"swishers" poems - Hello Poetry

swishers aren’t so sweet when our teeth are banging together tongues fighting for dominance gin burning our lips hungrily seeking an escape from ourselves selfishly burring our stingers into the back of the other ******* are aptly named La petite mort because i want to die and be reborn & i was foolish for ever thinking that you could be different

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Feb 24, 2013

Feb 24, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC

ashley-wade-parker

scorpios

swishers aren’t so sweet when our teeth are banging together tongues fighting for dominance gin burning our lips hungrily seeking an escape from ourselves selfishly burring our stingers into the back of the other ******* are aptly named La petite mort because i want to die and be reborn & i was foolish for ever thinking that you could be different

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welcome to houston texas we roll swangas n swishers we might hit cha with the torch if ya dont know where ya stand in the ghetto we never let go of painful memories we got brothers get shot by cops to brothers getting got by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own phone home soon to be at the crossroads knockin at thugs mansion door got **** how did i get smoked i thought i was backed by my locs now im sittin with malcolm and martin n garvey enjoying a smoke wish i could reach deep into the pains of black folks brain and let em know we used to be kings n queens but **** dont flipped once they change the color of the script but ***** i peep game since i was embryo last of a dying breed corrupt seed we can changr indeed we just gotta change waht our minds feed but we too intrigue from the worlds scent a ghetto ih now that've got your intention lets form a syndication reform strategize black nation we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin nothing but flawless beats smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet or better yet the bayou classic listenin to magic 1 0 2 point one everybody having fun without the use of a gun buts ther3s always one that wanna start **** got his wig split now take a picture for yo casket wish times wasnt so hard but im always on the guard sneaky *** white supremacy pushin gay antics miss with that semantic yall aint slick so let me hit ya with some of the realist rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im tired of this ****** poor livin everyday sinning no winning stuck at a permenant loss but somehow my soul still grows even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto

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Oct 18, 2016

Oct 18, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

The World is a Ghetto

welcome to houston texas we roll swangas n swishers we might hit cha with the torch if ya dont know where ya stand in the ghetto we never let go of painful memories we got brothers get shot by cops to brothers getting got by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own phone home soon to be at the crossroads knockin at thugs mansion door got **** how did i get smoked i thought i was backed by my locs now im sittin with malcolm and martin n garvey enjoying a smoke wish i could reach deep into the pains of black folks brain and let em know we used to be kings n queens but **** dont flipped once they change the color of the script but ***** i peep game since i was embryo last of a dying breed corrupt seed we can changr indeed we just gotta change waht our minds feed but we too intrigue from the worlds scent a ghetto ih now that've got your intention lets form a syndication reform strategize black nation we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin nothing but flawless beats smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet or better yet the bayou classic listenin to magic 1 0 2 point one everybody having fun without the use of a gun buts ther3s always one that wanna start **** got his wig split now take a picture for yo casket wish times wasnt so hard but im always on the guard sneaky *** white supremacy pushin gay antics miss with that semantic yall aint slick so let me hit ya with some of the realist rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im tired of this ****** poor livin everyday sinning no winning stuck at a permenant loss but somehow my soul still grows even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto

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Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward. Yesterday is so far, and the party is done; Gone are the petits fours and the sound of the drums. Today the wine is red and I push with my thumbs Some leftovers of bread on the table, some crumbs. Wasps are nibbling the grapes and the time can’t rewind: How cold are the graves; I am losing my mind. They’re clicking the laughters and clapping all the bones; Their pidgins are swishers in cages of the zoos: Mariette and Amir went all the way up there, – Like an old souvenir – and it makes me shiver. Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward. Amir was a poet and Mariette a dove. Who can tell that the death is watching out for love? Yesterday the river saw us throwing some stones, And drinking cans of beer. The sunlight and the glows Of tiny water hints: we had to fold the eyes. Who can tell that omens were these water lilies? Mariette was wearing her pretty yellow pearls, Her simple golden ring. The long mane and the curls Of Amir, and his mood, were like hot butterflies They were so young and proud: Why can't I stop my cries? Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward. Of what kind is this waltz, this triple meter dance, This strange time with no source, which always starts and ends? Yesterday, tomorrow; this day: a stunning ride On horses of sorrow where I cried as a child. Knucklebones of my hands, and my feet in the snow: Of what kind are these wounds spoiling red my pillow? Mariette cried and laughed, this all at the same time, As Amir depictured the story of their fine And very first kisses under the almond tree. Their sweet and calm faces have fired poetry. Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward… (c) Quitterie Kerlach

