Best Biggie Poems


Premium Member Omg Whatever

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Oh - Emm - Geeeee !!!

Who me??

OMG!...I'm gonna wig out, doing this poem!!
A ditz like me writing for a freakin’ contest, no less!!!??
You gotta be kiddin' me !!!    Holy fricassee!!

No Way. Jose' !! I'm such a space cadet....OMG !! I’m spazzing out!!
Well...geeze, then..... like,  I get this head rush...
I'm getting majorly stoked, ya know?..Like...maybe I’ll give it a shot?...

Still...ya know..., whaddif I, like, totally bombed it!!? OMG!!
I mean, like, ya know how all them other poets?...
Well....like they are so classic...like, ya know?...so awesomely rad!?
Like... say, they eyeball mine, and bustin’ up, they scream…
   "Gag me with a spoon?!! CHECK OUT THIS FREAKIN’ GROSS POEM!”

Well,what the hay,.... ..no biggie, guess it wouldn't such a bummer...
yeah......well, shoot, they can call me a loser......who gives a rip??

So, I figure, like ....Whatever, dude!!
Okay, now, I'm totally pumped,...ya know? 

Waddif it’s ends up freakin’ sweet?  Oh, Pleeeease!!!
Like a win, geeze that would be majorly...rad!!!
I KID YOU NOT!  OMG !!! I'm so SURE !!  YEAH RIGHT,….AS IF!!!!! 

Man, I’m so clueless …hmm.  how do I even start this freakin' essay?

so, like....here goes...okay? 

Ya' say they won't like it, huh??.. HUH ???  Ya' think??

Tell em to go take a chill pill!!


Duhhhh........!!!!?  WHATEVER!!




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Just for fun!:  For the Slang Contest 
(and be sure....this isn't how I normally talk LOL !!)





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Categories: biggie, funny,
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Newest Addition


The newest addition to my family
My bro-in-law christened him Milo
Another named him Jimmy
He’s more like a Chuckie
to me—driving me loco
The greenest eyes
He’s pretty lucky
He loves pink salmon 
and playing catch
with crumpled paper I toss,
the unwanted poems I scratch
Biggie (aka) needs weight loss
I tumbled as I stepped over him,
A simple little thing
By eliminating gravy ‘til he gets slim
Pet adopting
It’s what the New Year will bring
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: biggie, animal,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Bad Grammar

Grammar

When it comes to grammar
I always break the rules
I am from the old school
I never adhere to the “do and don’t
 I am a devious character indeed... oh! guess what!

 My Dali lama teaching
Was never influential because
Nothing else matters to me

I am who I am 
Prose and complete
And most of the time
 Politically or grammatical incorrect
Whatever, or whoever I am.
 I am a poetess with a mean ***** switch

my main focus is to get my point across
Artful and prose; I play the devil’s advocate
Guilty as charge, I am in charge of my anthology 
No outsiders can never curve my pen
To construct a well written poem

When I am on a roll I never stop to compose
Or worry about starting my sentences with “and our but”
Even if it makes me clunky; no biggie that me 
I have no intention of offering a toast
or pretend I am your host at your table.

I am the artful dodger, I know how to submit and watch
As my pen become public enemy number one.
                    (mostly to some)

Sorry my master! My mentor, Dali lama (my conscience)
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May I examine my mind in all actions?
And as soon as a negative state occurs,
Since it endangers me and others,
May I firmly face and avert it. :  Quote Dali Lama
Categories: biggie, people, me, me,
Form: Narrative

