BEAUTY AT ITS BEST
When she enters that door "the beautiful ones are not yet born" to you will become a fallacy
to know that she is the most beautiful will not require literacy
without her the stars can not form a galaxy she is like a product from a true prophecy
and i swear i will never leave her even if she were a legacy.
Even when time stands still i will love her still
its true am heartless my heart she did steal
her beauty is out of this planet, and yes, she is real
although am a true saint for her i would kill.
She is the kind that makes you forego your designer outfit when she exposes her dirty linen
thou am a neighbour to hell she makes me fill like in heaven
her reputation got no competition, she is second to none
and i swear she would make a priest put a ring on it if she were a nun.
My name is Stephen Mastel.I am a poet by nature and i opened this blog so that the world can be motivated by my poems and poems of other poets and help them appreciate poetry as an art.The copyright of poems that are not written by me remains with the poem owners enjoy.
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Friday, 27 November 2015
HATERS
CUTHBERT
CUTHBERT
C-"Come baby come" that,s my soul calling
U- Unconditional love in my heart its flowing
T- Take my heart baby L.O.V.E is its code
H- Hold it with care its the 9th wonder
B- Because its the only archive that your heart is treasured
E- Every tourist come looking for it but like a
R- Rite it is protected in my blood streams
T- Taking it to another level and romance is its interest rate
HAIL THE QUEEN
HAIL THE QUEEN
always killing the game she is the female weezy
a legend in the game yet young than jeezy
let me not call her Nickie she is the only Minaj
Pretty gang she leads she is a queen of kings
rap to her ain't rent its a talent
she knows it inside out like the pope and the scriptures
MY DREAM GIRL
MY DREAM GIRL
About the sleeping pills I need an overdose buy me a new blanket or shoot me in the head so that I can sleep for life and always dream about her I need a new bed because I see her while am sleeping Never wake me up I will never open my eyes sleeping is my obsession I can't exchange it for anything you may call me a lazy bone but am always busy looking for my dream girl in my dream world Oh Go, thanks for the night time to sleep again hell no! the day is here I will pretend am sick am about to my proposal why are you waking me? please give me two minutes to convince her for a come we stay To me never say good night I need an R.I.P I don't need a super bed the coffin works for me the sleeping pills eish! I need a bullet to sleep for life and meet my dream girl
why!
why!
WHY!
why did i give you a place in my heart
why did i give you my shoulder to lean on
why did i spend that night calling your name
why did my eyes cheat me that you were beautiful
why did i let my hands hold you so tight
why did i let my eyes even look at you
why did i let my mouth say i love you
why?
why didn't i preserve my tears but cried for you
why did i buy that ring when your finger was nowhere to be found
why am i writing this poem while you won't read it
why was i faithful to you while all you did was make my life so dreadful
Wednesday, 25 November 2015
BLESSED
BLESSED
By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral
not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success
they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess
its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.
I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body
sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile
my name don't appear on the forbes list but God is the author of my story
I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry
Have you checked your twitter account am the hash tag
not coz am rich coz i can't even afford a hug
am the true definition of that word they call poor
but coz am breathing am blessed for sure
Have you checked your twitter account am the hash tag
not coz am rich coz i can't even afford a hug
am the true definition of that word they call poor
but coz am breathing am blessed for sure
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