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Poem Details | by Kristopher Higgs |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, africa, age, allah, allegory, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, august, autumn, baby, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty, bereavement, best friend, betrayal, bible, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blue, day, dedication, devotion, faith, happiness, lost love, love, me, passion, words,

While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.


Poem Details | by heather gray |
Categories: childhood, history, inspirational, sports, basketball, fun, love, soccer, sports,

The inpact of sports

I love to stay involed with my community.One of the ways I do that is by playing 
sportsPlaying sports is a great way to meet new peopleIt’s fun because when I 
go to some of the other high schools I see people from our old teams who you 
are playing against nowEveryone involved in sports here at Mercy High is 
encouraging and supportingThe sports I am involved in are cross country, 
basketball, and soccer  
	One of the sports I do is cross countryThis is the first year I have 
ever done cross countryIt has been extremely fun being on the cross country 
team because all the girls on the team are super niceDuring every race they will 
be there cheering me on, even if I am the last one too cross the finish lineI think 
that running can be boring, but my parents, coaches and other runners always 
encourage meThe main reason I am doing cross country though is to stay in 
shape for basketball.
	My favorite sport is basketball, which I play in the winterI have been 
playing basketball ever since I was a second graderBasketball is my favorite 
sport because I love the way the game is constructed. Basketball is a team 
sportYou could be the best player in the world but have awful teammates which 
could results in a loss
	During the Spring I play soccerJust like basketball, soccer is a team 
sportYou need to be able to communicate with the other playersI have been 
playing soccer almost my whole lifeSoccer is a great sport for anyone to play 
because when you are younger the soccer ball and fields are all smallerSome 
sports are to hard to play when you are young because you don’t have the 
strength.


Poem Details | by Natasha Horton |
Categories: africa, america, angel, basketball, betrayal, bridal shower, cute love,

WHAT DO YOU SEE

Separation rules the nation it seems
Our race decrease the identity that cannot be redeemed

Yes we have amicable lives whom still believe in MLK's dream
The steam from our hatred of deceit and misfortune 
Has brought our brains to be washed in them

I feel like my people don't understand fear
Only the kind that could end your life or when the boys in blue are near

It's very rare for a black community to have unity
Even though their own may bring forth destruction or present a bad opportunity

Blind in a path of darkness, deciding to change but it's too late
Went down the wrong road and took the bait

Putting ourselves in situations we didn't want to create
It's Satan's job to keep you in that place

But God said to repent and He'll forgive and it'll be erased
What's happening to us in this world today?
It's very obvious where some of our people's priorities lay

Are we really that distracted
On the hottest rapper, shoes, money, and fashion
Disaster is right around the corner while your're ignoring the real problem that's about to happen

Reactions are suppose to be in the realm of wisdom
Being in your feelings can sometimes be the end of your feedom

Just listen to what people say and what they do
Why? Trust me, they are watching your every move

You were born to win and not loose
Let's encourage one another and not be abused

By those who taught us the false hood of our heritage
For it goes beyond Harriett Tubman

We are royalty 
Kings and Queens with true loyalty

Now we have become jokers and servants
Stripped for our knowledge to be non-observant

To follow the rules of this land
Limits us by a simple code through the government's hands

Tobacco and liquor stores on every corner
Yet shutdown the programs the kept our kids out of trouble

Double negatives that play in our lives
Despise those who take our future for granted and not recognize that we were structured not to survive 

Open your eyes
For time is not on our side

Never was and never will be
Yet we still have control of what we face and see

Clock is ticking 
No more wishing 

That circumstances will change 
Yes, faith can rearrange all things

Pray about it, trust and witness your abundance 
For we have always been the chosen ones from each end of the compass

Wake up and know who you are
For God has brought us this far to reach the stars


Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: basketball, beautiful, beauty, confusion, courage, dedication, devotion, fear, fun, funny, happiness, happy, humor, judgement, love, me, memory, nature, nice, poems, poetry, silly, smile, time, trust, truth, words, write, writing, hair, me, hair, me, mirror, smile,

Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




Poem Details | by Amin Jacek Pedziwiater |
Categories: basketball, hate, love, me,

is done

Only I hate is Love
       Switching any way
 In of at last ends out


Poem Details | by Natasha Horton |
Categories: adventure, allah, angel, anger, basketball, best friend, car,