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Nov 12, 2017

Nov 12, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC

Quitterie_Kerlach

And the violet smells in the new day forward

Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward. Yesterday is so far, and the party is done; Gone are the petits fours and the sound of the drums. Today the wine is red and I push with my thumbs Some leftovers of bread on the table, some crumbs. Wasps are nibbling the grapes and the time can’t rewind: How cold are the graves; I am losing my mind. They’re clicking the laughters and clapping all the bones; Their pidgins are swishers in cages of the zoos: Mariette and Amir went all the way up there, – Like an old souvenir – and it makes me shiver. Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward. Amir was a poet and Mariette a dove. Who can tell that the death is watching out for love? Yesterday the river saw us throwing some stones, And drinking cans of beer. The sunlight and the glows Of tiny water hints: we had to fold the eyes. Who can tell that omens were these water lilies? Mariette was wearing her pretty yellow pearls, Her simple golden ring. The long mane and the curls Of Amir, and his mood, were like hot butterflies They were so young and proud: Why can't I stop my cries? Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward. Of what kind is this waltz, this triple meter dance, This strange time with no source, which always starts and ends? Yesterday, tomorrow; this day: a stunning ride On horses of sorrow where I cried as a child. Knucklebones of my hands, and my feet in the snow: Of what kind are these wounds spoiling red my pillow? Mariette cried and laughed, this all at the same time, As Amir depictured the story of their fine And very first kisses under the almond tree. Their sweet and calm faces have fired poetry. Look at the skeletons – they’re dancing in the yard – And the violet smells in the new day forward… (c) Quitterie Kerlach

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Wassup hellopoetry Got something on my mind But it may cost me Everything evolves Around money Friends to foes Videos to hoes Everybody love to expose Those who chose I pick em wisely Try to get between the sheets like isleys Loot feels good aint no lie But the leechers hold on Until ya die No Pain no gain i feel insane Too much smoke on the brain Swishers and bang Poppin them thangs Love the way the hood og maintain Cool as **** aint afta the buck Its all these youngin chasin buck Try to express feeling for some *** From a ***** i just hop on the next It aint bout who got all the money? When its fools that owns you dummy Im about monopoly Yea federal & state property Break em off properly Taxes is strip so the gov can dip They show ya lie i tell ya the truth I may get in early grave Cuz to them i dont know how to behave Sheddin light Thats what i do Dont give a **** if ya aint down Buckin clowns Say hello to nine rounds I pop in yo head **** he dead Beat th3 feds cu z i bit the holy bread Like jelly on toast is spread In all corners Represent from tre to the homestead Houston texas ***** thats what i am If yousa hater I really dont give a ****

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

All About that Dolla

Wassup hellopoetry Got something on my mind But it may cost me Everything evolves Around money Friends to foes Videos to hoes Everybody love to expose Those who chose I pick em wisely Try to get between the sheets like isleys Loot feels good aint no lie But the leechers hold on Until ya die No Pain no gain i feel insane Too much smoke on the brain Swishers and bang Poppin them thangs Love the way the hood og maintain Cool as **** aint afta the buck Its all these youngin chasin buck Try to express feeling for some *** From a ***** i just hop on the next It aint bout who got all the money? When its fools that owns you dummy Im about monopoly Yea federal & state property Break em off properly Taxes is strip so the gov can dip They show ya lie i tell ya the truth I may get in early grave Cuz to them i dont know how to behave Sheddin light Thats what i do Dont give a **** if ya aint down Buckin clowns Say hello to nine rounds I pop in yo head **** he dead Beat th3 feds cu z i bit the holy bread Like jelly on toast is spread In all corners Represent from tre to the homestead Houston texas ***** thats what i am If yousa hater I really dont give a ****

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Oh how I want Nothing more in life But for 2 swishers A bottle of Jack And a walk around the town tonight But oh how we don't get what we wish for

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC

hippiehandwriting

Want

Oh how I want Nothing more in life But for 2 swishers A bottle of Jack And a walk around the town tonight But oh how we don't get what we wish for

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Bones built with empty tp rolls Skin scratchy paper Brain stitched with badly written poems Veins flowing ***** Eyes rolled with strawberry swishers Nose bleeding paint Chest dried out in the sink // Feet laying down for the night Thoughts stain the sheets \\

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Oct 19, 2020

Oct 19, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC

DayJune

Is my body tangible if my hands are numb?

Bones built with empty tp rolls Skin scratchy paper Brain stitched with badly written poems Veins flowing ***** Eyes rolled with strawberry swishers Nose bleeding paint Chest dried out in the sink // Feet laying down for the night Thoughts stain the sheets \\

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Dripping like liquor down the throat of a man who has never been loved, Clinging to a reality sweeter than any of those attainable, A semi-conscious turpentine, Thicker than molasses, And darker than coffee beans, Cocoa butter lips and thighs, White sheets, Atoning for white lies, Hawaiian Snow, Mango Swishers, Hearts encrusted in sea salt and gold, I'll tie you to my bed posts, So I feel less alone

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Jul 22, 2018

Jul 22, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC

belle-spiese

Mango Swishers

Dripping like liquor down the throat of a man who has never been loved, Clinging to a reality sweeter than any of those attainable, A semi-conscious turpentine, Thicker than molasses, And darker than coffee beans, Cocoa butter lips and thighs, White sheets, Atoning for white lies, Hawaiian Snow, Mango Swishers, Hearts encrusted in sea salt and gold, I'll tie you to my bed posts, So I feel less alone

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