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"swang" poems
skipped the chapters in the book of love you on page one swang from the rafters with the morning dove rise the evening sun my letters were bolded yours were second best to none more italics and stressed sentences you a peaceful minded friend more than previous pronoun promised to the end you on stages of laughter agreement to disagree me, i went past the laughter straight fits of arguing apologies and sorries lead me into these trees promise not to skip the page without you next to me
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:07 PM UTC
More Than Simple Affection
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple The flags of nations swang. Steady—my soul: What issues Upon thine arrow hang!
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A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
Melody is not just a song. It's the tune that has to carry you along forever. Bring your confidence and soul out to show the crowd. To crown your king. With purity and pride. Make you dance or sing. Hum and whistle. The meaning of melody is to make you swing and swang your hips. Meaning of melody is a soul courageous song that brings you to love and meet well in life. To meet your lovers eyes. Is all by the meaning of Melody. Every person creates their own melody. And you can never share your melody. It's all within you and you can't take it away.
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
Meaning of Melody
Once on the red tyre swing we swung in our red tyre dreams we sung songs of red then we began to swing and swang and swung till the tired red sun shone throughout the world of a red tired toddler’s mind the redness spread with tired red hands and consumed every inch of our tired red skin and there under the red tyre swing we sat swimming in the muggy air breathing inhalations and expectations of teens waiting for a life of red faced busy faced love traced excitement and then we sat under that red tyre swing an old couple looking out our fond red tinted memories of tyre swinging joy on the red tyre swing with our red tired limbs and gray tinted minds with hair that once shone with joy and laughter and now here we lie under the red tyre swing with the same tired red sun tracing across the skin with grey skin hair and eyes and we close them looking skyward past our red tyre swing into the red eyelids that are all that remain of our youth the only unaffected view for a couple of youngsters aching to ride our red tyre swing into the red layered sky at the sunset of our lives.
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
Red Tyre Swing
Midwestern girl with the slow slang come a little closer watch her do thangs she'll usually have two first names fried chicken is probably her favorite; that child loves a **** don't forget a big old l o o o o n g danga lang **** those country girls sho' a make ya head swang!!
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Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Midwestern Girls
When I was young I had a net, caught Monarchs in it, fevers.      lemonade smiles swang up to the winged tops        of those tall trees on it ran around, topsy curvy chasing falling      making green knees, mom didn't  like me        all brown and green all hot and fevered.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
A poem of butterflies and fevers:
I imagined your hips in my hands, and I imagined I had it all under control. I stared at your lips when you spoke, you pretended not to notice. I stared at your *** when you walked away, and your hips swang methodically, enticingly. Public intoxication, two nights in the county jail, 500 dollars in court fees and fines, and the feel of your breast on my palms. These are the things that haunt me. You haunt me.
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Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
the things that haunt 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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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
They Need Me
She swang in the breeze. Her face was purple and her skin was cold. She swung from a rope Tied to the highest branch She decided to leap And on her way down She inhaled And finally realized she wouldnt feel The pain Of an exhale
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:39 PM UTC
Exhale
Omw from class we stopped at the park the geese were out the sky was blue we swang on the swings it was jus me and you now I dnt know where this going but everything is cool you make me laugh and your smile truly compliments you I held your hand but it wasn't my plan hope she doesn't feel that I'm going to fast hearts been broken but that's somewhere in the past you made me realize I was never important to my ex I met you day ago and you've already helped me so much but I jus wanna take my time there's no need to rush when you read this poem I hope that you blush you seem like a girl with whom I can entrust dam I guess its true I may have a bit of a crush now I dnt wanna be a fool but if so its cool I mean I'll still see you around or maybe at school If you couldn't tell I'm a Lil shy holding your hand did make the butters fly but I don't know what that means but at least I tried Didn't see today nor yesterday coming but it feels right!
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
The park!
