'joinin' poems - Hello Poetry

Sabrina Denise Blakely Jan 2015

I'm.....
leanin' in to kiss you
feelin' your heart beatin'
squeezin' your thigh
movin' in closer
runnin' my hand along your chest

You're.....
reachin' for me
pullin' me near
playin' in my hair
caressin' my cheek
nibblin' at my neck

We're.....
cravin' one another
searchin' to be close
achin' for that moment
joinin' the other in oneness
movin' together
takin' us both higher
achievin' that incredible passion

I awake...
I yawn....
I stretch.....
I moan......

"oh ****! yet another sweet dream of love makin' with you~"

2007

COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~

john p green Feb 2016

It'll Hit Ya

john p green Feb 2016

It'll Hit Ya

Smack dab in the middle of unreasonable muck
Laffy Taffy bout now'd be a good kinda stuck
Ya keep on tellin be best not to speak
Cuz the more ya think, just keep gettin weak
Now I won't lie, cuz I'm still gonna try
Just ain't gonna sit here curl up and die
All right now so what's this grand plan?
Both ears open, so where do I stand?
Or maybe bout now I'll go ahead and say we
Yeah! I'm laughin cause yer stuck beside me
Oh wait! Just think I've laughed me way out
Only chance for ya joinin is to drop yer silly pout

MKF Nov 2014

Untitled

MKF Nov 2014

Untitled

You got that plastic smile
And that painted facade
Showin off your guile
You think you're ****** god
Your minions bow
To the poster child
To the spokesman now
For egos gone wild
But when you step off stage
And that mask comes off
You're just filled with rage
Cause you been slackin off
You stand for nothin
But you preach it all the same
Now people know you're bluffin
And its destroyin your fame
They're callin you fake
They're callin you out
It makes your heart break
Yeah it makes you doubt
If your friends are really friends
Or if its all a scam
If they're goin to all ends
To see that you sank instead of swam
So you're repainting your face
And com in back to your pulpit
Joinin a new race
Where you're no longer a culprit
But soon enough its all the same
A whole new group
Has figured out your game
Quick as if the last one gave em the scoop
Now you're developin a rep
And kid it ain't a good one
Always behind half a step
Its been so long since you've won
So now you're lookin deep inside
Tryna figure out what's wrong
Tryna figure out what to hide
But you've just been lyin all along
Lyin to yourself
Lyin to your crew
But now you're dropping lies on the shelf
And becomin someone new
So when you look in that mirror
You'll like what you see
Now that person's gettin clearer
Yeah that person's breakin free

Bloodline of King Yashayah Jul 2017

Po' Nature

Bloodline of King Yashayah Jul 2017

Po' Nature

See when you look at me
Tell me what you see
I bet you'll see the struggle in me
Enemies in envy
For no **** reason
Maybe its because .I'm still breathin'
Everyday its a ***** season
Hunt a brother shoot a brother
I'm confused cops makin' the news
But when my own **** they own
They pass the views
To world star
Ain't nothing but a trap
To see how ghetto you are
I look beyond that *******
Cuz I know the game
Done changed. I said it many a times
And when will we awake from the mentalities being capture
Lets kick back start a revolution
And inflict pain with catching laughter

Now I see that they don't like me
Critic me cuz I pity
The fool like Mr T my homies
Still roll with me on
The block packin' the glocks
It don't stop baby
My comraderie in position for these ******* to take a hittin'
Abusin' which side you choosin'?
The oppressor or be aggressor
Yes sir
I'll be the black Chavez
Pullin' up in my heavy chevy
Gunnin' with artillery
If I'm.stacked nice
Who could **** with me
Women to men joinin'
The revolution pistols is shootin'
Lightin' muthaphukka like it's Christmas check my diss list
Its goes from the president to the ******' ******* in the cabinet
White house ain't nothing but plantation
Different eras but same situations
I feel locked and shocked
Mentally and any
Got a problem with a slang my tools
Catch a slug a watch ya body drool
Naw don't hate cha it's just po nature

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