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Intimacy – Affordable Therapy for Broke Couples | Poem
Nothing else matters or exists I am alive, There At ease and the speed of life creeps to a stand still...There
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The Undeniable Bond Between Woman and Man | Poem
Today’s featured guest post is brought to you by Miss. KK. Enjoy! Midnight Interlude Lying next to me, hearing you breathe Sets me at ease… I draw back the sheets to admire you, your masculinity Drawn to how different you are from me Your body calls, eliciting a sweet response in the form of kisses A silent conversation ensues between us two You reach for me My Adam, your Eve And smile Amazed by how your eyes are shrouded by the shadows of moonlight *Sigh* …I love you – Miss. KK Miss. KK considers herself a true southerner at heart with an undying love for all things glazed and covered…
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What do you Appreciate Most About the Person You’re With?
Taken from a brotha and a sista who found love for the first time in a long time. Imagine having had stumbled across one bad relationship after another. Having dealt with nothing but drama, infidelity, and just pure heartache especially after loving hard and giving your all to a person. Now you’ve finally come across ‘The One’ and you’ve found that elusive smile. Enjoy this poetic expression. ‘Why Do I Love Thee?’ Why do I love her? She makes me smile every day and keeps my stomach fed She satisfies all my needs when it’s time for bed She’s easy on the eyes and her voice soothes me If I were to step…
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When the Fight Inside You is Bigger Than Your Fear | Poetry
You can punch me and you can kick me You can fool me and you can trick me But I still stand You can yell at me, you can curse at me You can throw all including the worst at me But I still stand You can chain me and you can whip me You can make me ‘runner-up-to-your-championship’ me But I still stand You can take away my aspirations and all my hopes You can have me feeling like I’m strung out on dope But I still stand You can take away all my jewels, my money and my cars You can leave me bruised, scratched, and full of…
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The One – What Your Parents Never Told you About Her | Poem
They say I am strong and unyielding with an emotional fortitude thats shielding, yet Her spirit weakens me. Armed with clarity and a firm grasp of reality, I navigate this unpredictable sea I call life, yet I constantly find myself lost in Her eyes. With every glance into the softly beckoning and disarmingly feminine dreamy windows of Her soul, she ensnares my spirit and catapults me into a dreamlike state of my own. Visions – of a future filled with memories, heartfelt “I Do’s” celebrated in ceremonies serenaded with songs of the innocence we long shed, but now welcome back into our lives as a testament of our love – consume me as I drift further into Her gaze.…
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A Look at the Struggles of a Young Black Man | Poetry
Everyday I wake up and feel so stressed Because I know today is going to be another huge mess Perhaps I should end it all and put myself to rest Perhaps an overdoes of pills or maybe a bullet to the chest I pray to God everyday hoping and waiting to be blessed I used to have a nice ride but that’s been repossessed On a daily basis my hair resembles a bird’s nest I only have one pair of shoes, I must confess I have lots of bills outstanding, but no money to pay them I can’t buy jewelry or fancy cars, all I can do is say them…
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A day in the Life of a Disgruntled Teacher | Poem
I’m observing a class… …where Ms. Johnson is losing control These kids never seem to do what they’re told Even the studious ones have suddenly turned cold For real though, they’re just being a bunch of a$$holes The few good students in the front had soon grew fear That the chances of them being picked on was looming dangerously near One butch-looking girl outright refused to do her work But she took the assignment paper anyway accompanied by a sly smirk So Ms Johnson glared at her and snapped, “Okay, let’s get on with it!” This heifer defiantly replied: “I ain’t doin’ this sh*t!” With that, she got up and…
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Lifestyles of the ‘Hood and Infamous | Poem
Violence, drugs, dilapidated conditions, a sense of weird harmony among peers, liquor stores, all placed in the ghetto. There are teens plagued with this problem on a daily basis, yet many people fail to understand why they are the way they are. Folks often judge and talk about how easy it is to get out. For some it’s a mute possibility. For others it’s more daunting and eventually they may succumb to this cut throat life style. Readers, let’s venture on a journey of a 16 year old who deals with this everyday. Enjoy. Walk a mile in my shoes… …and this is what you’ll see A barrel of…
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Why Growing up Fatherless Hurts More Than you Think | Poem
There have been many fatherless children growing up over the course of time whether it be by choice or other unfortunate circumstances. How many fathers come back in their child’s lives? Well check out this poem of a young man reuniting with his father for the first time since he was a child. ‘Why Daddy? – Growing Up Fatherless’ Daddy daddy where have you been? I haven’t seen you since I was the age of ten You abandoned us when we needed you way back when A lot has changed in my life since then I’m 30 years old now and all grown up I’m not a rapper but it’s…
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Has American Culture Gone too Far? | Poem
You ever look around and say to yourself, “That’s too much”, or “Things have gone too far, and need to stop”? Well here is my rendition of these things. This is a poem I wrote a few years back. Some of it is a bit dated but much of it rings true today. I call this one, “Too Many”. Enjoy. ‘Confessions of a Soul That’s Seen Too Many…’ Too many young ones walk the streets with no direction Too many tv commercials offer drugs to those who can’t get an erection Too many cities are segregated into rich and poor sections Too many children out there in need of love and…
