CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
oh why thank you
Post Your Poetry
- Thread starter NewGrowth
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NewGrowth
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This rhyme is the shit, someone needs too beatbox for cheech while he recites.
CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
i liked it. i often find my self in the same predicament... smoke or drink.... hmmm....
sweetsmoker
Well-Known Member
hickory dickory dock
my wife was sucking my c!"k
her hair got tangled
the bitch got strangled
but at least she swallowed the lot
sorry if that offends anyone but i think its hilarious
my wife was sucking my c!"k
her hair got tangled
the bitch got strangled
but at least she swallowed the lot
sorry if that offends anyone but i think its hilarious
CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
hickory dickory dock
my wife was sucking my c!"k
her hair got tangled
the bitch got strangled
but at least she swallowed the lot
sorry if that offends anyone but i think its hilarious
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAH
thanks for the complement. lol
Another from my head.
Peace is just a word...
Silence isn't
that's noise without sound.
a vibration that's never found.
CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
damn dude i like your shit!!
i would try to think of another one too but im too scatter brained right now
i would try to think of another one too but im too scatter brained right now
It's 4:40am here in Ireland. I just have too much time to think. lol
I'll try another one. I'm drunk so sorry if I don't make sense.
When I was 10 years of age in school we had to write a poem. I'd wrote this, and ended up having to present the whole poety evening.
"I don't want to write a poem, so there!
They're so boring and I don't want write.
Why? I don't want to be a poet.
So I'm not going to write a poem, so there!"
And my teacher thought it was great! fucking traumatized me. Last thing I wanted to do was a poetry evening in school.
i was more interested lighting fires and shit!! lol
I'll try another one. I'm drunk so sorry if I don't make sense.
When I was 10 years of age in school we had to write a poem. I'd wrote this, and ended up having to present the whole poety evening.
"I don't want to write a poem, so there!
They're so boring and I don't want write.
Why? I don't want to be a poet.
So I'm not going to write a poem, so there!"
And my teacher thought it was great! fucking traumatized me. Last thing I wanted to do was a poetry evening in school.
i was more interested lighting fires and shit!! lol
Cheech Wizard
Well-Known Member
Thanks for the kind words NewGrowth and Creepy! I like your stuff too!
Earthling
Active Member
awkwardly interested
swapping their grimaces
killing the time
without any witnesses
ignoring the scenery
eyes focus eagerly
reviewing the figure
of eachother repeatedly
he noticed the sweat
on the back of her neck
as she sat down
to have her a rest
he says it alot
but "this chick was hot"
what a long day
at the old crabbing spot
"tales of an earthling"
swapping their grimaces
killing the time
without any witnesses
ignoring the scenery
eyes focus eagerly
reviewing the figure
of eachother repeatedly
he noticed the sweat
on the back of her neck
as she sat down
to have her a rest
he says it alot
but "this chick was hot"
what a long day
at the old crabbing spot
"tales of an earthling"
Cool poem!!
CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
is that about two people before they fuck?
NarusInsight
New Member
In that city of beauty and fashion,
In Frisco I first saw the light;
And the numerous adventures and frolics
That live in my memory tonight.
I was walking the streets of old Frisco,
The hour was just turning nine;
When I chanced on a girl, tall and slender
On the corner of Kearney and Pine.
Her face was a vision of beauty,
Her eyes, they seemed to expand.
And her hair it was long, rich and golden
Entwined in a blue velvet band.
To a place where they served us strong liquor,
She invited me with a sweet smile.
She seemed so refined, gay and charming
That I thought I would tarry awhile.
She took me back to her apartment,
It was up on the third floor above;
And I thought myself truly in heaven
As I looked at this goddess of love.
But what struck me most was an object
Designed by an artistic hand,
'Twas the costly layout of a hop-fiend!
And the fiend was my blue velvet band.
On a pile of fine satins and pillows,
She reclined, I declined on the floor,
Then we both hit the pipe and I slumbered,
I pondered it over and o'er.
'Tis months since the craven arm grasped me;
And in bliss did my life slip away.
From opium, to "dipping" and thieving
She artfully led day by day.
One evening, coming home wet and weary
With the swag from a jewelry store;
I heard the soft voice of my loved one
As I quietly opened the door.
"If you'll give me a clue to convict him,"
Said a stranger, in tones soft and bland,
"You'll then prove to me that you love me."
"It's a go," said my blue velvet band.
Ah!, How my heart then filled with anger,
At this woman, so fair false and vile,
And the thought that I once truly loved her
Forced my lips to a sad, bitter smile.
All ill-gotten gains we had squandered
And my life, it was hers to command;
Deserted and left for another ---
Could this be my blue velvet band?
What happened to me I will tell you.
I was ditched for a desperate crime.
For during that jewelry store hold-up
A man was shot down in his prime.
As a convict of hard reputation,
Ten years of hard grind did I land;
And I often recalled all the pleasures
I had with my blue velvet band.
Many months have gone by since this happened,
And the story belongs to the past.
I forgave her, but just retribution
Claimed this fair but false one at last.
She slowly sank lower and lower,
Downward through life's shifting sands;
Till finally she died in a hop-joint
The girl in the blue velvet band.
Now when I get out I will hasten
To live honest in some other land,
For I'm bidding farewell to old Frisco
And the grave of the blue velvet band.
written on the floor of san quentin.
