Poetry

  • NF
    26th Feb 2014 Member 0 Permalink

    You can post and make up your very own poem here.

     

    In The Depths of Solitude

    A young heart with an old soul
    How can there be peace?
    How can I be in the depths of solitude
    When there are two inside of me?
    This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity
    To learn and live twice as fast
    As those who accept simplicity... -Tupac Amaru Shakur 1971-1996


    Persona Poem

    Bright lights flash
    Cameras roll
    My life front and center
    On stage
    For the world
    To see
    Digging deep for what they think they know
    Upset
    Clueless
    Lies sound better to thy ear
    Than the honest told truth.
    That doesn't stop me.
    My shiny clothes, diamond iced necklace
    Tell a tale of who I am, and where it is I'm going.
    This lifestyle I live is no lie.
    Neither is all the money stuffed in my pocket
    That the many envious folks wished they had
    The charm, the popularity I have
    But they don't get it,
    Probably never will either
    The more money, the more problems come
    That's why money is the root of all evil
    So much of it, many call me the devil himself
    I make the money, it don't make me,
    Nor does it change me.
    I'm going to be me, until the death of me
    Because at the drop of a dime,
    It can be all taken away.
    Does that make the picture clearer?
    Let the bright lights flash
    And cameras roll now. Christopher Wallace (NOTORIOUS B.I.G) 1972-1997

     

     

    If you wonder why they died, young please message me. But post poetry here please.

     


    Christopher Wallace was born in Brooklyn, New York of Violetta Wallace of Jamaica he had a hard life on the NY streets and soon dropped out of school at age 17, soon he was selling crack on the streets and freestyleing to pass time soon he became friends with Sean Puffy Comes known as Puff Diddy today, and at age 20 Christopher Wallace becomes a rapper with Bad Boy Records, and soon becomes famouse at age 21 Christopher becomes friends with Tupac Shakur but soon there friendship will, be crushed in late 1995 Christopher invites, Tupac to a party soon as Tupac opens the door gunshots are fired. Tupac blames Christopher for sitting him up and goes to Suge Knight after Tupac leaves there friendship becomes rivals and dissing on each other soon in 1996 Tupac dies in Las Vegas, Nevada by getting shoot at while Christopher is in New Jersey, singing that very night Christopher turns on his TV and hears about Tupac's death and he cries soon in March 9, 1997 Christopher is found dead in Los Angeles.

     

     

    NOTORIOUS B.I.G The sky is the limit

    http://youtu.be/bDac85FabTk

    Edited 5 times by NUCLEAR_FOX. Last: 26th Feb 2014
  • Schneumer
    26th Feb 2014 Member 0 Permalink

    OOOHHH WAIT TOMORROW I SHALL FIND ME POETRY TO POST

  • nijalninja98
    26th Feb 2014 Member 1 Permalink

    Streets of Markets

     

    To the sound of the shop owner's now loudened crows,

    As all push through the crowd, for a trinket to show.

    To us they call but drowned out hence,

    Only few can hear to shop or fence.

    "It's cheap," "It's amazing," "A miracle it be,"

    They call, they call, they call out to me.

     

    Every store, stall and sunridden shop,

    Be not worthy of my topdollar to stop.

    I see an end, by the wharf near the sea,

    A break from the markets, but a sanctum it not be.

    Now I push harder to reach this break of the quay,

    As they call, they call, they call out to me.

     

    Now lost I be, to the push of the swarm,

    Further collared, like sheep in the sun's warm.

    Not a word I understand, but I have figured out why,

    I am pushed, someone certainly has caught everyones eye.

    Drowned by the yells, a man selling something certainly,

    And he calls, he calls, he calls out to me.

     

    From the move of the swarm, the dust now a stir,

    Not a thing to see, all lost in the lightest of earth.

    Back I try, still clumsily I go,

    The swarm too thick, I am caught now more slow.

    Then, a break to the claustrophobes enemy,

    Now behind me they call, they call out to me.

     

    But I am free,

    From the markets in the streets,

    Now at the quay,

    They call, they call, they call out to me.

     

    -nijalninja98

     

    (I did this while in my Music class)

  • NF
    27th Feb 2014 Member 0 Permalink
  • boxmein
    27th Feb 2014 Former Staff 2 Permalink
    what is this thread lol
    do people even write stuff
    why did i make this
  • CeeJayBee
    27th Feb 2014 Member 5 Permalink

    Roses are #FF0000

    Violets are #0000FF

    All my base

    Are belong to you

  • boxmein
    27th Feb 2014 Former Staff 2 Permalink
    how can mirrors be real
    if our eyes aren't real

    100% OC by @boxmein
  • mniip
    27th Feb 2014 Developer 0 Permalink
    @CeeJayBee (View Post)
    "hash-oh-oh-oh-oh-ef-ef" and "you" don't rhyme very much
  • CeeJayBee
    27th Feb 2014 Member 0 Permalink
  • NF
    27th Feb 2014 Member 0 Permalink

    @mniip (View Post)

     Poems don't have to rhyme, nor do they have to follow grammar rules!

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