I know that feel
The Coli's Poetry Thread
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I know that feelJada
U R the omega of my heart
The foundation 4 my conception of Love
When I think of what a black woman should be
Its u that I First think of
U will never fully understand
How Deeply my Heart Feels 4 u
I worry that we'll grow apart
And I'll end up losing u
U bring me 2 climax without sex
And u do it all with regal grace
U r my heart in Human Form
A Friend I could never replace
My dearest one!!!
There R no words 2 express
how much I truly care
So many times I fantasize of
feelings we can share
My heart has never known
the Joy u bring 2 me
As if GOD knew what I wanted
and made u a reality
I'd die 2 hold u or 2 kiss u
or merely to see your face
my stomach quivers my body shivers
and my heart increases pace
2 give me $ or lots of gold
would not be the same 2 me
I prayed and watched the distant stars
and finally u came 2 me!
Faithfully Yours,
Tupac Amaru Shakur
That's my goat
Felt all this shyt deep
U R the omega of my heart
The foundation 4 my conception of Love
When I think of what a black woman should be
Its u that I First think of
U will never fully understand
How Deeply my Heart Feels 4 u
I worry that we'll grow apart
And I'll end up losing u
U bring me 2 climax without sex
And u do it all with regal grace
U r my heart in Human Form
A Friend I could never replace
My dearest one!!!
There R no words 2 express
how much I truly care
So many times I fantasize of
feelings we can share
My heart has never known
the Joy u bring 2 me
As if GOD knew what I wanted
and made u a reality
I'd die 2 hold u or 2 kiss u
or merely to see your face
my stomach quivers my body shivers
and my heart increases pace
2 give me $ or lots of gold
would not be the same 2 me
I prayed and watched the distant stars
and finally u came 2 me!
Faithfully Yours,
Tupac Amaru Shakur
That's my goat
Felt all this shyt deep
One Cut, Two Cut....
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Watch my blood spill on the floor
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Isn't this life just fukking great
Nine cut, ten
Here we go again
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Sinking every day a little more
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Future is up to chance and fate
Nine cut, ten
This fukked up game I'll never win
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Watch my blood spill on the floor
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Isn't this life just fukking great
Nine cut, ten
Here we go again
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Sinking every day a little more
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Future is up to chance and fate
Nine cut, ten
This fukked up game I'll never win
@SheriffOG and @KidStranglehold what happened to.our prose thread?
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How I miss this thread? 
Some good stuff in here.
I'll throw up some of my stuff a little bit later, I write extensively whenever I get down time.
Some good stuff in here.
I'll throw up some of my stuff a little bit later, I write extensively whenever I get down time.
Blackrogue
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I know thread is about poetry but heres my mosaic from 13 year's ago
Re; be
Re:
Sleep; dream; sleep
Mornings wash up to my shore
With sunshine filtered through the waves of thoughts
A brand new melody…a new song awakes.
Kiss sunshine…kiss my toes
As I wade through the dawn of your throes
Better dream than weep.
Morning comes at the cost of sleep
And at the foot of day
Where I play
Be:
(Something to whisper when you wake up to me)
I'm here,
Children play near in the streets
Laughter to the clouds
Floats into our home.
I'm happy clear,
Where there's sunny nights and my dreams are near
My home is here (the seed is sown).
Its raining days
Where old friends are scattered like rays or salt in the sea of life
A blue feeling
Thoughts as heavy as clouds
Happy when I'm smiling (now)
An orange sun
A warm touch
Ice-cream Sundays after church
cc:
I love your name in threes,
Like a soft breeze.
I like sugar with my sunshine
Rainbows in my clouds
Fireflies during summer.
365 first days of spring
(Live to survive everything)
A meteor,
A splash of red in a black and white painting
A dash of you in my mood
Only cause its good... (And beautiful)
A:
And briefly cheat death even for goodhalf (of a day)
With snapshots of what's to come
You're number one in my world
(A childish melody we sing)
Soft sounds for each word we bring
Worlds we dream are fresh wounds
A lovely thing
A memory from yesterday
Brand new pictures
Childish play
Dancing in abandoned halls
Evenings all alone
Fading fragrance of fall
Gods' soul
Or:
Maybe just a beautiful woman
Whose sound is eloquence ;I can't escape
Who I crave her soft features
Her long legs...
Her stomach...
The curve of her back…
The arch of her neck...
The crack....