In Frisco I first saw the light;
And the numerous adventures and frolics
That live in my memory tonight.
I was walking the streets of old Frisco,
The hour was just turning nine;
When I chanced on a girl, tall and slender
On the corner of Kearney and Pine.
Her face was a vision of beauty,
Her eyes, they seemed to expand.
And her hair it was long, rich and golden
Entwined in a blue velvet band.
To a place where they served us strong liquor,
She invited me with a sweet smile.
She seemed so refined, gay and charming
That I thought I would tarry awhile.
She took me back to her apartment,
It was up on the third floor above;
And I thought myself truly in heaven
As I looked at this goddess of love.
But what struck me most was an object
Designed by an artistic hand,
'Twas the costly layout of a hop-fiend!
And the fiend was my blue velvet band.
On a pile of fine satins and pillows,
She reclined, I declined on the floor,
Then we both hit the pipe and I slumbered,
I pondered it over and o'er.
'Tis months since the craven arm grasped me;
And in bliss did my life slip away.
From opium, to "dipping" and thieving
She artfully led day by day.
One evening, coming home wet and weary
With the swag from a jewelry store;
I heard the soft voice of my loved one
As I quietly opened the door.
"If you'll give me a clue to convict him,"
Said a stranger, in tones soft and bland,
"You'll then prove to me that you love me."
"It's a go," said my blue velvet band.
Ah!, How my heart then filled with anger,
At this woman, so fair false and vile,
And the thought that I once truly loved her
Forced my lips to a sad, bitter smile.
All ill-gotten gains we had squandered
And my life, it was hers to command;
Deserted and left for another ---
Could this be my blue velvet band?
What happened to me I will tell you.
I was ditched for a desperate crime.
For during that jewelry store hold-up
A man was shot down in his prime.
As a convict of hard reputation,
Ten years of hard grind did I land;
And I often recalled all the pleasures
I had with my blue velvet band.
Many months have gone by since this happened,
And the story belongs to the past.
I forgave her, but just retribution
Claimed this fair but false one at last.
She slowly sank lower and lower,
Downward through life's shifting sands;
Till finally she died in a hop-joint
The girl in the blue velvet band.
Now when I get out I will hasten
To live honest in some other land,
For I'm bidding farewell to old Frisco
And the grave of the blue velvet band.
written on the floor of san quentin.
CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
wow.... i really really enjoyed your poem narus. +rep
CreepyStevie69
Well-Known Member
you dont seem to have a rep button... mybe cuz youre a new user. well ill get it to ya when one shows up for you
Roseman
Elite Rolling Society
NO REP BUTTON???
Go to myrollitup, on the left hand side go to Setting & Options, then go to EDIT Options and the last field you can edit at the very bottom is the forum skin, change it to Blzin 07 and you can see REP again and get the old colors back!
Same as it used to be!!!
Go to myrollitup, on the left hand side go to Setting & Options, then go to EDIT Options and the last field you can edit at the very bottom is the forum skin, change it to Blzin 07 and you can see REP again and get the old colors back!
Same as it used to be!!!
Agent Orange
New Member
Known to all as a destroyer of man from where i first came from nobody knows.I came from the land where poppy grows Im a world power and although its true use me once an you'll know it too My little white grains are nothing but waste,im soft and deadly and im bitter to taste All nations have gathered to plot my destruction but im a breeder of crime and corruption
I came to this country without a passport and ever since ive been hunted to sort
I capture mens wills and destroy there minds and cause them to comit all sorts of crimes
In celifane bags i found my way to great men in offices to children at play
From the riches of states to the poorest of slums from the highest exaulted to bowery bums
For some i make a profit in fives and tens make a man in trouble tell on his friends
Would you like to hear more of the the things i can do?The woman ive defied the men i have slew
Oh yes,ha ha some have run to drug programs and the police to get from under my wings how dare they defie i who am king
So now they must suffer ha ha ha thats part of my game ha ha ha they lay with discomfort and squirm with pain
They cough up there guts with a hacking cough 6 days of this madness and they might throw me off
Oh they'll curse my name and defie me in speach but some would pick me up again if i were in reach
They heard my warning but didnt take heed now they must put there foot in the stirup and mount my steed
Get tight in the saddle and ride me well for i king heroin am going to bring them all straight down to hell.
I came to this country without a passport and ever since ive been hunted to sort
I capture mens wills and destroy there minds and cause them to comit all sorts of crimes
In celifane bags i found my way to great men in offices to children at play
From the riches of states to the poorest of slums from the highest exaulted to bowery bums
For some i make a profit in fives and tens make a man in trouble tell on his friends
Would you like to hear more of the the things i can do?The woman ive defied the men i have slew
Oh yes,ha ha some have run to drug programs and the police to get from under my wings how dare they defie i who am king
So now they must suffer ha ha ha thats part of my game ha ha ha they lay with discomfort and squirm with pain
They cough up there guts with a hacking cough 6 days of this madness and they might throw me off
Oh they'll curse my name and defie me in speach but some would pick me up again if i were in reach
They heard my warning but didnt take heed now they must put there foot in the stirup and mount my steed
Get tight in the saddle and ride me well for i king heroin am going to bring them all straight down to hell.