Simple but sinful, a triple of rippling dimples
A cascade, of everything that's made
A story of glory, A last page
Her eyes arise the whole Sky's divide
The Sky provide his soul alive, alive.
A world seen of wonderment free of pain
free of rain free of government       

awwwwwwwwwww, how sweet

aww, that's so sexy

thankz even tho I personally hate love poemz

lol, i feel you on that tho!

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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

thats very good whiteboy lol on da name  

A lil 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 love-vendor, 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 lil 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,

I told you to do somn with ur poems n stories, didn't i?

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

I thot it was suppose to be between US. Three's a crowd

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

What had happened was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I tell U , ,,,,,I tell U what had happened, ok?

what are u guyz talking about

Missing my boo, I'll give anything just to listen to you. Cause if I had one wish, then I'm wishing for you. Listen for you, I'll run any mission it's true. Cause the only one I imagine kissing is you. I'ts a prison for true, if the person written these words, isn't for you. And know anything given to me is also given to you.

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

FEW ABOUT U *( MY GIRL)*

I like your style but don't ask me why
your eyes, youe nose, your lips and your smile
The way u look is something I like
you are that someone I really do like

I like what u say and all what u do
the way u talk and the way u walk
I love your hair and all what u wear
I need u right here and quite very near

A poem of your looks should be put in two books
cos there's more than a lot that I like about u

How about that Wale?
Peace

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

Thanks Scorpio,
Hey Wale!! Tight rhymes there, its nice. It should be a song, lol Are u a fan of 2Pac? I guess so cos I see you've got a lil' of him in your lyrics. In you I mean! Here's a lil' 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
cos 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
cos 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

How about that for my man 2PAC? He must be smiling wherever he is right now
Peace!

Thanks Scorpio,
Hey Wale!! Tight rhymes there, its nice. It should be a song. Are u a fan of 2Pac? Here's a lil' 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
cos 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
cos 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!

yeah I like dem rhymes still but i was more a biggie fan but i love pac 2 what do u mean "i got some tupac in me"
keep posting

Bleep 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)

check out this guys,

i cant see the stars anymore in pose
to remind me of the sparklin moments
shared in mutual ecstasy
now wid a big width of apathy
seems they are all aware of the tension
that tends to seize the love we once shared in relaxation

i cant think of the actual thing dat needs a trace
all i know is dat things went out of place
you avoid me like plague
conversation become vague
and the air between us is swayed
like the bond has been cut wid a wedged blade

i cant seem to get ur attention for once
not with the look u now wear on ur face
like it has ever been part of you
you hurt me, u hurt urself too
though i dont knw who is more hurt really
but i guess its me


wat do u think, plzzzzzzzzzz
i need posts pls

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

competition only inspires greatness scorpio

kkutecolo ur poem was most excellent better then ne thing i eva wrote u have a soul

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 Hot
and with my first dip she calls me honey

Going deep with my dick, 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 lil 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!!

I see now what u are talking about Yeah i like dat song brenda's baby

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

guyz, i meant that in a nice way @whiteboi, i'm not a fan of luv poems, but i'm startin to have a rethink.

thanx all for appreciatin dat

wale's got cool ryhmes

whiteboy, dat kinda poem is , i dunno d ryt word.well, d girl in question had a big deal of pleasure.

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

scorpio, wats makin u change ur mind?glad to hear dat anyway cos we cant do wid at least a lil bit of love in our lives