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|Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by DICKstractor(m): 4:19pm On Aug 01|
I'm a lover of poem but don't know how to construct words to sound pleasant
Therefore, I'm calling on nairaland professional and lovers of poem to write something about this picture
Please mod incharge of this section, push this to Frontpage for wider audience
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by Bestchisom(m): 4:23pm On Aug 01|
Dorathy, the love of my life
Kneeling before a mafian in submission
Having a good time
I have traveled halfway across the quadrant
To get my lover a rose
But there she was Kneeling like some starry-eyed waif
That succumbed to the gentleman's pelvic sorcery
19 times I believed in love
19 times I lost her to lust
Gunshot to the head means death
Cumshot to the mouth means pleasure
He left a hole in my head
She left a hole in my heart
It doesn't matter anymore
I'm already floating on the pool of my own blood
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by XXXXTENTACION: 4:26pm On Aug 01|
"Suck my dick Fu€king shit
eat my cum ooh sweet shit
your hubby goes insane
my bullet bursts his brain.
you will never see him again"
this na jus the stanza one dm me for stanza two
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by illicit(m): 4:29pm On Aug 01|
It is a blojob
It is about Guns
As seeing is believing
The naked truth
killed the man in suit.
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by Kriss216: 4:31pm On Aug 01|
We'll talk about the poem later,
That ass is well rounded with perpendicular curves.
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by nero2face: 4:33pm On Aug 01|
three hours I walked on the sunny desert
to get a flower for u my Angelina
to profess my love for u
three hours I have come,
from afar I sighted her kneeling
with a gun on her head
giving an unwanted bowjob
and I can see tears rolling down her check
for a monster had come
to seize the time I am gone
to force u on the unholy act
and like a deer did I run
prepared to die than to watch
and the beast spared me not
stretched his left arm and aimed at me
like a flash did it come
my sunglasses flying in pieces
my brains stained the dry sand
of the unholy desert
and my world was cut short
but am at peace with my spirit
for I gave my life for my Angelina
the fallen Rose speaks of my efforts
and the shattered brain, of my strength
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by Minjim: 4:37pm On Aug 01|
We were two after her,
I loved her, he lusted for her
I held flowers, he held guns
But that still didn’t make her run!
His LovePeddler she was and that she liked!
I fought for love & death my plight.
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by tunjilomo(m): 4:41pm On Aug 01|
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by nero2face: 6:51pm On Aug 01|
Bestchisom:bad boy, u go copy my style abi...try something different biko
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by Bestchisom(m): 7:02pm On Aug 01|
nero2face:Lol... I just read yours now and it 2 different storylines
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by jaszplus12(m): 7:47pm On Aug 01|
His walk with roses
His walk in trust
Another walks guns
The path of lust
And she kneels
Emotions are at crests
When the flame spat
Smoke choking cordite
And a plume of red River
Sprays the air
Petals are lost in flight
As his walk ends
Life's in lust and betrayal
As she kneels yet...
He sighs ....he cums
Life's in betrayal....
The red River colors the dust...
And the petals norish the Earth...
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by nero2face: 9:34pm On Aug 01|
Bestchisom:two storylines with same structure, baba ifah catch eh..lol
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by tunjilee003(m): 9:40pm On Aug 01|
A beauty I saw.. A girl I Love... Truth be told Before I get old... My Love, I profess The feelings, I confess.... A gift I bought A shun I got... Her Father a soldier.. Her mother a lawyer..
A bullet for me A Mouth Action for her.. A bullet I got A cumshot she got...
The treatment I envisaged..... My body with rage..
|Re: Where Are The Poets? Write Something About This Picture by KelvinCoaster(m): 3:58pm On Aug 02|
It is a thing most dreadful,lowering my elb for a gun-point gig.
Kneeling beneath as tasteful,lowering my elb with my black wig.
Without much ado but hateful,lowering my elb to suck his big.
Oh! can these roses be bountiful?lowering my elb to see a man's brain bloodly dig.
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