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My Poetry Corner: I've been writing for some time now but I've never posted any of my work to see what people think. I would love opinions but I hope everyone knows that either way it's my heart so I'ma love it regardless but get back to me and tell me what you think.
Can't Stop a Poem
See for, for him, for her
You can’t stop a poem
Poem flows and goes here and there
Places a poem should stop, poem flows without a pause
Taking grasp of thoughts and toss aside the parts we hide
From ourselves we place apart from these thoughts
But our hearts compromise along with these poems
So our minds follow and swallows deep to hear more
To feel more
To listen more
To ask why we have forgotten and what makes these words flow
What sort of poem takes your emotions and carry you into a Trans
A poem never stops here when you pause
Its start a spark deep beneath the air that flows
From lips through currents
Passing through paths of wind that may pause or distill the flow of things
It’s still on its mission to make you listen
To make you feel the feeling a poem can only make you feel
You feel me
No
Do you feel me?
I’m a ask again and a again until your mind no longer sits still
No longer filled with questions you already know the answer too
You can’t stop a poem
You could pop a poem, hip hop a poem, flip the genre’s and rock a poem
But no, no, no
You cannot .......stop a poem
She Is IIs it time to face forward
I sat behind the beam of a blinding screen
Clicking to find a Grand Hall to dwell in
Posting passions through thoughts unsaid but written on a screen
It seems almost poetic
As if I was lost behind a glossy melancholy
Almost hidden
The new messages filled an unforeseen pleasure
Awaiting for more
Feeding the frenzy to open the unread
Her screen name was Pumpkin
She is the one……..ok more like 19th but still a contender
Flipping past pages prolonging a prominent possibility
Forcing my mind to play no part in an attempt to write
So I wrote with my heart
She supplied responses and I was filled
Her picture.......
A desserts morning described her eyes
When the sun briefly hits the horizon
Painting the brown canvas
Almost with a warm sunflower shade
She surpassed my imaginations limits
Implying nothing only to receive a friendship
“Could it blossom†was my only motive to continue
We faced the rite of passage
Also known as “the digits†LOL
Breaking barriers beyond her preconceived notion
And I obliged to supply everything in return
Lost in conversation and time
She has found I…..behind the wall within the Grand Hall
I was found naked without my armor
But she dressed herself in only the finest of shields
That glistened with every phrase spoken
She showed me…………ME
Passing through our time left rust
Where I could no longer see what was meant to be seen
An us appeared instead
Posting my passions through thoughts unsaid
But written on a screen seemed almost poetic
My Hip-Hop Poetry was found
Can you dance with me in the Grand Hall
Waltz past each plated tile of my life and you will see I
Read the posting and they describe our love
I had a quest to make My Space hers
So we met
And to tell a fairytale begins with once upon a time
Well once……A……….
once……….
uhhh
Fuck the dramatics
It was love at first sight
She is I filled with hope behind my walls
A story that has never been told
She is air breathed into lungs
To help each repetition of my heart beat faster in her presence
So you see…..she is I
Our pages filled within this Grand Hall I called the fairytale
I experienced her touches that felt like a fabric softer than the fine laces of silk upon your cheek
Kisses divine enough to have a religious experience
But a love that bloomed with the weather
Weeks past
The trees mutinied against one another and it is now winter
I would hate to leave the story unsaid
But love sometimes gives you only enough to want more
All I know is…..
Through wanting and finding
My Hip-Hop Poetry was found
Daylights Trading GameI scream………..
You say nothing……………
I cry, you show no emotion………
Poetic no-more from the uneasy plunge
I felt broken down to the dust of fallen trust
Sparrows flock inside to feed upon the death within me
I can only focus on your lip to his
The velvet touch which caused my survival
Is claimed by another
The pedestal is has drawn back its curtains and showed me the wizard
But I am stuck without red heels to click
It replays continuously gaining no answers of approval
WHY?
Still miles from a dissertation to explain her faults
No manual for broken hearts
Gazing past her as if spirits played tricks
She seems hollow and my words understated
Full of nothingness through the cells beneath all flesh
Almost induced through my violent screams
She plays no part of this game
Her pieces are powerful and just stares with confidence
Winning without substance
Without gain
This love before love keeps our eyes shut
But it shows us where this began
Only after you open to see
Day has passed and night has claimed its piece
The broken parts nestled between its grasp
You are a soldier now
An army created through thick flesh prearranged by cupid
A gambling chip that has seen its fair share
Divvied up while she picks at your trust
This part
This piece shall never be mended but now owned by the night
The darkness…..
