Best Grime Poems
She stands by the door waiting for
her to come, the days finally here
going home with her mum.
She's 4 now, almost a year to the
day, since the childrens aid workers
came to take her away.
When she was taken her mom was
addicted to crack, pulled in by the
streets and not looking back.
Mom hustles the streets, living blast
to blast, hoping this will help her
forget her past.
But now her heart is filled with
sorrow, "don't worry honey ill clean
up tomorrow."
Tomorrows come and go but she
stays on the street, the drug that's
too hard to beat.
Then it happens a sign from the
gods, something makes her defy all
the odds.
Her boyfriend arrested sent off to
jail, won't be a while til he can get
bail.
Now the light goes off in her head,
she realizes that the street will soon
make her dead.
She leaves downtown and rebuilds
her life, she can't believe why she
caused all this strife.
After a few weeks she gets a visit
supervised, and she changes herself
seeing her kids eyes.
She goes back to school and gets
her own place, help from family and
friends she rehabilitates.
Her boyfriend from prison promises
her the world, says when he gets out
it will be them and her girl.
7 months go by her man gets out of
jail, now this is not the end of the
tale.
Now the little girl stares at the door,
which I'm sure she's done many
times before.
Todays the day, ribbons in her hair,
pretty pink dress her mom will soon
be there.
She hears the door handle and yells
"Mommy", door opens its not what
she expected to see.
The lady walks in sad look on her
face. The young girl knows she won't
be leaving this place.
"Sorry honey, mommy can't make it
today",
"Why? Where is she? What did she
say?"
Her mom sits in the crackhouse,
drugs in her hand, staring across the
table at her freshly released man.
"Does anyone have a pipe I can
borrow?"
"Don't worry honey ill clean up
tomorrow!"
Categories:
grime, daughter, depression, life, mother,
Form:
Feeble steps
Eyed the plum
Nestled
In a cesspool of grime
His eyes they twinkled
Tongue salivating
It's been long
The hunger so strong
End of the road
For a body so cold
The car came screeching
Out popped a head
Here take this dime
Now stop your whine
His heart it panicked
The plum in smithers
Now there are no pangs
For this body asunder--
(c)coptright-vijay nair
Categories:
grime, poverty,
Form:
Free verse
5/23/17
Put you to sleep
And six feet deep
Instead of turning the other cheek
Toss you in a box of pine
Where the light never shines
Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine
Every Sunday at nine
Eating a cracker and taking a drink of wine
As the planets occasionally align
Since far before the dawn of mankind
Swinging down from a vine
To put 'em in a bind
And choke another out with garrote instead of twine
Then cover it up with lime
Thinking like Einstein
Drawing a fine line
Among simple or intricate patterns and designs
I'm drenched in slime
And so much grime
Yet still on the climb
All the time
Will look you in your eye
Until you die
Without saying goodbye
Birds still or in the sky
As they fly and glide
She wanted to be my Bonnie if I'd
Be her Clyde
She sent me a valentine
And kept giving me all kinds
Of signs
Saying she wanted to be mine
Categories:
grime, dark, fun, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
My grimy grill,
Is really quite,
Summer’s delight,
And if used right,
Is very much a thrill.
It’s not just meat,
That’s off the hook,
For if you look,
You’ll see I cook,
My veggies over heat.
The greasy grates,
They hold the food,
That will conclude,
With gratitude,
Once I put onto plates.
The fires burn,
On down below,
And cooking slow,
My grilling row,
As I do often turn.
The grease had grown,
Up over time.
And made the climb,
To turn to grime,
From what the grates have shown.
And when I’m done,
I step aside.
And feel inside,
A source of pride,
I find second to none.
Categories:
grime, food, fun, funny, hilarious,
Form:
Rhyme
R-emain in the holiness
O-f your heart and mind;
W-ith your life in order,
E-vil deed is left behind.
