Long Lamar Poems
Long Lamar Poems. Below are the most popular long Lamar by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Lamar poems by poem length and keyword.
Johnny Cash gives it away for free,
John K says he would like to be Prez.
Richard Nixon will run against him,
so the republican party says.
Lamar Cox gets 44th KO,
‘The Stilt’ scores 58 in one game.
In high school Heater’s 135,
gives him claim to some basketball fame.
Presley says goodbye to the Army,
and is back on the recording scene.
X-15 sets a new record height,
‘Sit-in’ becomes protesting’s new thing.
Queen ‘Liz says they’re the ‘House of Windsor,’
“Unsinkable Moly Brown” goes down.
The first Playboy Club hits Chicago,
Ebbit Field is knocked down to the ground.
A 9.6 quake in Morocco,
takes more than 15000 poor souls.
Another sends Hawaii a wave,
kills over 17000 more.
Cardinals move to Saint Louie,
Chicago White Sox wear their new threads.
Oversized mitt designed for catchers,
will keep their hands from turning all red.
USSR says they’ll stop testing,
Krushchev bangs on the desk with his shoe.
Lasers will light up the science world,
France now has an Atomic bomb too.
Satellites can now track the weather,
the court says ‘Lady Chatterley’s Lover’ okay.
Civil Rights bill passes the senate,
new birth control pills are here to stay.
‘We shall overcome’ is new anthem,
but not at the riots in Jacksonville.
MLK gets jailed in Atlanta,
while preaching for equality still.
Senate investigates “Payola,
Alan Freed’s one of the 9 accused.
Meanwhile over in Comensky Park,
their new exploding scoreboard debuts.
Americans pay high earnings tax,
John K and Nixon go for the throat.
They debate 4 times on our TV,
before Kennedy gets the most votes.
Say hello to Aretha Franklin,
Chubby Checker has us in a twist.
Huckleberry Hound wins an Emmy,
Cassius Clay is the best with his fists.
A jet hits 2000 MPH,
California cops say UFO.
The atomic reactor is born,
Flintstone’s is the next hit cartoon show.
Lee, Richard and Maurice Petty go,
against each other in the same race.
Richard beats his brother and daddy,
which gives racing world a new face.
Paul and Best kicked out of Germany,
we are not really sure what they did.
Clarabelle speaks in her final show,
simply voices the words, “Goodbye Kids”.
The world’s moving faster and higher,
technology seems to have no cap.
Back in Wakenda, at 3 years old,
I’m still taking an afternoon nap.
RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC
In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8
Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²
Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6
Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°
50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4
Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8
Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²
Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6
And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°
As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44
As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
THE BIG 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the pantheon of rhyme, where legends intertwine,
Three emcees blaze trails, so divine.
Kendrick, Drake, & Cole, in that revered line,
Emcees crafting worlds, beyond the baseline.4
First, Kendrick Lamar, Compton’s lyrical son,
A poet, a prophet, rolled into one.
His verses, dense forests, where light & shadow play,
Tackling life's contradictions, in a brilliant array.8
Kendrick Lamar, with his lyrical finesse,
With verses that never seem to stress.
"Good Kid, M.A.D City," a masterpiece told,
A journey through streets, where truths unfold.¹²
Second, sail to the North, where Drake reigns supreme,
From "Degrassi" to "God’s Plan," a mainstream dream.
He is a master of melody and flow,
His hits and bangers, all crowds aglow.¹6
A chameleon of sound, from R&B to rap's core,
Crafting anthems of love, loss, & much more.
Views from all round the globe, far & wide,
Drake’s vulnerabilities shows he does not hide.²°
Juggernaut of hits, charts bending to his will,
In the kingdom of music, Drake sits tranquil.²²
Thirdly, J. Cole, the sage from Fayetteville,
Stories woven with wisdom, truths that thrill.
J. Cole, with wisdom beyond his years,
Dropping truths that resonate, calming fears.²6
“Forest Hills Drive,” his opus, pure and clear,
A mirror to the soul, for those who dare to hear.
No feature needed, his narrative alone,
Casting light on shadows, society has grown.³°
Together, these three, a trinity of might,
Their words, their rhythms, set the night alight.
