Writing Prompt #19

What are some things you can express through poetry that you can’t express in another writing format?

The emotions I can express through poetry is priceless

You don’t know how much I love this

The day to day shit I take

I can let it out on the mic

It’s literally therapeutic

This notepad is my couch

And the poetry that leaves my mouth

Bounces off the walls like a bouncy house

As it enters the minds of everyone in the room and they can finally feel what I feel

I finally can drop the shield

I can finally speak without trying to be this man of steel

I can finally be real

I can finally let the world in on how I feel

Instead of putting up this persona that I am made of steel

That’s what poetry allows me to do

I can write phony story with different characters but how would you know it’s really from the heart

When these words sing from my soul

It takes a different kind of toll

On me it makes me feel whole

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Grateful (Poem)

At some point in time you gone have to wake up and look in the mirror and say I’m the man

You gotta be grateful for what you have

Stop feeling bad

Stop thinking you look bad

Because you not the models on the television

If you want to get to that position

Work for it and trust the vision

You don’t need supporters for that

You can be that

Don’t give up because no ones looking

Make them look

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Get it (Poem)

They hate on you

When they don’t know you

When they never even met you

That’s what separates you from them

They judge off a glimpse

Thinking that’s who you are

Don’t let their words hurt you from afar

You know who you are

Now show the world your talent

Show what you got

Just remember no matter what

People will hate so don’t stop

Don’t let them make you flop

Hate is all over the atmosphere

Great things await on the other side of fear

Go get it

Work at it

You got this

Do what you wish

Don’t let the hate stop your grind

You are stronger

tougher

Get after it

Just go get it

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BUILD A WALL AND CRIME WILL FALL (Short Poem)

BUILD A WALL AND CRIME WILL FALL

So basically continue to stall

While our kids continue to starve

The biggest killers have white skin but they still not behind bars

If they do get a sentence it’s shorter than a dwarf

Bills coming up to our neck like a scarf

And we’re told to be patient and let it run it’s course

But the suffering and hunger is something you don’t have to endorse

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Venting (Poem)

I’m stuck in my mind cause I seen a situation like this

So I kinda already know

Should I just drop the book and see how things go

Or hold it and see my dreams fold

 

This world is so cold

And I’m just trying to let you know

That your blood could be the coldest people you’ll ever know

Had to learn the hard way

 

I put my passion into it and watched it get shot down

I heard life come full circle, so I’m just waiting for my time to come back around

They say don’t trust friends and just let your blood surround

I’m feeling like a orphan because my friends seems like the only ones that’s down

 

Sometimes I wonder why I even speak

All they seem to hear is the depression

Don’t even notice I’m giving the guidelines to applying the pressure

Maybe I’m just the only one who gets the gesture

Never mind I can’t really worry about the backlash I’m just improving the texture

 

I’m just so mixed up in this mixture

Just worried about who down for the adventure

When I need to just go on the adventure

 

They will follow soon as the bills start falling

And the girls start drooling

I’m just flowing so my mind starts fooling

 

I’m just venting about a book that probably won’t see the light of day

Because I worry too much about who got faith in me

I just want people to learn from my mistakes

 

Never depend on others

Just work till the day you get discovered

If only I can get that through my thick skull

If only I knew my worth

 

I would have never been on that turf

I would have been right here getting everything I deserve

My own momma and poppa broke me down to my knees

I wish I didn’t take that plea

 

I wish I knew who I can be

I wish they knew who I can be

And that’s me

I should have fought to be me

 

I’m just venting about some days I’ll probably never see again

Times change

People change

Don’t be chained

To your past

I’m just venting about my past

 

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