Street Poetry (freestylez)

Anyone please add any freestyle writing that comes to mind.

I just cannot understand,
why a man,
would spread his hand, cuffed,
with money concealed to a stranger,
desires to mame her,
turn her lame.
Beat her until she is insanly possessed by death,possibly.
but the word death cannot express the emotion fealt,
dealt with,
it is like a celtic, ritual.
Before I said a fistful, of money, and honey i plan to keep the subject hungry, for sin.
For sin is spread within these womens cunts.
I said **** and the subject is blunt,
but, if you are still reading you must have come to the point.
A wrecked women in detroit, stands.
Legs wide,
"Fifteen dollars and your dick can be inside,---- me -."
She explains. Her eyes turned a lame color of gray,
if she could, she would say,
Niggah please I wont be,
on that dick today.
You could not pay for such a gift.
But these womens clits hang dirty.
"Give me thirty and I will do anything you want."
They aggressivly taunt,
yearn, groan, moan over money paid.
Money today is not diapers for a,
Bay bay,
It's just enough for a rock,
A rock that I will stick in my sock and lock away.
Until later today when I find a gay,
man who knows the hand I have been dealt.
Who knows how I work for my wealth and does the same.
Postitution will never change, but it can be tamed.
These women claim to be worthless.
Pull the curtains, that show society shut.
Did jesus walk with the rabais' or did he walk with those who took it in the butt.
Those who were "corrupt."
Those who may have had eyes wide, but were forced to keep them shut.
So we must, join hands and bust, the barrier between a scarier philosphy then we already read.
These people may be,
-junkies-
but these people be.

 

freestyle poem written about prostitution.....

 

hey, i love the flow...

it's hard for me to write about things that aren't pretty.

i like your nick, dogfood420. LOL.

 

its cool but i dont like the references to religion. fix that part and i could make it into song version.

 

Wow babe, good poem. love you!!!

 

love love love is what they say
well pal if I had my way
I'd be dishin' it --
fishin' for the right one every day
but the fish don't bite
the end's in sight
and I'm thinkin I might
lay down and die
cos the blue of the sky's not as blue as my inner eye, no
and unless things start soon, oh
I'm gonna rip it up tear it
my heart can't bear it
and I'm melting from the inside

john said, all you need is love
well when push comes to shove,
and you've got none,
then what, son?
gonna lay down and take it like I do?
or be brave enough to look for someone new?



LOL yeah... uhhh not too good at freestyling... whooooooooooo!

 

Piece by pice
Release
Anger and hate
Don't negate
Your feelings
Forever reeling
Through endless space and time
Trapped in one mind
One straight path
Doin't even laugh
You know it's true
Who's ever been good enough for oyu
Not I
Not him
Not her
On whim
Not a single thing you ever said
Will be left on my mind
Before I'm pronounced dead


Yeah, It sucks, and it's pretty pointless, but what can I say, I'm bored and felt like posting

 

I really dig it dogfood, you should write more, I love flow of consciousness poetry..

 

thnx all... please add more, i will soon just having a mind block at the moment.....

Much love to all.

 

all you see is broken glass
you can watch the time pass
you can see it spin
you can see it crash
what should you do now
man what about that gash
you are bleeding pretty bad
theres smoke everywhere
you should see the scene its mad
what should you do
lie down or move
dont get up
what are trying to prove
you dont feel no pain?
keep your head man dont go insane
its all one big crash
but the end result is real
i know you dont want to feel
that pain you feel coming
open the door
get out and face the world

 

about the original post:
do you mean freestyle as in freestyle (AKA free-form) poetry or as in a rap freestyle
cause if you really freestyled that (rap type) than not only am I Elvis but I just shot a nice fiery falcon out of my ass
also, what type of posing faggot puts a 'z' at the end of freestyles?

 

what type of "posting faggot" drops in with a question like that, duck? or is that dick - like what you suck? and that falcon comin outta your ass, well you should lay off the grass cause the flaming bird is a phoenix - either that or its my hand, doused in gas, tryin to send you a message.

 

but you're right tho - i'd call dogfoods post more of a slam poem - ala the beatniks revisited, which i thought was good. flame on, though, dont let me stop you.

 

'posing faggot' not ""posting faggot""
I know that a phoenix is the flaming bird I meant to say 'flaming falcon' cus' falcons don't flame, it adds to the unrealistic-ness

 

hahaha i tried to slam you and i fucked it up - thats perfect. posing makes more sense of course - i'll let him defend himself from now on. but really Duck - ease up.. wheres the hippy love and respect?

 

It's okay I do it sometimes to
and 'bout that ease up thing, I just really hate posers especially when people take them seriously

 

First of all, I know better than anyone that he's not a poser. and second, It's his style of writting, I don't see you writting anything.

 

FIRST OFF dUCK YOUR INTELLIGENCY IS DEFINETLY SHOWN IN THE WAY THAT YOU SPEAK.
WIDEEYED YOU ARE RIGHT THOUGH IT IS MORE OF A SLAM STYLE, BUT THE NIGHT THAT I DECIDED TO POST I WASN'T IN THE STATE OF MIND THAT I REALLY CARED WHAT IT READ.
BACK TO YOU DUCK, IF YOU THINK UR BAD......BRING SOMETHIN.... TALK THE FRIGGIN TALK...YOU THINK YOU ACTUALLY CAN FREESTYLE, WHICH BY THE WAY YES I REALLY DO FREESTYLE I AM THAT HIP-HOP TYPE, THEN LETS SEE WHAT YA GOT. IF YOU DONT I THINK AN IGNORANT LITTLE BASTARD LIKE URSELF SHOULDN'T EVEN SPEAK ABOUT THE SUBJECT.

 

Id have to agree, it is his own form of expression. As for who could write better I wouldn't know *is gonna sit that one out*

 

As I sit here and drink my tea,
my mind is busy exploring the sea.
"Wow, that's alot of water"
While I was busy watching the waves crash near me,
an odd looking fish crawled up and sat on my knee.
I looked down and when he spoke i didnt make a sound,
"It's been far to long since I sung the water song."
I bent down to offer a kiss,
and with a swish - he was gone!


Stop, think about it.
take a step back, drop
if you come running i'll put up my block
A Space rock sent from Mr. Spock
Live Long and Prosper, do it proper
Don't be the next face on Crime Stoppers
blowing through a silent wind
I taste the void, I invite it in
Its not a sin,
but let me beggin my un charted travel
on the mindless psycho babble
please let me play some scrabble?
as the poetry flows know body knows
what i have to show
but im gonna have to turn that tap on
let it live long, and flow strong
like those hits from your bong, infecting your mom
and your mind
its devine but i spit this to a secont time