"phozi" poems
megacreative poetry crew personified by poetic devices (we the best exploring poetry industry) Words that doesn't sound strange to any ear, words that can be called one poem heals all.
Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices) Rocking back n fourth whining side to side into the bigger picture of literature as big as the important use of rhymes in a poem brews and cooks magic.
The magic that is the ear bud to your ears.
The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
Just as we play around the pages with a pen its the first stage to one's life changing, but as we spit words Personified by poetic devices Rocking back n fourth , whining side to side one is healed. Megacreative Poetry Crew (personified by poetic devices)
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices)
☆Poem by Phozi Poetic Skinny Bae himself
• O botse Shame O swana le Benz •
in Front, of My eyes She is Like a Mercedes-Benz, so Beautiful you can see God Took his Time, before she was Born, She found me all alone, Now her number is stored in My Nokia Phone,
So Good Looking that you could Bet, She is an Angel, She turns me on From Every Angle, She makes it hard and prevent it to Dangle, and I wish I could wear hers like a Bangle,
On Top' Of Her League. She is... .. .
my Mind. When I Look at her, is What, She Please, her Looks tease, a Woman Healthy Like Green Trees, at first sight She gave me Brain Freeze, at Night Like a Knight I was on my Knees, already Forgot about my Fees, Praying to God to "Please" Undress her and Give me a Chance to Please... [her]
Black Like a Butterfly from the Mountains, Making my saliva flow like the Fountains, because I have a solid wish to Make her Mine, Make the Years Nine, Because her Response was a Sign, That she is ready to submit it all to me, Give it all to me, and Bare it all to me,
Dineo Phomolo Seshohli gal O botse Shame O swana le Benz. She act Like she knows she was meant for me, Like she was sent for me, She is a Perfect Match, I Thought to Get her was Going to be a Difficult Match, Seems like she had NO time to let me pass, Till I Pass away from Stress in the Streets of Love, she set me free exactly like a dove, Like she was sent to me by the one above,
I am in Love, Dived in naked Like I am from Hell, with a wish to give her a TJ, That is a Tongue Job, till she Drips, and Overflow with all the right juices for that moment,
She is one of my kind, Now as I write this, She is stuck at the back of my Mind, The time has went, when we meet, I wish, I can rewind, because that is the day I felt different, From feeling transparent, to feeling solid, hard, handsome and spoiled,
If she is the devil my soul is sold till we die or grow old, our Love will still be bold, while walking hand in hand in the peaceful road,
I want to have her in a Good way. O botse Shame O swana le Benz.
Dedication: Phomolo Seshohli
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
UP ON A CHASE by PHOLOHANA SELLO VINCENT (PHOZI POETIC SKINNY BAE)
Right in Front of Realty's Face, I Vanish With Speed Leaving Behind No Vivid Trace, Just to ace, Whatever Task is Handed, The way I Do it, You Might Bet The Suspect is Apprehended,
I act Like a Cop, Whenever Tasked With a Task, I unveil My Mask, "JUST DO IT" and Don't ask, With Passion, I am NOT in Fashion But WINNING is my Style, Haven't Tasted That Drug For a While, it Looks Like Now My Losses Want To Pile,
I Am Out, Up, and Back On a Chase in This Death Race, With a Wish to Catch a Bigger Fish, With my Bare Hands, Still Friendly and Alone, with NO Friends, With a Sole Vision to Catch Up With My Dreams Near Success Streams so That I can Drown in Them And Come Back Through The Process Of Rebirth On Earth To Take What is Rightfully Mine, as if I Mine!!!
I am in This Vicious Chase, On a Come Back, To Climb The Steep, Live With NO Sleep Just to Keep My Promise, That I Will Win At The End, Even Though I Am Making a Mend, Reconciling My Old Habit With The New, In Order To Eliminate Problems Until They Are Few,
On The Chase, Allover Reality's Face, Vanishing Leaving No Trace, With A Sole Wish To Get That Trophy, To Get That Emblem, And Not Be The One To Blame When **** Bounce Back After Hitting The Fan, I Am Out Here During The Day in The Darkness Of Life, Walking Tall Like a Highness, Exercising My Kindness To Get Nearer To The Money So I Can Spend Wisely,
With A Sole Wish To Feed And Look After The Hungry, I Am Not Angry I Have Got Happiness Overflowing, Oozing Out Of Me, Because I Know, That I Am Ready To Take This, Break This And Watch This, as I Climb The Ladder Of Success On The Chase, With No Case, Clean Like A Baby Born Yesterday, With A Sole Wish To Conquer Whenever I Get There,
I Am Up, On a Chase... .. .
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
megacreative poetry crew personified by poetic devices (we the best exploring poetry industry) Words that doesn't sound strange to any ear, words that can be called one poem heals all.
Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices) Rocking back n fourth whining side to side into the bigger picture of literature as big as the important use of rhymes in a poem brews and cooks magic.
The magic that is the ear bud to your ears.
The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
Just as we play around the pages with a pen its the first stage to one's life changing, but as we spit words Personified by poetic devices Rocking back n fourth , whining side to side one is healed. Megacreative Poetry Crew (personified by poetic devices)
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC