"motha" poems
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.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
I hate things that creep, crawl, slither, and sting. But of all these, I hate spiders the most. Why? Because they’re just all … they’re all YUCK! That’s why.
Spiders are one of the worst kinds of insects (arachnids but whatever) because they are the only kind that purposely tries to **** with you. See, unlike ants, or caterpillars, or even nasty-old silverfish, spiders don’t care whether or not you know they’re there. These monsters don’t bother to hide from you. Nah, they’re all like, “I know you see me motha’ ***** and I know you ain’t gonna do nothin’ ‘bout it ‘cause you know I’ma just go **** and end up in yo shirt!”
One of the most common things that people who aren’t afraid of spiders say is this: “Kevin, you shouldn’t **** spiders.”
Me: “Why not?”
Them: “Because they eat other bugs.”
I think what people don’t realize is that … I don’t care! So what if spiders eat other bugs? I’d rather have the other bugs than have those god-awful things creeping around my house. Whenever someone reminds me that spiders eat other bugs, I honestly wish I had the power to communicate with insects, because as far as I’m concerned we have a common enemy. I would join forces with the flies and ants or whatever to **** every single spider in my house. Then I would betray my new friends and **** them too. Case solved.
But, as I think about it, it’s not just spiders that people tell me not to **** because they “eat other bugs.” Now that I think about it, every single thing that “eats other bugs” is also ten times more ******* scary than the things they’re supposed to be killing.
Have you guys ever seen a “house spider” sometimes called a “house centipede"? If not, google it right now. That’s the kinda’ thing people tell you not to **** because it eats the other bugs. But just looking at its picture I’m like “holy **** I’ll take a few mosquitoes over that **** any day!”
See, what people don’t realize is that I don’t hate spiders just for the sake of hating them. I hate them because when I see one I want to burn my house down and have it rebuilt from scratch. If I fail to **** a spider and the thing runs off, I will not sleep until my target has been apprehended and killed. I will literally sit near the spot it disappeared to with a flashlight and a can of windex until it returns to face its crime of entering my room.
O.o yep.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
Man becomes woman woman becomes man
headline dictation that makes you understand
but what's this? The scene goes beyond extremes,
the black/white photograph is of color underneath.
But **** me, I'm being erratic. I'm standing on tables
shouting so your disdain's automatic. What's up with
this new fad? Uhmurika never had it this bad. We have
a literal metric ton of whining millennials wanting to be
special snowflakes. Man, who could take all of this social
pressure? Being held accountable for a miserable, literal lack
of knowledge about the world around us? Man, definitely not
for me. But seriously, bro, did you get your **** cut off? What's
up bro, **** you get your **** sewn on? That ******* ***** lacks
a ****** That motha ***** lacks the design that gives him a similar
package when his blood pressure rises. Don't talk to me about feelings
before you've had the operation -- because before you've done that step
it's better if you don't implore my empathy or patience because you're
just not real, I won't feel the weight of your complaints and frustrations.
Matter of fact, for you, ess jay dub, my emotional core's on vacation.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
Discourse is not for me.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
How do you prefer to ***
Is it this hard to admit to your audience there's something else outside
yourself? I can see how defining the lines with alacrity makes it easier
to breathe the air you breathe to stay alive. It must be nice to stand tall
and be you and not have to bray declarations of self to stay confident
and true to the compass. Walking is all it ever takes you yet when I say,
"Actually [...]" it's enough to make you think it's me getting in your face
with another liberal lecture, but I'm just keeping real straightforward
about which terms I prefer in our vernacular. Shut up, you **** up, we
advocate for your finish, only requiring you fit into our premise.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
Discourse is just not for me.
Leave me alone with your dialogue.
How do you prefer to ***
I just think it's best to have some canned material
in case you need it.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Bad as a ***** *****
Bas as a ***** *****
Flapjack rippin up tracks
Call the conductor
Oh wait that’s me
You need training
Wheel’s on the track
Traction that you stuck under
N never wonder who is coming with the blunderbuss
All up in yo face, one shot n you under us
Ain’t wonderous?
