Best Fightin Poems
what's goin on here
yeah yo hot momma and yo soul sistah
fightin and freakin
smilin then pic-pac-pic-pac wrestlin
and you makin me go go go
to start another smokin show,
c'mon lousy dudes
bombin away from all the swoosh
stinkin candy messin down usher soup
if ya ain't in the groove, go darn losers..move!
better hip it up sloppy studs
ya , ya wazzup, monster burpin blobs
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( geez...i'll understand if you want to clobber me... lol!)
...for PD's hilarious " my worst poem ever"
and #1 poem contest
At my own admission I've grown black hearted, Find it hard to cry for the dearly departed. I've started with myself and made no difference...
my reflection ain't healthy I've been plagued by ignorance. An insignificance to that shown by my people offering deliverance.
Belligerent my mind state, no room for benevolence. I'm gonna times fate by two and make my own destiny. Remember without you there is no me!!
Contemplation on occassion as and when neccasary, no abrasions mental and or physical. Raisin like im spiritual on the mountian gazin like im quizical, I ain't doubtin I been dazin lyrical too busy blazin that's not critcal. Don't be phazin past the miracle.
Far from superior closer to inferior goes some way to explaining why my message isn't clear to ya. Far from delirious nah man, this is serious!
Remains 2 be seen weather its imperious. Far from laughin this materialistic gapping will drive us appart and continue trappin.
Can't be scared to talk bout it. We're conditioned in a way in which we doubt it.
So in ya face its a disgrace. I need a bit of saving grace. Saving face be paving waste, am I misbehaving as lm gaining pace? The blames in place and its plain in taste. We can only learn if we share with eachother!
Sounds disearning coming from a non-veteran brotha, discova the soul ja in me. I ain't on the front line wouldn't want to be. What they fightin for!? Territories, minerals to fuel our principles. I'd like to appoligise for being so cynical. This is a perfect time to take an interval.
you gotta join in the struggle for the ill-gotten gains
of the movers and the shakers on the streets Wall and Main
we will take what we are due like the Sioux we'll count coup
on the heads of the masters and their double-talkin pastors
on the bankers and their chumps and the phonies on the stumps
on the bosses in their offas and the supers in the sweats
no more settlin for the scraps at the foot of the table
no more truck-wide income gaps ablin biddies to wear sable
at the time that we have won they will know that they are done
and we'll be sittin pretty like Scarface own the city
and the ones who called us chums they'll be fightin for our crumbs
wonderin how the heck that happened while they're suckin on their thumbs
(chorus)
first restitution
then redistribution
sweet retribution
if we don't stick together like those birds of a feather
we will never take our place on the seat of the throne
where who you want you can punish and the rest throw a bone
we never planned this,
we never tried.
ur a sister, my sister;
and i still ask y.
all the fightin & noise
and pullin hair,
ur a sister, my sister;
and its just not fair.
we r sisters & sometimes
i regret it
yet bcuz of u,
i will never 4get it!
but ...
through our ups & our downs,
this much is true:
ur a sister, my sister;
and i still love u!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEDICATED TO MY SISTER ADRIANNA CASTANEDA THAT I LUV SO MUCH
Ppl aroun my age disgust me
All dey kno is $, guns, appearance & Frontin
Fightin, wolfn & cussn
Outside w/no house trainin like dey mama aint tawt em nun
Dey jus show dey butts 2 c who lookin
& neva think bout da outcome, dats y so many lives r tooken
Ppl aroundmy age luv frontn
talkn bout dey getn $ & dey got haters wen dey aint got nun
not even that lil piece of hope (a diploma) 2 allow dey self 2 b sumn
but naw dey wana hang wit dey "buddies"
wen 1/2 gon be buried 3ft deep on top of sumbody
and tha otha 1/2 gon b sumbody's punk (evrybody dont get lucky)
Ppl aroun my age always wonder y
Y dey cant have dis n dat like da next guy
Failin 2 realize u gotta try
Nothin is givn less ya work 4 it while ya knees 2 da dirt
fingertips 2 ya chin n ya eyes 2 da sky
Ima give tha world my heart b4 i die
I want a change so it starts w/me
I cant do it alone so Ima need u 2 b like twitter n follow me
I want u 2 kno wat goin on nside
I want da world 2 hear Chi-town's Cry
There's one simplle rule that a writer should know,
that is when you can tell and when you should show,
so armed with this thessis I took up the task
of one page of showing, not too much to ask.
I searched for examples of showing not telling,
checking grammar and context, punctuation and spelling,
I tried to describe through the use of each sense
to express inner feelings and emotions intense.
To walk all alone on a hot summer's day,
to inhale the aroma of of newly mown hay,
to acknowledge the drift of some hot burning meat
as the barbecues sizzle with fare fit to eat.
To listen intently for Nature's own words
in harmony whispered by streams, trees and birds,
the rustle of leaves gently moved by the breeze,
the cows in the field at their post-milking ease
unaware of their future, what their fate is to be,
next year on the barbie to be servrd up for tea?
My thoughts turn to town and the crowds and the rush
so harshly compared to the idyllic hush,
no commuters to fightin the dash for the train,
no panic to fight should I miss it again
the body in trim trained to push and to shove,
but tired, much too tired to make physical love.
To make love in the mind, Ah, the pleasure untold
kiss goodbye to the mundane, be adventurous and bold
in the soft silken sheets of the four-poster bed
with butterfly kisses from the toe to the head,
lost in a trance in a world of you own
all senses reeling, inhibitions all flown.
To describe these events when emotions are welling,
what happens next? Oh! That would be telling.
Verse 1:
Taking money out my pocket,
Spendin how ya wanna.
Want the money and the fame,
Screaming california.
But I can't do these things.
Baby if you want me,
You betta act like it.
'Cause I don't wanna leave.
Chorus: (2x)
I'm inside your heart,
I don't know where to start.
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
Control this Gravity?
Bridge:
Until you love me,
Until you see me.
Don't come botherin me, (baby)
Don't come botherin me.
Verse 2: (Ciarah Lee)
You ain't got no say in my life,
Live it how I wanna.
Tryna avoid all the stress drama,
needin closure.
And if you still wanna part,
Shonuff.
I just don't owe you at all.
(You owe me)
*Chorus*
Verse 3: (Ciarah Lee) Rap
Here we go stressin again,
Why it's like I'm the only one who is?
The conflict gets in my subconscious,
and I'm just fightin myself for confidence, I'm
Always gettin hurt.
Then I doubt myself questioning my self worth,
I get mad then wanna use more than just words,
sometimes I wanna be the one to give what they deserve.
But naw, Be a better person,
You get your point across without cursin,
I haven't come this far for no purpose,
I guarantee you call after a lurkin,
Use wisdom as a diversion,
Lack of will cause things to worsen.
Be the version of the surface you wish
to come back on you don't be workin, I Be
So pure and genuine with all my interactions,
But I don't get it in return 'cause people always taxin.
Try to find peace,
But people aim to be distractions.
Confront with compassion to cleanse my inner madness.
I used 2 think I know what I wanted out of my confused soul/
I want not what I have ,I want what I never had/
I want my time 2 stop, yet it still continues 2 go/
I strive 2 be good but almost always end up in the bad/
Livin in this American Struggle I was once happy, now seems like Im forever sad/
Im a man of values and peace but find myself in corruptness and fights/
In prison I had many dark days and very few bright nights/
No matter how wrong I was I am still 100% right/
Im searchin for inner peace but find myself so self-conflicted/
I want this but rather have that, Im so self-contradicted/
I find my heart fightin lovely thingz my soul so badly hated/
I want 2 be normal but find my talents by so many overrated/
I find it so easy 2 forsake that I rarely myself ever forgive/
My mind wants 2 die while my heart still wants to live/
I want to be recognized that I go unnoticed and lose track of the real me/
So I came 2 a concept of appreciating the fact that Im now free/
Now I just want to kick back an be me....