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Gangsta Rap Poetry

I'm just having fun, but no doubt someone will take this serious
I'm about to take you on a lyrical experience
I'm having fun with words, like when a baby first starts reading books
Saying I'm good at rhyming, Is like saying Mike Tyson packs a decent punch
I best mention the Kardashians other wise you'll have trouble keeping up
Me with a pen is more dangerous than Michael Myers on Halloween when he starts slashing with the knife
Telling me I can't rhyme, is the biggest mistake you've made since you let your ex Back in to your life
Speaking of exes, will someone please date mine
I promise she'll give you a great time
I'll pay for the date, its all on me
All I ask, is please be good enough to get her to stop calling me
I love Hip Hop, and yeah I know I'm white
Please be creative and tell me how I'm the new Vanilla ice
Or how I should walk right back across 8 mile
I could have thrown this into my waste pile
But I just wanted to write some joke lines and have some fun
Sick of hearing rappers talk about drugs and how they pack a gun
"yeah I'm Bad. I'll make this Uzi Squirt"
You don't know who Nas is, And think the greatest rapper is Lil Uzi Vert
Or some other mumble rapper with lame rhymes
You deserve to have Biggie and Big Pun sit on you at the same time
Some guy called Young Thug is wearing dresses
That's not something I have a problem with
My problem is
There's so much going on in the world and these rappers are scared to address it
What happened to Hip-Hop when rappers would share a message?
Nas, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick, I could name so many more
Now its a bunch of dudes who sound the same with empty thoughts
I'd pretend to be from the hood and blast guns but I'd fail
I'd rather be the real me, and I'm far too cute to go to Jail
I just love Hip Hop and the way it used to be
You always get the truth from me
someone tell Rihanna I'm ready to give her the best 30 seconds of her life
Tell her she'll only regret it if I become a legend when I die
Knowing she could of had me
This is my last piece of paper, I'm now pad free
I was watching rap battles on YouTube, So took you on this lyrical experience
I'm just a poetical lyricist
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: biggie, fun, funny, rap, words,
Form: Free verse

Ode To Tupac

Flava flav, Run DMC,
Digital Underground.
The early 90's I found hip hop.
I found poetry..
Langston Hughes, led to 
Tupac Shakur.
Do you remember "Jada"
and "When ure hero falls"

Flamboyant, charismatic,
scholastic, 
a ghetto philosopher..
"Thug Life", "2Pacolipse"
I heard you, I felt your pain,
your struggles...
"All Eyes on me" 
and my favorite,
Makaveli...
You inspired me.
many have lost resolve to me, 
by your collaboration with Jodeci.
"Me and my Girlfriend" 
A masterpiece...

Tupac and Biggie,
friends turned vicious enemies.
Five shots, 
an attempted murder plot 
brought conflict and 
a Bill Boards top ten spot...
interactions with Faith,
enhanced Biggies rage
"West coast, East coast"
beef took center stage....
Yet through all of your controversy
you would shock and amaze.

God has judged you my friend!!
I see you in white, sharp
with a glass of "Thug Passion".
When I meet my fate,
I'll see you with Nas 
chillin', 
in "Thugs Mansion"

I love you Pac!!

     This poem is dedicated to one of the greatest artists of all time.
    Tupac Shakur will never be forgotten, his message inspired many 
before and after his death.... The name Tupac Shakur will always live on..
                June 16th 1971--- September 13, 1996
 
                            RIP, we miss you Pac!!! 
 
Jared Pickett
6/10/2010 
Asavvy1

This poem has been written for Raul Moreno's Tupac Shakur contest.....
Enjoy my friend!!!!!
Categories: biggie, dedication,
Form: Ode

Hip Hop Saved My Life

Growing up in care I never had my family by my side
I was damaged and lost as a child
Hood up to hide my face and I would never smile
But Hip Hop saved my life

Heard the Marshall Mathers LP when I was 8 years old
I only understood the swearing and was too young to compare flows
But I was enticed by it and instantly became a fan
I became such a big fan of Marshall, My parents should have named me Stan

I was already a fan of Tupac, Em, 50, G-Unit, Xzibit and the main big rappers
But as soon as I became 13 my life wouldn't be the same after
Let me talk about the album that made me fall in love with Hip-Hop
I hadn't heard of him, but brought the Documentary by the game at my local CD shop

I played it from start to finish, and loved every song
It was from that moment, I knew hip hop was the place I belonged
Hip-Hop gave me a feeling I didn't know, as I'd never known love
Age 14 I went and studied, Rakim, Nas, Big Pun, Big L, and Bone thugs

Ebonics by Big L will teach you about the slang
Mobb deep taught me there's no such thing as halfway crooks
I love Hip-Hop too much to become a slave in Nas's rhyme book
Hip-hop was in my blood, because i share the same birthday as Method man from wu tang

They grew up on the crime side
I went back and studied wu tang to get my rhymes right 
N.W.A are the most important Hip-Hop group of all time
You won't understand lyrics by Nas and Lupe Fiasco if you have a small mind

