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Hood Love, Loyalty, And Honor

 A hustler in love with a thug they are both into deep
their destiny is their loyalty for the other
their love is deeper than the ocean could ever be,
being in the street is the profession they both chose she stands by him no matter what kind of trouble he's in.
The fear of losing him drives her to help him in his street hustle;
the fighter in her is what he loves the most.
Knowing that she has his back no matter what is what makes him heads over heels in love with her.
Together they ride the streets into eternity of love, and loyalty
On a daily they are expected to prove their love for the streets,
it’s fun to be in the company of the one you love while fighting to create a life of comfort and stability
their love is what keeps them from putting themselves in any further risk
they keep in mind the harm they would cause the other to hear of their lover being shot, or imprisoned.
Their hearts burn with passion both yearning for the comforting touch of the other.
When he comes home she hugs him so tight as if not seeing him in years
she starts to feel how hurt he is through the force his hugs.

over the years she becomes scared and cries tears in hopes to bring him home safe
the cost of being in the streets is high with the thought of having to say bye to the one you love


    Something I saw and liked .

Friendships

Friends will
Come and friends
Will go.

The seasons
Change and it
Will show.

I will age and so will
You.

But our
Friendship stays
Strong and true.

Shallow People     (Not my work)

We all are different! We all are unique!
We have our own habits, our characteristics underneath!

All the brains around, just narrow themselves and don’t think;
If they see someone friendly, free and happy…
They like to gossip, speak ill and be bad
And if you don’t join them,
They’ll do anything to harm you to simply feel content!

Their hearts are jealous,
Their minds are shallow;
They are smart enough to carve a bad name
When you just are very good.

They are so nice when they need some help
Such double faced monsters
Who harm you for sheer entertainment and ego satisfaction!

They are so normal and you feel they are your friends;
Even tough you are harmless
You don’t realize that they are harmful!
And with their cunning loud words,
Even simple people are influenced.

You keep wondering whats gone wrong, or why you have no more friends,
But my dear innocent soul,
It’s high time to realize those commoners are not true friends.

They listen to others and don’t use the mind of their own.
They smile at you but get embarrassed being around you;
As they know you have a bad name
And they’ll get one if they are seen with you!

If with others talks and cruel jokes,
Their stupid minds get influenced
It’s better to find no one to talk
Let alone being friends.

All those green hearts can’t stand your niceness and happiness
Believe me,
Lord wouldn’t forgive their souls
For their stupid sheer shallowness

You know who you are
You know what you do
You keep minding your own business
And let them do whatever they want to do.

 By shruti modi

― Dave Matthes, I Was Supposed to Die That Day, But I Didn't:

“The door is cracked
We used to meet
like water does land
no
not that
more like when skin touches skin
kissing fingertips
or when air escapes a lung
and is felt across the world
I've leapt over cracks in sidewalks
and swallowed away troublesome back pains
that could only be fixed with someone else's pills
We met by your house one stray day
and you drove me to the bay
where we sat and kissed like it was yesterday
And here you told me that you loved me
and that you always loved me
and that you would always love me
the wind blew and I held you
You rested your head on my shoulder
and the wind blew warm
Later, in your big red truck, we smoked some green
and I kissed you harder
and held your breasts, and felt between your legs
and with a gasp
you told me you were in love with me
And then you drove me back
and we promised it wouldn't be the end
not this time
The quill and inkwell on your foot
I'm a writer and you are my greatest art
I returned to my hell and dreamt of you once more”

Music

Music brings joy,
to all of our hearts,
It's one of those,
emotional arts.

Sounds of melodies,
that we truly adore,
Brings us pure pleasure,
as our spirits do soar.

Music that touches us,
we can't help but smile,
We're free to choose,
genre or style.

Music clearly,
enlightens our days,
Makes us happy,
in so many ways.

by anitapoems

Wonderful Friend

You're a truly wonderful friend,
A short message I would like to send.
Over time, I did observe,
In this life, many things you deserve.

I'm not simply trying to flatter,
Mistakes from the past don't really matter.
You just need to look ahead,
Love from your heart, continue to spread.

I know everything will be alright,
Since we're a team in this fight.
So remember, you're not alone,
Right next to you, there's your mental clone.

by AnitaPoems.com

Little Oak  by  Stone.

A squirrel scurries through the forest.
He moves here, he moves there,
Till satisfied he stills.
He looks around and then buries the seed.
An acorn foraged,
To be eaten when he has the need.

In time he forgets and a wonder occurs…
New growth is seen where he had once been.
Over time, it grows, it expands and forms a tree.

Stand proud Little Oak,
Grow bigger for all the world to see,
Your strength and undying beauty will expand and one day amaze me.
Storm clouds will hover above you,
To drench and feed your thirsty shoots.
To nurture as you spread and reach,
And stretch out your roots.

Higher and higher, your branches will span across the sky,
To bask in the radiance of sunlight, magnificent and bold
The warm rays you draw on,
The need to survive,
Bigger and bigger your shadow will cast,
As you robustly thrive.

When the winds are high and restless and you lose a branch or two,
It only makes you stronger and others in awe of you.
Now, as you grow…
A special place is formed all around.
A secluded, favourite spot and perfect rendezvous.
For as you age, you become a focal point,
Beautiful, magnificent, famous for some.
The Little Oak for lovers who covertly come.

You hold secrets in your acorns and shapely leaves,
Of lost innocence and of naughty lovers you wouldn’t believe.
Couples who bed down beside you, sheltered cries and hushes.
Lost in each other’s arms, whilst you protect their blushes.
Some use your strong trunk, the bark imprints on their skin.
Their noisy wild lust, too overwhelming to deny
Banging, ramming and pounding
In the heat of the summer sky.

Their moans of sweet rapture,
Are moments to treasure and capture.
Memories kept forever, as you age through time
To call back on and reminisce,
In the stillness of the night,
While the moon and stars twinkle in thought and shine on… bright.

You know of Bonny’s little trysts, her sinful guilty pleasures.
Of meeting her lover,
Their stolen moments and soft tender touches.
Within her, he causes her throes of passion,
Then he takes and plunders her willing treasures.

Discarded clothes, kisses, tongues and slow caresses,
Breath-catching as their nudity impresses
Moon light shadows or sunlit flickers on writhing bodies
Till, her screams of wicked desire duly fills the air.
As does his, lustful roar without any due care.
 
For the truth is, shshshhh, he shouldn’t even be there.
She has a husband back at home
But still …
To the tempting Oak, she unfaithful roams.

He too has a wife, fine and fair, 
Yet, wickedly he also tempts the fates,
That could cause him such trouble, strife and hates.
Their lusty desire overpowers and makes them bold,
It’s just far too thrilling, if truth be told.

He mounts her and thrusts in deep.
Infidelity now complete.
Copulating under the branches of green
Shaded, hidden, their affair all unseen.
She cries out in sexed up heat.
He moans his desire as he suckles her teat.
Wet, throbbing and wanting more,
Writhing bodies, he kisses her jaw.
Flushed, she grapples and scratches his back.
Red nail marks leave their track.
Pawing her body in wanton need.
Sweating, when he stiffens and empties his seed.
Panting breaths, holding each other tight
Grinding foreheads, eyes shining bright.


Though generations have come and gone
And brought about some change
Quietly you have watched it all, yet still remain the same.

If you could write a book of all the things you’ve seen,
You could perhaps reveal the secret of the heart carved rings
Embedded in your bark,
The clue to who had been Bonnie’s secret lover. Hark!

He had carved hearts and gilded their sinful crime,
Inside initials all but forgotten in the ticks and tocks of time.

A breeze rustles, an owl hoots, an acorned squirrel scurries by.
And time, it passes, it flies, it stills and again… hurries by.

You face each day with wonder, joy and hope,
And new lovers come to kiss and grope.
Lovers are drawn to this special place,
Known forever as … The Little Oak.


The End.

lovely Stone

nice poem Amy  you have talent

Not a poem, just a scribble, from an observation of a dreamer...

I stand on the platform, as I do every morning, waiting for the train to take me into the city and to work. As I cast my eyes around a magnificent sight greets me. The rising sun illuminates the cotton wool clouds turning them a stunning colour, that seems to be both orange and pink. For a moment, even though I'm awake, I dream of magical kingdoms riding upon the clouds.

Then my eyes look upon my fellow travellers; engrossed in their phones and newspapers. I realise then, that I am the only person to notice the magical show that nature has put on display.

With a melancholy heart, I wonder...are there really so few dreamers left in the world...?

Peace

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