Best Poppin Poems
I went a searchen for da green eyed monster
Yet da big fella was nowhere in site
They'd said he was really quite fearsum
He'd often appear on a saderday night
I went out wit my little woman
That sweet gal o mine lookin so fine
If ya asked me to give er a ratin
She'd be a ten or at least a nine
Da more dat I got inta ma drinkin
Ma senses dey became super fine
I noticed sum good lookin fella
Eyen dat special woman o mine
The vessels in ma neck started poppin
My eyes began glowin a sickly green
I got up frum ma chair started screamin
Dats right I started makin a scene
Ma little woman she was sum embarrassed
That yung fella smashed me in da face
Tank goodness she came to ma rescue
It's a good ting she had a can a mace
It seems I'd been mad about nutin
Dat young fella had been on a date
Ma wife told me dat I'd bin right silly
She was quite sure dat his date's name was Nate
Tankfully dos green eyes dey turned back ta blue
Da colour now is gone wit out a trace
except for da red and da black an blue
dat now is coverin dis here old face
For Verlena Walker's Green Eyed Monster contest
Categories:
poppin, humor, jealousy,
Form:
Quatrain
Thinks he's on some cool ish
But really on some bull ish
The type of dude that
You want nothing to do with
This is the type of dude
That will promise you everything
Wont deliver anything
& use excuses endlessly
He'll be acting like a boss
As he undermines your cause
Sometimes you just gotta cut ties n walk
& Whats really wack, is when hes needed most,
Is when he busts out the o'llllll dissapearing act
I say screw him pshhh, who cares where hes at
Coming back deflecting blame & trying to make you carry that
All hes got is this,
Inflateted sense of confidence
And poppin his ballon
Shouldnt take you too long and
Dont benifit him....
Straight to hater mode
No cash to spend....
Straight to do me a favor mode
Behind bars again.....
Staight to prayer mode
Guess mr untouchable
Got caught up in the danger zone
Who needs enimies, with friends like these
This guy all types of nuts, like trader joes
Thinks hes on some cool ish
But really on some bull ish
The type of dude that
You want nothing to do with
Dont let all of his kindness jestures
impress ya
& turn you into a trust despenser
Youll regret the
day you let your guard down,
yes he will pretend to, be genuine
Then switch up from jeckyll 2 hyde
In a few seconds Time, his agendas
to convince ya that hes dependa-
Bull, which is bull, I bet when ya, first met him,
The impression that he left ya
with is a confident man with all the answers like alexa
But guess what
The less ya put creadance into the the things hes speakin
the better off youll be in the long run, yessir
Categories:
poppin, character, evil, growth, men,
Form:
Rhyme
SOUP RAP
You can pass me the biscuits, get a chicken from the coup
An give me a bowl of poetry soup
Since I schmoozed wid da muse an I started to write
It’s sure given me a real big appetite
Cos until last year I ain't never writ a poem
From my brain to my fingers didn't know which way I’m goin
But I now got da buzz, verses poppin hip hoppin
I'll keep on 'til they tell me it's time to be stoppin
We got poems that are sad we got poems that are glad
We got poems that say 'why you treatin me so bad!'
We got poems that are tough we got poems that are gentle
Poems so sentimental that they drive me nearly mental
Poems written in a purple haze alcoholic
Poems written in a field - pastoral and bucolic
See I'm learnin to be lit'rate usin good words not obscene
Words like pastoral an' bucolic whatever they mean
So gimme dat soup from the big tureen
Diip my pen in the saurus if you know what I mean
When the words are plated I’ll be re-stim-u-lated
And my verses contemplated be appre-ci-ated
So put your hands in the air all you poetry soupers
Get it on, solid gone, you da troupers souper douper
Categories:
poppin, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
i'm tired of these boys that aint no good
i'm tired of these boys that aint goin nowhere, ghetto for life, no further than the
hood
i'm tired of these boys poppin females off and goin to jail
i'm tired of these boys that get out and continue to sale
i'm tired of these boys tryna be pimps, playas, hoes
got the nerve to call us runners, and they pros
i'm tired of these boys thats fine, all in theyself, wasteing our time
im tired of these boys fake blinging, drama bringing, heart breaking, time
wasteing, good looks, wrong attitude, not all that and still rude
im tired of these boys that cant take no for an answer
im tired of these boys that girls are chasing after
filling up their head, got them thinking they whats it
comin at me like their a priviledge
im tired of these boys life about gettin high
im tired of these boys that got the upper hand and choose to die
im tired of these boys thats triffalin, rivalin, killen they own, talk stuff, hang on
corners, always drunk
im tired of these boys that wanna be thug, buck, talk to much, got big heads, little
gut
always who's the man, high fives cuz yo hit that ass, you got hers dont mean you
gone get mine
im tired of these boys thats immitating, irritating, aggravating, instigating,
munipulating, humiliating, degrading, betraying, lover claiming, lust gaining,
coochie fienen, disease springing, baby creating, drug related, dumb but
educated
im tired of these boys that see the street life exciting and the ones that think
there's no other road
i understand it's not easy growing up in the ghetto world
but while you were taught to sale, deal, smoke, drink, drugs
while you were taught money, streets, attitude, gangs, thug
while you were taught babies, babymamas, sex, drama
while you were taught pimps, playas, hoes, who's the man
try to learn how to be a man
my ladies are tired
Categories:
poppin, inspirational, life, passion, people,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Twas the night before school,
And all through this crib,
Bodies being bathed,
And fingernails gettin did.
