Submissions by Chi3f (Gomba)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love knowledge and creativity. If it is meaningful, Great! If it is beautiful, awesome! If its meaningful and beautiful, you have my love.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Apr 2021 11:58pm
1st Apr 2021 11:58pm
LUST DOES THE TRICK TOO
#SelfDiscovery
#sensual
243 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th May 2020 4:42pm
13th May 2020 4:42pm
JOY
Her hair primmed
Eyes beams
Nose, thin
Pretty ears
Cute lips like she's a mold
Boobs fit matching her whole
Belly in, lacking those folds
The right hips for a Jo
Some pretty little feet and clean soles
Even when Pissed, She's not a scold
With her skin BLACK, like AFRICAN souls
Rouge shifts... sweet Jove!
Eyes beams
Nose, thin
Pretty ears
Cute lips like she's a mold
Boobs fit matching her whole
Belly in, lacking those folds
The right hips for a Jo
Some pretty little feet and clean soles
Even when Pissed, She's not a scold
With her skin BLACK, like AFRICAN souls
Rouge shifts... sweet Jove!
#beauty
262 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 00:28am
24th Apr 2020 00:28am
I AM RIGHT, YOU ARE WRONG
In reality, people are strange, but we are doing a great job adapting to us
Right, wrong, tight, lose, up, aged, young, weak, strong - are all nothing without us
Forget all sciences ,philosophies, ideologies
The only knowledge worth knowing is this:
WE ARE DIFFERENT
You see nine, I see six
Instead of conflicting, We should be laughing at us
But I'm right,
I am so sure I am right;
And that you are wrong.
In fact, more than I am sure that I am right,
I am sure you are wrong.
Right, wrong, tight, lose, up, aged, young, weak, strong - are all nothing without us
Forget all sciences ,philosophies, ideologies
The only knowledge worth knowing is this:
WE ARE DIFFERENT
You see nine, I see six
Instead of conflicting, We should be laughing at us
But I'm right,
I am so sure I am right;
And that you are wrong.
In fact, more than I am sure that I am right,
I am sure you are wrong.
#conflict
351 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 00:15am
24th Apr 2020 00:15am
I AM A BOY, SHE IS A GIRL
It was love
But it wasn't the same
The way she cared
just wasn't my way
It was always war before sex
That heightens the effect
"If you can't call you should at least text!"
"I called during the morning hours" I would say
That would fan the flame
"You can't be just friends with a male!"
"We are just friends" she'll would maintain
That drove me insane!
Then war
Then sex again
Repeat.
But it wasn't the same
The way she cared
just wasn't my way
It was always war before sex
That heightens the effect
"If you can't call you should at least text!"
"I called during the morning hours" I would say
That would fan the flame
"You can't be just friends with a male!"
"We are just friends" she'll would maintain
That drove me insane!
Then war
Then sex again
Repeat.
#love
#conflict
#sex
282 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 11:28am
21st Apr 2020 11:28am
THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS
I was twelve or thirteen.
That was the day I crossed.
My initiation,
My passage: From 'innocence' to 'KNOWING';
From growing to GROWING.
Even then I did not understand.
But that day was my passage into dusk;
From 'boy' to 'man';
From 'prick' to 'COCK'.
It was a hall, I was a student;
A hall where we ate.
Must have been around seven or eight - pm.
I was singing heartily, With friends.
It was a round table.
Maybe it was their day of passage too
Maybe they have had theirs...
That was the day I crossed.
My initiation,
My passage: From 'innocence' to 'KNOWING';
From growing to GROWING.
Even then I did not understand.
But that day was my passage into dusk;
From 'boy' to 'man';
From 'prick' to 'COCK'.
It was a hall, I was a student;
A hall where we ate.
Must have been around seven or eight - pm.
I was singing heartily, With friends.
It was a round table.
Maybe it was their day of passage too
Maybe they have had theirs...
#erotic
#SelfDiscovery
373 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2020 8:46am
21st Apr 2020 8:46am
GODFORSAKEN
I wear a fake smile, while my soul is all tearing
Well, He should take mine not the ones that ain't ready
Been feeling stale, and my goal is to keep snoring
Head to my waist,down to my toes is like a gin storage
And woe - it keeps coming; I suppose I did something
Been hating life for long that a ghost I'm becoming
Seated upon his throne with a robe like the pope's linen
Wondering if he chose to ignore my own suffering
So I'm deep in weed till I'm passing out
When he feels the need he should chat me back
Cause his deeds has...
Well, He should take mine not the ones that ain't ready
Been feeling stale, and my goal is to keep snoring
Head to my waist,down to my toes is like a gin storage
And woe - it keeps coming; I suppose I did something
Been hating life for long that a ghost I'm becoming
Seated upon his throne with a robe like the pope's linen
Wondering if he chose to ignore my own suffering
So I'm deep in weed till I'm passing out
When he feels the need he should chat me back
Cause his deeds has...
#depression
#religion
#confusion #FeelingLost
#confusion #FeelingLost
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