"fave" poems
Hustle hard remix freestyle by : junior
(Rap)
Yea young junior baby
Work hard, get paid
Put foods on the table
Pay bills for my parents
My daughter need a kandle
***** I can't handle
Imma hustle hard
If you **** stop me
I will **** you up
Snap my fingers and money come to me
******* im the boss
That what I do
I'm so addict to money like honey *****
Imma making raining on this hoes
******* bend over and touch your toes
Get rich or dying trying
******* I told my dad if I didn't make money
Imma die trying
My daughter is my inspiration
Her smile is my motivation
******* are not my level
I see them pedal their bike
I'm on my Lamborghini niggas
I see my ***** kimbo
Watzup ***** how are u doing
50 cent said, hey homie swish your style up but if they hate let the money pile up.
**** all my ******
Yea kisss my ***
I just miss your funny jokes
If you keep talkin **** behind my back
Imma come and choke you ******
******* I'm not playing
I'm gettin money like 50cent
You *** hoes
I'm ************* *****
***** ****** say, yo jr **** this *****
Yea imma do that ****
While my daughter swimming with the fish
I call her mermaid ******
I'm making money money
You ****** ******* *****
*****
************ ****** wat wrong with this haters
I used to chase ***** until my dad told to chase money
***** ain't my time
Bro, it good tho
I'm wearing bing chain until girls call me **** while ****** hate on me
Let them hate but they can't touch me
Let me take you in the past
When I was a kid
I love big things
Big cars, big house, big ***** and big ****
Dad asked me, son what your fave car
I said, Lamborghini
He said, **** son this **** is expensive
I said, dad I got this
To all this ****** shot my bro cause he was tryin to get money to feed his daughter
**** you, I'm here to **** you up
I'm your ****** nightmare
If you try to get money
Imma come to rob you and **** you
Show no love cause love will get you **** that what 50cent say
All day I'm right here
I'm not goin nowhere
Imma hustle hard until I died
God forgives but I don't ******
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
I never asked to be ugly
dunno why it made me so hard to like
My own peers
they killed me
while our adult supervision got high.
I had no friends when I went away
to the place mom told me
I had to go stay,
"It's a happy place," I remember she said,
"Called Camp Crystal Lake."
Sounded nice
enough at the time.
Crystal Lake. A family fave.
Nowadays, when you hear the name
You don't think of a sunshiney place
full of laughter and happy children
You think of misfortune
you think of my face
and if you think of visiting,
You better not stay
For more than a day,
Or the children will play
on your grave.
This is my home
and I'd rather be alone,
With the dead animals
and my mother's bones.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
I see you
Sweet like candy
But definitely a handful
I don’t want to do anything to you
I don’t want to do anything for you
I would love to experience with you
So the fave color is red
There is beauty behind your eyes – in your head
Brains built of action from your hands and happening in front of your eyes
What a surprise when you spoke to me
Simple yet impressive and something I did not see coming
Love is where you find it
Hot – sour – bitter – slightly messy
Unconditional from the crown at the top of the head to bottom of the feet
Now what ?
I don’t want to do anything to you
I don’t want to do anything for you
I would love to experience with you
Think of making love in a chair
For this to work
Both of us have to be willing and somewhat fair
Are you really sure you want unconditional ?
Can you actually accept my faults and failings ?
I have never been to prison
I believe in feelings
I am an old man with ideas, designs and thoughts in a battle with the Universe
I know how to trust you
Can you hold the word commit when the sky falls ?
I will never let you fall
I promise I’ll never make you cry
When you get scared
I’ll hold you tighter
You do not have to ask
I am your fighter
I would never question the Creator
The thief of air has taken love from me
Several times
Was my heart being prepared for you ?
Now what ?
Can you accept my creative mess process ?
Can you see the fun in how I get things done ?
Are you willing and ready for the ride of a lifetime ?
If your answer leans toward yes, double buckle – it going to be bumpy – but fun
Our daughter will be divine
Will you balk when I beg you to try for a son ?
Your effect on another male can change the world and all humankind
Spirit guides my life now
I can’t explain it
I know it when I see it
Here are my jealousies
Are you willing to grant me your T E A ?
Time – Energy – Attention
Let’s lock this energy in place
I am willing to do – not try – do
Bring me you
I am better than I used to be
Not as good as I will be
Can you love a person like me ?
I do not want your day
I do not want your night
I am a person of commitment
I want your lifetime
I will cherish those days you are mad at me
I will cherish those days you don’t understand me
No matter how sweet
I promise to never cheat
If I have to crawl thru broken glass
I always come home
Can your comfort zone let me share ?
Right or wrong
Will you be there ?
Some things I do very strong
Others start with tender
Madness is not something I accept
Yet, know that I stand
And put all of life in a blender
Here is the warning – the caveat :
Are you a moth or a flame ?
Feet on the ground
Living
The possibilities are all blue sky
Tender ********** makes Angels cry
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
Welcome to my home, oh won't you come in?
Allow me to show you around, would you care for a drink?
Tell me your poison, maybe a highball of gin?
I keep it in the kitchen with the coffeepot by the sink,
or maybe you'd prefer a tumbler of crown?
Whiskey is right in the foyer by the doorstop,
there's nothing like a nip right before I bounce.
And if it's wine you crave, it's in the living room atop
the tube television beside the VCR in it's place.
But if you've a tongue for peach schnapps
then make your way to the crawl space.
Whilst your up there I say, would you do me a fave?
Look in the attic for the bourbon, it's beside my baby pictures,
and bring it down for me. I'm sure that I saved
some from the last time I was up there alone with self-stricture.
Oh you don't care for bourbon, then maybe some brandy?
The cognac is somewhere down the basement,
but ignore the rope and the candies.
You're unsettled you say? Then rum's how to spend
drinking the night away with me in the den.
OH! Just send a beer your way?! you should've just said!
A six-pack's in the bathroom, right next to the head.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Here's some homework howlers,
By hilarious pupil terrors,
"An octopus has eight testicles."
Did I read that with my spectacles?
"Mozart sailed to Vietnam." For how long?
Why is there a clavichord in the Mekong?
"Rome is now in Africa." Do tell,
Didn't you learn map-reading too well?
"Mummy and Daddy's fave place is bed."
Do your parents really want this read?
Are these mud-coloured glasses, or what?
How did I survive teaching this lot?
It's hard to take them too serious,
Homework howlers, hilarious!
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
Sitting in my room my mind floods with memories
Indulging in negativity occasionally feels good, yes please
My mental health has gone SO south these past several years
I like to drown my pain in multiple beers
That doesn't always work for me
I just absorb as much pain as I can as if it'll turn into positivity
All I want is to feel like I matter
But truthfully I feel like a bother
A bother, a burden; take your pick
Sadly, I won't get the validation I need because I'm not a "chick"
In my experience nobody cares about a guy's feelings
Men with feelings are defined as weaklings
It's a tragedy that has lead to some sad events throughout history
Put your hands up if you agree.
Men should be able to share their emotions too
I started this poem because I was feeling blue
This website helps me get that validation I desperately crave.
It is definitely one of my fave
Writing out my feelings helps me cope
It gives me just a little bit of hope
That someday I'll find that special someone
Someone that'll accept my shattered heart and mend it
Mend it and erase all that negative ****
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 5:32 AM UTC
As I told you already that I was Graeme Thorne in the 1950s and apart from the fact I was him for just 8 years, I had a best friend named bobby Francis who was a very ***** fellow, well back then so was I
Bobby had a teenage crush on dody Stephens who sang pink shoe laces which was bobby's fave song and I, as Graeme Thorne thought yeah she is cute and bobby bought her album over to my house and you could hear his voice twanging with the words pink shoelaces and then in 1959 bobby bought pink shoelaces which caused a bit of shock for teachers at old scots college and Greame Thorne who was me said it looks weird that my mate is wearing pink shoe laces
But bobby couldn't give a flying **** about what people were saying about him
Just listen or try and get the memory of him singing
Tan shoes and pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest hey man oh man tan shoes with pink shoelaces and a big panamol
With a purple hat band and my friend bobby sang that with the same twang as dodi Stephens
Which could be the reason why
Bobby is having a tween crush on an older 13 year old singer
I as Graeme Thorne also had a crush on dodi and both me and bobby were dodi's dory but bobby's mum got really cranky with bobby for his voice because it could be a **** voice but bobby used bad language to tell his mum to get ****** and every time we went to the local shops in Bondi beach we bought our ice creams and sat on the beach singing the dodi Stephens hit
And then two gorgeous 12 year old girls sat near us and I said
How about a bit of sugar and bobby said for you maybe but I want dodi's pink shoelaces
And I told bobby to live in the realistic years and bobby said you can talk to these girls but I like dodi ok and bobby was ************ over dodi Stephens **** body while I as Graeme Thorne went over to the 12 year old girls and started to massage their backs and thighs saying to bobby these girls are a nice *** of sugar
For my spoon and as the girls left they kissed me as greame Thorne on the lips and left thinking my friend was a bit of a **** and when we got back to bobby's house bobby played pink shoe laces very loud as well as ************ thinking dodi is a 50s fox and I toild him that those girls on the beach were **** too and bobby said yeah I agree but I plan to finish school and marry dodi and then said he was Dooley and dodi is trying to keep me safe well in 1960 I was kidnapped and killed and bobby well I will never ever know if he got it together with dodi, probably not but in my current life at the age of 22 I heard bobby's twang singing pink shoe laces as I heard it on the radio and now I listen to pink shoe laces on YouTube
She is hot
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
''We Still Want You Bad (Michael)''
by: david wayne clare
Didn't think that this could do it, do it, do it
Didn't think that it would ever do it, do it, do it
Didn't think that life could do it, do it, do it
Yeah, we want you, we want you back bad
We remember the times and the hits our ears would taste
You let your love-sound shine; now time has let it go to waste
It's seems no matter when, life can fool you
His skin-deep charm we hadn't relished like oh so before
Not really thinking we just jumped up and walked out your door
The pain we just cant bear, we have no one else to tell
It drives us mad to think we feigned and now were compelled
Convinced ourselves of no second-chance and we thought it was through
Dont you think were insincere; the world has changed its point of view
We know we were to too coy, all acted so demure
Now this: the price we pay for being so unsure
Cause!
We still want, still want you, we want you, want you bad!
We still want, we still want you bad-boy, for you were our fave thrill!
We still want, still want you, we want you, want you bad!
We still want, we still want you bad, for you were our fun thrill, thrill, thriller
Oh, we are so, so all alone
When you left from our caress we said our sadness grew
We never before confessed, we guess you really never knew
We thought the times we had, was really ours to keep
Emotion twists and turn; the pain of it: always will run deep
Where are his love tunes that will never make it in the book?
If they can fill the empty ages, well its worth a second look
We thirst the touch of love that hides in Michaels fantasy
The kiss of his goodbye was never meant to be
Cause!
We still want, still want you, we want you, want you bad!
We still want, we still want you bad, for you were our big thriller!
We still want, still want you, we want you, want you bad!
We still want, we still want you bad, for you were our best thrill, thriller, thrill
We always will remember the times and your ever-changing lovely face
You let your love light shine; youve gone and let it go to waste
Don't want to be branded, seems no matter how, life can fool you
We all feel a so very stranded, It's as if you've always known
It's a question of what we want: we want you bad!
Cause!
We still want, still want you, we want you, want you bad!
We still want, we still want you boy bad, for you were our favorite thriller!
We still want, still want you, we want you, want you bad!
We still want, we still want you bad, for you were our fun thrill, thriller, thrilla
(c) 2010 David Wayne Clare Clairvoyant Music / BMI ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 7:46 AM UTC
the hairdresser used the wrong dye
your boyfriend dumped you for a guy
all you have left is shattered dreams
camera flash blinds you with its beams
missionaries bring word of an impending doom
your dog snuck in and broke your fave perfume
trying to grow your hair but you have split ends
the guy you've been eyeing wants to be just friends
your favorite jeans ripped and you don't have spares
you would ask for a friend's but nobody cares
you're late to work and you don't know why
you got scouted to model but you were suddenly too shy
you failed the pop quiz that everybody aced
you got mistaken for a celebrity and brutally chased
you dropped your wallet jogging around
you found it empty a week later in the lost and found
you forgot not to and picked a scab
your favorite uncle's stuck in rehab
your grandmother mistook you for her son
in reality you're female, and nowhere near fifty-one
you're a penny short but the cashier won't budge
your mother is still holding that 10-year grudge
what can you do, what can you say?
when all you have is first world problems, today.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
My son's a cereal killer.
I thought I raised him well.
He started chewing slowly
Now he's chomping like hell.
Froot Loops' his favorite victim.
Frooty Pebbles' a sucker too.
He takes them for a milky swim
Then kills them with a crunchy chew.
If his fave two are in hiding
And he's hungry for a ****
Tony The Tiger gets a grinding
And Honey Graham takes a spill.
His kills are wet and chilling.
His appetite's mean and insane
Cereality is his calling;
Cereal killing is his game..
~ P
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
I was waltzing to the jazz
Done everything, leaving no dash
Could see the diamonds
Glistening in my gaze
In bel air,
I was paralyzed with happiness
But the barque of past
Borne back to me
Ceaselessly carrying the mess
With desire that never rest
Thought I was living my best
With the old money vibe
As my facade fave
Then I heard thou name again
My heart bestrew asunder apace
And that moment I knew
I was melancholy stuck
In my old same dreary age.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
#ElNido
I found no water dripping from my hairtips
As I had that face-to-face look to my fave jeans.
Lost as when I did the transferring of feet,
I thought that departure was quite a break of heart.
The open window has sent me a bright invitation,
Sun's glaring but I never saw her fine reflection.
I felt the Air strolls through my skin
The taste of the floral serum enveloped by the sachet.
I had poured myself with the aquifer's liquor,
The remembrance of the search was over my psyche.
I could still feel the pain that excites my upper muscles
As I tried pushing and pulling to break the ground level.
Cuddling the old reversible jeans, he says I'm Free to Go,
I crowned my soul with an inner bliss and whispered to the Air.
My eyes were shut for a moment, but I was an alliance with them -
Of them whose not emptied yet ** revitalizes my potential**.
One boasts that the Light was completed,
The other has kept me envy his softening skills.
I never thought that there's still hope for dull flying-tips
But they simply say, "It's not the end of bad hair days."
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
I sit here and fade
Into the woodwork, I gaze
At the passing parade,
Studying people, always a fave,
Some standout in the crowd,
Interesting, people-watching allowed......
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
It's not debatable
We are meant to be
Indestructible
Talking you and me
Two peas in our pod
Grooving home alone
No, no, no don't you touch that telephone
After nuzzling comes the cuddling
I like you next to me
So glad you like the dark chocolate
Here's the milk with honey
Let's binge watch our new fave
You're all the company I could ever want
Thanks for loving me
We've battened up the hatches
The rain ain't coming in
We're in this for the long haul
Three day weekends are just right,
To hang out with my baby doll
Morning, noon and night.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
Once we were young,
Simple toys we had for fun,
An old stuffed dog was a fave,
A much loved toy, give her a wave,
No eyes, fur all rubbed off on she,
Oh, those old childhood memories,
Simple toys for my sisters and me,
We all made our own toy story,
Once we were all so young,
Guess we made our own kind of fun.....
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
Which position this time, who knows.
Who knows.....
Do you know?
Babe...You push me onto the
bed and move in behind me.
Pushing your pulsating "Shapes"
against my behind.
Teasing me....
Tempting me....
Making me....ting-alleeee...
Now...
You push harder against me....
To make me know how much you
want me.
You wrap one arm around
under my neck...
shoving your fingers into my mouth.
With your other hand you grab
firmly on my ***
Your breathing is heavier now...
My darling...
There is trembling when your moving..
I can always feel it when your
nearly there..
Which you and i both love to
hear so we share.
With each other vocally of course....
This is just number 2 of my fave positions of ***********
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC
Precious and Sweet.
Mysterious and neat.
You have my attention.
Amazing, did I mention?
Make you happy.
Feel Less ******
Bring a lot of love.
Caught my eye.
You’re beautiful Sky.
Deserve something great.
Not to feel any hate.
Cuddle and hug.
I feel like i bug.
I like you a lot.
we should give it a shot.
Bring you random gifts.
Never ever hit.
Talk to you every day.
Love you that way.
Let you be you.
Fights will be few.
You’re dark but you shine.
We should some day dine.
Have your fave meal.
And away the night steal.
See the moon in your eyes.
Light up like fireflies.
I want to know you.
Everything about you.
How you like your food.
to how you look **** (lol it rhymed haha)
No, you’re more than that.
Mind if we just sat?
Talked all night long.
Listened to our fave songs.
Held each others hands
Give each other a chance.
Love you like a king.
I’ll fix your broken wing.
I’ll hold onto your heart.
I won’t let you fall apart.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
Bordered by an old fashioned picture frame
A man, curiously familiar, moustached, astute
With a smiling bride, his eyes aflame
And a brown "The Spy Who Loved Me" suit
This was the first "real" connection with him
Displayed on my grandparents window shelf
Some how I knew I was missing a limb
Some how I knew I wasn't entirely myself
Patches of my memories dwell in clusters
perhaps I am mentally impaired.
I remember going to Ghost Busters
I remember being really scared.
Shaking inside trying to be brave
ashamed to being frightened of ghouls.
But that film soon became a fave
just as did playing snooker and pool.
I am aware that I have not let him know
that whist every time I have nearly drowned.
An island of him has rose from the flow
and let my two feet again find the ground.
Also, that as I have moulded myself into a man
he has been an integral aspect of my design.
Thanks to him I can have an extraordinary tan
I love a pun, good whisky and being on time.
So lets heartily toast the bygone days
now we can laugh about the happy and sad.
And let's swirl a whisky each others way
Because when all said and done, your my Dad.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
Sitting on the passenger's seat
While the radio is playing my fave song.
Street light reflects on his glass skin,
Our drive will not be that long.
I tried staring at him for a long time,
But he stares at me back.
I could not help but to giggle,
Making my heart flutter is his knack.
We stop somewhere near the shore,
I could hear the sound of the waves.
I walk in a distance to feel the cold breeze
Then he finally give me what I crave.
Fave song still playing back in my head
He grab my waist, preparing me to dance.
Under this moonlight and playful night sky,
Every stars knew this is my only chance.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
He is the sun
Where my world revolves around
He is the missing puzzle piece
The piece that I've found
He is the song on the radio
That I can't stop singing
He is the words my heart tell
The words my mouth can't speak
He is the truth
Behind my every lie
He is the wings
That make angels fly
He is the voice
I always want to hear
He is that person
I always want near
He is the color of the sky
When everything is bright
He is the glow of the moon
That gives light every night
He is the sound
Of the ocean waves
The song in my playlist
One of my fave
He is the sunshine
After the rain
The happiness
And the pain
He is the blush on my cheeks
The butterflies inside me
He is the smile on my lips
The one that got my heart
The boy who sings
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
It's okay not to be so rich.
It's okay not to be so pretty.
It's okay not to be so ****
It's okay not to be so smart.
It's okay not to have a beautiful hair.
It's okay not to be tall.
It's okay not to be cute.
It's okay not to be cool.
It's okay not to speak english fluently.
It's okay not to have many friends.
It's okay not to watch movies everyday.
It's okay not to travel around the world.
It's okay not to have many shoes & clothes.
It's okay not to own a car.
It's okay not to have a big house.
It's okay not to have a million.
It's okay not to be organized always.
It's okay not to have the latest iPhone.
It's okay not to sing & dance well.
It's okay not to have a gf/bf.
It's okay not to have your fave coffee everyday.
It's okay not to eat at the restaurant.
It's okay not to go to mall more often.
It's okay not to know stock market.
However, it's not okay not to fight for your dreams.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Who am I? You ask me
I'm the girl who drinks everyday
The one who overdoses on medicine
Takes pills for no reason
Finding new ways to hurt myself
Without bleeding of my skin
I'm a lonely, sensitive girl
I avoid people most of the time
But I have friends around
Talk about things that astound
I'm strange, they're strange
We're all pretty chill
I'm also the girl who hazes
4:20 AM/PM, that's my fave time
When I'm stressed, I take a hit
No way I'm throwing a fit
Especially when I'm high
Wanting to forget everything
That girl with many flaws
Just like any other teenager
Who could love an addict like me
I'm here, nowhere to flee
May there's someone out there
Who would love me no matter what
That's me, all in this one poem
You can stop reading here
It ain't going any further
Like killer committing ******
The poem ends here
Now I'll get my lighter; time to get high
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
Every night as I go to my bed
I'm somehow feeling a bit excited
For I'll be having a rest from a tiring day
In a soft cushion my back will lay
Be relaxed by the warmth of my blanket
Feel the tiredness as my eyes sink deeper in its socket
Plug in my earphones
To play random songs and enjoy its tones
Pick my fave stuffed toy and hug it
Feel better bit by bit
Shut my eyes and fall asleep
Live my fantasies that in my dreams I keep.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:24 AM UTC
Harry the Hippo was a circus fave
For 15 years on the center stage.
He delighted kids young and old
Balancing ***** on his oversized nose.
Year after year
Show after show
Harry delighted
with his big, whopping nose.
No one under the big top
could have guessed
What horrible thing
Would happen next
From the front of crowd,
in a colorful seat,
A blond haired boy
tossed Harry a treat
Harry chomped it down
and continued his act,
Then
Suddenly
Harry stopped,
And fell flat on his back
Harry rolled right
Harry rolled left
then
Harry died a
Painful...
choking...
death
The Ringleader called for the hippo doc
Who told him that Harry died from
Anaphyalactic shock
Brought on by a child’s
Peanut lollipop
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC