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"rnb" poems
I used to put these headphones on. And at once, the whole world was gone And the music did no wrong Till I found myself doin’ it all day long. But I still kept these headphones on Because my headset drowned my strife, Cut through it like a knife, Till I was bound to the music for all my life. I used to sit in earnest at my computer chair ITunes and my iPod in hand as I prepare Another playlist. Indecisive between hip-hop and RnB While I let humanity’s problems sit on a wait-list. But I just left these headphones on. Not a care or thought about global pollution Amidst our world’s confusion All signs pointing to a troubled conclusion, But yet, me and my headphones ignore the solutions. Why? Because music forever plays, That even when solutions were raised, I just sat there… As the environment died everyday. Because all I did was listen to these headphones. As I laid awake in my bed, Nothing running through my head, Except music, And I felt alive listening to the words that was said When in reality Inside I was dead But I still left these headphones in So I can block out my parent’s groans when I know that I have disappointed them Maybe I’m just missing the point again. And all the while my dads fist connecting with the door As he has always done before, in the past Choosing to ignore, with music full blast I found myself more and more detached. Not only my parents, but even the politicians are itchin’ To get me to listen, Hopin and wishin that This generation would eventually find its ambition. I used to think that iTunes could do no wrong. And that it was all I ever needed Because all it was to me was a program full of songs But I didn’t like where my life was headed. And god it’s amazing, the word iTunes. Such a fitting name Because I tuned my friends out And there is no one else to blame As I tuned my parents out Our relationship will never be the same As I tuned the world out Now look at who I became. So now I’m taking these headphones off. Because I don’t want to stay connected Acting like I was totally unaffected When in fact, the world around me I neglected So I’ll change, No longer will these headphones hold the reins I am cutting off all of my chains And I know a life ahead of me still remains That without these headphones, There is so much more to gain.
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC
Headphones
I used to put these headphones on. And at once, the whole world was gone And the music did no wrong Till I found myself doin’ it all day long. But I still kept these headphones on Because my headset drowned my strife, Cut through it like a knife, Till I was bound to the music for all my life. I used to sit in earnest at my computer chair ITunes and my iPod in hand as I prepare Another playlist. Indecisive between hip-hop and RnB While I let humanity’s problems sit on a wait-list. But I just left these headphones on. Not a care or thought about global pollution Amidst our world’s confusion All signs pointing to a troubled conclusion, But yet, me and my headphones ignore the solutions. Why? Because music forever plays, That even when solutions were raised, I just sat there… As the environment died everyday. Because all I did was listen to these headphones. As I laid awake in my bed, Nothing running through my head, Except music, And I felt alive listening to the words that was said When in reality Inside I was dead But I still left these headphones in So I can block out my parent’s groans when I know that I have disappointed them Maybe I’m just missing the point again. And all the while my dads fist connecting with the door As he has always done before, in the past Choosing to ignore, with music full blast I found myself more and more detached. Not only my parents, but even the politicians are itchin’ To get me to listen, Hopin and wishin that This generation would eventually find its ambition. I used to think that iTunes could do no wrong. And that it was all I ever needed Because all it was to me was a program full of songs But I didn’t like where my life was headed. And god it’s amazing, the word iTunes. Such a fitting name Because I tuned my friends out And there is no one else to blame As I tuned my parents out Our relationship will never be the same As I tuned the world out Now look at who I became. So now I’m taking these headphones off. Because I don’t want to stay connected Acting like I was totally unaffected When in fact, the world around me I neglected So I’ll change, No longer will these headphones hold the reins I am cutting off all of my chains And I know a life ahead of me still remains That without these headphones, There is so much more to gain.
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We steadily crept up the emotional ladder together. We went from human beings to acquaintances to a more serious matter. We had break ups and make ups and problems that plagued us. And if one didn’t pick up then the other would text "Wake up!" We've been un-together for a while but I'm still infatuated. I still write her love poems and trip on each man she's dated. Man, I know I sound over rated. I can't even think about what she thinks of me. I recognize that father time hasn’t been good to me. And recently I realized that, by this time, her hands are probably clean of me. Man I'm trippin' and I feel like a wreck! I make the Titanic look like that pussycat in Shrek. I still remember the time when my heart used to beat, Like a sweet mellow beat mixed with soulful RnB. She was definitely a queen and that made me a king But my queen went to another and that makes me just another brother. Now please don’t think that in her choice she was wrong. I admit I was terrible and hard to get along… with. We're closing in on our Anti-versary. I hope she's doing well and that she doesn’t want to ****** me. God I'd do anything to feel her touch. Just one small slap, I'm not asking for much. I just miss her… A word from this Poet, who has loved and lost his girl. Who has loved and lost the one who forever changed his world. If you should ever be so blessed… If you should ever be so blessed as to find that one dime, That makes you change your mind or inclines you to write a rhyme, Then don’t let her get away! Because everyday it gets harder and harder to connect with one another. And there will come a day when we all give up and say, "Why bother?" Some say, "Why waste time searching for one person when I can get it on with ten?" My reply is, "You'll get it on, but after that, what then?" "What then?"...
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Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
~RESOLUTION~
We steadily crept up the emotional ladder together. We went from human beings to acquaintances to a more serious matter. We had break ups and make ups and problems that plagued us. And if one didn’t pick up then the other would text "Wake up!" We've been un-together for a while but I'm still infatuated. I still write her love poems and trip on each man she's dated. Man, I know I sound over rated. I can't even think about what she thinks of me. I recognize that father time hasn’t been good to me. And recently I realized that, by this time, her hands are probably clean of me. Man I'm trippin' and I feel like a wreck! I make the Titanic look like that pussycat in Shrek. I still remember the time when my heart used to beat, Like a sweet mellow beat mixed with soulful RnB. She was definitely a queen and that made me a king But my queen went to another and that makes me just another brother. Now please don’t think that in her choice she was wrong. I admit I was terrible and hard to get along… with. We're closing in on our Anti-versary. I hope she's doing well and that she doesn’t want to ****** me. God I'd do anything to feel her touch. Just one small slap, I'm not asking for much. I just miss her… A word from this Poet, who has loved and lost his girl. Who has loved and lost the one who forever changed his world. If you should ever be so blessed… If you should ever be so blessed as to find that one dime, That makes you change your mind or inclines you to write a rhyme, Then don’t let her get away! Because everyday it gets harder and harder to connect with one another. And there will come a day when we all give up and say, "Why bother?" Some say, "Why waste time searching for one person when I can get it on with ten?" My reply is, "You'll get it on, but after that, what then?" "What then?"...
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Do you know that girl who smiles all day? Do you know that girl who likes to play? Do you know that girl who's outgoing? Everyone knows her Cause' she's socially flowing That girl is the same girl who... Cries at night Dies at night She hears the lies with ears And with sight Despite The fact she's trying to be strong For long But the memories are brought bck By RnB songs Hs a hard surface But she's soft inside Gave up on love Left her heart behind There's a whispering voice Acting as a reminder Never failing to remind her Insecurities fill her head In her mind She has the coldest bed Her hunger for cuddling Remains unfed And her wrists are covered With red She hides her pain With the fake smile Thinks love is in the form of Doggy styles She thinks the pain is temporary While It is stored In the medula oblingata file Well... I told her I see through your pain Let go cause' there is A lot to gain Whether sunny or rain Whether washable Or long term stain Negativity starts to grow It physically starts to show Emotionally she starts to blow She covers it up That's the reason why Nobody knows...
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
That Girl
Your kisses are like 90s RnB, Slow and Sensual, Your touch is like poetry, Makin' me drift from the usual. My mind, soul, body, Being elevated by an individual, But what can I say? Cos I'm enjoying being taken away ... It hasn't been once but thrice, So you'd think I've had enough now, Yet everytime I still get enticed, whenever you're around. My emotions are in full flight, and I don't want them coming down. There's nothing I can say, Because I'm enjoying being taken away ...
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
That One.
He is an RnB boy He sings RnB song But he doesnt know love No love at all
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May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
RnB boy
The smooth sounds of rnb, Vibe from my speakers Deep into my mind. While the sweet melodies And lyrics flow in my ears, My brain reacts to words And sends signals through most of body. Music control my state of mind. It brings violence or peace, depending on the lyrics. The beat controls my tempo Mellow or Uptight Music controls my life, And emotions It will always make my day.
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
Born In Music
When I was born we stock together flock of a feather a Grandpa said, Love was true we pulled through, houses grew, families grew, peace was "koo", but soon who knew; drugs came through, your dads generation grew, an there came a few  who's minds where stew in a sense; starting trouble killing each-other. Single mothers came more common. Prison's grew an the rich of course, who started this course for the generations to come. Now your here where RnB, hiphop, & rap pump through your blood, confused on when to love, an why to hate. Unconsciously not knowing you grew with rage on shoulder, in your ear, in your rear, while you run a race in life, mostly of waiting to truly live, not wanting to love because of fear, fear which only brings trouble. Pushing the right people away, wanting the the wrong to stay. Commonly no one adds war which if it wasn't country to country, it was state to state, city to city, block to block, house to house, Dad's to son an mothers, an you can't forget **** Peace was never truly pushed imagine it starting from 1 house hold, love an peace growing an flowing, that kid became a teacher who taught true love an not to hate. How an why each race should date, and that maybe we need to be listening to our hearts an ours souls instead of or minds an our flesh less an less caring for one another!
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Being Born into Peace
Tell me How my morning could be If I wake up To miss my daily poem from hello poetry To miss my cool rnb music selection Or to find my phone off Or stolen .... When I miss my daily poem, I will have a late break first If I miss my music I will sing alone at work If my phone is off I will remain stressed. .... My joy,my daily food Vybes ,lines and verses Obsessed .
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
OBSESSED
And in return, what will love do for you? It gives you, your all back Every coal and diamond that you are Every sunflower and lunar tide Every ocean wave and 90’s RnB Every Afro and Africa that you are made of It’ll write poems, it’ll sing, it’ll paint, and it’ll smile and wave It’ll build ******* art out of you And in that art there is a truth, and that truth is on our side.
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Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
The coolest love
Am Moses Makau Muthama a.k.a Triple M or M cubed bt simply known as KASHLINK!!! A Kamba by nature,born in Mombaxa around 1993,a saved christian wit God given gifts. I like socializin alot that guys mistake me 4 a 'player'!! Hobbies include: chilling wit pals,crackin jokes,watchin soaps n muviz,lstng 2 cool RnB's n Riddims,swimmin n playin soccer!! A die hard Man U fan indeed,skuld @ Bashir primo 07' n went 2 Kitondo Boys High xul 11' n did well thx 2 papa God! Currently @ JKUAT 15'. Am now lukn 4ward 2 leave a mark in the globe positively very xun! May da Lord bless de work of ma hands!!! Amen.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Whu'z KASHLINK????!!!
Negatives and Positives they cancel each other out We're at zero now Tied on the scoreboard Sleep deprived and hollow on the inside Bags under my eyes, I was searching for something Remember that summer night on the roof? Smoking *** and singing RnB That's the only place I wanted to be cool thanks to that summer breeze But that summer breeze turned into a winter storm and it tore me away from our special place on the timeline
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Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
the TL
May’s skin radiant black gold/she is 22 young and has a vibrate soul/ headed to college but partied today/ she was built for IG in every way/but her legs glue shut/only a ring open them up/she put on bright dress to match her press/she regarded by many/loved by even more/but they want her to be whore/what for? /Please may don’t open that door May walked in/dripping everywhere/so you know they got to stare/to try get her underwear/momma ain’t raise no fool/ To drool over no ******* tool/but she still a kid/so toys get her attention/that’s why you check when your cup go missing/listen to them scheme/how to make May into a wet dream/first they got her alone/second told her friends to get on/third locked the door and preceded to be grown There hands start reaching/while she started preaching/“Stop, I said NO, Please, I just want to go, I’m not part of this show,I thought you were my bro?”/ they torn her bright red dress in half/to create path/to reach her bubble bath/no 90s rnb/ just ****** acting savagely/there act done/but the play continues to run Now she stumbling and failing/ the party don’t stop cause she balling/ she walked away abused/with warped views/but the worst news/ she was pregnant/farther unknown/but treated like she wanted to bone/so there was no remorse when she college dropped/her family saw her as a thot/forced to work a lot/ but her baby grew/but never knew/then had kids that turned a new/chapter cause they had laughter/heck one became a pastor/the other a teacher with a master/degree so the apple didn’t fall to far from the tree/as you see her great grandkids killed it too/amazing how the devil can bless you/now she is old and wise/in her families eyes/she will always rise/cause May was a loaded prize
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
May’s party
May’s skin radiant black gold/she is 22 young and has a vibrate soul/ headed to college but partied today/ she was built for IG in every way/but her legs glue shut/only a ring open them up/she put on bright dress to match her press/she regarded by many/loved by even more/but they want her to be whore/what for? /Please may don’t open that door May walked in/dripping everywhere/so you know they got to stare/to try get her underwear/momma ain’t raise no fool/ To drool over no ******* tool/but she still a kid/so toys get her attention/that’s why you check when your cup go missing/listen to them scheme/how to make May into a wet dream/first they got her alone/second told her friends to get on/third locked the door and preceded to be grown There hands start reaching/while she started preaching/“Stop, I said NO, Please, I just want to go, I’m not part of this show,I thought you were my bro?”/ they torn her bright red dress in half/to create path/to reach her bubble bath/no 90s rnb/ just ****** acting savagely/there act done/but the play continues to run Now she stumbling and failing/ the party don’t stop cause she balling/ she walked away abused/with warped views/but the worst news/ she was pregnant/farther unknown/but treated like she wanted to bone/so there was no remorse when she college dropped/her family saw her as a thot/forced to work a lot/ but her baby grew/but never knew/then had kids that turned a new/chapter cause they had laughter/heck one became a pastor/the other a teacher with a master/degree so the apple didn’t fall to far from the tree/as you see her great grandkids killed it too/amazing how the devil can bless you/now she is old and wise/in her families eyes/she will always rise/cause May was a loaded prize
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Going away On a trip of my own RnB soothing my ears Chocolate sweetening my taste buds Comfortable clothes hugging my body Fancy cuisines filling my mouth My eyes blinded by God's creation, His earth Am not upset Am not heartbroken Am just craving my own presence - her life
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
My own pressence
Me & u we are alike in most parts Work & come home for the most parts cook dinner and drink our whiskey & beer to unwind the long day take our uniforms off and sit back play with the kids and make dinner, watch few movies. You got my back as well I got your front lol... But we make a great pair. You like rap & some blues I love RnB...You love my cooking At times I can't stand my cooking... We both are hard working and don't give up easy I love when u be silly... for the most parts I'm serious but I let my hair to take apart. you are my sunshine after the rain...Im your sun on a cold winter day.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC
Me & U
I'm not stable Can't do things that I should be able.....to My heart is in pieces, One for every person who broke it My heart is damaged, From every time it's been unsuccessfully stolen It keeps raining. It keeps pouring. But instead of lettin up I see some hurricanes forming I can't see. I need another set of eyes Someone that will be there Someone that's for me Someone who won't tell me no lies Cuz I need some Body Who will always....always be right there So can you stand the rain? Can you stand the pain? Cold nights and the long fights Wondering if everything will be alright Feelin like old school rnb //so tired of being lonely But what I really need to know Are you really gonna be the one to stand up for me? Cuz I'm tired of cryin. And I'm tired of hurtin Tired of tryina be what everybody else need Cuz at the end of the day it just ain't workin I give and give and give until there's nothing left Poured out so much i didn't even leave any heart for myself So I'll ask you again, please be true Will you be there for me like I intend to be there for you Can you weather the storm? Do you have tough skin? Cuz it might be a while before I can completely let you in. I might say some things, I might do some things that I really don't mean. I'm in the process of fixing myself and it ain't as easy as it seems Can you be my lifeline? Can you be my heartbeat? Can you be my reason to live, my reason to feel.... Tell me can you help me find ME
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
Can You
ACTIVITY: Racin' Through LOCATION: The Milky Way DIFFICULTY: Super-Duper-Saiyon-Suicidal (note to contestant marked with *) * no tutorial or manual provided for following crash course * Weather conditions currently causing poor visibility coupled with severe road conditions. A night in which a direct drive to destination is preferred. Despite the clear and ominous signs; Still I choose a quick yet unnecessary detour; And predictably I have to speed as to be able to hit Milky Way drive-thru On time. As I drive through my mind.. Never parked am I. Never have I just made it; Never have I quite arrived. Chronically on my way. Forever cursed to be, 'Be there in just a min' A hamster-wheel.. Or a one-song playlist on repeat.. Driven ******* loopy! A late nineties, early two-thousands.. Rap, Hip-Hop, RnB 'Best Of: Hits' created and curated and written and performed and produced by: EXPERIENCE
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Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
Untitled
Can we go back to a time when music was good? When songs were made for quality over quantity, And words were so meticulously chosen to make  a bar so elegant, and eloquent, And mixed so perfectly with the music that it felt nice on the ear drums Can we go back to when words held weight? To when diss tracks were 5 minutes and 13 seconds long? That made the two coasts split even more than just distance? Take me back to when, rnb actually put people in their feelings, When you can communicate through music, And stories were told through rhythm and lyrics. When every problem became a waterfall that shouldn’t be chased, and a “scrub” was added to the slang dictionary. When album of the year was actually worked for, and the winning album was not just for songs sung over, When music videos were good, and not filled with air bending, and **** shaking, Less sampling, And real story telling, Can we steer away from killing bill, and focus on being at your best? Or being serenaded in candy rain instead of hearing what youngboy says? Can we go back to a time when music was good? Because this, this is no where close where it once stood
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Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:43 PM UTC
Music’s Decline