Best Rapping Poems
A man knows nothing till he’s walked in another man’s shoes,
Through streets paved with struggles, past choices, win or lose.
In the heart of the city where dreams are both made and bruised,
He learns the songs of others, in tones he never used.
It’s a journey through stories, in steps worn and wise,
Where the echoes of others’ lives meet under shared skies.
He sees through eyes that have witnessed, beyond his own views,
The weight of silent battles, the depth of hidden hues.
With every mile, he understands, not just with his mind but his heart,
That every soul sings a different tune, right from the start.
In the rhythm of footsteps, in paths both old and new,
He finds the truth in the saying, as his perspective grew.
It’s not just about the walking, or the miles that he’s trod,
But the listening, the learning, from the ground, his feet have flawed.
For empathy is the melody, in this journey, he chooses to use,
To understand another’s life, to step into their shoes.
So let him walk, let him discover, let him see and let him feel,
The mosaic of human experience, complex, raw, and real.
For only in walking this path, in the dance of another’s blues,
He truly understands the depth of what he thought he knew.
And when he returns, with stories etched in every step of his shoes,
He’ll know the world a little better, with perspectives broad and hues.
For in the end, it’s about the journey, the stories, the paths we choose,
A man knows nothing, truly nothing, till he’s walked in another’s shoes.
A DEDICATION
RAPPING BROOKS
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Many brooks I've heard rapping,
I dance with joy, end up clapping.
All have spirit, what err the land,
meandering journeys nature planned.
To sit on their banks, meditating,
to them babbling over rocks, relating.
To times gone by in Wiltshire,
I first dedicated my heart to nature.
No regrets, not ever on my part,
bar one, humans, they broke their hearts.
Most brooks now dehydrated, gone,
but hark, their spirits still rap on,
memories, the day spent on their banks.
Evoked by you Eve, my special thanks.
The pleasant words of your possessive powers
I rap.
My adoration of you
comes like a flap
which unleashes so many bubbles
of my love and care.
Offer me your lap
so that I lie my head
in a sleep of romance
and dream of my journey
to your heart,
during my nap.
No matter how difficult you make it
I'll go through
cos I hold the map.
Don't worry about the distance
between our hearts
I'll close the gap
and not even a family member
will fit my cap.
Blood may be thicker than water
not pap.
You are worthy to sap
from the trunk of my good virtues
and let our skins meet
so that the current of your want
I can tap.
Please don't ignore my desires
b'cos it'll be a devastating slap.
She walks, her high heels tapping
Has all the guys on the sidewalk rapping,
an audience dancing, clapping!
Turns her head and sees wots happening,
gets in the groove, thigh slapping!
I was only out to do some shapping!
Bought some heels and all the trappings,
me Mrs took one look and burst out laughing!
'She Walks', not for the contest!
BROOKLYN, CURTIS BAY
2980 DRAMS BOULAVARD
CURTIS BAY M.d. 21226
THEY ADDRESSED THIS TO" THE FELLA IN THE GREEN SWEATER". I WAS WORRIED, IT SOUNDED LIKE SOMETHING FROM A MOVIE. i TOLD HIM, TO PUT, A QUARTER WAY UP HIS, "BLEEP". HE GOT MAD AND SLAMMED THE DOOR. " HE CRAZY" SAID BUSHIA BEEZ, "HE CRAZY"! SHE TOLD THE WORK-MEDIA TEAM, HE CAME BACK HERE TWO DAYS LATER, ASKING ME DID SHE RECOGNIZE HIM, SHE" I TOLD HIM, NO, BUT I REMEMBER THE SPOT OF TOMATO SAUCE YOU DRIBBLED ON YOUR SHIRT, AND IT'S STILL THEIR, AND YOU NASTY, AND CRAZY!". SISTER MUAFFEE'S SON TOLD ME HE BOUGHT A MASK, FROM ONE OF THOSE ON-LINE STORES." HOW HE GONNA LOOK, HIS BLACK HANDS, WEARING A WHITE FACED MASK, " HE CRAZY!, HE CRAZY !" NOW SISTER GRAFFA'S SON GOT IT GOING ON, HE GOT EIGHT HOE'S AND TWO OR THREE WHATCHA MA CALLIUMS, HE STAY OUT OF THEIR BUZZINESS, LET THE HIOE'S MAKE THE DOUGH!", BUT THE OTHER MAN, " HE CRAZY!" H" HE CRAZY!"
