"swaping" poems
im walking along
hardly breathin cause it might disturb
im steppin in the shadows of great men
with one eye on the popularity of what im sayin
but i dont think anybody sees me anyway
cept her and its real hard to tell what shes thinkin
dressed to the nines and she lickable head to toe
hard body honey half my age
came here to pick a fight with the powers that be
dont stand a chance but thats beside the point
cant you feel the storm brewin
been there since it became hip to be an activist
tempest in a tea ***
but what a blast its been
a struggle of the masses not to drink another latte
a demand for justice for the **** who ate the last bearclaw
he trims that fashion beard
combs out the rough phrase from his latest trending poem
and some cat in london stamps his seal of approval
sold out for a pat on the back
just remember kiddo that your a greenhorn
and i got one beady little eye on ya
meanwhile in chechnya they are swaping pens for rifles
feel little like hemingway
wanna throw it all away in a blaze of glory
for the ideal of the revolt with some
things still worth fightin for
hand me that pen
got a ruckus to make
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
scaling
scaning
scrapping
scratching
shading
shaping
shifting
shining
sketching
skining
skipping
swagging
swaping
switching
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
If you ever called me back one day
I'd be ecstatic and my head will be filled with joy in
Hopes to see your beautiful face without
Any marks or bruises,
I feel useless without the thought of you and
Being in your presence to be kissing you and
Holding you in a grass field away from the mean
Streets,
Sharing sheets and getting comfortable,
Talking about our days,
Loving each others company and swaping spit
In different ways,
Mandy I love you
And sometimes I might have this tough exterior,
And it may seem like I don't care,
All I have to say is please come back and stare
Into my eyes that hides sadness and regret of
Making you jealous in the past,
I had to ask myself.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
you are purity northen snow
looking for a ***** puddle
to splash your dreams
your calling card
a lavender garter belt smile
greeting me
in sheer rip away pantyhose
I take stock in your provisions
your dainty crimson heart
in huggable fluffy blue socks
in contrast to my bohemian
naked sockless tender feet
your legs open minded
to take in my deep thoughts
my ****** veracity booms
your ****** groaning barrier
decelerating silky winds
your painting shadow
fades into us as one soppin wet
tongue twisting kiss
swaping syllables in the ears
our spoonerism speckled
between our two worlds
my dark silhouette presence
buried in your chandelier
shaded light
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC