"adlib" poems - Hello Poetry

This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth Late better than never-- and I got this here forever Flow like rain during any kinda weather Keep this here close to my heart And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start Beat-beat Thump-thump I'll just let the words flow from my heart But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun Under its blaze, us two can become one (lets make our Son under His) While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken Promises I made to myself remain unbroken And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian I am Woman The prototype made perfect and pure Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be Wrath your ******** may not be able to endure Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel I am Mother Earth And this is my Gift—my Gyft I am Myself and such a present I present to thee For I AM Queen Poetree So when I seem silent When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze I am the Life that flows from you I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue I am that empty space you try to fill with another one So when you think you hear nothing When you think you’re all alone I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation I am everything virtuous I am the eye of the storm I am your hope, your future I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn I am air, I am sky I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat But most importantly, to my core I am Queen Poetess B…

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Apr 12, 2010

Apr 12, 2010 at 5:53 AM UTC

queen-poetess-b

I AM *Queen*

This is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth Late better than never-- and I got this here forever Flow like rain during any kinda weather Keep this here close to my heart And when the block comes, I don’t know where to start Beat-beat Thump-thump I'll just let the words flow from my heart But you ain’t feelin me’-- You ain’t hearin’ Queen So I got to bring you back to the forefront with my so⋅lil⋅o⋅quy I remind you of all the things that had you fearin’ me This Army of One, brighter than that star He created we call Sun Under its blaze, us two can become one (lets make our Son under His) While I lay with fragmented words.... spoken Promises I made to myself remain unbroken And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian I am Woman The prototype made perfect and pure Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be Wrath your ******** may not be able to endure Thought you knew a good Woman and tight ***** make you surrender on your knees And dream dreams about your seed taking root in this royal vessel I am Mother Earth And this is my Gift—my Gyft I am Myself and such a present I present to thee For I AM Queen Poetree So when I seem silent When you think you hear nothing but your heart beat Nothing but the cool air enraptured in the breeze I am the Life that flows from you I am the Wind rustling the trees leaves I am the fragrance left in the air you interpret as another I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers I am the softness of lips and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue I am that empty space you try to fill with another one So when you think you hear nothing When you think you’re all alone I am every word, every adlib of your favorite song Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair I am your deep breath because, baby, I am your air I am everything pleasurable—every pleasure experienced since your creation And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation I am everything virtuous I am the eye of the storm I am your hope, your future I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn I am air, I am sky I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat But most importantly, to my core I am Queen Poetess B…

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Stunt **** He can be your lover lady, ima be your stunt **** He can be your boyfriend mommy, ima be your stunt **** He can be your husband **** ima be your stunt **** stunt **** fluid swap, yep when them ******* drop. Lights, camera, action ,I’m your stunt **** stunt **** Lights camera, action, I’m your stunt **** stunt **** Ima be your stunt **** girl and beat it up, yep ima beat it up, that man there can eat it up. We don’t need no scrip for this act or no monolog, you can adlib, improvise on my microphone. We can do the box spring boogie all night long, we can get ***** coz play like its Comic Con. Tag your girlfriend in, we can do a menajahtwa , pile drive that nannie, Macho Man Wrestle Mania. Petting that ***** Doctor Claw, go go gadget pennies, working your equation *** notation like a mad genius. If I nut prematurely , don’t you worry I got ****** it’s not superman, but stuntman with all the stamina, Ima beat it up like Van Dam at the Comitia ,finger, lick and kiss each other while I ********* It’s ocean spray ,whale watching like in Monterrey.

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC

hotsaucemcpoetry

Stunt ****

Stunt **** He can be your lover lady, ima be your stunt **** He can be your boyfriend mommy, ima be your stunt **** He can be your husband **** ima be your stunt **** stunt **** fluid swap, yep when them ******* drop. Lights, camera, action ,I’m your stunt **** stunt **** Lights camera, action, I’m your stunt **** stunt **** Ima be your stunt **** girl and beat it up, yep ima beat it up, that man there can eat it up. We don’t need no scrip for this act or no monolog, you can adlib, improvise on my microphone. We can do the box spring boogie all night long, we can get ***** coz play like its Comic Con. Tag your girlfriend in, we can do a menajahtwa , pile drive that nannie, Macho Man Wrestle Mania. Petting that ***** Doctor Claw, go go gadget pennies, working your equation *** notation like a mad genius. If I nut prematurely , don’t you worry I got ****** it’s not superman, but stuntman with all the stamina, Ima beat it up like Van Dam at the Comitia ,finger, lick and kiss each other while I ********* It’s ocean spray ,whale watching like in Monterrey.