****** up a couple plastics, pause, chill, kickback
Smoke a couple blunts
M to the A G, N to the Ificient
Life’s nice isn’t it?
That is, if ya got a little life light to lighten up those, like,
Way heavy dark instances.
And I don’t give a **** what you’re inference is
Psh, this ***** tryna tell me what the difference is
I thought it was obvious
I am, they are not the ****
Now we all got a nervous system
But that don’t explain why you’re so nervous mister
I done chained two chains up by his whiskers
Gave away his dummy money needed hunny ****** his sister
It’s the
Little Rapscallion
****** up your fleet, better bring the whole battalion
And I rap stallions, you stickin to the stable
Fables of your ladies n your many medalions
**** I’m goin off in this motha *****
Tossin these ***** fuckas wall to wall
Knockin bricks out with a fist pound
So get out n stand back, take notes, watch it fall
I’m bach with ***** don’t matter what your speed
I can clock em all, No cops involved, knock knock knock knock
Lock down drop top n ball
I’m all tweaked up n ***** you bound to stall
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
poisoned well of the antichrist littered with ground cover
picking out ****** flecks of gravel
blacktop kneeskin
patience pieces of scattered space time
to go back to the future of continuity
lack of genius ingenuity
and the suckling of the pig entourage
riding in a flat top hatchback
cadillac of the daily grind
upperclassman japan onii-chan
brother in arms from anotha motha
hug from afar colliding with crackpot theory
terrible fantasia cooling bricks in soggy sun
swallowed his pride with a glass of self-worth
and these ***** don't cook like they used to
I don't look like I used to
warped veil of camouflage chameleon leather
with a ****** level of automobile salesman
tried to get closer to god
ground him up, picked out the stems
twisted him into thin paper
touched flame to his finger tip and a son of Adam was born
gum shoe gaze
or the emptiness felt at the end of reasonable doubt
correctional text messaging system
sent from hoarse corpses
tenderly poignant in their ****** coffins
will think for food
cries from an outdated MENSA
over ***** and under-appreciated
siting on hunched shoulders to get a better look
to be a martian in a plain port
wharf warehouse whaling boat
red tide in a Shanghai **********
floodgates made of bitter premise
that last bit of purple yam
**** Okonkwo
Things Fall Apart fell apart due to faded highschool ambitions and bloodshot eyes
cruel like the shade of off-cerulean
champagne fizz tickles at the soft meat of his tarnished throat
and silver tongue
as the matchstick framework
so fragile in comparison
fizzles out on drenched sidewalk
while cigarette ash floats by
like gray gnats
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
******* ant **** and daey ant say nufn i hunt them motha fukahs till they cant saey nuthin ahahhahahahahahahaha dont be a hater ******* kaey!!!! top dogg right herrrr tee ce owt homie.....
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
And we all shine on.
The thorn of love that is invisible to strangers.
Here comes the husband’s attitude again. Pass with Care.
Here comes the husband’s paycheck again. Pass with Care.
And here we have the husband’s mistress again. And she passed with care.
Now, we have this baby girl. One more piece for the puzzle-family:
“And you know I ain’t never want no half nothing in my family.
My whole family is half. Everybody got different fathers and mothers.”
Sacrifice, Mama. Ain’t that what it’s all about?
Rose. Rose. The one who is already risen.
When you banished him from your bed, did he contort his frame
and slug his way toward the door,
continued down the hallway
and down the stairs
to leech away the ghost of that emotion that Tallahassee-big-hipped-girl gave him?
Give your daughter, now, the hungry fatigue that you had to acquire. Pass with care.
And now you stand with this goblet in your arms.
Goblet of light. Golden flower in your heart and in your brain. This baby girl --
Breather of the goodness in the world.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
**I ain't gots no words for you,
none you can take with you as you turn & walk out my life,
but while you be on ya way
how about you tell me
how is it
you expect me to
give up my life & watch my heart bleed,
laid on the ground
stomped on & mashed
in to tiny little pieces?
