The Official Poetry Thread

Truths


" What seemed done, as they had only created what was not there, other actions where in their own purpose, how all seemed connected knowing that was to be imposed, though many had tried to receive, with only noticing their different aspects, was trying to give an escape route, for had a written grip that needed no explaining, now witnessed the agony, still had to tread on, with only the path that was one, saw different things, and still the essence was always there, both had chosen what was seen, many that tried not to know, the difference had to be taken, how others cheerished the potential, with the irritance that had begun to occur, trying very hard to get to know more, as was the gradual process of all things that where in cycle, many had stumbled on what they did not expect, which was exempted,and had to be accepted for what it represented, only to take care, as the distance inflicted its own distaste, yet had been fixed upon for a great while, not to be spoiled, whilst the smoke was suspended drifting continuously, those that had to be given their desired effect, now had to be implicated in various ways, yes and knew but kept very quiet, as inflicted was to manifest all, and continued to serve heaven".

Images

" There is no time to mess around, as all have showed their true purpose, just to bring towards their own attention so can inact as they wish, but now all that which has stopped, going to be more lethal than stealth, have to keep to the normal ways, not getting twisted towards what is irrelevant, and those that thought was all used to the proceedings, will only discover the change of things, the living that are heartless, experiencing what had not yet and had a gentle tongue as social discussions prolonged the friendships past, with many not giving a damn, yet seems to always come back, and thats how they keep thinking, sending prayers that they always hope for, not being able to save themself and help each other, now caught in actions lost to the path of heaven, but we keep in pattern and is no more for others, what was difficult, as they begin to know the difference, and nothing was to ever be changed, for was supposed to be done long before, suspended in realities quest to misled others".

Imagine


" Taking actions that have to reveal the pain of anothers outcries, how we must tend to what should be concerned, most patterns getting contracted with their limited value, the difference would not be able to accomplish anything, that would be of help, having to create a central place for lost beings, that they would dwell amongst, captured at a certain point in the universe, the earth was then formed from substance and matter, with all beings having centred their elements to give immense purpose, from then being able to generate within itself, others were placed so could notice their wrong, many distructed themself from this and got engulfed with the patterns of the worldly system, that had become permanent, for the difference was recycling lives, always having to get a new one, and there were those of the first kind, that had started the cycle witnessed to this day, as all kinds had to test the strength of struggle, the reward which was survival, though become possessed with what was not, yet notice how simple it is to convert from the one path".

Progeny

" Other decisions had been made, what others later experenced, and those that had been likened to what was not, getting to know better with different explanations, all could have taken its course, but had to change to fully comprehend, taken back to past actions, with patterns that later showed their cycle, which could be appreciated, how would use one continued developing others with that in mind, split with its own varied effect, noticing some of past conclusions, for at the time was differed, did not give much attention to the occured situations, now with most participated, yet had been real so the true concern is not openly known, yes and know the mystic amongst its atmosphere, the beginning had its difficulty, willed to get better, now the chosen getting closer, other things had to be organized soon, and are honestly wanted, but is to keep the constant communication so others varied resistance would have no great strength, often displaced for had to be left not having a clue of the proceedings, for was the only one that could change the present position, trying to get proper, and seemed to be getting more similar, had talked to those for a long period which had its circumstances, but was natural to be able to control, yet very used to consuming the surroundings, before not knowing that this was one path, all things that must be manifested as one to proceed and prevail".

Suggested


" When music was before, vast civilizations had not been formed, creation having not yet existed, many worlds with their distructive state, going past within the relm of the forgotten that reigned, now confined to their domain, by strengthened beings that had opposed, yes and they must still exist and create their own becomings, how truth hurt now having been hidden, those that survive through other creatures, and can dwell with all that is to be upon, for they where elements of those past creators that had lost appreciation by many for them, the actions that others supposed, as those that tried to be amongst, not part of that kind, what was imposed did not have to force others without the pure intentions that have been placed, why should they ever remember but they still keep coming back, though had to purposely take the advantage of those before the first known beings within existence, as they watch what is in occurance, knowledge that revolves within the ancients that can be remembered, what had been taken as was the effect of those that had been in process, the cycles had to be in self protection, doing what is only in the interests to discover these new creations, that had been labelled, and now all knew that had been overcomed for they are those infinitely past that have dwelled before creators of humanities own, and have had their own immortals within the universe, that could have been a pattern of the untimed unknown".

Pc free Poetry

Believe what you want to but im tellin you shhhh listen to the winds message of foreign mutitude of achievments and how you can see this if only you believe in you thats the clue to accomplish anything its all on you magma eruption feed off the hot flow of lifes gravitational pull and relise its not completely holdin you down we all had wings once but as fallen angels we must test ourselves to not depend on clouding items and make due with what we posses call it a Magiver if you will your free child your free run wild lakes mountains valleys cities strollin grass trails to allys from the bricks to the valley fuckin shanana or sally anyone can talley

Lights Lights shine on me to ignite the Ora Oh so slow but wait the glow growing growing towing forward Darkness expelled to the trenchs to fight battles left at that right on track back to back excellence refreshed on memories of slain fallen angels lost lost no ill hold you i'll do for you what you should have stayed to do in me an army stands two by two so i grow to conquer the midas touch the birth of the golden authour

Relations

" Chosen ways that one tries to reflect their intentions, had to be guided from what continues with, and to inflict what is of no concern, for is the character that has taken, all needed what is only normal, how others had to second question each moment thought, seemed to occupy the present which is supposed to be in action, taking revelations that leave one seeking what is only artificial, but still there remains what had cheerished together, distance having been shed outward, to give general purpose symbols, retracted to seem misled in correction, thus received what had been given, could take it in anyway for was part of the existent, time had progressed, those that left where only to be recognized by their inferior agitations, to partake that wanted various methods to pass on so would be equalled, other things that had to be taken alone, with experiences shown upon the attitude, soon realized what seemed insignificant, was to change the environments entirety".

Refused


" How had longed for so long, the choice seemed to have its effects, the taken had been revealed, but was a waste, only able to keep in a better form, till took the more advantages, for had started in a different type, now is the way, what was to be appreciated, all having been worthless, should not appear to be illusioned, as the real purpose would be witnessed when actions taken, others that knew but left off what could have been, many had to contain their own image, that which had to be done was fulfilled, yet was right to those true in self, that did not have concern and was done for the well being of the moment, now coming to terms and have taken meaning, soon left only to be forgotten, yes and was not to be there, for was to be no sympathy, days that had passed many that where to come, did not really know the purposes, but had to remain in form as all beings dwell amongst heaven, just a process of the patterns placed upon this earth, some seemed to have less meant, but distroyed the memories created, where trying to phase out other things, as its important".

Responses

" Had to keep in the proper way, tastes of different types, were given towards the extent, operating individually as they proceeded with only their own purpose, once was placed would be able to not continue, there was no restoration, as the cycles dissolved with their own existence to distruction, only the lessening of the given length, what others did not know, were given the desired plan, that could not sustain, noticing those that had not been, some revealing their personality, for knew what type it was, would not mess with that, already caught in its own retaliation, yet had started as though was not real, which soon stole the other part of the living, did not want any chances place, with reasons not displayed, now many seem to purpose their own wanting, and were only seeking another path to penetrate ones point, but all had to be equally balanced, what did not worry, and non that formed once thought, all being the real thing, yes and had recognized how one is replaced or not trully known, took the way to endeavour that which was normal, still relating of what could not have done, seeming to be in the proper yet not, always one must be able to recultivate, in new cycles and were still in progress, given the distance to complete all, yes revolved in its centre, for had brought the proper effect, that should be always and had to give some space".

Revised


" Each is to help, all decisions were not thought of, it was a real deed, why was of its cycle, sitted as plain time ticked, words spoken soon gone, and was nothing of it, but once would have been discriminating, all saw was what was to proceed in some way, that all stayed is it a problem, for there are no conflicts at the moment, waves blew forward, to their roleful state of action, others could only watch and went, whilst coping the other, for is different, but try to understand, may be how it is conveyed, by the patterns for all times, in its rays".

The grains of sand observe the pains of a man with indifference/
When freefalling re-calling shameless plans of increments/
An instant is defined by a second thats combined with a lesson/
Time is perspective a seductive ocean, condutive lotion/
Tastless, invites you to waste it, but sum obstruct the motion/
An instrutive potion of enlightenment, thats heightened when/
Innocence Nixes ignorance inside divine and righteous men/

its hard to imagine invisible horns on ni66as we hang with,
its hard to live lavish with a life torn and damaged,
minds rotten established get boiled with the beef and cabbage...