My best friend has multiple sclerosis at the age of 31,
Every minute someone commits suicide,
Will he make it?
If I pray hard enough will God heal him?
Would it be fair for God to heal him, when so many others have laid immovable in torment?
These tears, are they effective?
Do they have meaning?
When I die, will I understand the things that at present elude me?
Or will I simply fade away?
Ya Never Know what can happen,
But I for one, say bring it on!!
Cause if I go out, I'm goin' out fightin!!
a pen and a pad is how it began
my life submerged onto some paper
as my soul bled thru black ink
not knowing of what to do or to think
it was as if my hand had a mind of its own
as if something in me had been unleashed
soon i stopped fightin and let go
and my ink spoke words that i didnt even kno
it screamed louder than i ever spoke
once a silent storm but now an earthquake
it was amazing to me how many people actually felt the earth shake
didnt know if i was jus speaking poetically or poetically speaking
theres a difference i know now
cause i realized after the breath i took after that first ink was done
that that previous battle of finding myself
just was won
SOMETIMES I FEEL STUCK W/NO POSSIBILITIES
LIKE IM ALONE CUZ NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME
I KNO IM RARE CUZ THERE'S NO ONE LIKE ME
MIMICKIN IS NOT AN OPTION CUZ DEN U'LL HAVE 2 GET INSIDE OF ME
FLOW THRU MY VEINS WIT EASE
RUSH 2 MY HEART N STAY
LIVE IN MY BRAIN
LEARN Y I'M NOT HEALIN
OTHA THEN DAT U'LL NEVA KNO WAT IM FEELIN
I CAN HIDE MY CARES N WORRIES UNTIL DEY START SUBSIDIN
I GOT A LOT OF THINGS INSIDE OF ME THAT I'VE BEEN HIDIN
EMOTIONS THAT I'VE BEEN FIGHTIN
SO I FOUND MY OUTLET N SO I KEEP WRITIN
I DNT CARE IF THE NEXT PERSON LIKES IT
OR IT DOESNT SOUND RIGHT
CUZ ITS THE TRUTH FROM MY HEART
I'VE NEVER WROTE IN PENCIL
CUZ IF I HAVE 2 ERASE IT WASNT REAL
U CANT REWRITE MISTAKES N LIFE RIGHT?
U JUS HAVE 2 MOVE ON
DA INK REPRESENTS EVERYTHIN I'VE DONE WRONG & RIGHT
& HOW I LIVE W/NO REGRETS SO IF I MAKE A MISTAKE...N I WILL
I'LL NEVA TRY 2 ERASE IT
AND 4 A MOMENT I FEEL ALRIGHT
CUZ I GOT SUMTHINGS OFF OF MY CHEST & MIND
I TRY NOT 2 TAKE THINGS 4 GRANTED
SO Y AM I TAKEN?
