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...Oliver had saved up the cash
to buy into his employer’s franchise,
bought his own store, aggressively courted
every rancher in the countryside.
Soon enough the cash flow was well in the black,
so Oliver and the bartender wed,
bought their own house and were soon expecting,
he cared nothing for what the people said.
Jack, still drinking, played the Hollywood scene,
was a fixture of the wild nightlife,
soon he was in the tabloids again
when he knocked up a girl he knew one night.
He managed to keep working in film,
supporting roles were the best he could get,
with alimony and child support
he found himself slipping into the red.
When he crashed his car into his front door
he was quickly shuffled off to rehab,
in what would be the first trip of many,
the addiction had a grip on him bad.
But still he managed to get some work,
and when folks saw his face on the air,
they’d look at Oliver, mumbling how,
“That brother never went anywhere.”
Now Hollywood is a hot-bed of rumors,
and a disturbing percentage are true,
soon tales spread of Jack’s early acting days,
and all the things a new actor has to do.
Rumors of giving favors to producers,
insinuations of oral sex,
some said that was why her drank so damn much,
and why relationships left him vexed.
Whatever the case, on the internet,
the rumors became an ongoing meme,
his reputation thrown in the toilet
by GIFs and infographics obscene.
Oliver, back in fair Nebraska,
really had no reason to complain,
he had three kids and sold big equipment
to half the ranchers on the Sand Hills range.
Nobody was making memes out of him,
no reporters were snooping through his trash,
tabloids were not undermining his marriage,
and he was making more than enough cash.
He had six stores and a seventh coming,
and a hundred acres tied to his home,
a life or both family and friends sincere,
the general public did leave him alone.
The only thing that could worry Oliver
was what would happen to his brother Jack?
How many stars had walked down that same road,
and how many of them had never come back?
Though Jack’s state would weight hard on his mind,
and hear feared to see him drowning in despair,
Oliver couldn’t help but laugh at the folk
who thought it was he who was going nowhere.
Mel got knocked up very early
when out playing the field,
then she went and murdered it
before it all got ‘too real.’
Now her baby haunts her dreams,
and she sees only perdition,
there’s a reason we don’t kill kids,
there’s a truth behind tradition.
Allan called himself ‘open-minded,’
and said ‘he would never judge.’
He’d let anyone into his house,
be they poor, homeless, or thug.
One day he woke up and found he
no longer had a television,
still he refused to make judgements,
blind to why it’s a tradition.
Sue was an empowered type,
she “did not need no man!”
She went ahead and had a kid,
to be raised by her own hand.
But now the boy is out of control,
and her pay-check’s but a pittance,
with no husband to share the load,
as was done by tradition.
Mark was a male feminist
who stood by to help his ‘girl.’
She was a strident activist,
she was his entire world.
Until he learned a Hell’s Angel
upon his true love had ridden,
there’s reason men should act like men,
not by chance is it tradition.
Jane, she was a young GI,
one of the very few
women who had passed the tests
Aal male soldiers must do.
Where her squad was over-run,
her captors laughed in derision,
She knew what they planned for her,
a dark and horrible tradition…
Rick was a damn millionaire,
quite blessed by inheritance,
never had to work a day,
nor a toiling hour spend.
Still he sent out resumes,
surrendered to the repetition,
to have no task would drive him mad,
he needed that male tradition.
Sure we know some had to go,
discrimination comes to mind,
but the bulk of them still remain,
and I think most folks will find
these ideas stand the test of time,
face Darwinian competition,
those that survive all the world’s trials
are entrenched as tradition.
To seek change for it’s own sake,
is a foolish waste of time,
a vanity of success and wealth,
a byproduct of good times.
But this world is a ruthless thing,
with nonsense it’s not smitten,
to survive at all is a great fight,
your best weapons are traditions.
A raging bull
Trapped in a cell
Counting the years
To the end of his fears
Robben Island
Dealt us a thieving hand
That stole our Tata
And left us in tatters
But between mountains
Grew the heart of a lion
Between the largest boulders
His pride became bolder
His peak beaconed
Our highest aspirations
Firmly rooted to his valley
A sage of strong family values
Between his strong arms
Bursting at the seems...
From the Atlantic your Manelo Bridge
Ensured we were never out of reach
It now spreads across the city skyline
Like a rainbow after the rain
It bridges our past and future
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We Miss you Manelo - Chicco Twala (1989)
Back in the dark days of apartheid in South Africa, censors were ready to ban books, songs and people. In the 1980s, one of the most popular South African musicians was Sello "Chicco" Twala who is still a stalwart in the South African music industry today. In 1989, he released a pop tune called "We miss you Manelo" that was accompanied by a seemingly innocuous video that tells the story of a teenage girl Manelo. Poor Manelo gets herself knocked-up and eventually runs away from her very angry parents. Later in the song, Manelo's parents reflect on their move and are distraught over her continual absence. Hence the song's refrain is "We miss you Manelo, where are you??
If you listen to the song carefully, you will understand the genius of Chicco and other artists of the time. Here are some of the lyrics:
"It's been a long time, Manelo where are you?
We are missing you, Manelo Where are you?
Come back, come back home!"
Situation #1
Having it hard your whole life
didn’t know if u were gone last one
Sleepless night
Life
Deceit
Your dads gone away
Your mothers doing her best
Tryna survive life’s everlasting test
U say u cant take it
Its 2 hard
Ur giving up 2 easy
Everything isn’t always gonna b ur way
So u decide 2 dropout of high school
And try 2 do your own thing
Pull your own strings
But we all know the REAL reason y u
Dropping out
Cuz that boy in geometry class studied
Your biology and flipped your purity inside out
And now your knocked up
And confused
Clueless
Don’t know what 2 do
Now wishing
If only u wud have
Listened
2 those things mama used 2 say
Hm, at 16 u just threw your life away
Now your going out of your mind
All the answers to your questions u need 2 find………..
Lets move on to lemon lime
She’s so bright and stands out all
The time
I mean she’s so fine
All the guys have tasted her forbidden fruit
Yup she’s a tough cookie
Like mark from reading rainbow
But in roots
But Mrs. Lemon lime shud slow down sometime
Try telling her that and see does she answer that
Ha naw all she does is swish her hips and flip her hair back
Lemon lime thought she was dah queen
So did dah guys
Cuz,well u know what I mean
Suddenly lemon lime started to rot
Her parade went down
She started aching nonstop[
Something was wrong
She wasn’t blind
She just didn’t wanna see
All these guys that called her queen
Well one of them gave her HIV
Wow now what is this high school cheerleader gnna do
Idk
But there’s a moral to both of these stories
Don’t b so easy and anxious to give up your glory
This poem is for black girls who
Continue 2
Follow the educational rhythms in their own drums
If I talked about boys it became a heated discussion, my parents said
I’m too young and I’m rushin.’
My mom and dad were very protective, a little too much from
my perspective.
All I wanted was to have some fun, I felt like a prisoner that was on
the run.
At sixteen years old I felt I was grown, I thought I was ready to be on
my own.
I ran the streets and came home late; it wasn’t long before I started
to date.
I met a guy who seemed really into me, I even let him have my
virginity.
I didn’t force him to use protection, I was real naïve and afraid of
rejection.
I got knocked up which was no surprise, he said it’s not his baby
and began telling lies.
I told my parents I was keeping the baby, they said: “What‘s wrong
with you girl have you gone crazy?”
They said: “why bring a child into this world? You’re not grown yet
you’re just a little girl.”
I ran away from home for a while, with no supervision I basically went
wild.
I ended up in a home for teen mothers, I wasn’t alone there were plenty
of others.
I ran away again and my baby was taken, I didn’t realize the mistake I
was making.
I ended up getting into prostitution and drugs, I couldn’t seem to
stop meeting Thugs!
I almost died of a drug overdose, It was like I saw a light that was ever
so close.
It changed my life which was so filled with drama, just because I
became a “teen baby mama.”
Form:
From the first moment I saw you I fell in love.
I knew that I had to have you, and I would do what ever it took to make you mine.
You were such a beaming beauty and you made the ground shake under my feet.
We spent many of happy times together since that day when I made you mine.
Then came that dreadful night when I returned home from a fishing trip to find you gone.
What I felt all along had suddenly come true; I just couldn’t go on living with out you.
Then I saw the letter and it explained what happened and where you could be found.
I went by the next day hoping to sneak a peek at you, but to no avail.
I could have gone over there just to see you, but that wouldn’t do.
I had to straighten something’s out in my immature, selfish life first.
So, I went back home, and over the course of the next few days, I got rid of my toys.
The motorcycle, the ATV, the pool table, the Xbox 360, and even the Kegerator went.
Now, I was ready to make a new start, and take you back home again.
I knocked up on the door, and Pops let me in. I said “I’m here for my red beauty.”
When I laid eyes on you it was love at first sight all over again.
I brought you a present and opened it up; placing a drop behind each head rest.
I made you a solemn promise that day “I’ll never let anyone shift your gears again!”
I slapped three grand in Pops hand, and we rolled out like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s night.
Me and my honey-red Corvette.
My entry in Drake Eszes's contest "I just can't live without you" 3.5.11
Ref; Pops Repo LLC
A fictional tale...beginning to end
How long it's been? A million years.
Since we last spoke, it seems.
Like lil' Engine thought he could
My engine's out of steam.
I found you once, you moved cross town;
I knocked up on your door.
You answered, your eyes full of hate
"Don't come here, mom! No more!"
I heard him cry, from down the hall;
My heart came to my throat.
I asked to see my grandson once
You said, "now Mom, take note."
"Sure you can see my baby's face,
But it will hurt you more."
"For when I take him from your arms;
Then show you to the door."
My heart was broke, it's nothing new;
For when it comes to you.
The pain and hurt you bring to me
That's all you know to do.
But thanks to you, I saw the truth
The girl I went to see.
It's not the same girl, I once knew
I wonder, where is she?
You spewed your hate, your voice, it rose;
I asked you one last time.
The words you spew, just emptiness;
Your words? Not worth a dime!
You stood with me, Stood toe to toe;
A stranger, there you stood.
You shut me out. You want me gone?
Perhaps, that's best, I should.
I heard your words, they stung a bit;
But pain is nothing new.
For pain is all I get from you
And cry, is all I do.
But something seemed so different
As I left your house that day.
Resolve I had with in myself;
Away from you, I'll stay.
Words last I said, "You best be sure!"
"I won't be back again!"
And then I turned and walked away;
You got your wish! The end!
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
1-24-13
I'm not sure if you love me anymore
Or just fear the next man since you're so insecure
You were the only man on my mind when you were mine
Got me knocked up and kept me locked up,
I ran from you time and time only to pop up
I hesitate to call you...
used me like a teacher piping his student
Your voice is in tox ic a ting I can't be under your in flu ence
Let's watch him
shedding snake skin
to get under mine
In a fetal position
pierce my pupils with a needle before kissin
...love is blind
I don't need you I'm just lonely
My bed is cold I need someone to hold me
Clinging to the familiar for fate faithfully put you in my life path
Now you join the million faces that walk past
In different directions
I feel bare I need protection
You told me
you wanted babies
you wanted to get married
And I went crazy
Knowing a happy ending doesn't exist
It's either you got kids with somebody you hate
Or marry the one you love long enough to fall out of it
Love alone isn't enough
Remember it's only a feeling
my heart won't stop beating
Like the anger you possess
Choke me until I stop breathing
You're a wounded man that needs healing
I had a dream you were in my home
Walking around like a ghost only to realize I wasn't alone
The time past so fast now your daughter was fully grown
you faded into the hem of my curtains until your soul drifted off where the wind had blown
No one tells
(I should stop here)
…of shadows in the alleyways
believe me…
(you should)
that the fangs come out
at night
(never during the day)
i have to say
(you should too)
that the movies are too trite
with blood
no guts
no gusto by the way
no great romance
of happenstance
well one or two
(perhaps)
dark shadows was classic
twilight, a scream
a handsome stranger
rings the bell
he’s a bit pale
charms you to
your bones
she is young and beautiful
sees her reflection
nothing more
she should wear a cross
or douse herself in garlic
(but maybe he likes garlic
with his meal)
her dad’s loading silver bullets
in his revolver (perhaps he’s
a taste for murder)
there’s a coffin sitting in the driveway
her dad smiles. he can put that to some use
or get his goose cooked
(you see,
he didn’t see the stranger
creeping up his way)
the vampire had no use for his superpowers
just knocked good old dad out
the gal’s already knocked up
with two holes in her jugular vein
(didn’t see it happen?)
perhaps you paid too much
attention to the dad
and now he has you in his sights
but you won’t have time
to turn and run
you can’t win this race
no one tells
a deadman’s tale
mind you, it’s all just…
speculation
8/19/2022