All day, every day I had Hip-Hop playing
Half the time I didn't have a clue what Twista was saying
Scarface Should be given a lot more credit and respect
When it comes to storytelling, Masta ace and Slick Rick are 2 of the best 

No DMX slander shall ever prosper in my presence
Eazy E, Pac, Biggie, Left eye, Soulja Slim, Proof, just paying tribute to some fallen Hip-Hop legends
Crooked I, Charles Hamilton, and Cassidy are the freestyle kings on the Mic
Jadakiss has never spit a bad verse in his life

But Styles P is the best member of the Lox
I'll never love anyone as much as I love Hip-Hop
I have a lot more to say, but I'll save that for another write
I'll always be thankful because Hip-Hop saved my life
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: biggie, dedication, deep, desire, devotion,
Form: Free verse


Gucci Gang

If I hear Gucci Gang one more time I'm going to go insane
I went from being a tortured poet, to a music artist's music leaving me in pain
Repeating the same words for 2 minutes, you leave most poets pens ashamed
Out of all the new rappers, I couldn't tell you ten names
They're all the same, rapping about nonsense
Oh you take drugs and brag, thank you for the context
I'd rather listen to Nas, Rakim, Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar and stuff more complex 
Lil Pump is as talented as an orange
Does he even speak a real language? Because everything sounds Foreign 
Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, Big Pun, Eminem, Tupac, Bone Thugs N Harmony were the best people
Lil Pump, Young Thug, Soulja Boy, and most these new rappers make me jealous of deaf people
At least if I was deaf I wouldn't have to hear what they say
But they mumble their words so I can't make it out anyway
a dictionary of words, and these fools use the same 10 words in every song
These days rappers are all the same, there's no edgy one 
I'm 25, but grew up on Jadakiss, Fabolous, 50 Cent, Game, and Wu Tang
So forgive me for not caring about these drug addicted bragging rappers with their new slang
Holding on to 80's 90's and early two thousands Hip-Hop so I won't lose touch
But I can't believe half the nonsense I'm hearing from this new stuff
When these rappers come on you have to Mute it
The best new rappers, are Cole, Kendrick, Nino Bless, Locksmith and Joyner Lucas
Sometimes holding on is good, but you need to know when to remove the hand
Which is now, because I'm going to go insane the next time I hear Gucci Gang
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: biggie, fun, funny, identity, parody,
Form: Free verse

An Alphabet of Talent

Fred Astaire was king of tap
Biggie Smalls was huge in rap
Carson (Johnny)ruled TV
Dylan’s songs are poetry
Elvis made the girls all swoon
Frank Sinatra loved to croon
Greta Garbo hid from sight
Hitchcock gave us all a fright
Isaac Hayes’ voice dips low
Johnny Depp steals every show
Kenny G can blow that sax
Larry David can’t relax
Michael Jackson changed his face
Norah Jones embodies grace
Oscar Wilde wrote books and plays
Peter Falk had piercing gaze
Quincy Jones finds music stars
Raitt (That's Bonnie) rocks guitars
Sally Field lights up the screen
Tony Kushner nails each scene
Uma Thurman makes men drool
Viggo’s talented and cool
William Shatner’s still around
Xin Xin Xiong in films is found
Yoko Ono married John
Zach Braff’s big on Amazon

All this talent, A to Z
Keeps us entertained, agree?


for Cyndi MacMillan's ABC Couplet contest
Categories: biggie, art, people,
Form: Couplet

Empty Womb

I was born to a mommy just as sweet as can be
she kept me warm and safe
held me close, she never stopped loving me

"when I grow up Im going to be just like you"
have a baby to love 
feel the other side of that special bond so true

but the world works in mysterious ways
good people will lose
while terrible mothers have their babies taken away

a womb destroyed by cancer given to me at birth
never given a chance
to experience the natural way of things here on earth

"so what","no biggie", "you'll make a great aunt" they say
your brothers having a baby
come on, let's celebrate this truly is a joyous day!

what's wrong? aren't you happy? there's so much planning to do
the baby will be here soon 
we're all so happy and you should be too

mommy's planning a baby shower for my sister in law
she'll be a grandma soon
why should she lose out because of my serious flaw

but she doesn't understand why I'm so blue
having to watch mommy
doing all the things she should be doing with you

I try so hard to put on a happy face rather than pout
but I'm just not strong enough
when its tearing me up from the inside out

can I ever stop mourning the baby that will never be
my broken womb
forever destitute, childless and empty.
© Lizzy Love  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: biggie, absence, baby, birth, body,
Form: Tail-rhyme

Being Green Is Not the Easiest Thing

Let's Have Some Fun Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance

I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing, 
    a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.

Yesterday Fozzie got a job singing at Shamrock Bar,
    I told him I would drive cuz' it's not very far.

Out ran Rizzo the rat, stood like a deer in headlights,
    I wanted to see Ms. Piggy later...oh, of all the nights!

Swerved and crashed into Rowlf's juniper dog house,
    "oh I can't believe that annoying little mouse!"

Rowlf had the company of Animal and Gonzo,
    what a sight to see Gonzo with an emerald afro!

We walked in to find a parakeet sleeping in moss,
   "oh man, my arm hurts! It's about to fall off!"

I heard, “ARG! RAH!” Animal threw me a frozen lime,
   I thought, “ will this really help? Pain is shooting to my spine!”

Then Scooter ran out with pickles, pears and olives,
    Swedish Chef “Shmuf shaf”, was cooking basil and sage omelets!

I saw Staler and Waldorf cracking jokes in the balcony,
    "I'm getting so annoyed, this is not the time for comedy!"

And who would have thought they would be the best greeters?
    A first aid kit came out from Dr. Bunson and Beaker!

"Geez, I am feeling a little better, this injury is no biggie,
    in walks my concerned lover, the bossy diva Ms. Piggy!

I'll admit being green is not the easiest thing, 
    a frog looks very silly in a broken arm sling.


Different Shades Of Green Used: 1. Shamrock  2. Juniper  3. Emerald  4. Parakeet
5. Moss 6. Lime  7. Pear  8. Olive  9. Basil  10. Sage


~Date Written : March 1, 2016~
Categories: biggie, giggle, green, silly,
Form: Couplet

Paradise:Lost

felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity missing the bigger picture
you i barely knew, appearing on every vista
i appreciate the support, but what i need is love
tho truth may hurt, better than all of the above
i trusted you cause you represent something ive never done,
who knew that two can prove to be better than one or
first in a place, never won a sum,
bygones gone and a couple of puns
we let the honey run till sweet enough touch
beat around the bush, no rush
it got hotter but the wetaher didnt change 
not a cloud in the sky or a drop of blame
no need for a why whenw e had an x
we gotta where we wanted then decided what next

no matter where i go 
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely 
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february

february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling better each step of the way

if theres a problem we can talk and double check
nothing we cant solve with an embrace and kiss to the face or neck
i love you more than ode and penelope. maria odb
or lil kim and biggie
thank the gods we aint in a greek tragedy
or sometime before 19 sixty
for what is feminin
sent me to my questionin
i quickly collected evidence, respect
exactly what i expected, experiencing the extension
my seconds, perspective as my lessons
i remember when im stressing
to fit into my senses, lower my defenses
soothing if theres tenseness, leaving room for suggestion
did i mention that youre precious
a gift of personal appreciation, when we regard eachother
in highest celebration shared by lovers, so more than any i thank you
for willing to get as close as you do
i hope for you the complimentary is true
im sure if it wasnt we can talk it through its coo
right there is reason why i call you boo

no matter where i go 
over land and sea
id rather have you cause one is lonely 
keep me company
three not necessary
feels real comfy
has since february

february march april may june july august in a day
the longer we go the more we grow
feeling beter each step of the way
Categories: biggie, girlfriend-boyfriend, introspection, nostalgia, romance,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Courting

A man went a-wooing a lassie
ill at ease with a great biggie
his face all blushing
and him stuttering
she thought him to be quite wacky
Categories: biggie, humor,
Form: Limerick

Ferguson

Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem:  Ferguson 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/2014


America,

Hands Up
Don't Shoot!

Young
 black males
are dying,

faster than
seconds
on a
clock,

and
nothing is done

Just
another
young brother
GONE -

They killed Pac, 
In Vegas
nothing was done

They killed Biggie
In LA
nothing was done

They killed Oscar Grant,
In Oakland,
(at Fruitvale station)
nothing was done

They killed, Trayvon 
In Sanford, Florida
nothing was done

Hands Up
Don't Shoot!