THIS IS A LETTER ADDRESSED TO MRS. MOO'D HASKSOON OF BICKES BILL HEIGHTS!
BICKES BILL MAKES YOU BOOGIE!
GET DOWN WITH -IT AND BOOGIE WOOGIE!
TWO DRUMMERS AND THE OBOIST, SMUGDED THE KETTELEDRUMS
THE CONDUCTER CUSSED AND FUSSED, SAID THEY WERE
THREE SHY OF DUMB. WHERE THEY GONNA GET THE CLOTH TO WIPE
OFF THE KETTLEDRUM?
TAKE THEM RAGS OFF OF YOUR BACK, AND CLEAN MY KETTLEDRUM.
Let’s Rap
That’s while
Rapping Poet Style
Words assured
Focused accord
Word verse by verse
Experience and influence
Striving endurance
No curse in any verse
Some say Rapping Poet’s won’t and can’t
It’s will and shall
Cut the negative noise
Enrich the positive fact
Rapping Poets are successors
Sometimes we might sound like Professors
Too the world, we want to be heard
We take a lot of tolerance
We don’t want our words pushed under a dusty rug
Don’t call us a Thug
We need to write, and that is a must
No minus all pluses
Our thoughts pure inspiration our own
Rapping Poets want that be known
We are everywhere
We are known as the BEYOND COMPARE
Different in all aspects
What you would expect
We are our own effect
What you read is what you get
No regrets
Taking chances
Feeling confident
Exposing who we are
We function like a car
Always on the go
Rapping Poet
Wonder and Intrigue
Always on proceed
Not in need
On our own terms
Want readers to listen and understand
Rapping Poets that is our only demand.
World is developing but humans are going towards something weird...
They are developing but their minds are developing like something strange..
Today's most threatening matter is about those girls' rapping and kidnapping..
When thinking point comes to note only those who rap girls not only the worst;
But the main culprit is the group of girls.
Those girl gangs wear such strange clothes like body remains unclothed and this causes many harm to themselves..
And it's the blame of theirs and their parents.
Todays people are developing but still not aware about their children dresses,
They support in everything and make their own girl child as the flower vessel such that their body could be showed up by the others..
Though this feeling sounds like proud for them,
But it's nothing, people only look them for their misbehaving..
We are human beings the greatest living being in the world;
So we have shyness too,
So we wear clothes to save us from opposite genders.
If they don't wear what's the difference between opposite genders then!!
Clothes are the only weapon to make feel save from shyness for a girl..
Clothes are social evil, for this they face problems that are not imaginable.
It's also an introduction of a girl how they are well dressed..
Before blaming other man we girls' must aware ourselves, then we will save, there's no doubt!
If their mentality could be changed those rapping and kidnapping would not remain alive..
And it's not about their personal choice
I know I don't have any interfere to enter into someone's life;
But they live in society, so must obey rules according to the society.
Coz thousand people live in society
And the youths who are upgrowing they will also follow the same if they see this...
So it's a life threatening for their future.
From one girl it starts and faced the same by many ;
So as a citizen it's our duty to aware.
And me as a girl I am fully prepared to do*
So be aware girls and save your own lives.
Coz you are girls,your introduction is showed up by clothes..
So be well dressed!!
One day it will surely come to an end
If we society, girls' work against for this,
Instead of showing interest in this..
One day such nasty works will stop forever.