Submissions by OG-Poetry
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
an aspiring street poet, I am working hard at it and I am studying every style, experimenting as much as I can, poetry like music is an art form of communication that takes a great deal of skill to be effective.. I aspire to reach that plateau.
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 6:45am
2nd Aug 2020 6:45am
Start-ache
yes sex would be nice
would love to dive in,
but i think it would best
if we start out as new friends,
yes i know..
“you’re really done with him”,
most times we lose someone
in order to win,
but without a friendship
real change could never begin,
i will build your trust
into loving again,
file the evidence
of loves passed crimes,
let me hold you
until you feel fine,
no memory doubts
will ever come to mind,
an all that baggage ...
would love to dive in,
but i think it would best
if we start out as new friends,
yes i know..
“you’re really done with him”,
most times we lose someone
in order to win,
but without a friendship
real change could never begin,
i will build your trust
into loving again,
file the evidence
of loves passed crimes,
let me hold you
until you feel fine,
no memory doubts
will ever come to mind,
an all that baggage ...
#love
#FallingInLove
#dating #LookingForLove
#dating #LookingForLove
892 reads
24 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2020 2:16am
2nd Aug 2020 2:16am
.. pillowcase
rolled over early morning,
in the space where you laid..
there’s a scent on the pillowcase,
yours..
half a blue moon today,
“i curse you pillowcase
and the scent that you play”,
you’ve escaped the wash again,
tomorrow..
i’m throwing you away.
well.. if not tomorrow,
for certain the next day..
in the space where you laid..
there’s a scent on the pillowcase,
yours..
half a blue moon today,
“i curse you pillowcase
and the scent that you play”,
you’ve escaped the wash again,
tomorrow..
i’m throwing you away.
well.. if not tomorrow,
for certain the next day..
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
#lover
#IMissYou
652 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jul 2020 4:59pm
4th Jul 2020 4:59pm
i, myself and me..
when..
i.. was having a talk with me,
me and myself usually agree
but i.. objects to smoking of weed,
then..
i.. excused myself upsettingly
and when he did, he left with me,
me and myself usually agree,
so..
i.. just can’t see how it can be,
that “their minds are truly free”
on a long term “smoking therapy”,
now..
i.. will start to stretch and breathe,
it’s a crowded place in here to be
adding a visit of sad misery,
what.. ...
i.. was having a talk with me,
me and myself usually agree
but i.. objects to smoking of weed,
then..
i.. excused myself upsettingly
and when he did, he left with me,
me and myself usually agree,
so..
i.. just can’t see how it can be,
that “their minds are truly free”
on a long term “smoking therapy”,
now..
i.. will start to stretch and breathe,
it’s a crowded place in here to be
adding a visit of sad misery,
what.. ...
#happiness
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#marijuana
#healing
596 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2020 4:31pm
2nd Jul 2020 4:31pm
..concrete feet
. every morning she walks right by,
like sugar and coffee my 8 AM complete,
i’m normally not so terribly shy,
shoes feel like they are stuck in concrete..
today i say..
“tomorrow.. i’ll be on the street”,
no way around it..
we for sure are going to meet,
i know what to do..
i’ll take off my shoes
no way i won’t be able to greet,
but,
to my chagrin by 8 AM..
my feet were stuck in concrete (sigh)..
like sugar and coffee my 8 AM complete,
i’m normally not so terribly shy,
shoes feel like they are stuck in concrete..
today i say..
“tomorrow.. i’ll be on the street”,
no way around it..
we for sure are going to meet,
i know what to do..
i’ll take off my shoes
no way i won’t be able to greet,
but,
to my chagrin by 8 AM..
my feet were stuck in concrete (sigh)..
#love
#loneliness
#hope
#courage
#despair
488 reads
15 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2020 9:09pm
29th Jun 2020 9:09pm
she smiled.. again
entering an amusement park,
we both chose the middle aisle
i stopped and said “ladies go first”
it was a single file,
then.. there was a spark
in the form of a smile,
a pilot was lit..
that had been out for a while,
pink stick and lite shadow
i like a subtle style,
a 9 out of a 10
on my eye appeal dial..
i knew she couldn’t be single,
there’s no way that I could win,
I ask “you with someone..
aren’t you with a friend”
“Yes” she said “i’m with someone”..
i thought that...
we both chose the middle aisle
i stopped and said “ladies go first”
it was a single file,
then.. there was a spark
in the form of a smile,
a pilot was lit..
that had been out for a while,
pink stick and lite shadow
i like a subtle style,
a 9 out of a 10
on my eye appeal dial..
i knew she couldn’t be single,
there’s no way that I could win,
I ask “you with someone..
aren’t you with a friend”
“Yes” she said “i’m with someone”..
i thought that...
