"gatz" poems - Hello Poetry

Gatsby, Gatsby, oh you protagonist young man; To work for a millionaire and be a soldier. To do criminal activity just for a single girl Who once did love you but never will again. With all your fabulous wealth and fame; In that mansion you live in filled with Goth Having lavishing parties on late Saturday nights; Not to mingle but to look, to look for her. Living in the West Egg with a distant view Of a lake in front to separate you and your love. Only a light of green to comfort your loneliness; With a friend as your only connection to them. You are the mysterious type of man that you are. A person whom no one knows where he is from, What he does in life or how he makes his fortune. But in reality you are from a farm in North Dakota. You are also a flawed, dishonest, and ****** man; Lie about your past and the name that people know. Left your farm life at age 17 to change who you were; Forgot your name as Jimmy Gatz to become Jay Gatsby. Jay Gatsby, Jimmy Gatz, you did this for your love; For the love you had for Miss Daisy Buchanan, for her. As a man, you were known to be extraordinary optimism; For you were determine to take your dream and make it a reality. The dream that you had of only you and her. A dream that was too far from reality; So far that it blinded you from true reality. This dream is what brought death upon you. For Jay Gatsby and Jimmy Gatz are one and the same. Both blinded by love for Miss Daisy Buchanan. Both determine to change their social status Both dreamt a dream that would not come true. But yet both denied the truth of themselves. For this brought the death and the heartache Of a father who knew so little of his only son. For a friend who truly knew nothing of him at all.

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC

mercintosh

Gatsby : The Man

Gatsby, Gatsby, oh you protagonist young man; To work for a millionaire and be a soldier. To do criminal activity just for a single girl Who once did love you but never will again. With all your fabulous wealth and fame; In that mansion you live in filled with Goth Having lavishing parties on late Saturday nights; Not to mingle but to look, to look for her. Living in the West Egg with a distant view Of a lake in front to separate you and your love. Only a light of green to comfort your loneliness; With a friend as your only connection to them. You are the mysterious type of man that you are. A person whom no one knows where he is from, What he does in life or how he makes his fortune. But in reality you are from a farm in North Dakota. You are also a flawed, dishonest, and ****** man; Lie about your past and the name that people know. Left your farm life at age 17 to change who you were; Forgot your name as Jimmy Gatz to become Jay Gatsby. Jay Gatsby, Jimmy Gatz, you did this for your love; For the love you had for Miss Daisy Buchanan, for her. As a man, you were known to be extraordinary optimism; For you were determine to take your dream and make it a reality. The dream that you had of only you and her. A dream that was too far from reality; So far that it blinded you from true reality. This dream is what brought death upon you. For Jay Gatsby and Jimmy Gatz are one and the same. Both blinded by love for Miss Daisy Buchanan. Both determine to change their social status Both dreamt a dream that would not come true. But yet both denied the truth of themselves. For this brought the death and the heartache Of a father who knew so little of his only son. For a friend who truly knew nothing of him at all.

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Now, I'm here to tell a story Bout some lessons learned shawty I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin We played da diss game, slaydum Not one a da crew, brought da game shame First, I dubbed myself Kang I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang Then coughed ma gural Sumpim She got da club thumpin Put her own style in da game, bra We still thuggin? Na! She first coughed a little gural princess Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress Took the crown, made her own success Her rhymes get the heart pumpim Much respect to me gural Somthin Next, little siss picked up the mike Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face She rhymed like a **** dresses in satin an lace Mad props out to my siss, Madison grace I was alone, like a stand a timber **** Forest on fire with Diein Ember Laid down rhymes so tight He'd have my back in any fight I gotta thank ma boyyy Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick Finally, swooped the dark Raven Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin Loyall to da shawtys Flyin like a bomber on sorties Droppin posers to der knees Makin succaass beg, brotha please To all ya all I got ta tell ya Would I do it again, hell ya Um movin on to a new gig Pull off my crown, plop on a wig To ya readers out dare got some advice Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!