I HAVE LOVE N MY HEART BUT I WANT 2 EXCHANGE IT
I HAVE FEAR IN MY EYES BUT U CANT SEE IT
I KEEP MY HEAD REAL LOW SO I DONT GET QUESTIONED
I HATE WEN I HAVE 2 EXPLAIN Y PPL HAVE BEEN SO SELFISH
THEY MAKE ME HAPPY THEN TAKE MY HAPPINESS WEN THEY LEAVE
PPL DID SOME THINGS 2 ME U WOULDN'T BELIEVE
BUT FROM MY PAST I LEARN N DEN TRY 2 REFRAIN
TRYIN NOT 2 DO DA SAME THINGS AGAIN
TRYN NOT 2 CRY CUZ I'VE BEEN BETRAYED
I HATE 2 CRY SO I'LL START WRITIN AGAIN
I LOVE 2 WRITE CUZ IT TELLS ME ABOUT ME
LIKE THE THINGS I THINK I KNO ABOUT MYSELF
AND EVEN THE THINGS I DONT SEE
WHEN I WRITE ITS LIKE IM BI-POLAR
I HAVE MULTIPLE PERSONALITES CUZ I NEVA WRITE BOUT DA SAME FEELINGS
BUT THEY'RE ALL ME
GLUE A PEN 2 MY HAND CUZ I'LL NEVA STOP WRITIN
IT DA 1 THING DAT MAKES ME....HAPPY
i hate to say it but it needs to be said, noone lives forever and inevitably we will all be dead. and sent to heaven or hell wutever it might be, nobody really knows but someday we will all see. and another thing this world is made of lies if its not the government its our friends changin sides pouluting the air flip floppin everywhere life aint fair nobody really cares and **** aint easy you gatta work to get somwhere. bandage up them scars and shoot for the stars and never let anyone tell you who you are . but we all wont reach the mountains peak and we all wont get all that we need. cuz its cold outside and lifes a bumpy ride even tho we try we wont find wuts on the other side. of the horizon but we keep drivin and fightin then in the deep end we start divin deep into the sea lights get dim harder to breathe in the end our peak is completly out of our reach
Friday, Friday, Friday September 29th, 1995
A young lost child was born in a small cold empty room
She was born in a world of confusion
Now she's at the age of 15
And still don't know what to do
At the age of 6 she was raped by her uncle
And her cousins that don't even love her
But don't worry she still forgives them
And saved a place in her heart for them
One month, one month before being born her daddy left
Now she wonders how it would be with him by her side
In 96' her motha left both her n her sista
With them thinkin' that their aunt was there mother
When all along she was abusing them like crazy
At the age of 13 she got her first charge for the first time ever
Now she's sacered to death hoping God can forgive her
But why should he forgive her
Why should he forgive her
Why should he forgive her when a few months down the lane at the age of 14 she picked up another charge
She ask the Lord what can he do for her
Up til' this day she hasn't gotten het answer
Cause up til' this day, up til' this day she's still getting into trouble
Smokin' pot, blacks, cigarrates and all that crap
Fightin people like it aint nothin'
Not goin' to school cause of her past history in class
But on the bright side, on the bright side she has high hopes for herself
And when things go wrong
She learned how to get up, pray about it, shake it off, and just keep it movin'
Things might not get better any time soon
But she don't let any thing hold her back
And just let everything be a learning experince
No matter what cause I'm coming back
Yeah I said it, I'm coming back
And I'm coming back on my own two feet
As we sit here on the couch
In each others arms
We wait an see
Do we have that spark?
You know the one that all are friends are fightin to.
For, Bore the one we can create
That little smile on your face
The glow of the morning sun
God your so beautiful
That look on your face makes me fly
You make me wanna cry
For all the little things you do
For me, you and for my mama too
You know that 's the reason i get up
Only for you
Boo, my candy so sweet can be sour too
So please don't leave
My morning star
My one and only
the only one i can realate to
Is just you
So let's recreate
The way people look at the world
Our world, the one that you created
Just for us
If you must, know
I am the one you can cry for, too and forever more
You are my baby girl!
Before she ascended to heaven, she wrote a letter,
For the loved one's who didn't understand her struggle;
For the same ones didnt get to know her better
She was a lost sheep in a field without it's Shepard
She expressed her deepest apologies
This was an untreatable infection
It was an unspeakable inception
demons followin her, scratchin her back and bitin her ankles
Tryna cause havoc... Tryna break free..
Leavin her mind broken and her thoughts scattered
She was Bruise and battered, but you couldn't see the damage,
Cuz it's bandaged,
stitched up,
leave the needle hangin
Off of a cliff,
But she lost grip, she lost it, it wasn't fun, it was costly
She had nowhere to run,she was enticed by a false prophecy
Blockin' these cravings is not an option please believe me
Please believe her, she was sorry,
for all the fightin,
And a monstrous
Philosophy had her immodestly poppin' these roxy's.
And she's on 'em and she's got 'em and she won't stop 'em!
And now that she's gone, everyone wants to carry on
And Move on... But She's done,
So They've been done...