I pray to my father, that he may give me the strength and energy to wake up every morning/
My father prays for my safety on the streets, Other mothers wake up to a different mourning/
Senseless acts of random violence plague my city, as mayoral candidates promise change/
History repeats itself, their words are lies, the winner will win.... But brothers will still be begging for change/
That's our future, Detroit city is gone, deleted like that, we allowed the typist to white us out/
While outside Detroit suburban teenagers worry about who they are going to take out/
While I plead in my vehicle that no one stands in the way of me as I commit a robbery I hope there is no one I have to take out/
You have to do what you have to do to survive this is my life/
And God grant me the strength to withstand a 25 to life/
Sentence history repeats itself I told you all, my seed is on this path, and he was even before he was thought to exist/
I wouldn't want to exist If I knew life would be like this/
I'm not a thug, I try so hard, Kweli don't know how hard it is just to get by/
People tell me to follow that straight line that straight road out of povery/
I was born in a circle, there was never a straight line for me to follow/

History repeats itself

Khan, Napolean, Hitler who will try world dominance next?

History repeats itself..........

as the rays of the sun shine bright on my face

i find it hard to concentrate

to many things disturbing me

maniacs try to murder me

but thats a norm in our society

i wonder ... do people still care?

are people still curious

what would it be like ...

without the violence and crime

the only thing you cant lose and find again ... time

slightly ill cadence there^^... i like.

go back to the place where their dreams were free,
the simple life where the black man was the master
and the cattle his slave.
run forward to the land of rhythmic feet, a mark of
true afrikanizm, the justified colloquial party,
that never ceased. her feminine contours,
virgin and beautiful, were the temple of divinity....
they worshipped the earths and it's mother....

back when they knew free.

one day mr.billy was thinking

thinking of revolution

he was staring no time for blinking

he's eyes remained wide open

many people walked by

and reacted rather strangly

why was he standing there?

why was yeh so still

the rumours spread quick

that the 'crazy man' was ill

he didnt move for weeks

still he stood in the same position

still thinking of change

to his thoughts ... he would listen

soon months went by

he still stood

was he a statue?

nope , he was a normal man

with a simple plan

to make people stop and think

As anger spreads across the land of the wondering man
the animals calculate a plan but its too late .. Bang
the eagle drops to the ground the ant is crushed by the force
their lifes hijacked by the death no more life for the horse
as the animals lay in graves the man stands in the cemetery
laughing at the results of his horrible experiments
he doesnt care for the life of anyone thats not himself
murder to him comes as naturally as speech
oh how the animals wish that the man couldnt speak...

across the landing the small child creeps
as her creators squabble about irrelevant isues
she turns the corner to where the elders reside
taking a look at the mess they have made - and she sighs
its off to work again she must pick up the pieces
collect whats not broken
mop up the blood and dispose of the broken glass
all she wants is a normal life is that too much to ask??

i wrote this whilst drunk...


'who goes there??' yelled the curious blind creature
as the uneasy tresspaser picked the monsters apples
the creature yelled once more 'who goes there???'
the theif did'nt reply
scared for his life he ran as fast as he could back to the bench
the bench on which he had been sleeping for the last week
only untill he got a job and some money
he was left in the cold
neck stiff
nose runny
the next dy he returned to the creatures rest spot
he didnt have a choice he had to eat!
he wore some year-old rags
And bread bags on his feet
little did he know
today he would die
whilst walking down the street
he picked his fruits as usual and began to run as usual
when he was suddenly shot
hmmm....
how unusual ...

Nice people, everyones verses are extremely impressive. If its not too big a word "great"

Peace

Proclaimed


" Entertain what can be, many things await yet to reveal themselves, till that time what more to do, as years are marked by basic intelligence, yes it is in its own pattern, much has to occur, as more and more attention is drawn, what can be done, and enjoyment of that moment is meant to have other implications, here there is no harm,did not one notice, plus there's guilt put against, appreciate that point in time, yet did have to always remind, but remain in mind, that's how much had to be believed by those at peace, as a message drifts accross the passing breeze, in its own truthfulness, solidified by realities confirmation, belief is in its spokenless transparency what could have been, but all is trying to survive".

I can't tell time wit out a rhyme
Being divine I change my mind
So I write with no rhythym or beat
till I find that my soul will never meet
The kind of flow wit nowhere to go
It bores me to death so I turn on the
radio...