Complicated Love- From Kishiea Davis

Love can be complicated

Like a disarranged puzzle that is passed by daily

No one bothers to put the broken pieces together

All alone, waiting for that special touch

To embrace each piece with gentleness and care

When that special mind that longs to complete and discover the beautiful image

That no one has yet to bring to fruition

The smile that can be seen through the eyes which sees all the perfect imperfections

Making the puzzle so unique and dope its own way

Far from any other puzzle

Challenges unraveling this particular artwork

The optimistic mind brought to life

Which makes the appreciation last forever

Love

Complicated, yet worth the wait 


Poem Details | by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allah, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, april, art, baptism, basketball, beach, beauty, betrayal, bible, blessing, body, bullying, care, caregiving, celebration, celebrity, change, childhood, christian, courage, dedication, dream, family, children, for her, for him, hate, hero, i love you, inspirational, joy, lost love, love, love hurts, lust, power, social, sorry,

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: basketball, brother, car, dedication, devotion, family, god, heart, hero, light, love, miracle, natural disasters, night, snow, storm,

Rick Heart's warmth

            Through the darkest of nights with cold ice
            Yet remembering in my heart with warm love    

          A time in the Midwest an Irish French family of Seven 
         The fishing , boating and woods sent by Heaven 

          One night stands out that warms my Heart a frozen state      
         It was Winter having a Basketball Game to cheer at.very late

          asking others too many times before for a ride
                          ~ here comes my pride ~

              calling many times only receiving a machine 
              standing by the only payphone , out of change
            It's now 3am calling collect , freezing my bones , the Scene

                I was giving up thinking.shelter where to find ?
             snow falling hard, last call , my oldest brother answers

                 Never have I forgotten that frost bitten night 
              ~  through the frozen snow I see his headlights ~
 
            Rick driving his " Mach 1 "  Proud , Foghat playing loud 
           He my Hero like an Angel takes flight , certain he saved my life     
         ~ It was God whom sent him out in the cold freezing night ~
 
(   This is a poem entered in "Hearts Warmth " contest , also a true story of love 
     &   dedication to my oldest Brother  ) I always proud


Poem Details | by Dennis Davis |
Categories: basketball, betrayal, color, depression, feelings, heartbreak, sad love,

the color of my tears

                          Tell me the color of my tears
tell me if you will what is the color of my tears
are they the color white or red
I can’t bare to look and see
There must be something wrong with me
I’ve never done this crying thing before
my wife was the center of my life
she took away everything I had
my love my two children my life
and she won’t give them back to me
so I took the spade
and dug the hole where she’s now laid
in the darkest corner of my mind where the wind blows cold
and it always rains the sun will never shine
in the darkest corner of my mind
I feel the tears falling from my eyes like an April rain
does my crying bring me shame I cannot bare the pain
tell me please what is the color of my tears
I’ve never done this drying thing before
Dennis Davis 10/28/17


Poem Details | by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, age, anger, baptism, basketball, body, bullying, care, cat, celebration, child, childhood, children, conflict, crazy, creation, dedication, discrimination, dream, education, family, kids, forgiveness, growth, hate, health, heart, hero, lost, magic, miracle, music,

Love And Pricks

I Love the elderly so full of history I love my generation who kept me a mystery I love the children who's future, now bright for I have died for them to capture the light for i understand pain more than ever once I released it the anger got better as it went away from the people and into my music without a single reason to prove it without a reason to let Love's light in I didn't, it found me and lesser I sin God and my father both let me know it would all be okay so very long ago even tho the road would be full of pricks even back then I'd tell them you can all suck my dick. -Bj Fard


Poem Details | by Derek Westbrook |
Categories: baby, basketball, beautiful, break up, lost love,

Anita anita

Anita anita I don't know what I would do if is really Anita Anita but just remember I really Anita anita


Poem Details | by Bj Fard |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, adventure, age, allah, america, analogy, angel, anger, angst, animal, anniversary, art, baby, baptism, basketball, beach, beautiful, betrayal, bible, birth, blue, body, brother, cancer, care, celebration, celebrity, character, christian, dream, emotions, faith, for him, friendship, future,

The Magik Of Love

Reflections in the mirror were getting scary I could not carry the weight of my pain it almost took my life to learn to love again for I have made a friend somewhere along my long lost way I hope that I helped him just a fraction of how he helped me maybe that single thought is what finally gave me my peace enough to release so much stolen energy Now I am not afraid to walk where the streets are hot for I thrive in Hell's kitchen where the devil stirs my pot for I now have him quiet tame I sacrificed my dragons at the alter of my name and now you are my slaves any time I need I'll call upon my superhero's to come and rescue me like my Saint Toni who swept me off that bridge and showed my how a death can be the greatest reason to live for she was the seed to grow my Eden then a man from a foreign land gave me something in myself to believe in the magik of Love.


