Best Actin Poems
This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.
Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...
Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with a comment that fits...
Then say, I can't write
or compose
demi-gods are out there
always breaking my (Bleeps...)
They say, I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin anything...
Contests
really tickle a muse
seems the hosts
and poet are truly confused...
A muse ain't fickle
just knows what it likes
if you can't relate
then yours may take a hike...
They say, I can't write
or compose
tappin on this keyboard
till my fingers are numb...
They say I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin anything...
Metaphor groupies
bow to the ground
ain't got a clue
of what the poem expounds...
But it's got image
and metaphors too
though I've seen better
on the walls of a loo...
They say, I can't write
or compose
everything I pen
is either weak or cliche...
Yeah I can't write
or compose
so I'm just sittin here typin...
Yeah I try to make it right...
Put the verbiage, in its proper place...
~Note~
I also write on another site as RunningWolves . On that site there some really rude poets who think they are Gods gift to humanity. They think everything they write is a masterpiece and are not shy about belittling people who's comments on their work aren't good enough for them. So, I wrote this for them.
So this has nothing to do with anyone on PoetrySoup.
See, I never claimed to be a poet, nor to have anything that even remotely resembles talent. I am just an simple guy playing at poet. anything I do that even seems like a talent is really just God's way of keeping me from making a total fool of myself... I guess you could say its on loan from God... Thank you!
Categories:
actin, anti bullying, funny, humor,
Form:
Lyric
Hey DADDY run as-fast-as-you can
You oughta-see-my-mama-oh-man
She dancin to a radio show
And bein kinda naughty-you-know
Never seen her actin this-way-before
Look she shufflin out-all-over-the-floor
It's a song that I ain-never-heard
And she just-said-one-of-them-ugly-words
Take me back to my radio days
Take me back to the simple old ways
Far away from the smoke and the haze
Take me back to my radio days
She shoutin "SING to-me-Rock & Roll-man
I could eat you right up-where-you-stand"
But she just-now-got-thru-eatin-her-lunch
Why she still wanting something-to-munch?
See I TOLD you, hey-what-is-this-pop?
Why you spinning her around like a top?
You-made-my-mama's-garter-belt show
And how the heck did your zipper-just-grow?
Take me back to my radio days
Take me back to the simple old ways
Far away from the smoke and the haze
Take me back to my radio days
One-mo-time-now-1,2,1-2-3...
*Hyphens inserted for rhythm purposes or how I heard it in my head
Categories:
actin, music,
Form:
Lyric
You've seen me by a million names,
You've read all about my pain,
but do you understand me? Do you know who I really am?
My head is pounding slightly,
Sometimes I lose my eyesight,
my body likes to destroy me. It doesn't much care who I am.
My tears slide down my cheeks,
my knees are actin pretty weak,
but do you really know me?
My home life is a mess,
I fall in love deeply and get depressed,
I speak in flowing words as if everything were nature,
My eyes are ever changing, untrusting and availing,
leading me down whatever path I must,
I've been a broken doll,
I've been a caged animal,
A million different things,
But do you really know me
Im faceless, Ever changing in your dreams
Categories:
actin, artme,
Form:
Yo Lauren,
From faith, to fugees, to fantastic lyrics against abortion and the senseless
extermination of black babies under the guise of family values making slave prisons for
profits.
I know your heart, as it spoke to a young brotha with a baby on the way, with way too much
to say, tryin’ to save the world, but still got bills to pay, trying to save souls at the
expense of his own sanity, crushed by the weight of Christian vanity.
Yo, Maybe Rasta,
Claimin’ Jersey, 20 minutes down the road on Columbia Turnpike, actin with sistas and
singin’ with saints.
My wife wants you back, but yo, wherever you are, I know your content in the bliss of
knowing that you raged against this machine that crushes dreams and when called by God to
live out of fame, out of the hip hop game, and into the sane sounds of worship. YOU
FOLLOWED!!!!
Categories:
actin, dedication
Form:
20:53] scorpiosquizzy14: iight hold on
[20:54] scorpiosquizzy14: two kids dat go to a drama high skoo
actin a fool tryna keep it cool
kisses and hugs in the corner
people in tha hallways screamin "Mrz.PONA"
but then comes out all the words
all these rumors everyone heard
then it leads to one big argument
try to forget
then regret for not talkin
fxck tha others they can continue there stalkin
becuz no matter how hard they try to tear them apart
they will always be together....by heart
Categories:
actin, sympathy, war,
Form:
Couplet
Listen....