So here's to The Big 3, in all their glory,
Masters of their craft, each with his own story.³4
Though he has so many questionable moments,
From album flops to personal mishaps,³6
But from the consensus, Drake has the hits,
Kendrick is #1 bcos of the albums & the diss,
Cole, 3rd, has the lyrics & the dope flows.³?
Albums are like championships, it holds more weight.
May their verses continue to inspire and amaze,
In rap's grandeur, their names forever blaze.4²
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 24th March 2024.
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Pin pom pom poppy head exploding erosive calamities. Haha eat a stew of dust and concrete with petrol fumes in a finest case. In a tunnel. Chop chop chip and a choooo choooo chooo but no luggage. Baggage is a drink driving drapery. And how cool is a Gatorade and how interesting the scatter of seeds grabbing a garter in an elevated garden in a bypass crawl. Xxxxx now eat. Pardon no patron. And mind no mind levels. It is to integrate to separate a chord from an elbow and fuel in a soup travels great distances in a leavened bowl. But bit no bite and break no bustier. In a negligee perform aerobatic circumferences across lights. Weeee weeeee eeeeeee reeeeee and a radio grinning and smiling from two little eyes of green. Greek goddess getting gods gratefully grating garbage. And an earthenware bowl. Dancing. Flotation. Footstool prancing in a nine acre field and answering a phone at this time is nevertheless seemingly stamping. A stomp thought. Not necessarily reflecting a wide angled view of beautiful sunset lit sceneries. Hahahaha but no hahaha. Now bake a cake ball and clap loudly. Then snore. Wow. A whoooooshing ball. Arriving. Boing boing boing. Great. Fabulous isn't it. Shoot score snorting shaping sharks shapely. And a green epitomized giant dancing around and around and around with 900 bikinis, a dress, a fish tank and a pile of misshapen leaves. So now play a nice game of croquet with eighty-nine frogs who have elevated seats. Haha dusk. Nice. Wow. Xxxxx travestational. Z z z z z
Form:
If I hear Gucci Gang one more time I'm going to go insane
I went from being a tortured poet, to a music artist's music leaving me in pain
Repeating the same words for 2 minutes, you leave most poets pens ashamed
Out of all the new rappers, I couldn't tell you ten names
They're all the same, rapping about nonsense
Oh you take drugs and brag, thank you for the context
I'd rather listen to Nas, Rakim, Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar and stuff more complex
Lil Pump is as talented as an orange
Does he even speak a real language? Because everything sounds Foreign
Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, Big Pun, Eminem, Tupac, Bone Thugs N Harmony were the best people
Lil Pump, Young Thug, Soulja Boy, and most these new rappers make me jealous of deaf people
At least if I was deaf I wouldn't have to hear what they say
But they mumble their words so I can't make it out anyway
a dictionary of words, and these fools use the same 10 words in every song
These days rappers are all the same, there's no edgy one
I'm 25, but grew up on Jadakiss, Fabolous, 50 Cent, Game, and Wu Tang
So forgive me for not caring about these drug addicted bragging rappers with their new slang
Holding on to 80's 90's and early two thousands Hip-Hop so I won't lose touch
But I can't believe half the nonsense I'm hearing from this new stuff
When these rappers come on you have to Mute it
The best new rappers, are Cole, Kendrick, Nino Bless, Locksmith and Joyner Lucas
Sometimes holding on is good, but you need to know when to remove the hand
Which is now, because I'm going to go insane the next time I hear Gucci Gang
D.R.A.K.E (Don't Rap Against Kendrick Ever)
In this rap game, verses serve as creed,
Whispers echo in alleys, a solemn vow to heed:
D.R.A.K.E., a cardinal rule, carved in sonic stone,
"Don't Rap Against Kendrick," stands fiercely alone.4
Beneath spotlight & the battleground stage,
Many came with pride, only to succumb to rage.
For Kendrick, the poet paints with a finer quill,
Each line a sharpened edge, each bar a kill.8
From Compton's heart, beneath the street,
His syllables twist like cyclones, none can beat.
With metaphors that challenge the space above,
And similes slicing through defenses large enough.¹²
Beware brave contender with ambitions to dethrone,
Against this lyrical titan, your skills best not be shown.
He weaves punchlines, complex and diverse,
A narrative so gripping, each verse a universe.¹6
He is humility personified, yet a beast in the booth,
Turning each song into stark undeniable truth.