Q-tippin those ears,
And packin them bags.
Bringing out new clothes,
And poppin them tags.
Lunch boxes on the ready,
For their first day back.
Hope they go to bed soon,
Or somebody's gettin smacked.
Categories:
poppin, children, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
are you a robot? does your mouth flap
open and closed, but
you are somewhere completely different
guts
i feel a stir when Im present
vodka flavored kindred
harsh like my wake up
injured ego still mint
i profess prone particularly
to the idea of kinship
yet
i must break away from the school,
regrets are for simple fools
I didnt want to think this way
i found the least resistance
peace this instant, increased
from a raw existance
this is not a diet
food for thought
something to chew on
cue my crotch
the dirty deed of driving to find like minds
poppin wheelies
scaring all the adults
sensing the lost accepting
the great know where
drinkin juice with pulp
Categories:
poppin, crazy, freedom, introspection, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Peter Piper pickin peppers
Pick your pockets
Potential profits
Purely pleasure
Plan on passin on, Puttin all
Personal belongings
In your purses or wallet
Because peter's plottin,
Poppin up practicly anywhere
Presidential pluckins possible
He's a professional
At peak performance
Nope no police department's
Pieced it all together
Or ever seen em processed
Or positive i'd em
From His POV his priority in the PM
Is please deposit
Palming anything you got
Then proceed 2 Pawn it
This piece of garbarge
Will pinky promise a priest
And peace out with paquito mas
Than he pondered
Sticky finger Peter Parker
Will put his paws on OPP
Then hit it raw like ODB
Pick the lock on your car
Pop it out of park
And sell it all to a pick a part
Put him in a pickle
And he'll sprint into a parkin lot
Without the paparazzi
Ever posting a picture up
He's greasy as a pizza pie
He be living the life of pie
Cuz his pirating, kind of seems
Like there is no end in sight
The punk will Punch you like Paquio
Probably start a petty fight
He'll Parasite a prostitute
Until her pimp begins 2 pry
Like a possesive partner
With a pimp hand of dynamite
Peter almost pissed his pants
Packed his back bags
And tried to find
Another peice of ass
Peters past
Will eventually catch up with him
And have him peekin back
Not even Robin Williams
Could be peter pan
Then he'll proceed from shame
Plead guilty peace of cake
I mean to P B & J
Thats standard policy
Now peters possibly
In a ungly situation
Than Polly Shore piping Polly Dean
Lights out not a peep
All bets are off
He can't pick another parlay
Tryin to cover up his peter
Because he's peeing on his prostate
Poor Peter
Categories:
poppin, betrayal, business, character, crazy,
Form:
Alliteration
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:
poppin,
Form:
Rhyme
Poppin is my teddy bear
button eyes of grey
black and white his furry hair
thats just a bit afray
He's been a friend
for such a time
each lonely hour we sat
together contemplating life
and where it is we're at
We clowned around and played a bit
and slept together too
when I was a bit depressed
he was a shade of blue
The earth was ours together
upon us shone the sky
rain did often soak his hair
and got wet so did I
A vicarious companion
he was the only one
neighbors were so far away
much to far to come
He'll always have a place with us
a spot that we can share
He's come of age and so have I
and now he's losing hair
Entwined we share the wisdom
of childhood days gone by
and draw upon the comfort
as our journey draws to nigh
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
WRITTEN IN 1982
Categories:
poppin, best friend, childhood, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Yeah Im feeling a lil too native tonight like Im on da rez like a youngster drunk and suicidal
Poppin pills like Im poppin at my own people like they my culturalistic rivals
I'm dying slowly like my culture yet Im still reading the about God and the Holy Bible
I almost died not once but twice thats why I strive for survival
Im a lil mad at God ever since he took my lil brother but I shall get over it in a lil while
Im more greatful ever since he gave back life with my first child
Living life up to this point in my life has now been worth the while
time ticking away everyday on da rez like the sun dial
so no time to waste any longer in this tribulation of another life to death trial
I shall bring back all my lost long life culture files
I am like a new trend people Im litterally making my own clothes with the Rez Life 7 style
I shall overcome bull*****even if at times it gets me a lil riled
Breaking through hangovers like out the stomach comes last nights bile
Im litterally building onto whats left in my trash pile
I aint going to stop until I have my legs crushed during the last mile
I hit jumps in my car through life as it idles
This is just but another life lived in gratitude I cant lie though
It shouldnt matter too much in the end because I will be high Bro
Insanely flying in the sky like an acrobatic physco
Shooting through leather problems like a twelve gauge rifle
so much it makes my own heart with a quick fix stifle
Im gonna make it through my haters doubts with a quick glance as I smile
I will bring back hope not to theirs or yours but my own before I end up back in denial
Categories:
poppin, adventure, confusion, depression, faith,
Form:
Chant Royal
Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am,
if those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a damn,
I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy Franklin notes,
I am The Cunning Linguist spittin nifty antidotes,
that cross you up the Hardaway and leave ya ankles broke,
hot feces exits out my mouth, I got a stanky throat,
that exhales dragon fire but believe this aint a roast,
there's too much jumpin off and I'm afraid it aint a joke.
