Tag Archives: Rhyme poetry

Simp.

Bliss simplicity

Simplicity is this

The rain tatter the roof

The coffee; I sit on my stoop

A faded piano; hi hat n snare

Bass; I can relax

Sit back and stare

It’s a glorious morning

Dark and in the rain

Simplicit bliss.

I feel no pain

Nina

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I miss my brother

Oh night sky

Riddle me this under a dozen moons

Why am I here

I sit alone as the sky begins to bloom

Is he with me?

My defiant existence

Finding a sentiment in my resistance

I’m lucky to still be here

Grant me the strength

Serenity

Wisdom

Missing my fallen Angel

Why did you take him

I miss him

Nina

Endings.

I aint hustle no more; you do your damn thing

I tried to trust you no more;

Made me lose my damn mind

Just can’t fuck witchu; even tho I was in love with you

Fuck these days; fuck these times;

Raise my glass ; my new girl is all mine

Sip my drank and she clearing my mind

Im not going back to the street life

Not because its scaring me

Imma do right

So my parents aint have to bury me

Nina

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Baby your a pinnacle

So perfect; I could worship n I wonder n hope its not cynical

Unbelievable beauty and grace is such a miracle

When you said yes; my stress went out the window

We have a date with destiny; a destiny date

I wait n wait so anxiously;

Just simply to see your face

But I know time flies and in a blink of an eye

I’ll have you in my arms and eventually have to say goodbye

I’ll let you go fly cause I can have you back

I said baby can I love you?

“Only if I can love you back.”

To E.S.D.

Nina

3rd abstract 9

This is a no commission

Simple reminiscent bliss a fitted picture bliss

I’m 9

9 times out of ten rhymes without a pen

My mind wanders I ponder n walk there is n there isn’t

I decide where I have been

No existential proof that I’ve existed upon the truths; visions

So I can see clearly. 3 3rd eye for dearly

Departed I miss you n the world is frozen supposedly cold hearted

Brain-dead

The b girl t girl it’s me world

Dancing n Stompin on leprechauns

Graff writer, the morning apple biter

Squattathon apple bottom horizontal

Leg lifts n vegan dish, Splishy splash

Free as a bird with the fish. eez

Bish please;

People come n go like the train

I run with my wife n son in the rain

Never in vain; kinda broke

Stains on my shirt;

I don’t complain, sip n trip

Go to the skatepark n rip

a concrete wave.