(in memory of when) the thick summer air pooled around my shoulders melting me into the swing set, where my feet dragged the ground whenever i swang and a girl in a yellow dress sat next to me her legs sprawled out across the ground, allowing the grass to kiss her skin like a mother saying goodbye to her child one last time and like i would to her as the sun set that night. (in memory of when) i sat on my roof and mourned that night as the stars sang a hymn only i could hear because the girl in a yellow dress was a bird and decided this town was just another cage, one that she could no longer be trapped in. (in memory of when) i wanted to go after her my very being pulling at the edges to grasp her hand as though it was my very lifeline but my feet stood cemented in the ground and she soared high above. (in memory of when the girl in the yellow dress flew away)
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
in memory of the girl in the yellow dress
It began with absence, It began with desire, And all the things in between you could not acquire, The eves of the trees were slick with dew, Drops of water all over the leaves, spewed My heart was young, light, propitious, Everything around me kind, bright, almost ridiculous, Perhaps then was when you surmised, That I would prove an absolute delight Did you wonder if it would be easy? I feel like I was supposed to act ****** The veins you clogged and the bones you broke, The fingers you bent and the heels that just won't The hair that was shaven as it grew unheeded, My nails were pulled, they were not needed. Cast down all the hangings that I put on the wall, Take a scythe to them as I watch, in thrall I fell to my knees and you helped me to the ditch, Disposed to push me in as they swang the pots out and hitched Scrubbing as I reeled, I could not get clean The filth was everywhere, I found it hard to deal. In a state of numbness, I found some balance So now I'm clinging to this graceful frame of nonchalance, Pray not leave with distaste, In your abiding, unreasonable hate, You crash about furniture as you do, And I no longer care to clean up after you.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
DECLARE
2015 christmas eve The day we met I immediately fell in love in love with your sparkling blue eyes your straight blonde hair your beautiful hands March 2015 we kiss it felt like all I ever wanted I loved you more than anything else It were those little things that made us so special the way I always waved you goodbye every day when you left I remember the one time I didn´t It felt like my heart was being torn apart I run outside not wearing shoes or socks but I just couldn´t let you go without telling you I love you I screamed your name and jumped into your arms it was the way you swang me around in the dark that made me love you It was the way we layed on the playground in the nighttime just the two of us looking into the sky you holding me close inside your arms that made me love you It was the way you stopped in the middel of the sidewalk to go back holding the door open for a pizza men that made me love you It was the way you always looked at me right after we kissed right before you told me told me you loved me the sparkle in your eyes the kidness that made me love you February 2016 we broke up January 2018 Birthday party I arrive You were already there I still remember the tasted of your kiss nicotine and beer and we kissed all night long March 2018 we hug and tell each other that we love the other one but it isn´t the right time you go and once more I wave goodbye as you leave but this time you do not turn around.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Number 2
Yeah in Texas we love to swang Switch through the lanes While smokin' on Mary jane It don't matter what ya claim We spit flames sittin' on 84 Twistin' round and round And you can hear the bassing sounds Thumpin' keep the streets jumpin' Much love to the originator I'm talkin' the ***** creator Earl Davis a legend so don't be second guessin' Or you'll be gettin' a blessin' Surprise from my Smith n Wesson Sittin on Vogues 15s or 14s Gold over chrome in chrono order My appeal is so real So ya know all haters feel Jealousy and envy but it don't bend me I just chill and let the wind breeze take me Into another zone I'm game smooth *** baritone Gets me a bunch girls to bone Intellects sang rollin'hard chirpin' on them thangs Bound to be a sunny day In that sunshine state Texas breakin' crates cuz our music rake From the streets to the jail cells Makin' revenue with the crew Black & Hebrew No time for evil I moved pass that level These devils wanna see me fall But will Still continue to ball Til I'm over the top chillin' in a million dollar loft Breakin' off proper treat my guns Like a visa I'll never leave my chopper at home Pushin' more domes than the astros Wrapped around ya mind like a lasso Live everyday Like my last though Just a hustler spittin over instrumentals Rhymes verbal where's the punisher? Foes soon to be a victims From tyna still thangs Still servin' up on them thangs
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Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
Texas Swangaz {4s or 84s}
When I see the trees, when I see the woods, I imagine I get to lay over the trees. I’m part of their leaves, I’m a pine cone, and I let myself be swang by the wind, I smell and breathe the salt and fish from the air. I just move smoothly side to side, I’m being coined by the wind like a baby inside trees’ arms. I imagine I get swallowed up by the woods, my veins become tree roots, my palm lines mark the lines on the salty rock, the paths of the river watched from upside down. I’m not myself anymore, If you want to find me I’m being washed by the inlet, fish swim up through my chest, seagulls stroke my needle hair.
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Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
West coast woods
Best friend and I swing by in small rollercoaster. I miss my childhood but I don't miss me. I hate younger me. Terrible child, worse teenager- too many affectations. Swang by, we did, and we smiled; I could have kissed his face, but, then, I liked girls too much. I still do.   Intimacy is so often unbearable. I'd just rather stick my face into someone else's then call it a day. Maybe, after, talk a little bit. I loved you, my friend, watching the world go by the way we did. I would have kissed your face if you let me. I would have I would.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
Merriment.
I will not be fooled He loves me; I know by every 'honey- and the lips on my forehead' By the way his eyes smiles at me- I know he is drawn to the shipwreck He took charge of the sea' He shone in me My heart is happy His presence is an extreme privilege' While I try to behold the 'eternity He show'd me the best of what love can'be He took charge of the sea' And filled the vast ocean with his generous wine That nature hath align'd And I drank like a fith' These graces shall endure Eternal, constant, pure A joy, unknown to kings; For he who leaves the passage free - to love Shall let in 'all the reft; And in the night, when the lamp swang a little too low I yawn and sleepily pull myself to him Nestled up by his glorious lanate chest I slumber' And then, I woke up' On the other side- Of the road to Memphis' So we live - as now we live - to be Mean while We will live together In the verses of my poésies'
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Memphis'
arggg urrrr blah cave man throw rock chomp chomp yummy in tummy mmm pellow mmm night light dear diary sleepy mind blank crossed eyed dazing was i writing or was i sleeping yawns* or was i eating or smoking catch them zzzz'zzz try an stay woke ain leaving my dungeon for lauron lundon the queen africa cant **** me good enough my doors shut an locked you ain getting in "Yuuuuuuup" we hibernating eatin sleepin drankin smoking an ******* we hibernating might open my door might not might make it to the window might not 1 thing you cant deny out the shadows into the spotlight like gotti gandi or king swang that door wide open you cant keep cash my pockets hungry like general al bundy jonny apple tree cut up a snake fed adam an eve the end we hibernating ok diary i bid you goodbye from the ashes
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
"Yuuuuuuppp" "WE HIBERNATING" By: Z-Pac
From the slums and crumbs a knuckle head acting dumb Succumb to the worlds sinister ways and these days Fools quick to spray words a verbal arsenal take it personal flashin' pistols Now another funerals laid cops paid To do the same thing the hood doing to us Design for us to die fast and in a hurry bury by drains I'm talkin' Curry deep range thoughts circling as swang in my woodgrain Steering wheel now tell can me can ya feel the Southside the real -'ist poets ain't made for rest so test if ya want watch the pain come and haunt Shatterin' your every move y'all don't wanna duel Still playin' the hearts of madness yo they stay fools I play a mule nice but come off cruel Keep it smoother than a jazz solo Oh no take another puff of the cocoa so... Adjust my crown at the top far from a slop Enemies get the casket prop it don't stop Rhymes drop keep it movin' like it's hot Too touch flows I crutch choose women like Hutch Ya know I'm finna clutch Victory it ain't a mystery so many haters gall after me cuz I **** em easily Rollin' rillaz and hang with killaz scrappin' for scrillaz Skipped school to hang with the local dealers feelin' iller Than the next man knockin' any **** and who can? Stop the south side for running and gunning We'll still keep hunting so keep stunting Alberta stand up we mobbin' up black Caesar style Problem child since I seen the devil's smile Problems pile check my style Killer rhymes like Mike I'll make ta fadeway once the words I say Is laid to a track The man in black with that mack attack so all ya hataz sit back
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
Choosy
From the slums and crumbs a knuckle head acting dumb Succumb to the worlds sinister ways and these days Fools quick to spray words a verbal arsenal take it personal flashin' pistols Now another funerals laid cops paid To do the same thing the hood doing to us Design for us to die fast and in a hurry bury by drains I'm talkin' Curry deep range thoughts circling as swang in my woodgrain Steering wheel now tell can me can ya feel the Southside the real -'ist poets ain't made for rest so test if ya want watch the pain come and haunt Shatterin' your every move y'all don't wanna duel Still playin' the hearts of madness yo they stay fools I play a mule nice but come off cruel Keep it smoother than a jazz solo Oh no take another puff of the cocoa so... Adjust my crown at the top far from a slop Enemies get the casket prop it don't stop Rhymes drop keep it movin' like it's hot Too touch flows I crutch choose women like Hutch Ya know I'm finna clutch Victory it ain't a mystery so many haters gall after me cuz I **** em easily Rollin' rillaz and hang with killaz scrappin' for scrillaz Skipped school to hang with the local dealers feelin' iller Than the next man knockin' any **** and who can? Stop the south side for running and gunning We'll still keep hunting so keep stunting Alberta stand up we mobbin' up black Caesar style Problem child since I seen the devil's smile Problems pile check my style Killer rhymes like Mike I'll make ta fadeway once the words I say Is laid to a track The man in black with that mack attack so all ya hataz sit back
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