Like women nowadays, I often wonder if it's me,
that sees how some are free to divvy up the wizard sleeve,
then they don't know just how they came to get the hivv disease,
deny and keep it sweet to give it up to Nick and Steve.
I get up on my soapbox when I have to drop a jewel,
the niceness gets mistaken like I still won't drop a fool,
for comin outta pocket, I aint talkin poppin tools,
I let go of the knowledge cause this dude can drop it smooth.
I'm Harry Belafonte but don't call me Mr. Tibbs,
this poetry just flows in me and what a gift it is,
you may not think my skill's correct but I insist it is,
I'm so unlike the others, verbis not ipissimis.
Confused on what that means? Well I advise you look it up,
vernacular's like stir-fry in a wok; I cook it up,
and dish out healthy servings, I won't let your brain cells starve,
in executing verbal warfare, yes I am well armed.
My aim will blow ya head off like Bin Laden, picture that,
the YouTube vids and image will confirm this vicious fact,
don't need Marines and choppers flying into distant lands,
I'll do you like Waist Deep but they won't find the missing hand.
My adjectives are ravenous but that's just certain ones,
my scarface resonates of how I kill these words for fun,
to crush the competition and I do it big like Pun,
then ride off in a Matrix, Cunning Linguist, I'm The One.
©2010
Categories:
poppin, dedication, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Panoramic collision with stories poppin
Off like rounds from a .90(cal.) machine gun.
Demented shrapnel shooting out in every
direction:
Wiping out all that scoff.
Luxuriant antipathy of all things
Intrudes at times.
Crashing every lousy star melted sings!
Summer begins its end & fall starts
Its chimes.
Carving into stone, the message once
Muses belted.
What lonely streets, veins become
As if her touch felt like a spent gun.
_
Categories:
poppin, mystery
Form:
Sonnet
Fireworks
dance in my eyes,
you’re my January;
An unused breed of attitude;
Poppin’
in with an aphrodisiac;
My virtue is gift wrapped,
will you break me
tonight?
Categories:
poppin, emotions, january, lust, romance,
Form:
Cinquain
despite my feelings, i see the ceiling
crystal clear, between my dealings
then there is grounding, as im swimming
kept my chin up, no time for drowning
seeking a winning, hoping its double
not looking for trouble, but i get it poppin
if your in my bubble, stay classy and subtle
haters will need the hubble, i avoid the huddle
deep space, no one on the shuttle
we have lift off, yes im lifted, its quite tangible
how these times have shifted
gifted given to those willing to risk it
attain the uncertain like a prize behind a curtain
mas inertia, eating nasturtium,
till im exhausted, exertion of expression
my impression indented, in part a legend
as an unanswered question i will keep spreading
im still international tho i dont weigh in kilos
fat boy knows, 18 years old, navigating heathrow
the words go with me, held captive with no reason
once released, these beasts can alter the very seasons
jump seats these feats dont come without grievance
mean streets turn peeps from sheep to heathens
Categories:
poppin, betrayal, child abuse, childhood,
Form:
Rhyme
Lead poppin
Heart stoppin
No option
Either way by the time they're 18 they'll have no oxygen
No sympathy don't box slaughtered children
How can see a child murdered and no chills send
They're reckless approach is militant
Layin bombs settin off missiles
Just shootin no attempt to hit foes
Just infantry shock troops
Kids from 5-17 looked at as men not youth
Pop at other kids some never reach their teens
Stationed at sentries
Stripped from families no identity
Happens in hundreds of nations
Fight wars and your family might be free of their depredations
Sunrise to sundown
General scandalous won't notify his mother when her son down
So when will we open our eyes and realize this happens now
Maybe it spreads to America and your son pops the first round
Categories:
poppin, childhoodson, son,
Form: