Category: Poetry

Cole

Poetry

Competing constantly to be FIRST
Thinking about it all night, can’t sleep for a SECOND
Get paid the beginning of the month but broke by the THIRD
Stressing more and more henceFORTH
I’m to the point I feel like I need to drink a FIFTH
Drained all 5 senses I’m searching for the SIXTH

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

Poetry

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes, 1902 – 1967

In 4th grade I recited this poem for a project and since Langston Hughes has always been my favorite poet. If you haven’t already I encourage you to read into his works as well as his history. Hope you all can appreciate this poem as much as I do.

-T.Todd

Repetition

Poetry

Checking your social network pages
Hoping you post something new
It’s really starting to get old
This obsession I have for you

You came to me and then for me
I told you I loved you
You said you adored me
You’re my sanity I go crazy when you ignore me

The sound of your laugh
The curves of your smile
Can’t mention everything I love about you
I’d be writing for quite a while

I vow to pick you up when you’re down
Make you happy when you frown
Flood me with your love
I’m willing to drown

Created May 13, 2014

Poetry

Love is a drug
I’m having withdrawls
Upset at unanswered texts
Pissed off at missed calls

Ironic that You’re short
And I’m tall because
Whenever we’re up
Somehow we fall

I need you
Do you need me?
When you’re not in my sight
I just can not see

I have to have you
There’s no other option
But it’s like I’m done buying
And you’re still shopping

I need a doctor
My heart ain’t broken but it’s dropping
Just write a prescription make sure it say
it’s ok for me to take all these pills that I’m popping

Need a therapist to open my mind
And free all the pain that’s locked in
Maybe I found the key since I think we’re good now
Unfortunately just not then

Like wine hopefully we get better with age
Might be reading the same book
Just gotta get on the same page
I know it’ll happen but until then…mama always told me about these days.

More Than Physical

Poetry

Your touch as sensitive as you are emotionally
At times I hate it but I love it while you’re holding me.
Nothing but appreciation for your openness
Satisfied by the wetness of your lips every time that we kiss

When you spread your love for me I can’t wait to nurture it
Your tenderness dripping on my taste buds, so affectionate.
Massaging your folds covering you with my soul
Stroking within your depths so deeply I’m in a part of you only myself and God knows

Your face and knees on the bed, your lusciousness in the air
Just in awe of your vulnerability I can’t help but stare
Entering you generously offering my lust endlessly.
As we fully become apart of each other our emotions peak relentlessly

Afterwards laying together, your head on my chest
Thinking silently about why I ever settled for anything less
Comforting one another in warmth, I glance at the fan above you
Then looking down into your eyes my only thought is I love you.

How We Were

Poetry

Burning candles
Chilled wine
Precipitation falling from the skies
I’m reminiscing on the time

When we were young
Not much meant anything
Somehow things that were nothing
Now mean everything

Money. Work. Society.
Youth was a blessing
No worries like, who would lie to me
You were truly your own deity

How do we replenish those child-like spirits?
Where when life was amplified by problems we couldn’t even hear it
If a situation was troubling we wouldn’t go near it
How do we replenish those child-like spirits?

Untitled.

Poetry

I imagine your touch
I impersonate your feel
Love and pain,
No denying what we have is real
I can’t be fine with you leaving
I miss your presence
Just can’t seem to fake your essence
In need of your love
Can’t live without your existence
I’d die without our commitment
Seems like we have everything but consistence
See but it’ll all be fine with a little persistence.

Be You

Poetry

 

Creative minds produce creative thoughts.

Attempting to save the essence of originality for the reason that once everyone thinks the same, creativity is lost.

Although you’re an employee you still have the potential to outdo the boss.

Never let them capture your beliefs, only you control your thoughts.

Life can change quicker than a blink.

They can own the ship you just have to jump off before it sinks.

They’ll laugh…

They’ll mock…

They’ll kick you once down.

Just keep smiling ear to ear,

Never let them see you frown.

It never gets easier,

You just become stronger.

Let success be your revenge,

Til they can laugh no longer.