My Poem

awwwwwwwwwww, how sweet

thankz even tho I personally hate love poemz 

How about this bro. ?
Life:

Life seems short but life is long
life goes on while using your tongue
accepted at birth and rejected by death
life is a gift and life isn't short
believe it or not


Nnamdi Ofili

A little long but i like this one I wrote

Cry away the pain, when you try and play the game. She fell to her demise before she could even try and say a name. The cops found her dead in a back alley, "now that sally" covered in blood, she was attacked badly. In her rippped feble clothes, wrist full of pricked needle holes. When she was 14, her father forced into sick illegal shows. The first time she dates is the first time she's raped, the pain she felt that night, gave her worse kind of hate. Liqure and drugs, a girl so young was a stripper in clubs. Had a boyfriend that was her pimp, he used to hit her in gloves. Mad and crazy, feeling of this sadden lady, morning sickness "Oh No!" the doctor replys "your about to have a baby." Baby!? it's true, her belly getting bigger. Her boyfriend replys "get rid of it, it's messing up your figure." Abort the kid, ? no this child was force to live. She ran away from home, saying "we will make it baby no matter where were forced 2 live." A brand new baby girl, in this dam blue crazy world. First time she looked into childs eyes, she knew it was he dam true baby girl. She stopped doing drugs, she got herself some self worth. No more stripping in clubs even got herself work. But on one rainny night, there was one crazy fight. An ex-boyfriend, an alley all in the young lady's sight. Seems he tracked down Sally, in this background alley. She begged him to stop, but then she was smacked down badly. Close to rest, beaten then chocked to death. The look on the cops face, looked so depressed. As the lady dies, you may be wondering where the baby lies. As the cops pack up there stuff, they hear the sound of a little baby cry. The cop hears something from under, his heart races pumping like thunder. It seems like the dead mother's child was left there stuffed in the dumpster,

thank Scorpio for your delightfull input 
thankz 4 da love guys got tonz of others that I will share wit all of yall

lol @ Lauryn,,,_{*I tell u eh!*}

  what are u guys talking about 

Go to bed. I'm out, G'night

@Wale, my bad. @whiteboy, your poem looks good, i like the last two lines tho

Thanks Scorpio,
  Hey Wale!! Tight rhymes there, its nice. It should be a song. Are u a fan of 2Pac? Here's a little' somethin' I wrote for Pac

In loving memory of TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR aka LESANE PARISH CROOKS aka MAKAVELI

BALLAD OF A SOULJA: Composed on 13TH September 2006 (Exactly 10years after his demise)

He came, He wrote and spoke
He spoke with courage,
words that encourage
but He left at an early age
My heart has wept for a decade
with tears flowing in a cascade

They claimed He was violent
because He refused to be silent
but when He left they all wept
A tattoo of him is engraved in my heart
so we both will never be apart
Ten year since He's been gone,
He's still not done

I don't expect his return
because Machiavelli's return made him the Don
some think He's dead
while some think He's not
but the truth is; HE LIVES, like it or not

Peace!

Fuck brotherly ties, cause in these gutters we die. "Another son lost" another mother replys. Another brother denyed, to the pearly gates. Who felt victum and died of a early faith. A child only wild from the world we make. So lets see what happened in his worldly state. This world he hates, was for shore a bad breed. Who swore and bagged weed, but sore of mad greed. A drug dealer who cooped and scored and had fiends. For shore he had cream but a galour of bad dreams. They say the good die young thats why the hood buys guns. And Drugs were everywhere so you might as well should buy some. Cause you could die young "it was a good try son" and the drug dealer was the man you got your good high from. Being numb and young thats how some become. He couldn't do wrong before now its done for fun. Now its done with guns, using glocks and techs. Something you gots to get for that block respect. Cops and set will be there to chop your neck. So a life on the run, so you always gots to jet. Hollow from strain something he'll face tommorow again. Couldn't cry so he looked to the sky just to burrow the rain. Destine for death a future as black as the heart that rest in his chest. A life so trife it hasn't seen a blessen as yet. It was a clear black night, the boy was there strapped tight. "There is something in bushes,  did I here that right". "It's my enemy" his body tense with energy, his eyes bleed of weed his body soaked in hennisy. He fired,  a body shot acquired he smiled at his victory like when he body cops and lairs. He walked to the victum he caught with persicion . It was a innocent young boy and he stopped him from living. Now he gots a decision, the cops are coming. But something in that boy's eyes made him stop from running. The gun still gripped in his arm, the boy he ripped from his mom. The cops came to the sceen with instance alarm. The bwoy yell "freeze!" "well this boy, well he's,   gone and dead cause I shot him dead". He made no effort to try and stop the feds. He looked to the sky stopped and said. "we were boys close in years, we made the streets our home so what are we suppose to fear". He spoke in tears but he never spoke as clear. Thinking how him and his mom never spoke in years. So with no reply he choose to die raised up his gun and closed his eyes. (part1)

aww, keep 'em coming Wale. by d way, looks like u've got competition

Its no competetion Scorpio. Y'all got some real tight rhymes. Nice one kkutecolo and nice one Wale. Its just not nice that i'm just into poetry rhymes and no music verses.

I'll try and drop one soon but in between time, inject this into your system:

For all the ladies. Just to make you'll know how I really feel about and when I do it

SEX

Its a pleasure many desire
but just an act I admire
Seducing her with my thews and bisepts,
I get her wet and by caressing her breasts
I make here feel my chest
A soft kiss on her belly makes her horny
and with my first dip she calls me honey

Going deep with my privates, I stay firm like she desires
and never expecting the favour returned
I'll never ask for a refund
I jerk softly to make her rest but
with no disrespect, I squeeze her chest

Going deeper, I make her scream
up and down just as she leans
I stay cautious not to have it torn
but with an aim to make her 'come'
I jerk harder for her satisfaction
but I gain mine by making her 'come'

Wale, what I really meant by saying you've got a little 2PAC in you was that you first story line seems like a track: 'Brenda's got a baby' from Pac's debut album '2pacalypse now' in 1991 and your words kind of sound like his words when I read them.

I think its just me!! since you're moreof Biggie's fan.
Anyway, just holla back!!

far beyond the sound, that pounds his rhythm
Profound renown his town his prison
Of earth of ground loom sounds of living
Diverse astound he found his vision
Pain aflame, a strained submission
gained untamed, this pain he lives in
The pain inside could stain the sky
A burning unturning, set flame and die
this burden determined to claim me why
and plauges me why each day he trys

thanx all for appreciatin that

wale's got cool ryhmes

whiteboy, that kind of poem is ,  i don't know d ryt word.well, d girl in question had a big deal of pleasure.

u guys are great at ryhmes. i get a little hard time gettin my words to ryhme.

scorpio, wats makin u change your mind?glad to hear that anyway because we can't do wid at least a little bit of love in our lives