby in tha field n throw tha ball in tha park / I've got tha bucky that I wield by tha store after dark ! ...
Catch me in the court shootin' hoops wit tha troops/ tha chicken heads are cluckin' u can catch me in tha coupe .
I'm a gipsy hill hustlah , south west wrestler/ shaking down clowns and I get the best of ya ! From tha ends of Lambeth...
Get ya pudpud out til it's swollen and beat / now plz go home wit these frozen peas!
I don't play rugby in tha field n throw tha ball in tha park / I've got tha bucky that I wield by tha store after dark ! ...
Catch me in the court shootin' hoops wit tha troops/ tha chicken heads are cluckin' u can catch me in tha coupe .
I'm a gipsy hill hustlah , south west wrestler/ shaking down clowns and I get the best of ya ! From tha ends of Lambeth...
#technology
#music
#travel
#sports
#responsibility
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 4:05pm
9th Dec 2018 4:05pm
Transporter
I hit Daytona like a fucking storm
My boy knew that I was coming and bitches were warned
Me and my boy, Mad Money, are connected at the neck
We live by the same code, ride or die if shown disrespect
Offered to fuck up and break my number one rule
"Don't fuck around and break you own fucking rules"
Partying and pussy can be had at any time
But for now keep your mind on your motherfucking grind
I dropped off and picked up
Over a few snort and a few shots, we discussed my cut
The ice, the flakka, and throw in two bricks of powder ...
My boy knew that I was coming and bitches were warned
Me and my boy, Mad Money, are connected at the neck
We live by the same code, ride or die if shown disrespect
Offered to fuck up and break my number one rule
"Don't fuck around and break you own fucking rules"
Partying and pussy can be had at any time
But for now keep your mind on your motherfucking grind
I dropped off and picked up
Over a few snort and a few shots, we discussed my cut
The ice, the flakka, and throw in two bricks of powder ...
#violence
#money
#drugs
44 reads
4 Comments
Selosa67
Poem Published
9th Dec 2018 8:28am
9th Dec 2018 8:28am
Dreams Of Passion
Softly she hears her lover call her name,
Slowly she walks to him without any shame.
Passion takes hold, Passions not one they lack.
As he slowly moves his hand down the small of her back.
He whispers something in her ear that she understood.
Temperature was rising,
Her heart begins to beat fast,
As she gasped for air!
He continued to slowly make his way down,
Now kissing from her neck and slowly more down.
She could not breath!
Passion gets out of control,
There was no stopping them!
Then in the distance, ...
Slowly she walks to him without any shame.
Passion takes hold, Passions not one they lack.
As he slowly moves his hand down the small of her back.
He whispers something in her ear that she understood.
Temperature was rising,
Her heart begins to beat fast,
As she gasped for air!
He continued to slowly make his way down,
Now kissing from her neck and slowly more down.
She could not breath!
Passion gets out of control,
There was no stopping them!
Then in the distance, ...
#love
#strength
55 reads
7 Comments
Chuck
Poem Published
8th Dec 2018 11:46pm
8th Dec 2018 11:46pm
How I Wish: Christmas Knew Me
How I wish
Christmas came to my house
On this cold December day
In the middle of the ghetto
• How I wish
There was presents spread around
Under a colorful lit Christmas tree
In my bare front room
• How I wish
There were family members and friends
Together eating a feast as one
In our small cluttered dining room
• How I wish
I could put milk and cookies
For Santa Claus to eat
But that we cannot afford
• How I wish
That I had both mom and dad
That cared and loved me as a son
But I...
Christmas came to my house
On this cold December day
In the middle of the ghetto
• How I wish
There was presents spread around
Under a colorful lit Christmas tree
In my bare front room
• How I wish
There were family members and friends
Together eating a feast as one
In our small cluttered dining room
• How I wish
I could put milk and cookies
For Santa Claus to eat
But that we cannot afford
• How I wish
That I had both mom and dad
That cared and loved me as a son
But I...
#sadness
#disappointment
#poverty
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1 Comment
DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction (Page 2)