Let me tell you a secret peep it
poetry is an art form, so intriguing.
Whether you're in solitude
or on stage speaking not speechless.
Poetic speeches teach the future's
young leaders many reasons
to lead the leadless to be leaders.
Knowledge, college scholars showered
with power make nonbelievers cowar.
Hardtimes tower over our life
and devour us from the inside-outward,
if we let it.
If we could....backtrack our tracks
to the past back when
elementary class was in session,
I'd take a different road
as an inacurate adolescent.
Back when....
grandmother was packin' a blessin'
in a black sac clappin and stressin'
cause young kids weapon clappin'
in da back of da black Lac
actin manish.
I'd be a....
doctor, an athletic athlete in a track meet,
a balla that packs Heat like Shaq.
A teacher, I'd be Puff Daddy
and remix 'Mo Money Mo Problems' featuring Aretha.
But remember, that's my secret,
shhh, don't tell anybody.
Categories:
actin, art, family, children, funny,
Form:
BOOM BOOM
give me some room
can't f***g breath
with all these gunpowder fumes
guns blastin off
like my mouth poppin to
shut the f*** up up b****
I wasn't talkin bout you
fell off for a minute
the wagon got crowded
much like my mind
and I couldn't allow it
had to jump off
before others got shoved
f*** all yal actin
like yal showin me love
I'm about to be trippin
on a vacation to take
go the wrong directions
that'll be my mistake
back to this blastin
pistol to mouth
you don't really know me
or what I'm about
so back the f*** off me
I just need space
keep comin around
and this pistol you'll taste
Categories:
actin,
Form:
Rhyme
Broken and Trippin
________________________
Why you be Trippin,
thought you were my homie
but I guess as it turns out
you just a phony.
Why ya be crying,
actin a fool
tryna be big
but your just a tool.
I thought we were tight,
family you know
but that's gone to hell
that's for damn sure.
We were thicker than blood,
but it shattered like glass
it took me by surprise
and then kicked my ass.
Sure my feeling was hurt,
but I guess that didn't matter
cause I'm sure in your head
you're rolling with laughter.
That's okay cuz,
what goes around, comes around
and everything that goes up
eventually comes down.
So when you think of our friendship,
how we ain't homies no more
just like I feel empty
I hope you're void to the core.
8/18/14- Jessica Thompson
Categories:
actin, betrayal, conflict, feelings, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
I’ve been thinking about you.
You know know know
Im hitting my all time low low low
Wonder how you’re dojng
Here there’s no point for proving
Baby, I just really care.
Baby, don’t act like it’s rare.
25 hours
8 days
You on my mind.
You got me lost with nothing to find.
You got me struck by cupid.
You got me actin stupid
You got me in love.
You, got me thinking you’re my angel from heaven up above.
You got me hurting.
My Heart—You got it pouring
Out in several little text messages,
Trying to call you, isn’t this a presage?
That you’re the one for me,
That we’re meant to be.
This you had me fooled.
Doing whatever for you like a mule.
Don’t see how you could be so cruel?
Saying go away forever,
When I though that’s how long we were gonna be together.
Not even a goodbye.
Leaving me with a Painful Lonely sigh
But I guess it’s my fault.
For opening up my vault.
For letting you in.
Let you begin
Where I end.
Guess I never should of called.
Got me cryin, startin to bawl.
Guess I shouldn’t of texted.
Shouldn’t of even messed with it.
But I miss you too death.
But I love you till my last breath.
It just became so hard.
After I showed you my last card.
I hope you understand,
I'll swim in the water, you keep the land.
Have a good happy life,
Without me as your wife.
Only the best for you,
I just wish you knew.
You're on my mind.
You got me lost with nothing to find.
You got me struck by cupid.
You got me acting stupid.
Categories:
actin, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Dang, chick, what happened?
Why you lookin and actin
Like a hoe?
No homo.
But I know so
That it ain't supposed to
Look like you're after
Ballers and rappers.
Chasing dollar signs
And lies
With your short shirts and tight jeans.
Can you even fit into them things?
I ain't tryin to be mean.
I'm just keeping it real,
Telling you how I feel
About your fake attitude,
Always actin rude,
Chasing some dude
In a bar
Because he drives a big, fast car.
I guess that's just who you are,
Another wannabe superstar.
We'll see how far
That takes you.
But you do you.
And I'mma do me.
And we'll see
Who ends up on top because I guarantee
You gone be lookin up to me
Wishing you had followed your dreams
Instead of greed.
Categories:
actin, funny, happiness, life, music,
Form:
Lyric
Never bite the hand that
feeds you.
Be careful not to burn bridges
you need to
cross again.
Let’s not pretend
you’re not the issue
when
it’s everybody but you.
Sacrifices they made for you,
but you forgot where you came from.
Actin like an edumacated fool-
dumb dumb.
Now, you want to apologize-
say you’re sorry-
Your eyes cry
lonely tears
feed your fears.
Think
before you speak.
Check your priorities too.
We so done
playin these games
with you.
05/02/2018
Categories:
actin, betrayal, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Dem Trini's is something esle
Ma still love dem
Proud to be one
Some thing we doo just kills me
Allyuh see something
allyuh want it
When yuh wake yuh bother ur child bout the ting
Help mih look for the ting
What ting mommy
De ting u know de ting for the ting
Nite cum allyuh liming
Allyuh go in allyuh blasted house
Having a big shot dinner allyuh go say
PAss de pepper sauce de
yuh tell me yuh gweing down de road
But yuh never cum bacc eh eh
Yuh gwein to a party yuh wearing all yuh gold
Send yuh down de road for rice
Yuh cum back wit a man
Take yuh to a party yuh actin wotless
De people takin long for yuh food
Yuh cursin n getin on
Wit all these things tht wat makes us trinis
We rell crazy
Categories:
actin, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Girl i ya unsure,the way i be sometimes
but dont u ever just relax,u the only one on my mind
with nobody else,why would i ever be?
because u my soul mate u already showed that to me
i love your eyes,brownest in summertime
u knowing just what to doi,to get you to smile
no more jealousy,only kisses in my favorite way
Nowadays,sad to say,everybody want to breakaway
nothings gonna make u fall from heaven,angel
nothing gonna ruin your day,sunshine
cuz if u do your part like ive done mine..
we should be just fine.
Cant I just hold u close,stop being strange
Insecurity,gotchu actin this way
Your hair turns gray,you have bad days
im still gonna stay,aint gonna change
you told me once before
almost to the door
you wanted something more
and i wasnt providing babe
because i was just getting close to your heart
back in those days i was inside it babe
now ive decided babe
nothing gonna make you fall from heaven,angel
nothing gonna ruin your day,sunshine
cuz if u do ya part like ive done mine
i can guarantee,
well be just fine.
Categories:
actin, faith, friendship, love,
Form:
Free verse
You all seem a bit bias and foolish in what you say
a true rapper dream is to change da worlds ways
You may consider this talent forlorn to skill
but it's an equal form of music that you could never kill
you come to your little group and hate artists expression
your i.q. and wisdom must be in a recession
in every lyrist there must be a livin poet
yall's sittin here actin like we can't show it.
and making music ain't about repeatin the past
if thats all you can do your name will never last
as far as write read and play have you seen da machine
it's an art to itself if you'd know if you've ever seen
you sittin in your fourm thankin ignorantly
we don't clown you just spit ours eloquently
If you can't respect art in it's entirety
shut the hell up for peace and serenity
Categories:
actin, music, on writing and
Form:
[Intro]
Capricorn Capicorn Capricorn, Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius, Pi-ces, Aries Aries
Aries, Taurus Taurus Taurus, Gem-i-ni, Cancer Cancer Cancer, Leo Leo Leo, Vir-
go, Libra Libra Libra, Scorpio Scorpio Scorpio, Sag-i-tar-ius (repeated throughout
song)
[Verse 1]
Keep an eye out and make sure you look around, I got a small hunch that i'ma
find what i'm searchin' for. That prime king B that knows just how to please me,
i'm aaskin every guy i see his name and his sign, if he got the lucky answers i'ma
have to make him mine
[Chorus]
Boy whats goin' on wit you i'm tryna get to chill wit you, Whats yo name and
whats yo sign because you shonuff fine, it's the zodiac attraction, zodi-zodiac
attrac-tion
[Verse 2]
I'm glad that you caught me now because i'm feelin' real good, or maybe bein'
next to you got me feelin' hot, you send out these sexy vibes and got me wantin'
you more and more,and more and more,and more and more and more, man
whats goin' on wit me, why am i actin like this? yo sign is callin' to me i can't help
myself
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Just bring your hand to mine thats all that it will take, to set this fire to a
spark,we've got a special bond and thats the zodiac bond
[Chorus]
Categories:
actin, love, passion, song-me, me,
Form:
Lyric