#love
#romantic
#FallingInLove
641 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jun 2020 3:31am
27th Jun 2020 3:31am
that..
how can I explain..
you guide me like the bank does a stream,
you pride me like a crown does a king,
you advise me like the songs a Nightingale sings,
you complete me like a diamond does the ring..
how can I explaine,
that..
you are my everything
you guide me like the bank does a stream,
you pride me like a crown does a king,
you advise me like the songs a Nightingale sings,
you complete me like a diamond does the ring..
how can I explaine,
that..
you are my everything
#love
#girlfriend
#romantic
#lover
#FirstLove
870 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jun 2020 3:33pm
18th Jun 2020 3:33pm
one sip and pour some out
right around this time of year
I really miss my friends,
hanging out in a parking lot
passing a fifth of gin,
some boasting which cutie is hot
others with just a shit eating grin,
gangstas take stage with personal scripts
that would easily curl your skin,
another barks how his blade causes rips..
as the fire chronic starts to kick in,
miss my homey’s without a doubt..
take one sip now pour some out
some rode out on a needle
some poison...
I really miss my friends,
hanging out in a parking lot
passing a fifth of gin,
some boasting which cutie is hot
others with just a shit eating grin,
gangstas take stage with personal scripts
that would easily curl your skin,
another barks how his blade causes rips..
as the fire chronic starts to kick in,
miss my homey’s without a doubt..
take one sip now pour some out
some rode out on a needle
some poison...
#friendship
#murder
#death
#drugs
#addiction
513 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 7:51pm
16th Jun 2020 7:51pm
the “only” first one
she was a little one,
about 5 foot and none,
she had a sweet smell to her..
sorta smelled like a plum,
her front teeth were bucked a bit,
she used to suck her thumb,
she was the only thing in the neighborhood
that I didn’t think was dumb,
she was like having a loaf of bread
when you’re used to having a crumb,
(I guess you’d have to be poor like us
to really understand that one)
she was an old soul at four and teen,
her attitude was sweet and sour mean,
her budding body had grown eye popping, ...
about 5 foot and none,
she had a sweet smell to her..
sorta smelled like a plum,
her front teeth were bucked a bit,
she used to suck her thumb,
she was the only thing in the neighborhood
that I didn’t think was dumb,
she was like having a loaf of bread
when you’re used to having a crumb,
(I guess you’d have to be poor like us
to really understand that one)
she was an old soul at four and teen,
her attitude was sweet and sour mean,
her budding body had grown eye popping, ...
#love
#girlfriend
#teens
#memories
#FirstLove
456 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Jun 2020 2:04pm
16th Jun 2020 2:04pm
ghost in the nursery
there is a ghost in the nursery
that walks a familiar pace..
the ghost in the nursery
stands in a familiar place,
there is a ghost in the nursery
with a familiar face..
the ghost in the nursery
crying a familiar case
there is a ghost in the nursery
familiar acts and growths
the ghost in the nursery
familiar pains and woes
there is a ghost in the nursery
a familiar voice is clearer
the ghost in the nursery’s
familiar side of the mirror
that walks a familiar pace..
the ghost in the nursery
stands in a familiar place,
there is a ghost in the nursery
with a familiar face..
the ghost in the nursery
crying a familiar case
there is a ghost in the nursery
familiar acts and growths
the ghost in the nursery
familiar pains and woes
there is a ghost in the nursery
a familiar voice is clearer
the ghost in the nursery’s
familiar side of the mirror
#anger
#violence
#alcohol
#addiction
#MentalHealth
389 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2020 3:01am
11th Jun 2020 3:01am
.. her gifts
#relationships
#romantic
#lover
#FallingInLove
#dating
883 reads
13 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
5th Jun 2020 5:19am
5th Jun 2020 5:19am
what’s in a color..
what’s in a color..
sooty opaque muddy or dim,
or
iridescence harmonious or prismatic blend!
what’s in a color..
hatred, violence or a ruthless sin,
or
a coworker, a neighbor or a best friend,
what’s in a color..
yellow touch light of senseless manikins,
or
a brother, sister, father or mother no kin,
what’s in a color..
systemic domination to rule another clan,
or
prisms of light to include every man,
what’s in a color.. ...
sooty opaque muddy or dim,
or
iridescence harmonious or prismatic blend!
what’s in a color..
hatred, violence or a ruthless sin,
or
a coworker, a neighbor or a best friend,
what’s in a color..
yellow touch light of senseless manikins,
or
a brother, sister, father or mother no kin,
what’s in a color..
systemic domination to rule another clan,
or
prisms of light to include every man,
what’s in a color.. ...
#conflict
#CallToAction
#inequality #anger
#inequality #anger
472 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th May 2020 2:37am
25th May 2020 2:37am
Rascoe
Rascoe is his given name
slight black airweight
is his frame,
Rascoe has
five little sons,
that all look the same,
they have long silver bodies
with a hollow brain,
and big round and fat,
one hundred an eighty five grain,
Rascoe is his given name
slight black airweight
is his frame,
plays a game
called snatch your breath,
specialty is bringing the pain,
wisely avoid
invoking his wrath, ...
slight black airweight
is his frame,
Rascoe has
five little sons,
that all look the same,
they have long silver bodies
with a hollow brain,
and big round and fat,
one hundred an eighty five grain,
Rascoe is his given name
slight black airweight
is his frame,
plays a game
called snatch your breath,
specialty is bringing the pain,
wisely avoid
invoking his wrath, ...
#violence
#death
532 reads
9 Comments
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