Black Poetry : Scenario Tyme!!! Attention all poets!!!!

[Bishop]

Alright Poets let's see what you got!!!

here's the scenario...Write a piece about coming face to face with poetry personified...In other words what would happen if poetry was a person and you met her/him face to face....

Let's do this POETS!!

Scribe your piece in THIS THREAD!!!

So Speaketh the Bishop!

 

[Sierra]

HELLO MY FRIEND

Hello my friend.
Let me shake
your hand.

Finally, I am
face to face
with you who
graced my life.

Without you,
I would have
long since
been gone.

You helped me
pick myself up
from the hard
cold floor.

You showed me
the reason for
what the birth
of my life was for.

Because of you,
I was able
to capture all
of these encased
emotions and
bring them
to the surface.

Because of you,
I learned
to value
my time on
this earth.

Becasue of you,
I learned
to appreciate
how precious
my life is.

Once, you
were a
distant
stranger.

Today, you
are my
glorious
savior.

I cherish
the beauty
you are
and treasure
the gifts
you, graciously,
gave me.

Hello my friend.
Allow me to
take your hand
as we continue
together on this
wonderful journey
until our end.


©2003 Sierra Raines


(Bishop, I hope this is what you wanted. I thought I'd be the first to give it a try! Peace. I like this idea!)

 

[cocobutterskyn]

Hey Bishop!

It's been a bit since I've flow'd, but here I go's


wassup poetry!

bout time you and
i met face to face.
we've been hangin' out
in my mind spendin'
private time and sharin'
personal space.

intimately touchin' places
we secretly hold
consummating words deep
within our souls.
givin' birth to compositions
that translate our state of mind.

spiritually linked for what seems
a lifetime.
experimentin' with ink, spittin'
lyrics enveloped in our essence
were emotions are cradled
and peace settles in.

it's peace to met you poetry
with you I am blessed.



feelin'it souldeep!
Coco



Copyright © 2003

 

[krazelyricks]

Hello poetry let me shake your hand
My, how you have grown into a manly man
When I first spit you out you were just below my hands
Now you've grown and you're speaking to everyone all across the lands

From my mind to yours you tell everything from love to crime
It doesn't matter whether it's day or night time
Didn't matter if I was at breakfast or it was time to dine
I created you so you could teach the world how to be kind

My, poetry how you have done good
You teach people in the suburbs all the way down to my hood
You get angry couples into the mood
You give people who starve a vision of food

You are my creation
This is not another dictation
It's a peperation
Of how you you touched my heart as well as the nation

You do everyting all so true
it's because of you this poem can never be through
Because you'll never stop spreading the mind of me and you
So go back to your job I just stopped you to say how you have grown into such a great view

 

[Bishop]

Sierra, I love how you brought this, and yes you have the right idea!!!

Coco...girl its been awhile, but thanks for dropping this flow.....

Foxy!!! Gurl this was tight!!!!!!!!


Alright I know I got some mo poets out there who can flow to this topic...Let's DO THIS!!!!!!!!