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Short Homie Poems

Short Homie Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Homie by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Homie by length and keyword.


Premium Member Val-In-Time
The lady is my number-one homie.
Our hearts beat as one all metronomey.
Falling in love was not a decision;
Our souls were destined for this collision....

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Categories: homie, veterans day,
Form: Rhyme



A Life Like This
a phoney on my ownly
living lost and lonely 
like my soul disowned me
phone me homie or text 
say hello if you've known me
show what wasn't shown me
let me see then leave happy 
cus you've seen my reality
as gone wrong as can be
who'd want to be me...

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© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: homie, dark, fear, hate, hurt, lonely, pain, sad,
Form: Rhyme
A Real Good Friend
To Anna M, a real good friend
a bondage that will never end

With no boys to get in our way
We laugh together every day

You have your problems and i have mine
But hangin out we set them aside and we're just fine

Forever friends we will be
I'll be there for you 'cause you'll be there for me

So to my homie Anna M
this is from your friend...

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Categories: homie, friendship
Form: I do not know?
At Your Door
Come to me, soon on this earthly ground, I walk humbly with The Lord, these stars I hold, in hand, gave the spark in your eye, to love me, as I watch the nightly sky, go down with the warm sun-set, that keeps me..... Homie...my heart pounds loudly, at your door, won't you plz let me in, I promise  not to harm you, only love, can embrace us with faith to trust, where  my destiny is yours......

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Categories: homie, love,
Form: Tail-rhyme
Premium Member Immunity
I came to one conclusion 
all that we see is an illusion 

Tic Tock  ….. Tick Tock

As I run around the block 
I got my finger on my glock

Tic Tock …. Tick Tock

I walk da streets immune 
to shock

You think you know me
Like you my real homie

As I begin to contemplate
You fake as they come 

So step and get out my
FACE

And run for your life like you're 
in a race


7-29- 18...

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© Alexis Y.  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: homie, angst,
Form: Rhyme



Untitled
these thoughts and emotion
arer causeing unstable comotion
even though im tryna better me
i still feel i remain one deep
when i feel i confide in one
they turn their back and run
at times i feel tired and lonley
wondering if ill ever have a true homie
so i keep my heart with the man above
to many times before i thought i found love
all it really was , is some bull...
left me sitting here looking like a fool....

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© Tyler Lara  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: homie, life,
Form: Rhyme
Halloween
Darkness
Pervade

Scary
Spooky

Undead
Conceal

Hell's gate
Open

Demons
Roam free

Phantom
Wanton

Black cats
Witches

Broomsticks 
Take flight 

Full moon
Werewolves

Vampires 
Bats morph

Homie
Zombie

Eerie
Spellbound

Creepy 
Abound

Magic
Tragic

Pumpkin
Potion

Cauldron
Seething

Night's tale
Horror



October 27, 2022
Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand....

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Categories: homie, halloween,
Form: Footle
Cold and Lonely
Cold and lonely 
Not all so homie

What did i do to have
No one by my side?

Cold and lonely
Not all so homie

What did i do to have
So little pride?

Cold and lonely
Not all so homie

What did i do to have
Nothing to survive?

Cold and lonely
Not all so homie

What did i do to have
To cry night after night?
With more then a little tear at a time?

I sit alone in the blistering cold

Cold and lonely
Not all so homie

This is my life,
WHY?...

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Categories: homie, conflict,
Form: ABC
Sacrilege
Me and
my boy Jesus
hanging in the park
walking on the ponds
drinking fermented water
and raising the dead after dark
When the soldiers come
I don't have the heart
to give the kiss
betrayal

So

Me and
my homie
Muhammad
fly out to Mecca
conquer the tribes
and recite revelations
When Allah calls for smiting
I choose not to submit
lay down my arms
I break the fast
with a feast
of hurled
stones

So

Me and
my ***** Buddha
don't even contemplate
religious pursuits
as we sit
quiet...

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© Roy Batts  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: homie, god, religion,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Shattered Sighs