Wake up
America!

Open 
your eyes,

see the
pattern 
here?

Hands Up 
Don't Shoot!

Young  black males
are 
being murdered
and 
their cases run  cold -

While
the  killer lives another
day,

to murder another
young
black male -

Hands Up
Don't Shoot!

They killed Michael Brown,
In Ferguson
Will something be done?

They killed Kajieme Powell,
In St. Louis 
Will something be done?

Their
is a 
pattern here -

and
it's Vile
as 
Vomit,

across 
the Red, 
White, and Blue -

Hands Up
Don't Shoot!

They killed Sean Bell
In Queens
nothing was done

They killed Mac Dre
In Kansas City
nothing was done

Hands Up
Don't Shoot!

America,

We Want Justice -
© Ken Jordan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: biggie, abuse, black african american,
Form: Prose Poetry

Hi-Flyer Pat 2

Man those problems seem so petty compared to what I've been dealing with lately,
I wake up from an apocalyptic nightmare to find out I can reverse time,
No biggie, I can just reach out my hand and magic happens, time to go stop crime!
I mean on paper it sounds super cool like I've been created by Stan Lee,
But I could've done without nightmarish vision of the world crashing down around me,
What if I'm some secret government experiment on a top secret mission to infiltrate Arcadia Bay's educational infrastructure? Thanks Illuminati,
And come to think of it you know who'd love being next to a giant tornado? Jim Cantore,
But at least my days of missing the perfect shot are gone with my new time traveling abilities,
OOH! My superhero alias can be "Max Caulfield, artistic visionary",
Now if only I had a mask whenever I perform my superhero duty,
Like standing up to security guard bullies or...spilling paint on Victoria,
It's weird I actually know next to nothing about my power, can I fast-forward to infinity?
So far I've only used it to create my own phantasmagoria,
But I did save a life today,
My old best friend Chloe who after five years apart is still rescuing me when I'm being attacked,
Ironic that I'm the one with superpowers yet still needs to be saved,
Today's been so insane I swear if it's not mountains of homework it's a gun-wielding maniac,
Why can't my life just be normal again,
I want to go back to innocent thoughts of "ooo sunset you're looking pretty this evening, say cheese!",
And worrying about pop quizzes in science or working up the courage to talk to Mr. Jefferson,
Now I'm riding passenger in my blue-headed anarchist best friend's junky pickup truck trying not to go crazy,
Compared to your average teenage girl my life is strange.
Categories: biggie, adventure, friendship, journey, world,
Form: Rhyme

These Brick Bound Boxes

these brick bound boxes 
fill this equinox of smart headed people
of these independent achievable people
critical analysts of this 21 century 
ready to be presentable to the unmighty 
smaller population of antisocial teenage children
willing them to be

not to be free, but inside these brick bound boxes
that fill the human intelligence with total
literate irrelevance to who we should be
to who can be 

ultimately like them
filled in these brick bound boxes
with mental instimulance
of a mix of lies, creation and motives
see, I don’t have a problem with any of them

just these brick bound boxes that hold them
hold this unforgettable willing mind 
of someone we chose to leave behind 
in these brick bound boxes

that encompass first the mind and then the soul
but who wants all this control?

society can speak of a whole.
an incredible strong mental image
of how life is to be--
within these brick bound boxes.

My life isn’t based in these brick bound boxes
but it soon will
creating a song of the monotone dead
longing to be passed on from generation to generation
but can't you see

can't you forget that this is not who we ought to be
unless we need to spontaneously combust
in this equinox till it metastasizes
catastro sizes to an everlasting dust
even you must ought to smell the musk.
 
So tell me, how do thee?
how do thee live with these brick bound boxes
filling up every empty not-yet-set concrete whole
implying of who you are before you could even
have some kind of control over yourself

its swept under the rug.
no biggie, you're just a kiddie
no actual value to this reality 
yet before you can buy alcohol

and I’m someone to sound big
I just don’t want to fill these lonely brick bound boxes
where the death of every living will cease to be a beginning
in this equinox of the everlasting dust,
so do you must, live in these brick bound boxes?
Categories: biggie, baseball, beach, betrayal, body,
Form: Free verse
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