Our First Time SSHHHHH
Can you feel that, I asked curiously waiting
With a whisper on the side of her neck
I never thought I could go so deep
Once imagined but still beyond my reach
I think I have been blessed beyond boundaries
Beautiful…
I pause my thoughts and ask
Does it hurt or am I going too fast, still awaiting her response
As if it was too late to stop
Too far into this flow of things
What now if this is my first
Confusion hit and hid away my thoughts
I was scared but focused only on this bliss
A voice whispered back that eased my mind
Have you done this before
I answered with desperation inside my voice
As if not too loose this chance to be part of something bigger than I am
NO....... have you
Both shaken up but we still focus
My mind not too sure on how this came about
But happy
We both seemed nervous but continued onto this journey
Eyes closed away from the world but not from each other
I never thought it would feel so good
Almost exotic in its own way
Melodic even
Wishing for words to form in my mind
To speak with confidence but I said nothing more
It’s been three years now since that day
It still feels the same only I have fewer questions
I wake only to find I am deeper than before
Falling in love more than then
A confession is what we remember it as
OUR FIRST TIME WE SPOKE OF OUR LOVE
A dream Without Boundaries
A dream without boundaries can sometimes confuse
More times than other’s it just takes you away
Shines in places where light only breaks free through imagination
Folds the lids of your eyes shut just to show you more
But how can you see more with less
You get one chance to see it and many times to describe it
As if a pledge was made
An oath of some sort to keep your dreams
A safe place to come when all feels indescribable
Most can feel the narrow doorway better than they see
But only when you dream of dreams that dreamers dream....
Now that my friend, is the only way to live
Déjà vu
Have you ever dreamt of yesterday’s tomorrow
As if all of this has happened before
As if every word seemed familiar in its own way
And lined your memory with a confusion
Before now has been forgotten and replaced with an unforgetful speech
Not knowing that all this has happened before
As if every word seemed familiar in its own way
We go blank and dazed to search for another momen
t
As if all this has happened before
Pause the things we do without noticing
We breath to remember and at this moment
We are more focused than we have ever been before
Before seemed like passing
Before now seemed like nothing
But NOW seems like we might have found the answer
As if ever word seemed familiar in its own way
The recollection of something that has never happened feeds our soul
Because we feel lost most days and today is not the same
Today was the day I met you
Love's Rhythm Listen close to the rhythm.
My words twist and turn
Spit at you like the beat box from hip-hop
Never miss that one drop
That smooth line
That coooooooool touch
That lets you know
That I spoke for my words to be heard and never twisted
Twisted to form the twist
That never passed my lips
But seem to lash out through the lisp
That clash when I spit
Oh shit.......
Oh shit.......
And I gasp when I miss
I miss a path to you
I guess I’m assed out huh?
I should have spit a picture perfect paragraph
Aand put in work instead of pitching that picture perfect bullshit huh?
I’m focused on playing the game
Till I’m a player at the tip pity top
But should be focused on how many times and ways
Your name played a game in my mind and at times
I laid back in bed and closed my eyes
Only to see my mind never takes time to relax
Never takes that time to relax
Never takes that time to relax
Damn.....
I think you got me hooked
See the thing is...
I never thought of you like that
But you gave me that impression
You all I got at times but strive for more just to impress
I never dress to impress
And I.....
I address my times I tried to impress but please……
Let my mind just rest...
Just let it rest
I ease through day dreams
Like I’m a fiend but find myself dashing into night dreams
Asking God if he over see’s this being
That ask to be in....
To be part....
To be one with....
His creation...
That ran and now runs with
But seem like she will never return with my heart
Her name is LOVE.
Mama's Silence
Mama sit there and not a word
Mama sit there and not a word
Mama say a word
Please say a word
Hmmmmm.....
Not a word, but the false word comes from the strong that has more than words
She speaks without speaking her native tongue
Speaks without a spoken word, I said
But I love the sounds that she says like a story that don’t end here
Hmmmmm....
Mama still not a word
Still too strong to say the words she feels
But we know the meaning of everything unspoken
Even if the words unspoken kept us from the words unsaid
Even if the words never spoken kept us from the world we knew off but never seen before
In dreams we
As in we
I mean ME
And as in me I mean WE..
Mama say the words
Mama sit there and not a word
I see her sit with this thing wrapped up from the flesh she cannot call her own anymore
I see the flesh that she can hold but never wraps her arms around anymore
Mama say the word
But not a word comes from this strong...
Bold body...
That shows us we must listen closer to hear
She speaks but you gotta listen closer than that
She says everything you need to hear
But you gotta listen closer than now
She weeps....
But you gotta hold on closer.... to hear
Mama say the word that our family needs to hear
Mama says nothing....
But sometimes you gotta listen closer.........
To UNDERSTAND
Heroes:
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails."