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Rinse Repeat A simple man, trapped by society, Raised to feel indebted to his family His fantasy is printed and framed Above the job's lobby. A beautiful Scene of the mountains in Nagasaki. The clear air clears the clouds Of the the solvent factory So he sits and stares Ever unsure of his trajectory. Rinse Repeat The quality of his life is priced At $4.50. If he can't get his fix Of burritos and churro sticks, His world turns to bricks. His grip slips. The slight weight shift on his hips Strips his exuberant demeanor Like a lunar eclipse. Rinse Repeat When he tries to adlib the script, Life and love kicks him in the intelligence. His happiness doesn't take precedence Over the dead presidents he needs To keep his residence. It's evident In his directionless aggressiveness, He feels irrelevant to his existence. So, he slows the pistons of his brilliance. Rinse Repeat His silence has made him forget his presence He's become convinced that washing metal prints Isn't against his will. That the fulfill- Ment of another's vision is the pill To his sickness. Like the use of litmus Will heal his mental limpness Between 9 and 5. The only thoughts He completes are rinse and repeat

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Mar 12, 2014

Mar 12, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC

timothy-brown

Eluant

Rinse Repeat A simple man, trapped by society, Raised to feel indebted to his family His fantasy is printed and framed Above the job's lobby. A beautiful Scene of the mountains in Nagasaki. The clear air clears the clouds Of the the solvent factory So he sits and stares Ever unsure of his trajectory. Rinse Repeat The quality of his life is priced At $4.50. If he can't get his fix Of burritos and churro sticks, His world turns to bricks. His grip slips. The slight weight shift on his hips Strips his exuberant demeanor Like a lunar eclipse. Rinse Repeat When he tries to adlib the script, Life and love kicks him in the intelligence. His happiness doesn't take precedence Over the dead presidents he needs To keep his residence. It's evident In his directionless aggressiveness, He feels irrelevant to his existence. So, he slows the pistons of his brilliance. Rinse Repeat His silence has made him forget his presence He's become convinced that washing metal prints Isn't against his will. That the fulfill- Ment of another's vision is the pill To his sickness. Like the use of litmus Will heal his mental limpness Between 9 and 5. The only thoughts He completes are rinse and repeat

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All you left was broken bottles I couldn't have checked for you in the bottom of them even if had I wanted Two years too many, never read the label when you'd get me I was a broken record turning on the needles of your memories Lost eyes, lost hopes, I don't care anymore You took the last of me I don't care anymore Add a list of small smiles and beating hearts who wrecked my ribs I wish I could tell you I didn't rehearse these lines, I wish I could say they were adlib But time comes to show, Your presence left a shadow and a cut that still burns from salt despite how shallow A knock in the teeth, Figment of my imagination, no I can still breathe I'm just tipsy from thoughts of you and me As I swallow you down, you taste so pretty But you burn all the same, how could I believe so foolishly Dumb love songs on repeat, They all say the same thing, I know I've tried to write a song to fit the way we both hit our low Tally marked points we kept track of, First love is not a game, don't you write it on a tree with our names above I set the wood on fire in hopes I'd smoke you away, But I just coughed up embers and you're still miles away.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC

lonely-maybe

i'm just drunk again

All you left was broken bottles I couldn't have checked for you in the bottom of them even if had I wanted Two years too many, never read the label when you'd get me I was a broken record turning on the needles of your memories Lost eyes, lost hopes, I don't care anymore You took the last of me I don't care anymore Add a list of small smiles and beating hearts who wrecked my ribs I wish I could tell you I didn't rehearse these lines, I wish I could say they were adlib But time comes to show, Your presence left a shadow and a cut that still burns from salt despite how shallow A knock in the teeth, Figment of my imagination, no I can still breathe I'm just tipsy from thoughts of you and me As I swallow you down, you taste so pretty But you burn all the same, how could I believe so foolishly Dumb love songs on repeat, They all say the same thing, I know I've tried to write a song to fit the way we both hit our low Tally marked points we kept track of, First love is not a game, don't you write it on a tree with our names above I set the wood on fire in hopes I'd smoke you away, But I just coughed up embers and you're still miles away.

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To be Alone Lonesome solace where the Complacent Sit in a circle Criss crossed I saw him Lie in the middle Smirk wrapped against teeth As they pushed deeper and deeper inside me Alone Void of lonesome I didnt drive in fear while the knife wielded into my spine I led the cowardly Edge of the lake standing His needle just rested against his forearm Poison barely made it into The vein next to Thick lined tattoo Said he barely felt pain The past tense Was edible It melted into euphoria Forgetfulness was a privilege I could be consumed by moments Hours Where his ringing noises didnt Completely devour Where he didnt catapult me into Leaping fenses Shoving cliffsides I'm capsized Defined by an adlib By bullet holes and Splinters Wish I could have wrapped my fists tighter Made the pigment of my beating heart Lighter.

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC

JackOfAllTrades

Pt. Sd.

To be Alone Lonesome solace where the Complacent Sit in a circle Criss crossed I saw him Lie in the middle Smirk wrapped against teeth As they pushed deeper and deeper inside me Alone Void of lonesome I didnt drive in fear while the knife wielded into my spine I led the cowardly Edge of the lake standing His needle just rested against his forearm Poison barely made it into The vein next to Thick lined tattoo Said he barely felt pain The past tense Was edible It melted into euphoria Forgetfulness was a privilege I could be consumed by moments Hours Where his ringing noises didnt Completely devour Where he didnt catapult me into Leaping fenses Shoving cliffsides I'm capsized Defined by an adlib By bullet holes and Splinters Wish I could have wrapped my fists tighter Made the pigment of my beating heart Lighter.

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