Quiet Poetry Lounge : TIRED *** LOV POEMS

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  1. THA HOOKUPMAN

    THA HOOKUPMAN Banned MEMBER

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    quess what yawl....i'm tired of writing tired-*** love poems.
    tired of being mad about it, sad about it,
    pouring out my rage onto a page, and
    calling it sage, when it's
    really only coffee and a cigarette.

    i have not yet discovered that woman who gets me
    deep inside my soul
    the queen whose touch turns me to gold, but
    writing about it, for me, has gotten rather old

    this is not another piece about
    muses sipping mango juice and chamomile tea, or
    erotic melodies by exotic seas
    i'm gonna ease up on visits
    to such erogenous zones, cause
    I'm tired of writing tired-*** love poems.
    i've been writing all my life
    about my struggles and strife,
    seeing things in 3rd dimension
    chronicling my ascension in every other area except one
    and i've found that it ain't much fun
    being a dope *** love poet
    in order to write it, you've got to know it
    and everytime you read, there is bleeding
    in places some people don't even know about
    and, frankly, my dear, for me that ****'s played out

    i won't stand here and spout another
    'somebody done me wrong' song, or
    '****, it's been so long' song, or
    '**** you, i'm leaving your punk-*** again
    'cause i'm so strong' song
    i'm so tired of tired-*** love songs.
    i don't wanna be tragic anymore
    not stand at one more ******* door
    waiting for someone to stop me before i go
    drivin' away, cryin', listening to d'angelo
    knowing i'm going straight home to write
    another love piece that i'll read tomorrow night
    for your consumption and my release

    you have to go through all that to get to all that,
    and i'm cool.
    i've been schooled, probably broken every rule
    in the name of divine inspiration
    eating my way through heartbreaks like prime rib steak
    and we do so love the taste of revelation
    but i'd like to someday be cured of this affliction
    yes, i'll admit, i have an addiction
    hooked on desire, and passion, and pain
    jonesing for moonlight, and sunsets, and rain
    midnights have often found me at home
    sobbing loudly in a corner, all alone
    poring over my book, writing another ****
    tired-*** love poem

    perhaps i should check into some kind of clinic
    for the terminally emotionally insane
    aka 'those who perpetually love in vain'
    please - stop me before i gush again

    before i drown in the rush of blue ink from my pen
    i'm sick to death of martyristic sacrifice
    walking around with puffy eyes, 'cause
    i forgave that ***** for the exact same lies,
    over and over again

    that's not what love is supposed to be,
    that's just some good **** to put in a piece,
    and though i live through my art,
    i don't want no more broken hearts
    in the name of dope poetry
    i need to explore some different material

    write about a bowl of cereal, or
    the ethereal quality of a single candle glowing
    in a white-walled vacant room
    or the crazy man who walks around downtown
    foretelling impending doom
    or how they found the first black men
    in and around egyptian tombs
    see, there's other stuff to write about,
    other stuff that I'm about,
    than love poems, tired or not
    **** love poetry, i want to live love reality
    want someone to take me to that black sand beach
    wanna feel mango juice dripping all over me
    be loved so well on a day-to-day that
    i can't think of a single thing to say about it
    am I done today writing love poems? doubt it
    i'm still sleeping alone in my single bed, still
    visions of happy endings dancing in my head
    and perhaps there can never be enough said
    on the subject of desire
    i'm just tired of being inspired
    by tired-*** love...poems...(sigh)
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    feeling ya emotions flowing here
     
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    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    good write enjoyed flow head on......
     
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    Poet...You've caught the vision...
    of what poetry...truly is..."Beyond Love"...

    :hot: :hot: :hot: :hot: :hot: :hot: :hot: :hot: :hot:


    Encore...Encore...Encore...

    I would love to hear this on the open mic...

    Your work ...this piece...was completely off the chain...

    Immeasurable...I loved it...!​
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Well now, poet this flowed so real. I enjoyed this, you have a wonderful descriptive flair.
     
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    OldSoul Permanent Black Man PREMIUM MEMBER

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    that black sand beach

    want someone to take me to that black sand beach
    wanna feel mango juice dripping all over me
    be loved so well on a day-to-day that
    i can't think of a single thing to say about it


    I liked this piece as I was reading it,
    but when I got to the black sand beach,
    (which I have been to and long to return),
    this piece elevated to Brilliant Beyond Peer.
    That's past Outstanding.
     
  7. lowkey

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    so real my brotha...


    quest fo the sun...elevate untill we all overcome


    1 with the writtens u are soul



    love 360 my brotha



    -lowkey
     
  8. Kori

    Kori Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This poem made me laugh cry and smile all at the same time. i feel this on so many levels. But its hard to leave it alone when its on your mine. Nice work
     
  9. DA BROTHER LOVE

    DA BROTHER LOVE Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    **** this poem is deep.... i can feel the sadness in this poem.... at the same time there is frustration, being weary of suffering.... i can relate all the way.... you just get soooo tired of being lonely all the time
     
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    Brother,

    You may be tired of writing them, but I am not tired of reading them. I am standing applauding this piece. I loved it from the first syllable. You dropped this. I would LOVE to hear you rock this on the mic. You are blessed Poet. Keep writing, please!
     
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