lukekylestanley3317
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I'm trying to see who will put down their written rhymes and poetry. Not sure how much movement this thread can generate, but I know y'all write rhymes; the question is will you post them?
Your Rhymes/Poetry in Motion
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Remy_LeGermz
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let me go off the top of the dome, ion write no more but I'm in the mood..hol up..
ayo...
ayo..Bless'said be the beast of burden that roam the streets
The ones whom, hunt and gather and feed fleet
The fleet that, move wit no logistics, United for the parcel, they misfists
What is it....that, make a man push past the pain
Induce a mental high like a needle in the arm and push past the vain
Push past the want and go for the need
How are there seven deadly sins
When you can move so humble and go for the greed?
goat this shit
ayo...
ayo..Bless'said be the beast of burden that roam the streets
The ones whom, hunt and gather and feed fleet
The fleet that, move wit no logistics, United for the parcel, they misfists
What is it....that, make a man push past the pain
Induce a mental high like a needle in the arm and push past the vain
Push past the want and go for the need
How are there seven deadly sins
When you can move so humble and go for the greed?
goat this shit
lukekylestanley3317
New Member
That was pretty damn good
Remy_LeGermz
Location
thanks
lukekylestanley3317
New Member
STAR WARS [by me]
Stars collide, mars red, red family blood ties tides.
The force abides, and the strides strong.
"the lineage long, long in you I see," green man, green wrinkled bald man
speaks.
He speaks backwards in time, in rhyme and soliloquy,
planets rotate on an axis with speed; Planets axis speed
comets access moons; and intergalactic galaxies relate in a solar
constellation of monsoons on this occasion.
Sons and fathers, teachers and students; lessons learned through
frustrations.
To a father the child is but an observation, manifestation of his decisions and
a product of his creations. A mirror of celestial imaginations.
To the son the father is a kaleidoscope of information.
Through his scope he sees an abundance of paternal miscalculations.
Stardust twinkles inside black holes saturations, philosophies sprinkled from
that believed and things told spring consternations, intricately space
continuum's unfurl such estimations are not
approximate for the child to have faith in daddy’s formulaic equations.
He seeks to see, that to which the father speaks, but his mind sees fallacies
in the holes of his father’s speech, his father's peaks, so he does not climb
that which cannot be reached but does unfold-- as time falls over parallel
universes of silver versus gold.
So as the two grow, one grows wise and they both grow old.
Metallic-precious metals, the essence of value to which nobody knows.
Some run away from materialism. Some sell their time and soul.
No air in the dark for a breathless soul to air out clout grievances of ether
among the Grim Reapers’ nautical shoals.
Politics or religion?
Our position is that we hold. Feathers do not flock but seem more to fold.
When can we meet on the same page and not repeat the same story told?
There is room in the sky for us to look down on the clouds below.
Let kindness be our light, to share in smiles, the things we know.
Like the stars in space, Milky Way and galaxies.
You are the mirror of my face, atoms and perplexities.
But the truth of the matter is not so complex to see
That the root of the problem is that you simply do not listen to me.
Dead air to infinity, no sound, no gravity, no dual mutuality of respect
Because you are so high in the epitome…..
of course, on coarse you were the conception of the source of time for me;
Cradled my civilization, my holy grail in a world of blasphemy you were my
eyes, but
Tomorrow is yesterday and married to hello like goodbye.
Soon there won’t be time for you to know me, for every twinkling star dies.
Greetings from the past to the future of old, they sigh like a hue.
With shades of disagreements, red for anger, coldness in blue,
Patterns overlap the two to divide us in a gravitational pull.
But none so strong to break the bond
of that love that I have for you
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Stars collide, mars red, red family blood ties tides.
The force abides, and the strides strong.
"the lineage long, long in you I see," green man, green wrinkled bald man
speaks.
He speaks backwards in time, in rhyme and soliloquy,
planets rotate on an axis with speed; Planets axis speed
comets access moons; and intergalactic galaxies relate in a solar
constellation of monsoons on this occasion.
Sons and fathers, teachers and students; lessons learned through
frustrations.
To a father the child is but an observation, manifestation of his decisions and
a product of his creations. A mirror of celestial imaginations.
To the son the father is a kaleidoscope of information.
Through his scope he sees an abundance of paternal miscalculations.
Stardust twinkles inside black holes saturations, philosophies sprinkled from
that believed and things told spring consternations, intricately space
continuum's unfurl such estimations are not
approximate for the child to have faith in daddy’s formulaic equations.
He seeks to see, that to which the father speaks, but his mind sees fallacies
in the holes of his father’s speech, his father's peaks, so he does not climb
that which cannot be reached but does unfold-- as time falls over parallel
universes of silver versus gold.
So as the two grow, one grows wise and they both grow old.
Metallic-precious metals, the essence of value to which nobody knows.
Some run away from materialism. Some sell their time and soul.
No air in the dark for a breathless soul to air out clout grievances of ether
among the Grim Reapers’ nautical shoals.
Politics or religion?
Our position is that we hold. Feathers do not flock but seem more to fold.
When can we meet on the same page and not repeat the same story told?
There is room in the sky for us to look down on the clouds below.
Let kindness be our light, to share in smiles, the things we know.
Like the stars in space, Milky Way and galaxies.
You are the mirror of my face, atoms and perplexities.
But the truth of the matter is not so complex to see
That the root of the problem is that you simply do not listen to me.
Dead air to infinity, no sound, no gravity, no dual mutuality of respect
Because you are so high in the epitome…..
of course, on coarse you were the conception of the source of time for me;
Cradled my civilization, my holy grail in a world of blasphemy you were my
eyes, but
Tomorrow is yesterday and married to hello like goodbye.
Soon there won’t be time for you to know me, for every twinkling star dies.
Greetings from the past to the future of old, they sigh like a hue.
With shades of disagreements, red for anger, coldness in blue,
Patterns overlap the two to divide us in a gravitational pull.
But none so strong to break the bond
of that love that I have for you
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lukekylestanley3317
New Member
Here's a shorter one.[phone's lie>greater than u&I]
I know she’s checking her phone the same as I.
Are you checking your phone with a smile on your face or a tear in your eye?
I couldn’t trust you, but I never meant to make you cry.
You never seemed to care much for my answers, and I wonder why.
We knew we couldn’t be together forever, but I thought we enjoyed the attempts to try.
I always told the truth, but I couldn’t get pass the lie.
I know she’s checking her phone the same as I.
Are you checking your phone with a smile on your face or a tear in your eye?
I couldn’t trust you, but I never meant to make you cry.
You never seemed to care much for my answers, and I wonder why.
We knew we couldn’t be together forever, but I thought we enjoyed the attempts to try.
I always told the truth, but I couldn’t get pass the lie.