"knucklehead" poems - Hello Poetry

I used to..feel all alone A King without a throne Insecurity sickness caught A kingdom of unruly thoughts I used to..think I was no good Just a knucklehead in tha hood Dealt pain for my gain Memories scar leaves a stain. I used to..wish for inner peace Within me is a beast Tame my soul under control The struggle will never cease.. I used to..want to die My soul asked me why I did not know..Its painful to grow My nature is to try.. I used to..I still do Go ahead label me a fool In the end myself I ***** My intentions are quite true...♏

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC

PoetryByMAN

I Used to...

I used to..feel all alone A King without a throne Insecurity sickness caught A kingdom of unruly thoughts I used to..think I was no good Just a knucklehead in tha hood Dealt pain for my gain Memories scar leaves a stain. I used to..wish for inner peace Within me is a beast Tame my soul under control The struggle will never cease.. I used to..want to die My soul asked me why I did not know..Its painful to grow My nature is to try.. I used to..I still do Go ahead label me a fool In the end myself I ***** My intentions are quite true...♏

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He is a bookworm humming marching tunes with a caribou. They smell the sky, hear the sand, see the bright red light with their tongues. Ed Ed the Knucklehead hides his hands in Ottawa. Ed never hid his hands, he revealed them for all to see. Splish-Splash, Splish-Splash, his webbed feet slap the tiled floor,tasting, tasting, tasting. Walking, walking, walking The foul-smelling wall of hunger screams empty codes at the freezing sun. "Calculus," whispers Ed, "I want more Calculus." The math will sneak by, he will feel its shadow; but not yet. Sour triangles whirling openly greet the visitors. Powerfully they mask their entrance embracing fraudulent identities. The caribou now speaks his truth, "Ani rotzeh tachtonim." Blindly the door opens and reveals all that the caribou desires stripes, rainbows, little flowers. Down the long pathway to nowhere.

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Feb 21, 2010

Feb 21, 2010 at 5:45 PM UTC

ellis-reyes

Travels With A Friend

He is a bookworm humming marching tunes with a caribou. They smell the sky, hear the sand, see the bright red light with their tongues. Ed Ed the Knucklehead hides his hands in Ottawa. Ed never hid his hands, he revealed them for all to see. Splish-Splash, Splish-Splash, his webbed feet slap the tiled floor,tasting, tasting, tasting. Walking, walking, walking The foul-smelling wall of hunger screams empty codes at the freezing sun. "Calculus," whispers Ed, "I want more Calculus." The math will sneak by, he will feel its shadow; but not yet. Sour triangles whirling openly greet the visitors. Powerfully they mask their entrance embracing fraudulent identities. The caribou now speaks his truth, "Ani rotzeh tachtonim." Blindly the door opens and reveals all that the caribou desires stripes, rainbows, little flowers. Down the long pathway to nowhere.

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Family Bound My Family means everything too me Got a brother in the Navy He's married got a beautiful wife too. He's enjoyin the beautiful sunsets in the city where Micky Cohen use to own. Got my other brother whos a gear head, a knucklehead, works on knuckle heads, and hes my knuckles too. Me and him use to get into it throw a little bruises around but **** has he made me proud went to the city where you can cook eggs on the sidewalk Pheonix. Went to school too work on bikes and now works at Harley.... this means for me free tee shirts and cool biker partys too go to hot women in leather pants and mean dudes with long goatees. My Mom shes a healer, a bible dealer, and the leader of a womens AA program but is married to a Ex-convict, Ex-felon, Ex-drug dealing, Ex-rapist I never understood why she goes for trying to heal men maybe it's because shes been trying to fix all of her 3 boys and thats the only way she knows how to love a man. Either way I love her too death and it'll be death if that man decides to lay a hand on her again... you'll see something that only Hades eyes have seen but enough about that loser... Unto my Old man. My pops hes a machine mechanic a use too be psychobath maniac tatted up with rough hands, palms always itching and eyes always looking out for his family. He once told me Jay " You Gotta Pay to Play" and those words have stuck with me for some reason for a long *** time. He always has these little one liners that just make ya get back to reality,wipe your nose clean, put your head up and stand up straight and get back to the money. So thats my blood thats what makes my heart beat everyday knowing that my family gots my back to succeed.

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May 29, 2013

May 29, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC

jam-rock

Blood is thicker then water

Family Bound My Family means everything too me Got a brother in the Navy He's married got a beautiful wife too. He's enjoyin the beautiful sunsets in the city where Micky Cohen use to own. Got my other brother whos a gear head, a knucklehead, works on knuckle heads, and hes my knuckles too. Me and him use to get into it throw a little bruises around but **** has he made me proud went to the city where you can cook eggs on the sidewalk Pheonix. Went to school too work on bikes and now works at Harley.... this means for me free tee shirts and cool biker partys too go to hot women in leather pants and mean dudes with long goatees. My Mom shes a healer, a bible dealer, and the leader of a womens AA program but is married to a Ex-convict, Ex-felon, Ex-drug dealing, Ex-rapist I never understood why she goes for trying to heal men maybe it's because shes been trying to fix all of her 3 boys and thats the only way she knows how to love a man. Either way I love her too death and it'll be death if that man decides to lay a hand on her again... you'll see something that only Hades eyes have seen but enough about that loser... Unto my Old man. My pops hes a machine mechanic a use too be psychobath maniac tatted up with rough hands, palms always itching and eyes always looking out for his family. He once told me Jay " You Gotta Pay to Play" and those words have stuck with me for some reason for a long *** time. He always has these little one liners that just make ya get back to reality,wipe your nose clean, put your head up and stand up straight and get back to the money. So thats my blood thats what makes my heart beat everyday knowing that my family gots my back to succeed.