N-o more walk in disarray, turn a blind eye to sin;
A-ugust fifteenth Tuesday, let the vow begin.
Y-our promise is to obey
E-ach word of God every time;
U-se your soul to say
N-o to dirt and
G-rime.
Categories:
grime, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Travel through my mind
maybe you will find
the real me through time
all I have in this life of mine
is my family and a rhyme
one day we hope to shine
hope we will be doing fine
another day passes we look behind
realize how long we have been on the grind
from selling weed one of a kind
just to relax the mind
homies selling crack on the corner
just to end up in a box made of pine
looking up asking god to show a sign
when they look up they see a street light
when they look down they see a line
but it just keeps playing in rewind
we are all walking blind
in this life this life of mine
or this life of yours
it gets scary R.L. Stein
close calls send chills down your spine
so pour up a glass of wine
of holy grapes picked from a purple vine
I am almost ten out of ten like half past nine
or like a tarnished dime
full of grime and slime
once you clean it up you will see the prime
the reason why
and the way I shine
and that I am doing fine! -TA
Categories:
grime, drug, environment, hip hop,
Form:
Lyric
with much grit and grime
he had committed a crime
from store did steal a dime
Categories:
grime, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
E-nhanced
L-ockdown
M-agnificently
A-bates
R-ugged
G-rime
A-nd
R-abid
D-irt
U-ntil
Q-uarantine
U-pends
E-pidemic
Topic: Birthday of Elmar Garduque (June 16)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
grime, birthday,
Form:
Acrostic
Grime under the table cloth
Beneath the fluorescent lights and sterile walls,
Lurks an undercurrent of unspoken strife.
The daggers are kept hidden, the words unsaid,
But the tension is palpable,
A throbbing wound.
For all the forced cordiality,
the animosity seethes underneath.
©?Chitra Arun
Categories:
grime, angst, bullying, jealousy, stress,
Form:
Free verse
Sinking into the soil of his egocentric ocean
Snarled and sniveled the cephalopod mollusk
Since to be worthy of his charming prey
Sensation beaming from his passion blasting
Suspending her from being aware of drowning
Stunning to sight her lapse into squandering
Sloshing in intense sadness and deceitfulness
Written: April: 03, 2022
Categories:
grime, analogy, bereavement, character,
Form:
Free verse
You do Poetry
I try to do rhyme
But my beats do not shine
My son George
Well he does Grime
140 beats a minute at double time
Until the day we do meet
And you knock me off my feet
I will just carry on marking time
One step up and one step down
No talent at all from me
That I have found
So I will start my own new genre
And then will call upon Ya
Grime or Rhyme what shall I do
Other than learn from you
Poetry is new to me
But I do concede
I like it..
DAMO
Categories:
grime, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
Epigram #62:
GRIME
Weary days bring strain
Dreary feel frames pain
Dusty grime speaks plain
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
23 May 2015
Singapore
Categories:
grime, allusion,
Form:
Epigram
with much grit and grime
he had committed a crime
from store did steal a dime
Categories:
grime, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Haiku
BOYS
Moving, ever still,
Or so it seems, until
You find him
Thinking,
On top a fence,
Up in a tree,
Or grassy hill.
Dirt and grime,
It seems, until a time
You find him
Washing,
Slick down hair,
Brushing teeth,
For dollar or dime.
Strong and rough,
You’ve had enough,
Then you find him
Helping,
Carrying a bag,
Tender nurse,
When times are tough.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Categories:
grime, analogy, boy, caregiving, conflict,
Form:
Rhyme
The grime of shoes can bring someone a prize,
along with hands that serve orphans and poor.
Examined dust, that walked the narrow way,
disregarding themselves, loved to their core.
But, selfish feet are caked, forevermore,
having poured drinks until the break of day,
can’t make it to one’s bed, sleeping on floor.
The grime of shoes gathers offals and flies.
Categories:
grime, character,
Form:
Rhyme