I ain't gots no words for you,
none to boost your manly ego
so you can strut
strut like a ********
two legged jack-assed' peacock,
but how about you tell me
why you're a liar & think to get mad
when I don't believe you
& even more upset- I'd say ****** off
now that I no longer trust your action
or whatever it is you
be yapping about
these days
but member
I ain't gots no words
not for you
or your misogynistic bull
on how
I'm pose to cook, clean & never voice a need,
want or desires
long as
I birth your hate and give into your twisted commands.**
**Hell Naw!!!
I ain't gots no words for you,
not when your
fist- I've tasted as it collided with my lips,
guessing for me a lovers kiss
was dismissive & none of me got your affection
Not when you've given all you had & shut *****
was the only thing you had left to me
Nor
when I'm down in
womb-like form
holding my knees to chest
while
your standing slightly bent
over me
talking bout
say another ************ word
your
hand's balled up
cocked back
ready to strike
I ain't have no words then for you
cuz'
you nearly choked out my life
I ain't gots no words for you,
I ain't gots no words for you,
I
just
ain't gots no words for you,
not when you,
when you,
you
Say falsely you "love" me
& I longing for just this fall prey once more
as
I let you
climb in bed & hold me,
spread wide my legs
*Ooo mmmmm
mmmm aahh oooo*
** I know I'm living in your lies
Your My demise. **
**This life's fading
from my view
which is why **
I ain't gots no words for you
(Cuz' finally-You killed me.)
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Naw motha fkka I
Ain't hot ****
Ain't pompous
Knock nitty gritty
With ****** up kids
I got uh
E mergency
Kit put together
With pipe and tape
From the basement
You need gum
Paperclips
Got a leak
Motha fkkn leaking
Unstable, collect
N assemble new
You wit half ya
Bodyweight in staples
BMI justified
With baggage n
Fix its
It's only a problem
When ya round
Motha fkka I
Ain't hot ****
But I'm one
Of the most torn
Up turned up
******* in the pound
Bombastic sensations
Comin from all sides
A ******
No hater
Trouble you
Trouble me
What's it gonna be?
Depends on your visage
**** I could turn it off
N I do do on occasion
If ya kickin without
The free body vibes
I visit, permission
Can't be a thing
I do wut I want when
I do cause I trust me
You r basic n
Chastened n rope
N chains to the brain
Stuck on level
Seth ***** said
In time you lay stone
Work hurt sometimes
You must crumble
Breakin down
The mortar with
Nightshade in
Spray as pesticide
For the vines tangling
Strangling your
Home, it's unknown
If I gonna grow in
The right way but
I trust me so if
I'm so grown I outgrow
Then I gotta go
No hate
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Everyday i'm gettin' Worse
I can feel it flowin
through my veins
its like a curse eating
my soul everyday.
People treat me low everywhere I go
sarcastic motha%#$$@@ where ever I go
My grades so low
I feel so slow
I study and understand yet nothin happens.
I feel so weak so left behind.
I try to compensate for the wrong i've done
I feel so velnerable I don't feel better the next day
I feel...........WORST
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
ugh im bored again and now i have to read
instead i plug up the 360
and there are hundreds of fools online that i am about to beat
BOOM! goes a frag grenade
im dead and now i have to wait
-this is the time that i stop to think
this game is about who see's who first
shoot that motha ***** down
and make em eat the dirt
but this universe is limited to the power of the mind
so i ask the great mirror
to inform me
a tickle or a feeling
when someone on this planet has saw me
so i can turn around
and duck
and take em out
a steady three round burst
his body takes the rounds
and its energy is now inert
a new ability i have found
im not sure how
but i -magine
that there is an electrical signal set off by a person
sent into the network that we all were born in
I let myself be open to its broadcast
and i turn around and put em on his ***
Counter Strike
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
Thee **** yout; no wisdom, no respect...
Tink they're so boombastic, wait and see...
See a raggamuffin, on da street...
Hood up, knife out...
Some **** reggae fools, dis lot...
Tink they can slosh sum' boomba clot...
Me tink NOT!
Not my yout, not my child.
Little Jaco is ten now.
He's a real blessed dude.
