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A Hustlers Pray.

A hustlers pray I pray that my family will still have a place to lay 
their haeds down, every day and night I pray abouy this.Hustlrs pray I pray that'll be food on 
the tabel.Hustlers pray I pray to become strong in my mind and in my spirt.  No one or any 
budy can break my hustlers' spirt. Hustlers pray every day and night is like choosing to do 
this. The reason why is because I  need to make sure that my family is fed  every day and 
time. Hustlers' pray I pray that 1 day I'll have the courage to stop hustling like I said 1  day 
this will happen for good.

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I'M So Tired

I'm so tired of people telling me oh you can't do this due to my 
disabilty.  I'm so tired of being put down my  so called friednds and those who say that they 
care about me.  I;m so tired of this disabilty wish I never had one yet you can't give away of 
what's a part of you.  I'm so tired of being walk on,lied to, took adventge of, use, along with 
being mistreated. I'm so tired of this being unemployed for a month and four weeks man the 
econmy is so bad. I'm so tired of playing the part of  the fool in every relationship that I end 
up in.  I'm so tired of  all of this being confuse of who I am and what I want to do in my life 
and so on.   I'm so tired of being sick of tired it's geting on my nerves if only ya'll can just  
walk in my shoes.   I'm so tired of  this  war that is still is going on when will it end and when 
will the soliders come home for good, to be with thier love ones.I'm swo tired of being told 
the same excuses from differnt men.I'm so tired of falling for the same old lines and most 
important being sweet talk to.

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Is Their Any Budy Who.

Is their any budy who understands me when I tell them that I'm 
a young women.who's not free yet I'm still  under a curse of haterness,betrail,lost of love, 
confusion, along with true love.  Is their any budy who would like to trade lives with me that 
way.The two of us can see whats its like to live in some one else shoes/life, man your life is 
scary and mess up. Yeah I know mind is mess up as well yes I got pick on by my ownethnic 
group, sorry to say that but it's true.  Is their any budy who understands that fact is thaqt 
none of us has the right to clown/pick on others. When we all have prombles,issues,along 
with trying so hard to please a man or a women.Is their any budy that knows about the real 
truth of why  it's important for black history month for black people. Is their any budy who 
likes to be themselves.

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Tell Me When Was the Last Time.

Tell me when was the last time you look in my eyes and told me 
that you truely care about me. Tell me when was the last time we ever said we miss one 
another. Bettter then that  when was the last time  you said that to me, tell me when was the 
last time.  You hold me close to you wiyh out thinking about holding another women while 
you where holding me uh. Tell me when was the last time  we could've gone on a another 
date.  Tell me when was the last time you acutualy where thinking about me be hi=onest now 
I want to hear the truth. Telll me when was the last time  we kiss and acftualy meant it and 
not thinking about any one else. Tell me when was the last time you ask me on for a date 
and  lied to me. QAqbout not being a fast text writer how silly is that any ways tell me  when 
was the last time.  you gave me a compliment and meant it and you werent sweet talking 
your way to me.    Tell me when was the last time  we gaze into each others eyes and tell 
me . When was the last time we felt a connection between us you know or do you know any 
ways, like chemisrty.

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Im In Love Whith You.

Im in love whith you  and only you boy I never knew that I'd 
feel this way for you. I'm in love whith you I'm done playing games whith you  I'm done 
playing you as well. I'm in love whith you wow I'm actualy admitting  this  to you   and it 
feels so  scary. Yet so relaxing I hope you feel the same way abuout me because baby I'm 
not palying about this.  I'm realy in love whith you And my feelings for you have change in a 
whole new level.  I'm in love whith you  I want to be next you  when you wake up, I want to 
be the 1. You come home to every night and day I am yours and you  are mine their is no 
one who csan't take you aweay from me. And baby trust me this time when I say that no 
one, can't take me away form yoy any more. I'm in love you my true love.

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My Feelings Toward Him Are Like

My feelings toward him are like a bond betwen a farther and a son the way the two of them 
just  play catch,football,talk about girls, or even going fishing. my feelings towrad him are 
like a strong loveable touch. That's As strong as a rock and the strongest person in the whole 
world. my feelings toward him man I'll cry over him again if any other man tells me to 
choose  between my man and  the other man. Of course I'm going to choose my man over 
any buddy. my feelings toward him are like a mothers unconditional love that she has for 
some of her children. My feelings toward him are like  a pair of doves sitting on a tree close 
together. Hearing one anothers haert beating with a sweet melondy  as they get closer to 
one anothers heart. My feelings toward him are like two people who just met  for the first 
time, but knew that their is chemisrty between the two of them.My feelings toward him are 
like. As if I don't care if  their is any one around when I say that I'll always care about him 
and also along with expressing my true feelings toward him. My feelings toward him are like 
dancing the night away. My feelings for him are like   when your a little kid and it's christmas 
time. And it's ready to open up your gifts yeah that's how I feel when I  hear his voice all 
excited and anxicous. My feelings toward him are like singing a song that I wrote about him  
just for him only. My feelings towrad him are like butterflies in my stomache that it tickels so 
much. That I have no choice but to laugh out loud and and say out loud  that I karleah have 
strong feelings for my baby boy. My feelings  towrad him are like going  out to a club and 
listin to your favorite club song. you know the one that makes you want to have fun and get 
wild, and act all silly around people. My feelings toward him are like puppy love the first day 
you see that special one for you. And you  know that he  could be the one for you from the 
moment on. My feelings toward him are like magical powrs that I have for him as in I can put 
a spell on him to make him fall for me. Yet why do that when  I already have him falling for 
me without the spell. My feelings toward him are  like juliet and romeo minues the death part 
of both of them. My feelings towrad him are like that feeling that you get  inside of yourself 
but you can't really expalin it though. My feelings towrad him are like    kissing him on the 
lips .

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I Still.

I still love you so please don't let me go,
                                       I still  have strong feelongs  for you.
                                       I still care about you  and want you back in my life.
                                       I still want to be next to you.
                                       I still want to hear your voice.
                                       I still think your differnt from the rest. 
                                       I still am feeling you.
                                       I still am atach to you.
                                       I still can't sleep that good with out you by my side boo.
                                       I still Want to have a good relationship with you.    
                                       I still and alwys will love you my stubby.

Copyright © Karleah Hall | Year Posted 2010

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When Will You

When will you come back into my life mom I miss you so much that's it's not  even  hartd to 
describe the missing part of you.  When will you learn to accept me as your birth daughter 
you made me. When will you feel happy around me when I myself feel extremly happy 
whenever I'm around you. When will you appreciate my love toward you,dad, my siblings, 
and the rest of my familly. When will you realize the truth that you   and I are blood which 
means that we are related. When will you love yourself first  I know it's hard to do this  but 
you can do it momma. When will you believe in me that I can do anything  if I put my mind 
to it. When will you come and see me don't lie to please to me for the second time I already 
am hurt. When will you come to  my weding yes I'm talking to you have you been ignoring 
me. When will you  help me out or better yet help yourself out with your own big issues that 
you keep on ignoring. When will you    be that strong women that  I know you are momma 
keep your head up high. When will you become a well intellgent,head up high , with 
confedence, within yourself type of queen. That you know that you are and can become one 
if  you just stop looking so misable. When will you  stop having regrets about giving me and  
another one of your children up for adoption. MOmma I kinda of undersatnd why you had to 
do what  you did. When will you.

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I'M Missing My Abay

I'm missing my baby see me and man not seen not one another for a long time and I'm missing. Him like crazy can't stop thinking about him or the late nights we spend on the phone talking. I'm missing my baby  he's always on mind  and always will be in my heart no matter what. I'm missing my baby just not being able to be held into his arms and as well as. Staring in his eyes man this feeling sucks I'm missing my baby  when will me and him be reunited. I'm missing my baby like no other can imagine its' like missing your love one. Who went off to Iraq and then comes home affter 6 months yeah I'm missing my baby.Wish he was here right my by side for I can hold him and tell him how much I love him. I'm missing my baby hey boo if you're out there and listing to this know that I mean. Everyhting that I'm saying in this poem to you because I'm missing my baby  I want him to come home. So bad to me  yeah I'm missing my baby  wont you pepole just let him come to me. I cry when I'm not around him nore when I can't see him or even can't breathe, around him. I'm missing my baby.

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What Makes a Unique Women

What makes a unique women.
                     What makes a unique women it's her pride that she has within herself.
                   What makes a unique women an independent women.
                   What makes a unique women a intellgent women.
                   What makes a unique women who has a mind of her own.
                   What makes a unique women a women who wont put up with no bs form no 
one.            What makes a unique women its her srtengh that she has the way she  avicates 
for herself.  What makes  a unique women.

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