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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 Falling Love 6/13/2017
 The Shaded Tree Congratulations 6/12/2017
 Jesus Is The Answer Love 6/10/2017
 A Poet Love 6/10/2017
 Song of Nature Love 6/9/2017
 It's All A Lie Misc 6/9/2017
 Questions of Destiny Love 6/8/2017
 The Wind That Blew Love 6/8/2017
 Cynthia Love 6/7/2017
 Holocaust Grieving and Loss 6/7/2017
 Prince Love 6/6/2017
 The Persistent Quest Love 6/6/2017
 A Lonely Man's Dream Love 6/6/2017
 Van Halen Congratulations 6/5/2017
 Blood Upon The Walls Love 6/2/2017
 The Beauty Of A Dove Inspirational Poems 6/2/2017
 Love In Bloom Love 6/2/2017
 Love Is Calling Love 6/1/2017
 Presence Love 6/1/2017
 Song Bird Delight Love 6/1/2017
 Cool Moe B Silly Poems 5/31/2017
 My Life Love 5/31/2017
 Maggie's Eyes I Love You 5/31/2017
 Faith Like A Child Love 5/31/2017
 A Paradox In Time Inspirational Poems 5/31/2017
 Lord Give Us Strength Life 5/30/2017
 Unending Love Love 5/30/2017
 Hands Love 5/30/2017
 Days Gone By Love 5/29/2017
 A Little One's Eyes Love 5/29/2017
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Falling in the dust on the ground
A way to explain with hip hop beats in my brain

Staying up late at night just chilling with a flame
This is a roll up so what's the hold up

A fly by night explosion with a tear in my eye
Does this come at a big enough surprise

Born in the hood doing no good
Washing dishes for a living

No more remorse nor any forgiving
All my home boys in the street

I sprang a brand new leak
A tender moment like a rose

Up your nose with a rubber hose
Sugar is sweet like a scent of the honey

Getting you broke with no more money
Skipping jump rope playing spades

Having it made in the shade
Act you age

We only go this way once so we must be proud
Having a nine to your head wake up late falling dead

Success in life is very sweet and appealing to the eye
A quaint way to greet a passerby

Still I'm falling but I can't get up
I a world torn with violence what's the hold up

Shallow lies no surprise must we fall prey to those wicked lies

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