Poem Details | by Stephanie Gutierrez |
Categories: adventure, basketball, boyfriend, character, love, pain,

When love was innocent

Innocent Love
The 10th grade-I was hurt, had a lot of pain I wore, thought that everyone could see it on my shirt, I felt incomplete, tried to be neat and do all the things I could to just be me, however, the pain didn’t cease, I couldn’t escape, had that basketball in my hand and that was clear that I had found the love of my life, ballen, shooting hoops, being me, the lost sheep with not too many that new inside how I was feeling deep inside.
First love came after a heart break, or so I thought, trying to fit in in high school I settled with the fools doing what they do, not cool evidentlyAnd my heart was crushed when I rushed to trust someone to hold my hand and call me there girl, didn’t happen quite that way, so I opted out to pray and one day my prayer was answeredAnd there he was… handsome, tender and happy, he was hard and caring at the same time, I was on Marvin’s “my oh my” welcome to a true highWe caught each other’s eyes, and in an instant all the pain that resided drowned away and I still remained, with a clean plate and he melted my heartWe started talking, walking, meeting each other on breaks, and at the end of the day we lived close enough to one another that the chase kept up paceOnce we got off the bus we would meet up again day after dayWalk to the movies, like kids I finally felt free to play -no escaping I was having fun living finally, innocent love.
We would take pictures once a month, go to breakfast, dinners and lunch, and when we kissed it was like we were the only onesA hug like a safety neat, a laugh that you wouldn’t forget; and that was just us
But people started talking, teachers became concerned, parents expressed the things that we were trying to explore, and it went from free, to complicate almost instantlyStress and test, trust it was rougher than a good game of chessWe are now at graduation and knotting our heads, I'm getting kicked out the door of my parents, while he is trying to be proper to hisSo love became a task, and the chase became more complicated than math, where it got so bad we had to ask “do you still want me? Love me?” heartbreak…broken glass.
Chasing love is no easy task, seeing your love incarcerated and numb not a righteous path, taking greyhound buses to visit, driving alone in the lonely journey to be nearer… didn’t make life any clearerBut loyalty helps to fill up an empty glassIn the mist of the twist, and the roller coaster we have two lovely children that remind us daily why we survived our trials and tribulations, there smiles and laughs are pure and innocentSeventeen years later we are closer than we ever cloud have planned for or imagined, and when we look in each other eyes it’s no surprise the love that sprouted once upon a time is still shinning, through good times and bad, the rain and sunshine are hands are locked and intertwined, and the love is unconditional; innocent love still growing within us.


Poem Details | by Diet Water |
Categories: addiction, angel, bangla, basketball, beauty, bridal shower, first love,

thongs on fire and other storys

my thong is on fire 
i'm up for hire 
but no one will 
so i started selling pills
i needed the cash
but then somebody found my stash
it wasn't even drugs just mashed up smarties
so no one's gonna be getting high at their parties
this life is just way to sad
that's why i decided to move in with my dad.
 


Poem Details | by Mark Concepcion |
Categories: basketball, cute love, girl, hello, how i feel, i miss you, sad,

whispered love

Whispered Love

thank you,
you came into my life, with no regrets,
full of support and i'm blessed to have you.
you know how much i love you.

my never ending love for you, and to our cute lovely girlswill remain forever.

thank you,
for giving me your trust, 
no dust and lust, can destruct my focus,
to have a better yet GOD fearing family.
and to pursue our dreams.

always believe in GOD i know he's there always 
to guide and bless everyone.

sounds cheesy but it’s true.
i


Poem Details | by Tichaona Ngatiane |
Categories: basketball, love, romantic,

Into darkness

I ma come to your door and knock.
You gonna open the door and stare
I ma say nothing but smile
That big beautiful smile
That lights up ma eyes.
Then I ma jus gonna shock you
Sweep you into ma arms, tight
Drink of the sweet nectar of your mouth
One long breathless kiss
Fight it you may, I don't care
Then I ma put you down soft
Look into those exquisite eyes of yours
And whisper what I have always wanted to
That I have always loved you
That you light up my world
That you are everything I always wanted
My own Juliet
I ma turn and walk away.
Eyes glistening, knees weak
Ma heart yearning for more, for you
I ma walk and never give you a chance
To burst ma bubble, ruin ma moment
For I know you got someone
You love someone.
I ma etch that moment, engrave to my soul
As I walk into the darkness.


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: basketball, best friend, christian, love, miss you, sports, word play,

B13-POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME

POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME 



THE MOST LOVING GIRL SO WONDERFUL & SWEET

SHE IS THE GIRL THAT IS LIGHTING UP MY LIGHT

SHE HAS THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVING SMILE YOU WOULD EVERY SEE

THE WARMTH IN HER HEART THAT GIVE YOU THE MOST WONDERFUL 

FEELING YOU CAN EVERY FEEL

THIS IS THE LADY OF MY LIFE I AM VERY HAPPY TO KNOW!!! 




BY: MY.JRRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


AUTHOR


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: basketball, best friend, bird, birth, birthday, black african american, blessing,

B25-POEM 24 WHAT IS LOVE J

POEM 24 WHAT IS LOVE 



WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE A NEVER ENDING SUMMER.

WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE A TROPICAL FOREST IN THE TUNDRA

WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE A HEALTHY OBSESSION

WHAT IS LOVE IT IS LIKE SNOW FALL IN THE SUMMER





MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Poem Details | by Don Bukana |
Categories: america, angel, basketball, , sweet love,

LOVE

Where do I begin
To write 
Of how great a love can be
The sweet love that never fade

That is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me

Where do I start
With her first hello
She gave new meaning
To this empty world of mine

There'll never be
Another love, another mine 
She came into my life
And made the living fine

She fills my heart
She fills my heart 
With very special things
With angel songs
With wild imaginings

She fills my soul
With so much love
That anywhere I go
I'll never  let go

l' m  never lonely 
With her along who could be lonely

I reach for her hand
It's always her hand
 
How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now

But this much I can say now 
I know I'll need her 'till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there

How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now

But this much I can say now 
I know I'll need her 'till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there
She'll be there



Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: anniversary, arabic, autumn, basketball, best friend,

love in a name

Love in a Name.

Crystal Falls, I saw this name on the net 
I could so easily fall in love with a woman like her
Her name has so many possibilities a song 
Or a dramatic love story that ends in loss of love
She will forever be a song in my heart even if
She left me with a man with diamond studded yacht
Crystal Falls know diamonds are forever
Love is a sunny day in winter land.
Why did people, tell me she is an ambassador for
 A club of people who like dining at fancy restaurants.
 
Her nom de guerre is Crystal Fall; her real name is 
Johana Solar how can I love a name so unmusical 
 A vase dropped to the ground it was made of mineral
 Shards of broken love.


Poem Details | by liza marry |
Categories: angel, basketball, cat, celebration, celebrity, change, chicago, cute love,

Poems about Life

We are the sum of experiences that we encounter as we go through lifeDay to day struggles and triumphs are experienced by all of the world's creaturesAs human beings, when we encounter a challenge, we have freedom to choose how to reactEvery decision that we make leads us down a different roadWe will never come to exactly the same crossroadsEvery decision that we make has significanceThe tiniest choice that we make reverberates throughout the entire universe.
 http://canon-printer-help.com/


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: appreciation, baptism, baseball, basketball, birth, birthday, blessing,

B13-POEM 44 YOUR HEART BEEN TOUCH BY LOVE

POEM 44 YOUR HEART BEEN TOUCH BY LOVE




YOUR HEART BEEN TOUCH BY LOVE THAT COME FROM MY HEART TO YOURS FOR LIFE

OUR HEART IS FULL OF LOVE FOR EACH OTHER THAT SHINE WITH EACH PASSING DAY

OUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER IS FOR A LIFE TIME OF LOVE & JPOY, PEACE & HAPPINESS

OUR TRUE FEELING FOR EACH OTHER COMES FORM OUR HEART AS ONE







BY:MRJERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 


AUTHOR


Poem Details | by Kruthi Umesh |
Categories: april, art, basketball, best friend, chocolate, emotions, love,

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Poem Details | by Leo Mbalamana |
Categories: basketball, beach, beautiful, bereavement, black love, blessing, blue,

The Journey

The journey to success has no shortcut
Although things may seem difficult 
There’s always a path 
Within the depths of the aftermath 
Life gives everyone a chance 
Its up to you to take it and advance 
Everyone is born with some sort of intelligence 
Sometimes you just need confidence 
And a little persistence 
To bring your goals into existence 
And when you discover your talent 
Learn to stop being absent 
And live your life fully in the present


Poem Details | by TS Lewis |
Categories: basketball, love, music, spoken word, writing,

Reason Why I Sing

She said poetry
doesn't belong
in black and white format
tongue tied along
grammatical lines
of the English language 
when I perform acts
that make her want to speak 
Spanish
It should be exhaled
on skin when temps
drop below ten.
Closed eyes and 
open imaginings discussed
in midnight forums
with me playing
Hall of Fame defense
against her offense
that's clicking on 
all cylinders
Exhausted from all
the overtimes
She has a look
of divine as sunshine
creeps through
the edges of loosened sheets
I tend to agree
such things shouldn't be
written but lived out
in dramatic fashion
Splendidly ad-libbed
from what our minds
have been humming


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: baseball, basketball, beautiful, bible, birthday, black african american, blessing,

B13-POEM 2 THE LOVE

POEM 2 THE LOVE 



WE WAS SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER THAT WE JUST OUT OF REACH

EVERY WAKING MOMENT THAT WE ARE TOGETHER THE LOVE FOR EACH OTHER 

WE HAVE IS MOST WONDERFUL & JOYFUL TO ONE ANOTHER

EVEN WHEN WE KISS IT LAST SO LONG I CAN NOT FOR GET IT CASUE IT IS SO SWEET





BY: MRJERRY BIG PAPA WELLS 

AUTHOR


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: addiction, age, appreciation, baby, baseball, basketball, beauty,

B31-POEM 4 I LOVE YOU

POEM 4 I LOVE YOU 



I LOVE YOU I TOLD YOU HOW I CARE ABOUT YOU

I LOVE YOU I TOLD YOU THE REASON WHY I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU I TOLD HOW I FEEL FOR YOU IT IS TRUE

I LOVE YOU IN EVERY WAT THERE IS TO LOVE A PERSON






MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 





PLEASE REPLY TO EMAIL: 
JERRYWELLS85@YAHOO.COM



Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: angel, anxiety, appreciation, baptism, baseball, basketball, beauty,

B25-POEM 41 I LOVE YOU

POEM 41 I LOVE YOU 



I LOVE YOU BABY MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW

I LOVE YOU; YOU ARE MY ONE & ONLY; YOU MAKE ME FEEL WARM & SAFE

I LOVE YOU; YOU ARE MY WORLD; YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE SMILING

I LOVE YOU; YOU MAKE ME FEEL SECURED




MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Poem Details | by Jerry Wells |
Categories: appreciation, baptism, baseball, basketball, beach, beautiful, beauty,

B25-POEM 30 I LOVE YOU

POEM 30 I LOVE YOU 



MY FEELING MEANS I LOVE YOU 

I LOVE YOU STANDS FOR WHAT I BELIEVE IN YOU

I LOVE YOU WITH EIGHT IS WHAST I SEE & FEEL

I LOVE YOU CAN'T YOU SEE YOUR THE ONLY ONE FOR ME

I LOVE YOU THREE WORDS ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY





MRPROFESSORJERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS 

AUTHOR 


Poem Details | by Mario Vitale |
Categories: appreciation, basketball, lost love, rap,

Back By Force

living on the edge and it's going to my head

sitting up at night all alone in bed

 

Following the rainbow to the sky

I see a vision of you pass me by

 

Got breaks in my mind

to much heaven robbed me blind

 

came from the crafted elegance of his design

freaks in the street but there ringing the bell

 

one foot in heaven while the others in hell

now I got a great story to tell

 

you G in the hood looking for no good

caught up in harms way looking for a score

 

robs the nearest hommie down at the local store

yet looking for a better day a reason to retire

 

blown up in its fullest desire

got boogy in his socks way down to his toes

 

rolling a fat blunt smoking it down as the story goes

got music in my head yet I'm no Judge Dread

 

A hustler is a beggar looking for his latest score

shaking up with the latest whore while she screams more more

 

it's in the in tuned harmony to the hidden beasts menagerie

falling straight down & feeling the pain

 

not having that bitch in his arms is driving him insane

now I'm back by force in the Summer's game

 

Fat paycheck & I can't complain

just hit the tempo beat one last time

 

Got a rage in the cage on this one last line

man I'm feeling the heat but Satan robbed me blind

 

Still i'll look up as Tupac had shared

give props to my higher power cause I know he cared