Processes

" All gradually came forth, now makes it able to proceed, with troubles and all can learn as they go, for there's no one teaching, amongst there is equality, each give their best output, the better skill as there was to be much that was ahead, through the day, experiences change with the going times, cannot stop which all has its cycle that it proceeds with, not to be changed ever again, in its way, and to not correct in any place, but help for all, in pattern with various systems, experienced and prevail".

Bequeath II

" Firm as always, yet it always changes the appearence, this is not to worry, from long before and life, continued in the way, as memories become more vulnerable to realities past, and seems to be different, but has grown with in it, yet is the same surrounding, in its own process, what it gives is slow in communications output, in its own decreased cycle, for its present and might is only true, the vast changed, we are part of the change, the less things that don't experience the smaller, try to create great pace, as all this will be soon and eager to fulfill its part, as it has, one in all vastness, many try to be of its being, distroying the patterns, and think just to the point, all was real and gentle, as was a position to undergo various things, but should not influence our mind unnecessarily, yes and must proceed, those are just places that one time shall be recalled, it was a better place, how difference joins when there is set a goal, that can be distroyed, with basic conflicts, for cannot be damaged if willed, the moments took theirs, what has to be reality is passing and shattering came those spoken, with the strength was for only that, right attitudes created with few differed".

One Step at a Time. (freewrite)

same illusions
drift...
drift....

stop.

is this the concrete evidence i was told to wait for?

strange to look into a mirror
and not recognise The Fallen in front
of me.

slide....

my hands, down this unusual scene:

scars fro a razor i stole in Paris,
burns from a cigarrette i killed for.

they called me criminal, spat,
and ended their days with a visit
through my cut womanhood...

it still stings...

i thought the cutting would work,
the wound stays,
the pain is greater,

and i'm bigger than i should be.

they called it my cleansing process..

it was all i could do.

and now,

concrete evidence of a freedom i never wanted.

Not Guilty.

but guilty in the eyes of the white women whose
husbands i have killed.

when they rap....ed me.

the moon aura shines
speakin of dimes as dames and i just write lines
destined for shine as i write n keep it real
like a land of yields and land merchants i hold my skill
thirllin mc one afta another i kill
speakin of pressure as u feel that spine chill
like bill a mastermind facing a tragic fate
while i errect mentaly ya niggas just masturbate
rubin of ya'll i feel the hate but i just put the bait
ya'll took it and now are exposed as fake
is to late to lament the commonents of past times
i'm not flo'etry but my poetry trancends rhymes
schemes i'm reedemed by each word even in a battle field of many
my overflows rises and yields plenty
i know is an envy of how can he be so simple and yet original
because on the flow i'm not generic brand i'm high class chemical
if mathematics is the answer then my logic is supream n pure
cause my arithmic flow is the answer for an aching hearts cure
i'm the lure the adored the mc wit a purpose n a goal
i'm the suit all played and the dimond within the coal

look at battlefield 444trumpets thread for ORIGINAL

Wat ya think?

Trials and tribulations got me hopen for new inovations/
Revolations become a #1 because of soul elimination/
Hopen for a better life, rappen about the same subject every night/
Gotta fight to survive, liven in the darkness with no light/

The past effects the mind, through deja vu, it's passed a second time/
I have to press rewind, far away enough the track makes a U turn/
but few learn from the relationship the past drapes the future/
Flooded with cynical thoughts i release the first notion/
and freeze the time by suspending the earths motion/

you carry a gun 4 a rep
others carry to protect
but whatever the reason
death will be coming - looking for souls to collect

and when he knocks on your door
dont act all surprised
like you dont sell drugs
and you dont tell lies

he's coming so start running
you better watch your back
cos theres nowhere to hide
from the devils sadistic attack

bullets cant hold him back
his figure exists in the darkness
and one things for sure
the muthaf**kers heartless

once he knows your location
your as good as gone
facing unholly incarcaration
dont you wish youd lived your life differently?

Now your burning in hell
and your never gettin out
and its all your fault
arent you proud???

remember when you killed that man?
for talkin shit?
his family said they'd have revenge
yeh this is it

for all the sins commited
all the murder
all the rape
this is payback fool - enjoy

Night after night, you whistle tunes of a foreign descent

And call it tradition.

Little Child, Melancholy stood there.

Come and see what I see everyday, on the other side of silence,

The bruise which faded quicker than that of your cheek.

It shouldn’t happen, not in this home…

Silence breathes here… it laughs here…

It exists.