Of her eyes when she squints at me in dimmed lights
- They are brand new whispers
I:
Begin a love affair with your core; Finger paint clouds
Such lovely sin
To worship you through your skin
Is shades of browns and butter
Fluttering tones of blushing color
Is to dream
Ko:
When giddy with love and excitement destroys me
The night will come
The sky will fall
When we make love
Re; be
Re:
Sleep; dream; sleep
Mornings wash up to my shore
With sunshine filtered through the waves of thoughts
A brand new melody…a new song awakes.
Kiss sunshine…kiss my toes
As I wade through the dawn of your throes
Better dream than weep.
Morning comes at the cost of sleep
And at the foot of day
Where I play
Be:
(Something to whisper when you wake up to me)
I'm here,
Children play near in the streets
Laughter to the clouds
Floats into our home.
I'm happy clear,
Where there's sunny nights and my dreams are near
My home is here (the seed is sown).
Its raining days
Where old friends are scattered like rays or salt in the sea of life
A blue feeling
Thoughts as heavy as clouds
Happy when I'm smiling (now)
An orange sun
A warm touch
Ice-cream Sundays after church
cc:
I love your name in threes,
Like a soft breeze.
I like sugar with my sunshine
Rainbows in my clouds
Fireflies during summer.
365 first days of spring
(Live to survive everything)
A meteor,
A splash of red in a black and white painting
A dash of you in my mood
Only cause its good... (And beautiful)
A:
And briefly cheat death even for goodhalf (of a day)
With snapshots of what's to come
You're number one in my world
(A childish melody we sing)
Soft sounds for each word we bring
Worlds we dream are fresh wounds
A lovely thing
A memory from yesterday
Brand new pictures
Childish play
Dancing in abandoned halls
Evenings all alone
Fading fragrance of fall
Gods' soul
Or:
Maybe just a beautiful woman
Whose sound is eloquence ;I can't escape
Who I crave her soft features
Her long legs...
Her stomach...
The curve of her back…
The arch of her neck...
The crack....
Of her eyes when she squints at me in dimmed lights
- They are brand new whispers
I:
Begin a love affair with your core; Finger paint clouds
Such lovely sin
To worship you through your skin
Is shades of browns and butter
Fluttering tones of blushing color
Is to dream
Ko:
When giddy with love and excitement destroys me
The night will come
The sky will fall
When we make love
Sage wisdom beloved
Skin Deep
Harmonious struggle
A deep neuroursis
A feeling of melancholy fused to white hot anger
Like a steel bolt in the grasp of its steal beam confines that have just grazed by the sun
A feeling of wallowing through a room of mirrors all reflecting scorching light
As well as blinding darkness.
The feeling of loneliness peels at the skin of the freely imprisoned.
This harmonious struggle provides itself as a wonderful hellscape
Whats worse is that heaven is only skin deep.
Harmonious struggle
A deep neuroursis
A feeling of melancholy fused to white hot anger
Like a steel bolt in the grasp of its steal beam confines that have just grazed by the sun
A feeling of wallowing through a room of mirrors all reflecting scorching light
As well as blinding darkness.
The feeling of loneliness peels at the skin of the freely imprisoned.
This harmonious struggle provides itself as a wonderful hellscape
Whats worse is that heaven is only skin deep.
Voices
As I drift away in this fog of day
I hear the soft puttering of voices echoing throughout the chambers of my soul
Soft echoes of beings who as foreign to me as the realms across the sea
These voices speak to me, sooth me, relate to me yet dispose me to the reality of these "other" beings.
They pull me from the dull drum of heathentistic and decrepit reality and lull me into the fantasies and realities these other beings.
These voices are my escape from hell yet they are no guide to heathen.
These voices are my drop into the sun and yet they represent my desolation on the moon
As I drift away in this fog of day
I hear the soft puttering of voices echoing throughout the chambers of my soul
Soft echoes of beings who as foreign to me as the realms across the sea
These voices speak to me, sooth me, relate to me yet dispose me to the reality of these "other" beings.
They pull me from the dull drum of heathentistic and decrepit reality and lull me into the fantasies and realities these other beings.
These voices are my escape from hell yet they are no guide to heathen.
These voices are my drop into the sun and yet they represent my desolation on the moon
for making this thread. I have a shyt load of poems I have written since I was young. I remember when I was living in Louisiana, my English teacher made us write a poem that she entered into a poetry contest. I won 1st place, surprisingly.
Since then I couldn't help but write. I'll post some stuff later.
You're welcome and yes.