"Slam"
Catcha wiff of rum~n~coke
approachin’ through backstage doors
Sweat runs into my eye
{shake it off}
so, I do
Hussy flies by me, tears streamin’
{booed off stage a time or two?}
Her boyfriend answers her call
{I’m on now}
{H’er goes nothin’}
“Streets hold and hide
concealed visions of what could’ve been
Ideas flown by
Summer skies
Winter nights
and souls of sin
Pound that pavement poet!
Reveal your visions from deep within!
Ideas, don’t hide!
Summer skies
Winter nights
time to begin...”
Palms clammy, I let go the mic
a solitary clap sounds
followed by many
{I’m flattered}
so, I bow
Hussy’s still sittin’ back stage
Her mobile lays broke by her feet
H*ll, she really ain’t all that bad
{I’m on now}
{H’er goes nothin’}
2007-11-06 11:45:05 · 7 answers · asked by ? 3 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Your poetry is so great that you can see the people ; the cars ; even th noises,,you are so talented shad; and evrything you write is fantastic; and loved by lots of us,,you are really a special women.
2007-11-06 13:12:57 · answer #1 · answered by Cami lives 6 · 2⤊ 0⤋
This is an awesome poem
it describes things having a
rum and coke.
Also described are the skies
like the summer skies
along with the nights
which is the winter nights.
I am sure with the cars on the streets
they would get slammed.
2007-11-07 12:03:39 · answer #2 · answered by sweet_blue 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I think you have captured the experience very well. I would add a lil more detail but that is me.....Great job!!! I was there with you, on stage with you....I love it
Write on!!!
Earth
2007-11-06 19:56:02 · answer #3 · answered by Earth the Poet 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Wonderful! It reminds me of a friend. The changes that he experienced!
2007-11-07 12:41:51 · answer #4 · answered by Bailey 6 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Onliest thing I slam is the door.
2007-11-06 22:00:13 · answer #5 · answered by Dondi 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
pretty sad 1!u hav gr8 feelings 2 shower!
2007-11-08 04:40:36 · answer #6 · answered by aditi 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋
cool. very nice job on that!
2007-11-06 20:45:26 · answer #7 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