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Jan 23, 2013

Jan 23, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC

chuck-1

Gangsta Poet III Thank You

Now, I'm here to tell a story Bout some lessons learned shawty I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin We played da diss game, slaydum Not one a da crew, brought da game shame First, I dubbed myself Kang I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang Then coughed ma gural Sumpim She got da club thumpin Put her own style in da game, bra We still thuggin? Na! She first coughed a little gural princess Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress Took the crown, made her own success Her rhymes get the heart pumpim Much respect to me gural Somthin Next, little siss picked up the mike Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face She rhymed like a **** dresses in satin an lace Mad props out to my siss, Madison grace I was alone, like a stand a timber **** Forest on fire with Diein Ember Laid down rhymes so tight He'd have my back in any fight I gotta thank ma boyyy Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick Finally, swooped the dark Raven Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin Loyall to da shawtys Flyin like a bomber on sorties Droppin posers to der knees Makin succaass beg, brotha please To all ya all I got ta tell ya Would I do it again, hell ya Um movin on to a new gig Pull off my crown, plop on a wig To ya readers out dare got some advice Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!

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You see the catz?? They be wack I spit like that chick Freda Gatz I got Empire that start fire Reachin' for theMessiah Gett the blessin' From Pac n Big Even Scarface gave me a bid Hardest in the pit Noshit My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick Flip it We livin good yall And ya never see me talk to the laws My fashion clean in a gangsta lean N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean Thats my gat fool Soul food for ya body fool Ya know rules Dont step out of line Unless u ready to fined uh They see through I feel my hood brothers Saying they need you Me im refering too I keep it street yall **** all these gay *** **** mayne Fools wearin' skirts Then claim they puttin' in work Soft as **** followin' gimmicks When i shed wisdom Everybody gettin lit Sunshine for yo mind Still puttin a middle finger to one time I stay in my grind I got no time For haters they only make me greater How can ya play me they cant slay me Im on top so cAN they stop me They were bullet proof vest I aim high for ya head notyo chest Gotta alot bones roll with thugs Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches Swang i On vogues sittin' on fours tippin' With the wood grain drippin' Hate them cuz they hate me Got my whole clique Backin' me In the industry they need real emcee Likeme ya see

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

They Need Me

You see the catz?? They be wack I spit like that chick Freda Gatz I got Empire that start fire Reachin' for theMessiah Gett the blessin' From Pac n Big Even Scarface gave me a bid Hardest in the pit Noshit My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick Flip it We livin good yall And ya never see me talk to the laws My fashion clean in a gangsta lean N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean Thats my gat fool Soul food for ya body fool Ya know rules Dont step out of line Unless u ready to fined uh They see through I feel my hood brothers Saying they need you Me im refering too I keep it street yall **** all these gay *** **** mayne Fools wearin' skirts Then claim they puttin' in work Soft as **** followin' gimmicks When i shed wisdom Everybody gettin lit Sunshine for yo mind Still puttin a middle finger to one time I stay in my grind I got no time For haters they only make me greater How can ya play me they cant slay me Im on top so cAN they stop me They were bullet proof vest I aim high for ya head notyo chest Gotta alot bones roll with thugs Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches Swang i On vogues sittin' on fours tippin' With the wood grain drippin' Hate them cuz they hate me Got my whole clique Backin' me In the industry they need real emcee Likeme ya see

