"blaow" poems - Hello Poetry

you make me wanna... punch your ******* face in pop six packs out the case and drink til im chasing myself around this house... you dumb ***** who the **** do you think this is. **** me all day, then you got a night cap ***** **** i look like? some ***** you just kickin it wit couldn't even put my **** in it before you switched just know, you aint slick. hoes won't learn til they ******* burn I hate to be so blunt, babygirl... it's your turn so don't come to me on no i love you **** save it all for the hick licking on your **** i don't have time for the games, shorty you lame, you wanna bump me down... ***** watch me do the same. motha fuckah.

0

Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC

jay-8

Blaow [explicit]

you make me wanna... punch your ******* face in pop six packs out the case and drink til im chasing myself around this house... you dumb ***** who the **** do you think this is. **** me all day, then you got a night cap ***** **** i look like? some ***** you just kickin it wit couldn't even put my **** in it before you switched just know, you aint slick. hoes won't learn til they ******* burn I hate to be so blunt, babygirl... it's your turn so don't come to me on no i love you **** save it all for the hick licking on your **** i don't have time for the games, shorty you lame, you wanna bump me down... ***** watch me do the same. motha fuckah.

24

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's ***** on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity, oh There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

0

Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC

priyam778

Lose yourself!

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted, in one moment Would you capture it, or just let it slip? Yo! His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's ***** on his sweater already: Mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up, over—blaow! Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity, oh There goes Rabbit, he choked, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it, he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter, he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he's so stagnant, he knows When he goes back to this mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody Better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

19

It was a dark night Streets lights were there to reassure me of my existence As I ran with my shadow following me leaving foot prints on the floor Cop cars, sirens Neighbors knocking on my door Black chucks, blue laces I seen this happen too many times before Surrounded by red blood Spattered like the paint I use to tag up my name over the city The numbers 1992 tattooed on his leg Seeing my loved one laying there on the pavement I didn’t want to think he was dead The panic, the sweat and the tears This is what happens when you been living here for years Same hood, rival enemies Catch the bullets flying in the sky You’ll be lucky enough if you catch one and don’t die This life of mine feels like a dream A nightmare I wish that I could wake up from You know what I mean? Why should the life of this shorty have to be so rough? I’m looking for the way out Before I’m next then blaow that’s the end.

0

Jun 16, 2018

Jun 16, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC

chicana

Close to death

It was a dark night Streets lights were there to reassure me of my existence As I ran with my shadow following me leaving foot prints on the floor Cop cars, sirens Neighbors knocking on my door Black chucks, blue laces I seen this happen too many times before Surrounded by red blood Spattered like the paint I use to tag up my name over the city The numbers 1992 tattooed on his leg Seeing my loved one laying there on the pavement I didn’t want to think he was dead The panic, the sweat and the tears This is what happens when you been living here for years Same hood, rival enemies Catch the bullets flying in the sky You’ll be lucky enough if you catch one and don’t die This life of mine feels like a dream A nightmare I wish that I could wake up from You know what I mean? Why should the life of this shorty have to be so rough? I’m looking for the way out Before I’m next then blaow that’s the end.

23

The times y'all hate Is the time I be So success in my life So y'all can see ...... See I started from bottom Got my squad back even if I don't got myself Every second is a problem .............. Oh look he got some nice on Go get my goons And bus that spite for him CLICK CLACK BLAOW ....... The life of a black men getting gun down all on sight for him

0

Nov 28, 2016

Nov 28, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC

lil-k-1

Untitled

The times y'all hate Is the time I be So success in my life So y'all can see ...... See I started from bottom Got my squad back even if I don't got myself Every second is a problem .............. Oh look he got some nice on Go get my goons And bus that spite for him CLICK CLACK BLAOW ....... The life of a black men getting gun down all on sight for him

22