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Poem Details | by
Volodymyr Knyr |
Categories:
betrayal, friend, humorous, rap,
Who else, if not a friend,
turns up to rap and rend?
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
Poem Details | by
Blake Holland |
Categories:
adventure, allusion, anger, art, color, confusion, cool, crazy, fantasy, fun, funny, music, new year, paradise, rap, riddle, rude, song,
Your love is real
the love you feel.
Your love is great
the love you make.
Your records are on fire
its your desire.
Take me out tonight
and go wild and crazy,
or be fat and lazy.
So I played some Doors
and saw some whores.
So I said goodbye
and they all must die, fool.
So dig my guts
and eat my brain
and then go insane.
I don't
Care I love it
so forget it, Punk!
Poem Details | by
Rainbow Promise |
Categories:
art, culture, education, hip hop, humorous, image, senses,
Rapping has no Ethnicity be ye
Greek, Jew, Afro, White, Hispanic,
Chinese, Japanese, Other.
Yo man, go rap out the Soul.
Tell your story, cuss the enemy
In ways they can't understand.
These are the times when you
Get on the Move to Groove into
Real-time electronic technology!
Don't just go boom, boom, boom;
What the Hell is that?
Teach the Young dignity, respect
for others too.
Yacoo, Yacoo, a da da da, uh huh,
My child can't learn nothing from
That, so teach, preach, inform!
I like the beat, rhythm, mix turns
And twists;
But for heaven's sake let me learn
From your choice of words, how to
Live in this World of ours!
Poem Details | by
Chaim Wilson |
Categories:
age, humorous, music,
Mozart composed the Jazz of his day,
Bach could Rock in the same way,
Music is music,
Melodies mimic,
Young tunes turn classical fogies’ heads gray.
Poem Details | by
Alexander Stigleman |
Categories:
feelings, humor, rap, youth,
Room observations, i got a desk with books on it.
Random paint blotches that look like comets.
Picture frames and accolades.
Diploma and Phone case.
Lava lamp from my brother for my birthday.
I swear to God i've used it once, worth it aye?
Lamp not plugged in,
Got a dog half sleeping.
Words on my wall sketched on paper.
Hair on the floor because I decided to get creative with my razor.
Mangoritas stacked 3 high, no chaser.
Fan tilted my way with the gear on 3.
I got 3 letters to write, but i can never do it because of this A.D.D
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
humorous,
Really Good Rap Song Horn Haiku
There are scores and scores
Of stores that have gone away
Too much have to pay.
When small star twinkles
Will we see all the wrinkles
As each one mingles.
Can you mingle late
Because you did have to wait
And anticipate.
Might mingle later
And prefer percolator
Coffee creator.
When things will percale
We should stand in a circle
Pray for miracle.
This won't want to miss
Really good rap song it is
Can be hers or his.
James Hilarious Thesarious Horn
Bolivia, NC
Poem Details | by
Naddy Zahari |
Categories:
devotion, funny, girlfriend, love, rap, stress, travel,
Help me let you let me in
because I can’t deal with the acid rain
that is pouring through your brain.
It is causing too much chaos and strain.
How long shall this matter remain?
Seriously, we need no Jane
in the middle lane
to act like a membrane,
to channel our overpowering emotions
down the drain,
Can you please explain
why are you radiating cold disdain,
Don’t tell me our love is in vain!
Or do you find pleasure in pain?
Forget the train,
let’s fly off to Spain
before I go insane!
Poem Details | by
Sean Kelly |
Categories:
funny, music
A poetry writer named Vince
Had some lyrics ,and tried to convince
His young daughter to say
That rap had it's day
Now , poor Pop is Hip Hop , ever since .
Poem Details | by
Kharma Scribbles Kharmaticrhythm |
Categories:
cute, food, funny, poetry, rap, song,
Turnip Pie, why did I purchase you and try to lie?
Never once have you said "Goodbye", now you sit here in this pan to cry.
I ate you once, but not again, now I sit here to scribe 'bout you with this pen,
Turnips I won't try to defend, I like you sauteed with meat at the end,
But baked in a pie I scream "Why even try?" this is something I would never ever again buy,
I've smothered in cream sprinkled with cinnamon, quite a dream, but turnips I say should not be anywhere near me!
Poem Details | by
John Beam |
Categories:
allusion, funny, humorous, nonsense, poetry, rap, word play,
In my bonce when to nonce Just another sense but I never ponce
Poem Details | by
Verlecia Fields |
Categories:
community, dance, freedom, humorous, music, rap, song, sound, summer, urban,
lets shout it out
lets move it to the streets
bang that car spanked-out speakers
to the rumble of the mass beat
now bass line that big crying baby
till it sounds
low and sweet (voice deep)
shake off all there inhibition
and bring them to the dance floor
now let the bass sound
take you
where you want to be
let the bass line hit you
so you can stomp your feet
(instrumental strong bass)
can you feel that rumble
and you feel the beat
bass line it up
so you don't
step on her feet
Poem Details | by
Marissa Faries |
Categories:
food, funny, humor, humorous, rap,
Raw, raw foods
Ain't the true goods for you.
You can die hard from raw intoxication,
Contamination, i-in-inflammation…!
Cook 'em all the way through, yo.
"Y'all chef and staff,"
"Yes…?"
"I can't eat this. Its raw, raw m-meat-is r-raw-raawh meat!"
"Oh…. Well it's just fine, some people do it all the time."
"I ain't like them others, and this food is clearly undercooked…"
Leavin' the restaurant, no tip,
Bee'cause I got a grip and oh yes,
Raw grease on da floor, I see the chef slip.
Actin' like it's nothing, but really-
It's bad, bad foods. Raw, raw food.
I ain't gonna buy it, nor eat it if already bought'n it.
Poem Details | by
Josette Key |
Categories:
funny
There's a mouse in my house
It just ran under the couch
I really hate to say it
But I don't think I can take it.
There's a mouse in my house
I'm really quite annoyed
There's some bread on the floor
It must have really enjoyed.
There's a mouse in my house
I just hit it with my shoe
It really seems quite dead now
Think I'll flush it down the loo.
Josette Key 2009
Poem Details | by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
candy, food, friend, humorous, rap, silly, sweet,
Mmm, mmm, Abba-Zaba
Abba zaba do dum dee
Mmm, mmm, Abba-Zaba
You da owny frien' fo' me.
Poem Details | by
Jo Bien |
Categories:
funny
"sorry, I'm late"
"gee, you look great"
"I brought you these flowers"
(this date may take hours)
"who do you know?"
"let's go to a show"
"eat dinner real late"
(can I escape)
"you need to go home?"
"can I call your cell phone?"
"can I kiss you goodnight?"
(as I run in fright)
Poem Details | by
Randy Johnson |
Categories:
games, humor, truth,
Certain people hate the Wii U, they call it a piece of crap.
But I like the game console and I think it got a bum rap.
It's no XBOX One or PS4 but it's not an abomination.
I believe it was good and that's not an exaggeration.
Yes, a few of its games do stink, especially Paper Mario: Color Splash.
When I played that game, I'd get so mad that I wanted to throw it in the trash.
Nintendo released the Switch when they axed the Wii U.
People hated the console and so it was discontinued.
I hated to see the Wii U fail, it has become another Dreamcast.
Certain people hated the Wii U and now it's a thing of the past.
Poem Details | by
Josette Key |
Categories:
animals, funny, life,
There's a mouse in my house
It just ran under the couch.
I really hate to say it
But I just can't seem to take it.
Oh,there's a mouse in my house
I'm really quite annoyed
There's some bread on the floor
It must have really enjoyed.
There's a mouse in my house
I just hit it with my shoe
It really seems quite dead now
Think I'll flush it down the loo.
josette key 2008
Poem Details | by
Mark Koplin |
Categories:
humor,
A gas leak came again last night.
The dreaded bean a desperate flight.
It takes it’s form of natural gas.
A blowhard’s dream now fleeting fast.
A boastful blast out from the rear.
One last attempt it would appear.
Don’t push too hard just let it simmer.
It must be something you had for dinner.
Open a window to circulate.
The porcelain throne incinerates
The might king now takes his seat.
The time has come with no retreat.
One final blast will soon take hold.
Watch and learn from what’s been told.
The loo does sit on sacred ground.
A resting place has now been found.
Poem Details | by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
city, funny, humor, music, rap, satire, silly,
Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, bumba boo
Shoot the police and
Shooby dooby doo.
Oom, bumba bumba bumba
Oom, wumba woo
Shoot out on 42nd
Doo wacka doo.
Poem Details | by
Kyle Gee |
Categories:
adventure, art, engagement, fantasy, funny, funny love, rap,
Find my glutton for this rap button to come sneaking up on em/
I’m pretty good at running so let me run it up on em/
Time for me to gain traction with these tracks slung/
Alive more than I ever been in action go figure/
Never still with my stature my line’s never flat sir/
Hearts even more on beat than I need give it to her/
A crib for the burr or heat to surge the birds on my wire
I ribbed the instrument or sound heard words on fire
Poem Details | by
Marissa Faries |
Categories:
addiction, crazy, drug, humor, humorous, nonsense, rap,
My marina-made
Merry marijuana
Marianas maze
Marinara; merrily
Mary may thee marry me.
Poem Details | by
Marissa Faries |
Categories:
crazy, drug, funny, rap,
Time to be that bore who smokes the weed.
Time to be that betch who takes the lead.
Time to be the nurturer somebody needs.
Time to be the one who plucks out the weeds.
Poem Details | by
Tom Tade |
Categories:
giggle, humor, rap, sexy,
Fold her like a pretzel
Girl be going mental
Nuttin in her mouth
Now I’m messing up her dental
Treat it like a rental
Park it in the temple
Riding with the homies
And we dawging in the kennel
Shawty sentimental
Body instrumental
Tryna tie me down
But I’m moving continental
Dancing like a stripper
Shake it like a teaser
Louding up the music
How I’m playing on the speaker
It’s so cold in winter
Turning on the heater
Linking up with baddies
Now she calling me a cheater
Tryna make that money
I ain’t tryna keep her
Flowing on that base
How I’m balling like I’m Jeter.
Poem Details | by
Marissa Faries |
Categories:
crazy, funny, humor, rap, urban, word play, words,
Lately I have been feeling so happy and so rappy.
But whenever I get snappy, I go for a nappy.
Just never make me feel so unhappy nor either so crappy.