Don’t forget yourself.

damn as I'm sitting here,
I can literally hear the tears,
falling from my fallen peers,
eyes swollen eyeliner smears,
we all follow what we fear,
death surrounds us as we adhere,
caught in a tragic sphere,
evaporated souls seared...

everyone gettin real deep in this piece. i like what i read , stay up everyone


A surge potent enough to tear the surfaces texture in a sense/
Like weight is measured in pounds, time is mesured in events/
Text words can't impress, so i'll help you invison this incertinty/
A old timer has a short life, while a teen lives an eternity/
it opens the next chapter and captures the bland design/
that we can live long and leave our footprints on the sands of time/
Draw it, it'll boost progression, and it will erase the proceedings/
It's time to throw away my clocks and put faith back into my feelings/

why do we fight? ignite the superficial hype,
throats hoarse screaming all fucken night,
bodies tired dead burn in funeral pyres,
look at the iris and see the liar,
for what they are cosmic rays meteoric scars,
litter the earth archeologist I'm feeling the hurt,
spilling my science all over my shirt,
forcast overcast cloudy days no one laughs,
my feet are swollen walking with the torment...

i call this one


~~Wanted to know~~

can true love out last time/
can i do time and still except you to be mine/
will you think of me even t hough i can't be there/
will you be true to me cuz you trully care/
can u be strong enough to make it through another season/
can u have heart enough to defend my honor if given reason/

girl i just wanted to know...

can i count on you to be on my team/
can i tell you i love you and you know exactly what i mean/
can u be my support when i need a crutch/
can i confess my love even though it can't be measured how much/

girl i just wanted to know...

will you confide in me and tell me how you feel in this letter/
will you try your best to make this bit easier and make me feel better/
can i count on you to accept my calls and be there to answer the phone/
when this bit is done can i count on you to take me home/

peace to my brother for writing this piece about his girl that they recently broke up. show sum love for emotions ya'll..

Quote:

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Originally Posted by TheRoze

Night after night, you whistle tunes of a foreign descent

And call it tradition.

Little Child, Melancholy stood there.

Come and see what I see everyday, on the other side of silence,

The bruise which faded quicker than that of your cheek.

It shouldn’t happen, not in this home…

Silence breathes here… it laughs here…

It exists.

Don’t forget yourself.

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Do you think you're a prophet or something? You're not deep, you're just another attention whore who can't get her 'poems' published in real life so you post it online. Your typing style is stupid, also. You're not unique, you ain't special. You lost as a poet and you lost at life.

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Originally Posted by Revolution

Do you think you're a prophet or something? You're not deep, you're just another attention whore who can't get her 'poems' published in real life so you post it online. Your typing style is stupid, also. You're not unique, you ain't special. You lost as a poet and you lost at life.

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hmmmm.... i think i've seen this somewhere... oh wait, yes! your PM... did you save this just so you can copy and paste it?? just for me???? that's so cute Revvy!!!!

awwwwwww!!! :f :f :f :f :f

well... now that you've been noticed you fucking louse,
go crawl back into your little hole and wait until the world decides to notice you again.
i've had just about enough of your bullshitting on this site and you make me sick.

so BACK THE FUCK OFF YOU CREATURE!

thank you, and have a nice day.


people, continue with your poetry writing.

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Originally Posted by Revolution

Do you think you're a prophet or something? You're not deep, you're just another attention whore who can't get her 'poems' published in real life so you post it online. Your typing style is stupid, also. You're not unique, you ain't special. You lost as a poet and you lost at life.

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What's up with you fam? ...The lady is just posting her poetry, like this thread is for. If you don't like it, kill yaself.

lol straight up

its said that the woman is wisdom

between the state of mind and regeneration

the center of heart that bears soul

the temple betwixt holy of holy

where lessons of the civil towards lies

are brought like eyes to the skies

and reproduced like earth and fruit

granting substance that metaphysically replenish

thoughts to thinking that lead amongst brink in

ledge where know edge thats hot and cutting

for the temperance of bearing all or nothing

about the paths pointed where compass annointed

from words to encourage prudence over courage

full hearted but never to be fool hearty

giving teeth to chew to discern smart be

patience waiting brewing and instilling

virtues veritable clues to ways not to lose

through the birth from out their womb

though preconceived in brain as full bloom

to guide along days through nights twilight

until the outter limits are transcended

and reflections are reflected before tomb is heeded