He knows his manners,
And he's clean as shween too.
Can't wait a day longer.
Want me yout to be grown.
Want to fly, get high,
And ease up, once we've flown.
Me yout's like me brodda.
Has the face of his motha.
***All I want is for him to be old enough,
So that we can both smoke ****** together.***
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Just want a cool C
but what does it mean
Don’t really care
just want that baller flare
that mysterious persona
the one where people get curious and stare
from 50 yards away
"you ******* creepers" I will say
then flash my balls,
who cares about stupid laws.
I'll act like I'm more important than *********** Santa Clause
all from a little letter by my name
give me the confidence C,
to walk through the fire and flames!
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
My best friends name is Lindsay
We like to go and dance
I specialize in the drunken techno prance
Dancing to la la la la la/ la la la la la/ la de da da da
A random guys says and I quote, "Shake what you mamma give ya!"
That's so funny ****
And makes you want to do anything but sit!
We got to go in VIP- up above
DJ Caffeine was up there and the captain of love
He lives to say "make some noise motha fucka's" A LOT
He can't think of anything else to say when put on the spot
Loverboy is a very ugly guy
When you look at him it makes you want to cry!
The girls in the thong contest were *****
but they bared all on stage, which took some guts
The place was surrounded with Russians and Hicks,
But I did learn some new glow stick tricks!
Lindsay had three...and was almost gone...
Like a switch it turned dance mode on!
The drink of choice was *** On The Beach
But that ugly guy was such a leech
That guy was such a bisnatch
That was all up in my motha f'n bis-nass
We owned the stage for half the show
surrounded by objects that glow
"Mind distortion was the name of the thing,
And when we left Lindsay got asked to be a model for a magazine!
She said all she wants to do is sleep
Cuz the guy kinda looked like a creep
So we went back to Jamie's apartment and slept on the floor
up eight hours later and out the door
We decided to go shopping,
But once we started we felt like dropping
Me,Merri Lindsay and Jimb went to a party when we got home
I got really drunk, and really ******
I got to talk to a lot of people I hadn't seen in a while;
I was so happy all I did was SMILE
Lindsay was sad, so I hugged her a lot
It seemed like the right thing to do at that stroke of the clock!
Jesse's dad came out in his whity tighties and said "f'n leave!"
That was the funniest moment of the night, I do believe!
Tim had a party too, but nobody went
By the time we left Lowell, we were all spent
So our weekend turned out to be really fun
And now I think this poem is done!
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
What a gurl suppose to do? When everyone expect us to puts on the makeup, to be the corner store *** to pretend like we happy
All da time being da motha, da sista, da daughter, the one
Who make everybody happy.
Everyone depend on us. We are beautiful woman! We strong,
And if man Kant treat us right. God kan! God betta den man.
God made man.
I'm made by god
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
The smell of the night make the feelings come fast
Cup full of dels bring the memories back
Im chillin and trippin
Your touch i am missin
Up under these stars my soul found a new mission
Ive already submitted myself to submission
I text you i call you
You bring no response
What the **** happend?
Are memories lost?
Did you forget who brought you up off the falls?
Made you feel happy
And after it all
You said you"d love me till death due us part
Yet im still relapsing
While you party hard
You said together we'd conquer it all
You were the one that made me so strong
**** you
I miss you
Back at it again
Caught in the feels that were all just pretend
Why can't you see that this is my end?
Without you i cant seem to find who i am
A lonely boy walking under these stars
Pretending that you still were
(Pause)
who you are (pause)
But you're not.
You're gone.
And i'm still motha ****** here.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
*Edging ************ : Refers to ****** stimulation, especially of one's own genitals, and often to the point of ****** which is performed manually; by other types of ****** contact (except for ****** *********** by objects or tools (or *** toys), or by some combination of these methods.
Also see definition of Edging at Www.Orgasmedging.com.*
I'm ready to nut.