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Looks like this cursed title falls to me I’m Gatsby At least, now I am Beer money inheritance Tighter than the rope round his neck It all falls to me, no glee Just a ****** musical rolling in my head I was a kid once Little more than a dunce Friends out of my league Hiding in leaves Beyond fields of bricks hidden by empty heads Falling asleep on desks It’s lazy education Low preparation The works of leaving kids stranded In a world they’ll never get Falling far of flat In terms of getting their hands on it Giving us all a pit Just weak little gnats Blood rain leaves us wet Once again, branded Who’d have guess high school never ends In this bad sandbox Sister never knew about him He was potential personified I always new, never said a word Terribly waiting for him to take the world Finish each loose end Understand depths beyond comprehension Could never really get how he worked Killed in the end, a waste more than gold Could have done so much Underestimated, self-made, the works Never really got how it worked Tell me now, how he died Never mind, I don't wanna know Throwing me inheritance Like the father figure I never had And certainly never deserved A few years older Always sticking out his neck Now a check? Miss me with that If I wasn't strapped It’d go to wreck Just like his house At the end of this mess Robbed beyond repair Silk robes in the furnace How did he earn this A man so earnest Now he’s in the sternest prison around In the grave, like a pound for a stray Waiting for the day One shot leads to release In such a permanent way This won’t lead into peace It will lead to more delete Lives hanging in the balance Bankrupt to the finest Capacity they could have imagined But now it’s all me Suits, colors, and all Just a puppet for the crew of the ****** Whispering to me through wrinkled polos Rolling through the power vacuum And I don’t know How quickly I’ll be booted Or how long I’ll hear his voice Bouncing around in the black water in the back of my mind

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Mar 28, 2019

Mar 28, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC

DL_Poet

Gatz

Looks like this cursed title falls to me I’m Gatsby At least, now I am Beer money inheritance Tighter than the rope round his neck It all falls to me, no glee Just a ****** musical rolling in my head I was a kid once Little more than a dunce Friends out of my league Hiding in leaves Beyond fields of bricks hidden by empty heads Falling asleep on desks It’s lazy education Low preparation The works of leaving kids stranded In a world they’ll never get Falling far of flat In terms of getting their hands on it Giving us all a pit Just weak little gnats Blood rain leaves us wet Once again, branded Who’d have guess high school never ends In this bad sandbox Sister never knew about him He was potential personified I always new, never said a word Terribly waiting for him to take the world Finish each loose end Understand depths beyond comprehension Could never really get how he worked Killed in the end, a waste more than gold Could have done so much Underestimated, self-made, the works Never really got how it worked Tell me now, how he died Never mind, I don't wanna know Throwing me inheritance Like the father figure I never had And certainly never deserved A few years older Always sticking out his neck Now a check? Miss me with that If I wasn't strapped It’d go to wreck Just like his house At the end of this mess Robbed beyond repair Silk robes in the furnace How did he earn this A man so earnest Now he’s in the sternest prison around In the grave, like a pound for a stray Waiting for the day One shot leads to release In such a permanent way This won’t lead into peace It will lead to more delete Lives hanging in the balance Bankrupt to the finest Capacity they could have imagined But now it’s all me Suits, colors, and all Just a puppet for the crew of the ****** Whispering to me through wrinkled polos Rolling through the power vacuum And I don’t know How quickly I’ll be booted Or how long I’ll hear his voice Bouncing around in the black water in the back of my mind

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you never called back. or maybe you did. but by that time, the water was emptied and my heart crumbled into a valley of ashes. i was done swimming in hope's shallow pool, which i knew would share in the pulse of a telephone ring, if it ever happened. and i still see your green light when i turn toward the dock, but i can see there is a light much brighter beyond it now, the yellow of the sun. to remind me that there is more than jazz, the emptiness of liquor left to disappear into heat and a girl with a voice full of money. someone once told me i was worth the whole **** bunch of you all put together. for the first time, i think i believe it.

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Oct 5, 2013

Oct 5, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC

flythevinyl

he goes by gatz now

you never called back. or maybe you did. but by that time, the water was emptied and my heart crumbled into a valley of ashes. i was done swimming in hope's shallow pool, which i knew would share in the pulse of a telephone ring, if it ever happened. and i still see your green light when i turn toward the dock, but i can see there is a light much brighter beyond it now, the yellow of the sun. to remind me that there is more than jazz, the emptiness of liquor left to disappear into heat and a girl with a voice full of money. someone once told me i was worth the whole **** bunch of you all put together. for the first time, i think i believe it.

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