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Sweets Return Wrap Boy, wouldn't cha know it, just when you think, you've got control, you think you understand the situation, then they make you dig, down, deep in your soul you think that you've been playin, the part of your life, and doing it so well, then you're called out on the carpet, something's not right here, it's a game called the shell What the hell, I'll try anything once, just got to keep an open, mind this time, you knucklehead, you big dunce, it's only rap, all you gotta do is rhyme the Queen was in her royal tower, she was just, doing her thing, you heard there was a power struggle, all about the money, all you hear is ka-ching I'll put my game face on, tar under my eyes, insert my mouthpiece, buckle my chinstrap, looks like it's going to go 10 rounds, now you're jammin, to the Sweets Return Wrap Gomer LePoet...

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Mar 12, 2010

Mar 12, 2010 at 3:49 AM UTC

david-nelson

Sweets Return Wrap

Sweets Return Wrap Boy, wouldn't cha know it, just when you think, you've got control, you think you understand the situation, then they make you dig, down, deep in your soul you think that you've been playin, the part of your life, and doing it so well, then you're called out on the carpet, something's not right here, it's a game called the shell What the hell, I'll try anything once, just got to keep an open, mind this time, you knucklehead, you big dunce, it's only rap, all you gotta do is rhyme the Queen was in her royal tower, she was just, doing her thing, you heard there was a power struggle, all about the money, all you hear is ka-ching I'll put my game face on, tar under my eyes, insert my mouthpiece, buckle my chinstrap, looks like it's going to go 10 rounds, now you're jammin, to the Sweets Return Wrap Gomer LePoet...

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My friend reminds me of summer He smells of fresh cut grass And clean air A mosaic Blue sky and clouds Wildflower meadows Cold running streams He is warm and musical Kind and funny But his eyes are sometimes sad He has the biggest heart And tries and strives to be and do So much for so many He often forgets to account for himself I think there is a hole Deep inside His heart seeks to fill And somedays he is lonely Even when he is not alone He gives the best hugs and tells the best jokes He is patient when I am an idiot Which sometimes is a lot He is kind when I am afraid Which happens more Than I like to admit He is just as mortal and vulnerable As anyone else He doesn’t hide from it It becomes his strength He stands boldly In the face of harsh challenges alone Like a superhero or maybe a myth Few men have the will to try It’s funny to watch The people scurry by him As if He is untouchable and unknowable Titles can be a cruel endowment For people with good hearts All I see When I look at him Creative passionate soul Big hearted Knucklehead Little boy Emperor king A man of complex nature A man of contrasts Light and dark and rainbow prisms Soul and funk and jazz A perfectly unique recipe For a man My friend

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC

BlueDreams

My Friend

My friend reminds me of summer He smells of fresh cut grass And clean air A mosaic Blue sky and clouds Wildflower meadows Cold running streams He is warm and musical Kind and funny But his eyes are sometimes sad He has the biggest heart And tries and strives to be and do So much for so many He often forgets to account for himself I think there is a hole Deep inside His heart seeks to fill And somedays he is lonely Even when he is not alone He gives the best hugs and tells the best jokes He is patient when I am an idiot Which sometimes is a lot He is kind when I am afraid Which happens more Than I like to admit He is just as mortal and vulnerable As anyone else He doesn’t hide from it It becomes his strength He stands boldly In the face of harsh challenges alone Like a superhero or maybe a myth Few men have the will to try It’s funny to watch The people scurry by him As if He is untouchable and unknowable Titles can be a cruel endowment For people with good hearts All I see When I look at him Creative passionate soul Big hearted Knucklehead Little boy Emperor king A man of complex nature A man of contrasts Light and dark and rainbow prisms Soul and funk and jazz A perfectly unique recipe For a man My friend

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i watch them browse the magazines wedding dresses *** hints fashion sips a celebrity scandal a celebrity beauty tip i watch them consume calories i see works about wars long past fantastic other lands lore of presidents long gone I wonder if immortality for deeds done warrants anything next to red carpet fashion i see Archie and that knucklehead crew I see Simpsons, Wolverine, passing times and somewhere I can see me and you wake up today go to sleep tonight there is no hunger go to sleep now, fool you have nothing to add

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Aug 13, 2014

Aug 13, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC

munnymunny

there is no hunger like none

i watch them browse the magazines wedding dresses *** hints fashion sips a celebrity scandal a celebrity beauty tip i watch them consume calories i see works about wars long past fantastic other lands lore of presidents long gone I wonder if immortality for deeds done warrants anything next to red carpet fashion i see Archie and that knucklehead crew I see Simpsons, Wolverine, passing times and somewhere I can see me and you wake up today go to sleep tonight there is no hunger go to sleep now, fool you have nothing to add

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Whats up knucklehead! Where have you been hiding? What transit did you take to get to 44th and Broadway? We found the petting zoo just fine without you, although the ***** in the Ballroom B Lounge had a few words to say about it. In case you were wondering, Kat and Marissa picked up a shuttle and then onto a cab that later found a flat on the parkway. Yea, they were ****** but made it just the same. Pops called again and asked about the drinking thing, I covered for you and said you be home by sunset. Whats up knucklehead, Where you been hiding?

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC

CLStewart

Skippy

Whats up knucklehead! Where have you been hiding? What transit did you take to get to 44th and Broadway? We found the petting zoo just fine without you, although the ***** in the Ballroom B Lounge had a few words to say about it. In case you were wondering, Kat and Marissa picked up a shuttle and then onto a cab that later found a flat on the parkway. Yea, they were ****** but made it just the same. Pops called again and asked about the drinking thing, I covered for you and said you be home by sunset. Whats up knucklehead, Where you been hiding?

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