An hour before dismissal from this dismal
paycheck to paycheck
every few minutes looking up at the clock
not ticking fast enough
J.O.B.
wishing for an emergency
to relieve me - early enough
before the bank closes...
money is burning in my pocket
as well as the rising tide
the eminent swell and wave-curling
rocket... fueled
by the constant rubbing against my thigh
'cuz you know a brotha (from a flip motha)
goes commando
although a fetish for underwear
on the bottom
dresser
drawer, hides a collection
g-strings, jocks, and leather...
just in case of a turn
in the weather...
I'm ready to nut
cocoa-nut sized milk pools
until my insides are outside
and my eyes pop
slinky boppin' tool
flacid from receding tides
sensational libation without licking shots
drunk on release
stuck in my seat, and naked
sweaty celophane skin
sunk in a orgasms' rut
like i said
I'm ready to nut...
The clock is cruel to conspire
against an innocent man's need to perspire...
to reach heaven here
earth heavy with flesh & gravity
not near like hunger - this is a deeper desire
thirsty carnality like a lion's snarling
roars from depravity
I'm ready to get the-fuck-out of dodge
I'm craving for more than a simple squirt of my ***
I'm ready to nut
is it wrong to pray for this
to God??
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
what I got for mother day
Ah What I got on yet another Mom Day
some air and some imagination, hopeful wishes at bay.
some invisible, un -acknowlege_ables, some written unperson-ables.
A happy M day not much else to say..
As If i am some kind of..
Never there fa you kinda motha/mutha.
Don't do nothing fa ya Kinda motha..
Trifling otha kinda, something or other type motha..
What I did get and have is.....the spirit of let down.
A gift of no consideration.
A quiet shadow of you ain't that important or relevant.
The failed chance to say oh you shouldn't have's.
The missed moments of awe how sweet of you's.
The crumbs of no gratitude, from self absorbed tudes.
And a simple say anything I'd come off as rude.
I'm unseen, unheard, seen as old fashioned old school old ways.
Blinded shades, wisdom ignored, prayers stayed, unappreciated days.
Thanks for the little tab bits of invisible cards...hmm really
Thanks for the symbolic s of traditional materials,..untouchables
Those just tryna say I lov ya so's...(walkin in them shoes)
The absence of it can at times pain the soul.
Never one to ASK FOR MONEY OR GIFTS...Do I! wee bits..
By surprise be nice to discover how It'd feel to get the what ifs.
To be given the unexpected gift, how heaviness might lift.
How solemness n sadness may suddenly shift.
It's not the material of a gift,, It's the showing of
heartfelt bliss. Spiritual Uplift.
I sit and it makes me recall..the six times, six souls, six plights..
To sow, to plant, to till the ground,
to labor, to sacrifice, to pray during those daily fights.
To feed, to nurture, to yearly grow.
Unselfishly..regardless of the needs of me.
By Grace of mercy heavens kept me.
So I can be..still Mommie, unperfectly.
Happy Momma Day 2Me...
@S.A.M _H.E.R/POETRY_2020
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 8:14 AM UTC
Its the hottest night of summer
they say record breaking highs
run down joint filled up
and not one of us dry
playin hard blues electric
got us all in a trance
this band cant be stopped
not a choice but to dance
now thats when i saw her
fine *** lisa brown
if the band cast a spell
then she channeled that sound
and if you aint heard
shes a legend round town
once broke a mans neck
just walkin around
calling me over
as the bass picks up pace
a squint and a smile
without thought i give chase
eyes trained on my prize
on the hunt like a hound
better stay out my way
or ill run yo *** down
just when i reach her
aint no time for words
she takes my hand
and shows off her curves
her hips sway freely
to the bands slow soul
losing my mind in her grind
i tell her lets go
we open the door
and there stands her man
badge on his chest
and a bat in his hand
boys at his back
too many to fight
but he calls her a *****
so i send him my right
blood from my mouth
and a bruise on my core
i reach in my pocket
and pull my shiny.44
With a shot in the air
the whole bar panics
we make our escape
and speed off in my caddy
in the morning they caught me
spent a few years in jail
all those letters from lisa
helped me survive in that hell
sometimes people ask me
"was she worth all that time?"
I just look em in the eye and say
"EVERY MOTHA ****** NIGHT!"
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC