1o Topics 10 Poems
Last Night I asked my friends on Facebook to give me some poem topics and for everyone that they gave me I would post it here on this site… this is what I came up with… Enjoy…
At War With Life (Poem Topic: War)
It’s funny how what I inspire to be
Isn’t inspiring me…
It kinda makes me question what I desire to be…
Or is it society
Or some hire being
That’s…
Driving me…
To lose passion…
For something that ignites the fire in me…
It’s like not being at peace with someone you love…
But you love them so much…
You can’t give them up…
So WHAT…!
Do you suggest I do?
Stay and be miserable
Or leave and be…
Miserable…
Right now time is critical
My life is reaching a pivotal
Point…
And I clearly make it a point…
For so many to join…
But I can’t make them follow if they choose not to be led…
So I’m a one man army…
Starving to be fed…
I’m alive
But why do I feel dead…?
I swear I’m so far ahead
That my shadow gets mislead…
I just need time to clear my head…
Rethink my strategy…
Because Life’s harsh realities…
Will smother you
If you approach things casually…
And I’ve worked to hard to give it away gradually…
So it’s best I stop
Before I bloom a new casualty…
See I plan to be…
The rose amongst thorns…
The calm and the storm…
The victor of the battle unarmed…
So I ask that they make space for me
While I’m gone…
Cuz I’m coming back…
I Can’t Love her (Poem Topic: Wanting to love someone but the things they do you just cant love them for)
She represents everything that I’m not…
Yet there is this attraction to her that I can’t explain
And I want to love her
Like flowers in a desert love rain
But I can’t…
She embodies everything I despise…
But when I look into her eyes I see an innocent child
That never got the chance to grow up…
And I just wanna love her
But I can’t…
She symbolizes everything I dislike…
How does that saying go?
You can’t turn a hoe into a housewife…
Not to call her a hoe but she is a prostitute
And I wanna tell her I love you
But I can’t…
She represents everything I’m against…
I’m not on the fence about it
Nor am I running from it
I would love to love this woman
But her lifestyle is keeping her from me
This isn’t pretty woman
Nor am I the guy to try and change her
Maybe I could
But remember I’m a stranger
Not one of her tricks
But the cop that always arrest her for it…
See I wanna love her…
But I can’t…
Its hard Trying to be a Father (Poem Topic: Baby Momma Drama)
I’m trying my best to be the best parent that I can
But for some reason her mother won’t give me that chance
Making me feel less than a man
And I’m continuously degraded by her fam…
I fight day and night
For the right
To hold my baby girl…
Her mother didn’t bring her alone in this world
She just gave birth to her…
What gives her the right to say when and where I can see my child.
And why is the court system so fucked up now?
No it’s been that way
But what I mean to say
Is…
I should have every right
Despite the fact that we’re not together…
But a man gets no respect in these courts
She put me on child support
For a child I support…
I child that I love more than myself
A child I can hear silently screaming for help…
Cuz her mother aint shit
And she never will be.
And I don’t appreciate all the men she brings…
Around my daughter
GOT DAMMIT!
I’m her father…
I need a better lawyer
The more I think about it
The more frustrated I get
This shit I did not wish
It was a mutual reason that we split
So why should I suffer for it…
Her mother’s full of shit…
Trying to make me seem unfit
All I get is visitation rights
Mad because I never made her my wife…
I should have never came in her that night…
Know what…
I take that back
Cuz my baby girl is hear from that…
Let me be calm
Skip the baby momma drama
And make sure my lil girl knows her dad…
P.S. FUCK HER MOMMMA…
I’m not helping (Poem Topic: watching your best friend get effed over by the woman he loves and not being able to tell him anything about it because it hurts his feelings? Yet when you joke about it instead of getting mad about it, he doesn't want to talk to you for days. Then he tells you that you must think his life is a joke because he really wanted your advice but instead you made jokes. But you only made jokes because it really makes you mad to watch him let her treat him like that.)
I can’t tell him the truth so I joke which is close to it…
Trying to throw hints
But he doesn’t get them
Nor does he find my jokes funny…
I’m trying to warn him about his woman…
But how can I do that without hurting his feelings or sounding like a hater…
See she’s trying to play him…
And he has his suspicions
And when I joke about an instance
He simply
Gets mad and doesn’t talk to me for days and nights
See he needs my advice
But I’m not giving it to him right
I’m trying to make light…
Of the situation…
Trying to save him…
From humiliation…
Plus I know he’ll go crazy
When he finds out his lady
Is messing round with other men almost on a daily basis…
Maybe…
I should just come real
And be like look here…
But I fear he won’t listen…
I try to tell him indirectly
Hoping he gets it
But he just gets mad
While her ass
Continues to trick him…
So im positioned…
In the middle…
Maybe I should leave well enough alone…
Let him figure things out on his own…
Selfish or Not (poem Topic: having sex with you b/c the one you Love won't give it to you from a woman's point of view)
I know that I’m wrong…
But someday I hope the world can forgive me
And he can as well…
Perhaps I’m only thinking of self
Or maybe he isn’t thinking of me…
Whatever the case may be…
I have needs
I’m not the one driven by greed…
All I ask is that my man satisfies me…
Sexually…
And look at me…
Not to sound conceited…
But this woman
Can give any man reason
To sleep with…
Her…
Without even trying…
So why does he deny me…
Is it something I’m doing
Or is it something he’s doing…
Behind my back…
Not trying to find out
I…
Chose to sleep around…
He wasn’t wearing his crown
So what was I to do…
I yearned for his affection
And he wouldn’t make a move
So I moved
And this new dude
Is cool
Smooth
And aware of my situation
We both are in the same boat
Cuz he has a lady…
So we are in agreement
It is what it is…
We spend a few hours together
And back home it is…
I don’t know where he lives
And he doesn’t know where I live as well…
I won’t tell
If you won’t tell
Is what we tell…
Each other…
Betraying our true lovers
To satisfy who we truly love
Ourselves
So are we wrong for thinking of self?
Or are they wrong for not thinking of us…
Maybe we should end things with them
Or end things between us…
But see all we have is that sexual connection
So we wouldn’t work
And leaving our lovers would hurt
So we do what we have to…
Selfish or not…
Hoping we don’t get caught…
The world doesn’t need four more broken hearts…
So we do our part…
It keep this…
our little secret…
Happily Married (Poem Topic: Marriage)
We’ve been married for 15 yrs
We have our ups and downs but we are still hear
We look at our peers
And wonder
What went wrong…
You see
Our house is a home
Built strong
With love
Trust
Passion
Dedication
Communication
Loyalty
Honesty
Support
And compromising…
We don’t always agree
But we don’t argue without eventually rationalizing…
The situation
Me and my wife have the patience…
We’re determined to make it…
And we make it…
Brand new…
Not a thing we’re not willing to do
Or try…
The sex life is forever alive…
We experiment with new things…
Still fulfilling fantasies…
Before we used to travel the world
Now with our kids
We take them along with us…
This is true love
What marriage is about…
We fight
We fuss
Even throw stuff
Cuss
But we make up
Make love
And there is no other place we would rather be
Than next to each other
At night in the comfort of our bed
Between covers and sheets…
Cuz we…
Are…
Happily…
Married…
Supernatural Sex (Poem Topic: absolute mind blowing sex so great, its supernatural.)
I swear she is possessed
When flesh
Meets flesh
She fucks me to death
And I return the favor…
We awake the dead
Fuck the neighbors
This is the shit that makes toes curl
And stiffen
As if its
Rigor mortis…
When Inside her
Her spirit
Takes over…
me…
So I know what she wants
And she knows what I need…
Under sheets
Like ghost
Eyes popping out of sockets
As she screams
And yell
Scratch and curse
And I dig and ram
Making her black kitty purr
Speaking words
That can conjure
The freakiest of spirits…
This that supernatural
Unimaginable
Sex…
That eyes roll behind your head
Lost of breath
Need water after you finish…
Sex…
She fucks me to death
And I return the favor…
We awake the dead
Fuck the neighbors…
And we kill it every time…
Five years Later (Poem Topic: finding out that ur five yr old is not for u it’s for another man)
MANNNNN!
WHAT THE FUCK!!!
this can’t be happening to me right now
Ok…
Calm down
No wait…
FUCK THAT…!
FUCK MAN…!
My head is killing me
I can’t believe this…
Shit…
You mean to tell me after five years that lil boy isn’t my kid…
Not my son…
My lil one
My offspring
The one I support
And she didn’t tell me in fear of a divorce
What’s gonna stop me now from going to court
O I know the love we have…
I’ll be damn
That lil boy calls me dad
And im not his dad
FUCK THAT!
I am…
I helped raise him these five years…
Where does his real father live...?
I’m here
Not him…
And his mother…
As much as I love her
I don’t think I can forgive her for this
This shit is sick
She could have been told me
Maybe things would have been different
But her selfishness
Will finally come to our ending…
Because I can’t look at her
Love her
Without being hurt…
Fuck…
I’m hurt…
And nothing can stop these tears from falling from my eyes
I can’t believe she told me I’m not the guy
And that it was some other guy…
She waited five…
FIVE!
LORD WHY!
I swear a part of me just died…
That isn’t my child…
But I love lil man so much
I have to be his father now…
We even share the same last name…
She gave him my first name…
HE’S MY JUNIOR…!
WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME SOONER…!
But you know what
I won’t hate her…
She’ll get what should have come to her…
Five years later…
Dill Pickles and Thong Sandals (Poem Topic: Dill pickles and thong sandals/ Washington monument)
Some days my life is like dill pickles and thong sandals
In other words random
Things that happen
I never fathom
Nor do I plan them
Like I said…
It’s just random…
It is as significant as the Washington monument
Yet trying to find it
Is like trying to time it
And life really has no schedule
So things that happen just happen
The time of day or place doesn’t matter…
I walk this earth
Which started about a year after birth
Trying to understand my worth
Doing whatever I had to, to not get cursed…
Out…
Cuz the people I know have a foul mouth
I just go on my own route
And things just happen at random…
Like I said
My life is like dill pickles and thong sandals…
Your First true Love (Poem Topic: Getting ur first love)
Nothing compares to its feeling
And when you get it
You know that it’s real
I remember it like it was yesterday…
They were all I would think about
Sometimes I still think about
Us…
The love we shared
Nothing has yet compared….
It’s a feeling that gives you butterflies
Every time you look into their eyes
You feel it…
Their names become passwords
You stop hanging with friends
They move in
You move in
Yall live…
Together…
And when things get bad
It hurts
And not just any hurt
It hurts…
That’s how you know its love…
You wouldn’t be in that much pain if you didn’t
But in the ending you find it being worth the feeling
Because the good times outweigh the bad…
So many people try to drag…
Knowing what they had…
Was great
Until someone made a mistake…
So for whatever reason it didn’t work
Nothing will ever compare to finding your first…
True love…
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