With rhymes that resurrect & beats that decree,
Kendrick's words are a revolution that set minds free.²°
Heed this warning, encoded in every rapper’s dream,
Carve it deep within your soul, let it reign supreme:
Never battle with Lamar, the king of verbal sever,
D.R.A.K.E. rings true: Don’t Rap Against Kendrick Ever.²4
????????????????????????????
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.
My old hometown has a restaurant where,
the older men gather with stories to share.
Many are fabled and some “almost” true.
At times I’ve been known to stretch one or two.
Some craft their words like a lawyer on trial.
But the best are delivered in “good-ole-boy” style.
Some doosies, whoppers, and outlandish claims.
Trick is go just so far some doubt remains.
How big was that fish? How tough was that shot?
How fast were you going last ticket you got?
How hard did you have it? How bad could it be?
There’s always one better, just wait and you'll see.
With memories embellished, a sight to behold.
Legends are born from stories they’ve told.
They’ll say what they think if you give one a try.
There’s plenty of coffee. It helps if you buy.
I’ve saved up a few that I can't wait to tell,
from that old corner booth I remember so well.
So, if you’re ever in town, come by and we’ll stop
by the “Liar’s Bench” over at Joe’s Coffee Shop.
Dedicated to my grandpa, Lamar Gardner, and the Ellettsville, IN Village Inn where
he used to hang out. Every small town has one, go hang out there for awhile, you
might find a story or two.
The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze. A damsel in distress is a fruit pie filling times ten. Or perhaps twenty? But never pickle a grape drop from a left handed swing. Butter melt circumference could stand over a crevasse and stand tall in any glowering wind. But a flowery jacket that tangoes with a nice tiara is a gatepost of which there omits a smell of strawberry flow. Flee frames who arrive in hallways. And chatter no more than five minutes with a towel. Heard hedgerows having heated heaters. Implacable inner impala. And a sixty foot dog woofing to a tree. The tree woofs back for woofs are woods and woods are woofing. Great.fantastic. Circular c I a in a cake clapping. And an itemised phone bill is a book beyond a bongo. Bing bong butt. And a moronic mutton motor going broom broom brum. Fishcakes can be dangerous so put hazard lights on. Merely a fable. A saucepan. And a dish. Meeting. Meringues moving. Hahahaha tea towel trowel. Haha haha xxxxxxx restitutional p y q q yp. Xxxxx horizontally z
Form:
Rough Draft
[Hook]
Despite all these doubts he shouts at the demons
From now on You cant talk me out of believing
He realized this the right time to get even
Cause he knows there is no sequel
Rough verse
feeling so helpless
So doubtful of my financial welfare
who the hell cares but I do
there is a need to grind hard 9 to 9
to find some dime
for my family
In the midst of all, there comes my dream again
the desire to make money from what I love
it's the music i use to fuse it with my brutal thoughts and suffering
but how? someone like me too far from america
go toe to toe with these juggernauts
Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, Cole, Nas, abel and Bruno mars
but you know what sometimes I feel confident
other days I feel like I'll not fit in mind playin games with me rock, papers but not scissors
coz I cant cut off these dark thoughts outta my vessel
I feel so restless
constant battle inside the oblongata and the grey matter
If I should take one step ahead and risk my life
or should I stay where I am stare my struggle
I don't know where to begin
unbearable it is
I barely know how you bear it, I said to the grapefruit
Of course, true to form, she tried to smooth everything out.
I was irked because no words arrived to sooth me.
Which made her easier to eat, actually – more palpable.
Masticating my cereal is never easy these days,
especially when the news is on, so I shut that puppy down.
If it is not good news, I do not need it, especially in the morning.
There was a wreck at 17th and Lamar, as usual.
I see one there almost every morning,
Yet I continue driving this same exact route.
And me, the woman who loathes routine,
Actually living one now. Is it my age, do you suppose?
The car radio is on some 1970’s music but not folk music.
The one channel I had on before my husband drove
And ruined things by changing my channel.
He is going to be eating mothballs for supper tonight.
My girlfriend calls to yack about her dead husband again.
I wish he was still alive so I could beat his ass, she says.
I have heard it about sixty-nine times, still it never gets old
Especially this morning as listen to the wrong freaking station.