"babyface" poems
you’re supposed to be, be on my side
even when I’m wrong, and always when I’m right
but never were you there
fighting me at every turn acting like a mother,
never as my significant other
i can’t be with someone who treats me like I’m two
i guess thats what a baby face will get you
then it went too far, that long day in the car.
you picked a fight, i was not surprised
it just another day in paradise.
you ****** the wheel and pulled to side of the highway
all to reach over and place your hands around my neck. i tried to scream but the sound couldn’t escape.
i decided that day i could no longer be in this place with you
i can’t be with someone who treats me like I’m two
i guess thats what a baby face will get you
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
I want that kinda love like the way Obama looks at Michelle
I want that kinda love Like Cinderella in her happliy ever after fairytale
I want that kinda love thats brings you Heaven in the mist of all hell
I want that kinda love thats gonna be there for you at the lowest point in your life when you fail.
I want that kinda love that if you start Looking into thier eyes you will be put under a spell
I want that kind of love that Feeds your mind knowlege until you both feel Faded.
I want That kinda of love that takes you high and gets your spirit Elevated
I want That kinda of love that keeps you going and movatived.
I want That kinda love where you keep on all your clothes but still be exposed like your naked.
I want That kind of love thats scared
Yes that kinda of love.
I want that kinda love Fitting me like a cold hand to warm glove
I want That kinda Love expressed through the lycis that Jill Scott sings,
That kinda love of how much joy and life loves brings
That kind of love Manifesting the many blessings
That India Arie Compassionate kinda love
That kindred Family soul kinda love
That make soul glow, and your spirit Grow kinda love
That poetic hip hop lauren Hill kinda love
That Vivian and Uncle Phil, Jada and Will kinda love
Yes That Kinda Love
As it Washes away my pain and let me dance in your love like the Summer rain
Kissed by a rose kinda love
Let's Cherish the day as if were are lyrics to the music sung by Sade.
Old school R&B; kinda of love
That Smooth Jazz kem music kinda love
That maxwell fortunate kinda love
That Babyface Whip Appeal so I know its real kinda love
That Cliff and Clair Huxtable Honorable and responsible Kind of love.
That Unlimited, Unconditinal, Uncommon Kind of Love.
That Purpose driven,
On a Mission,
Bringing The vision to fruition
kinda love
1 Corinthians 13 kind of love
You'll be My King and Ill be you Queen kinda of love
That Hebrew Royalty
Showing loyalty kinda love
I want that nourish your soul like Grandmas Homemade Turkey and biscuits casserole kinda love.
I want that Acts 6:3 kind of man with faith, prayer, and a plan.
I want a God fearing man who genuinely understands.
I want a Relationship like Boaz and Ruth,
Taking the journey together living in the Truth
I want a love that will fight for me just as Jocob did For Racheal and I promise I'll always be faithful.
Let it be Pleasing to God's sight just as Leah
But yet As wise As Solomon and The Queen of Sheba kinda love
I want that 1 John 3:18 Kind of love
That Unforseen kinda Love
As we Build like Noah and Nehemiah,
But Weep together like Jeremiah kinda of love
I want that Serve like Sammuel
And Pray like Daniel Kinda of love.
That love me like Christ Kinda of Love.
Yes That is my Kinda of love.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
Music is my Muse
From the funky jazz tempo
To the sounds of salsa
From the classical rock
To the alternative basses
From the Opera Lady's bellow
To the Tenors solo
From the 80's slow jamz
To them 50's swinging bands,
To them country folk songs
To those old folks blues
Music is my Muse,
My inspiration,
Being Black&Puerto; Rican
I- A NuYorican,
I've heard the best tunes,
Bahchata's & Merengue,
Bailes La Cumbias,
Like Macr Anthony &
oh how he sang to me,
My wanting
to rock with you like
Micheal Jackson-
To Vanilla's
Ice Ice Baby,
It's yo thang do what you wanna do,
Candy coated Rain drops
By Soul For Real,
& When will I see you Again-
Babyface
Until I muse
in my amusement
When Tim McGraw
Sanged don't take the girl,
Reba "Asking Does
He love me like
he's been loving YOU",
To its my prerogative
Like Bobbi Brown said,
Let not for get
Johnny Cash,
Or what About them
O'Jays
Yeah my muse is musical-
Music and thinking artfully
coincides with one another,
with breathing and eating
Rhyme & Rhythm linguistics
even as we walk down the street
or cruising
while jamming in ya car,
LL Cool J said Cars drive
by with the booming Systems-
AH Push it was
My jam back in the day
R&B; Was mostly what I liked
But growing Up
I started listening to
Rock & Hip Hop,
Got drunk off those sweet
Monster Ballads
while Making love
to Sade,
Sung All Cried Out
at my graduation party,
Tony Toni Tone
Made Us-FEEL GOOD YEAH
at all them block parties
back in NYC,
Now
I listen to everything
going on 33
heard it through the grape vine
that YOU share
a likeness in this Musing?
Music is My Muse.
Always Me Ayeshah
Mar 8, 2010
Mar 8, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
● Your moon who'll shine
On the darkest hour of night
Brightening up your path
When anyone else can't.
● Your long eyelashes
On the golden orbs of yours
Covering the eyelids then
When it is a dusty noon..
● Your gorgeous red lips
On the cute babyface of yours
Transforming the shiny smile
As a pout whenever we kiss...
● Your slender smooth waist
On the toned body of yours
Wriggling with full grace
As my hand kisses it....
● Your pain-bearing friend
On those days of pain
Sharing tell-tale signs
When the pain ramps up.....
● Your gut-wrenching partner
On the sleepless moonlit nights
Writing our epic in love-ink
When the nights get naughty......
● Your dream-man poster-boy
On the crevices of your mind
Posing for you in all those poses
As you often fantasize about me.......
● Your courageous support
On courage-demanding days
Facing all these obstacles in life
As we go on the road to nirvana........
● Your skill of creativity
On the pages of our epic
Rhyming along together
When you start thinking.........
● Your permanent companion
On the beautiful road of our lives
Living with you at the same place
When you bring the good news..........
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
I got bunches of hope,
full of honey and milk,
rooted to your slope,
dressed in a pinkish silk,
It is craving your babyface,
wandering around your manhood,
invoking copious amounts of grace,
In order to devour as much charm as it can,
gently sluicing sediments from your weary right palm,
massaging it twice and coating it with fragrant balm.
There, In the centre of our old black and white patio,
I am Injuring the rushing longing inside my ruins.
that dares to leap onto your shoulders and make poems.
What sacrifice could I assume to make our souls entwined with a curse of permanence?
Aug 1, 2023
Aug 1, 2023 at 11:54 AM UTC
I can't walk past Rocky Raccoon's house without pondering the idea of you
Simultaneously yet separately living out our days
I find comfort in nostalgic music, long car rides and light shows,
In lukewarm coffee representing effort put out for far too long
Hues of orange and yellow stick around with no sign of surrendering
Like an overdue library book I have no intention of returning
American Spirits burning a hole in my heart where you used to be
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
She told me your hands doesn’t look belong to you!…
I know…
What else does belong to me?
When I said my Heart wants to leave my chest, Nobody believed me…
When I said papers are running from my pen, they thought I’m a poet! They thought it is figure of speech!
When I said I saw the tree is waving for me asking me to join the forest, they thought I’m emotional…
They didn’t….
Felt the Pain…
Felt the Loss…
Felt the anguish…
Felt the Death within me…
I have..
The babyface…
The sad eyes…
The shaken voice…
I don’t have..
The Peace…
The Safe…
The Love…
But…
I promised myself to let everything go…Even my…
Hands!
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
gökhan is turkish
it means: ruler of heaven
first time i met you:
september 3rd 1993
first day at school
we looked at each other
we wanted to sit together
we became friends
how sturdy you were
people always thought you
were much older
but me?
i had a babyface
hated my babyface
wanted to look older due to my
fatherless childhood
always wanted to be my own dad
wouldn't work though
so gökhan became my daddy
father figure and protector
i looked up to you my man
ruler of heaven
six years later you died of cancer
i rushed to the hospital
countryside germany
when entering your room
aware of your death
i saw your stiff body
and you were smiling
i will never forget that
gökhan
an african-turk growing
up in germany 1990s
called gökhan tatchouop
lost the battle against cancer
sixteen years old
and he really died with a smile
because he was a good man
who did the right thing
as i get older year by year
i could be gökhan's dad by now
you're with me
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
I dared not sleep beside you,
nor close my trembling eyes–
afraid this living dream of mine
would fade with soft goodbyes.
What if you slipped like morning mist,
like visions we can’t keep?
What if loving you this close
was something meant for sleep?
So I stayed awake in silence,
memorizing every line–
your tender, quiet breathing,
that soft, sweet face of thine.
A sleepy, gentle innocence,
lips I longed to claim,
but I held my hunger softly,
lest I wake your name.
Peace had found me in that moment,
resting in your space,
as if the world grew still and kind
just by your quiet grace.
My fingers traced your features–
your nose, your skin, your beard,
then wandered to your heartbeat,
fast, alive, and near.
I wished to trap the seconds,
to make forever stay,
to never lose that fragile warmth
or let it slip away.
Was I dreaming? Was I lost?
Was madness dressed as bliss?
I couldn’t tell– but oh, my love,
I lived for moments like this.
Until the morning pulled me back,
so cold, so sharply true–
I woke with empty arms again….
and no trace left of you.
♡ lil-usagi
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 7:14 AM UTC
Now bold to keep hold
of child idle wishes,
when in all a boy's life
the bliss is true with kisses.
Verbose promises mostly misses.
&
What is corporeal is made real
in beloved eyes' appeal
yet just one is giving real deepnesses,
heaven half realized in their weaknesses.
&
A young sunken heart congeals.
Framed in little honest pictorial pieces.
(Can you see the furrowed brow
Consternation crinkles his babyface)
&
No kisses but fish lips in wallet sized b&w
No love lost boys of Indian summer nights
I see with my mind the questions wade
Discovery of Why oh why
“Kawawa mo” sadly see it on his face.
&
In wallet sized black and white, kids in
Photo booth time machine, young trysts
Proof of life, fake smiles in matte finish
Click click flash, wishful first kiss missed.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
I drive all day,
with brahms in the passenger seat, and
cool beer in the back
Through neighborhoods that have
seen better, and people who
believe in the better
They call me babyface killer, because my face is
clean, I’m not drooping at
the seams quite yet. It’s all aesthetics, because my mind
feels like a century old; I don’t talk much
Cause there’s nothing to say about
football or the people, who carry on about the weather
I’ve noticed in the mornings, I don’t quite understand I’m
in control of my time, that I carry it, it doesn’t carry
me.
You’ll notice one day too
You’re not the one, who picks and chooses
when the sun rises.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
Crime repeats itself.
Back in time we must go the time of Jessie and Frank james.
they rob the trains owners that took your land.
Then came billy the kid with guns a blazing.
As we move forward the country grows and Ma Baker she robbed your bank.
Babyface nelson on the run with the F.B.I. not far behind.
Now today we have a new gang high in office we do find.
Hillary and Barrack and Joe.
Crimes repeats it self thou they may not differ.
Just the names have changed for those that do.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC