Short Rapping Poems
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Resounding
Echoing pecking
Rapidly rapping tapping.
Woodpecker music.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 13, 2010
Poetic form: Haiku
telling her i
need to do
some paper work
i close the door
a half
an hour after
i hear a rapping
on my chamber door
i yell
occupied
Form:
Shipping
Rapping paper
Giving undivided
Temptation
Counting minutes
Unwind
On the door step
Knocking
Surprise order
Trimmed
Unforgettable
Original
Summer dazed in — it's dancing time!
Fred buffed his boots to dazzle-shine.
With a leap and a spin,
He clicked heels with a bin,
Rattling pigeons rapping in line.
love knocks on your door
a loud rapping sound
winking and smiling
stealing your heart
it takes away your breath
sings to your soul
dances with your spirit
worth every minute
Leaves spinning and whirling swinging and swaying to the beat
of the wind drums pulsating and rapping to their rhythmic jive
we dance all of our madness into the darkness together
Rapping and Trapping
When there are people who are rapping,
Themselves into hole will be trapping,
And point missing;
Things off kissing;
Getting bigger and bigger and gaping.
Jim Horn
words can put you off the stroke,
constant yapping they invoke,
loss off concentration, chokes,
romance just aint a rapping,
dingoes dongers flappin...
round the slippery slidin slopes...
thank you Ruben O
"from the prison"
Don
The needles are numbered
The heart beats few
The mind emptying
The tale of raven's hell
Rapping at the door
The flesh singed to ashes
Fire in the air
The brittle fragments
Jagged to the bone
The weeping iris
One last breath
As the needle passes through
I hear a rapping on my window,
Ting, ting,
Ting, ting.
Theres a banging on my door,
Tap, tap,
Tap, tap.
My phone is ringing off the wall,
Clang, clang,
Clang, clang.
But I can't answer them,
Because I'm dead,
Dead inside.
Please help me.
Form:
his rapping was tight and so was he
to tell u the truth i thought of him as the rapping king
who shot him? and why?
no one really got to say goodbye
who could do such a horrible thing?
the only person they can blame is the person who made the gun go bang!
If ‘Beethoven’s Fifth’ foretold fate
Rapping on humanity’s door,
Then what were Napoleon’s armies for?
When we challenge fate
By declaring war,
What dire results do we ignore?
Are all our beliefs
And Holy Scriptures,
Based on misheard 'Chinese whispers'?
in the darkness of the night
where skin and finger tips our only sight
rubbing noses and our cheeks
passions reaches higher peaks
our universe where we are one with God
our sacred touch
loved, worshiped, laud
bodies explode it's supernova
and rapping limbs fold over and over.
Form:
in this life of sin
i see no other way out than rapping
fiending for cash got me putting my talents to work
so i know it was meant to be
because i can feel it deep inside my soul
and so,i will rap,after i put my pen down
this is all i got
i order to put food on my table
i will rap
Rapping music is a crack
In my behind where the wind blows
Country is all I know
Rock makes me want to hit my toes
Easylisten is where my mind lets loose
Rap makes me break wind like a goose
Music is for the soul to relax
After rap my body is like a shaking shack
By Curtis Ray Murray
morning came with rain
rapping a melody sweet. . .
calm bird flutters wings
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Fourth Place
Where does the quiet grace come from,
When gratitude gathers in the heart,
Weaving warmth through ordinary hours,
Whispering thanks for small mercies,
Widening the world with soft light,
Wrapping the moment in meaning,
Waiting for me to notice.
Presently, I await
a knock upon my door,
a rapping on my window,
a smile,
and nothing more.
I prepared
for years,
and learned how to relate,
but as I found my voice,
you just walked away.
Was it something that I said,
or simply who I am?
Whatever the reason,
I won’t feel
like this again.
i think ill become a rapper i've always known to rhyme
words come out of my lips so easily
Cause when im rapping its like i flow through time
the words flow so fast some sleazily
im going to destroy the rap game
the police and everything
i dont really care
i just want to make my way out of the hood
I like em dark
It goes straight to my heart
When I see a Dark chocolate brother
Makes me think about unwrapping
The silver rapping
and indulging myself
I like em rocking fit its
hats to match every outfit
stay looking confident
Pearl white teeth shining
With the height to match
I am in heaven
He
Looks like
A hoodlum?
Tattooed and hard –
Judge not the surface!
Be like God, look inside.
Let love flow; watch joy abide.
Tupac’s rhyming brightens sorrows.
Rapping beats to famed masterpieces.
Singing the wisdom he learned from the streets.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 7, 2010
Poetic form: Etheree
once up on a midnight
clearly...
while i yawned all weak
and...
barely over many a pain
too...
clear volumes from gutt'n
more...
and while i knotted nearly
rapping...
suddenly there came a
crapping...
and a rapping at the door
"this"...
i muttered "be my chamber
only"...
and not
a...
thing
more...
stan sand
Rapspin Rockshere
Where did you get
Them jammies from
If jam on rapping swing
And sing to articulate
Hey Getwiffya you
Gone let me stank
Day up?
Gobble ain't got nothing
He can't have
What makes you
Wanna ph@ck?
Gibble Dribble say
We in love
And let me do
My thing!
Talking sweet, might
Help you get it on
Just go buy the ring!
Endless rivers we dream....
Lavender waters with, cream..
Resistance: their wars nevermore.
He whom over powers their meek as life
Destroying the world and all she finds?
Broken, hearts where fear fills their eyes these,
Dogs of doom rapping our minds: Pink camouflage...
Love's oceans brushed red..'Creation, nature, beauty's babies....'Her bed.
I am walking on a road on a calm night
Cool breeze is rapping trees
Which have fallen deep asleep
Street lights are dozing
Still hung on poles
Moon is playing hide and seek
My shadows turn around
To look at me from
Front – back – left – right
With great perplexity
As wanna ask
Why haven’t I slept yet?
What am I looking for?