Hi, I'm new around here. I don't write a lot of poetry, but I have a recent piece that's been met with mixed reactions all around, so I'm really quite curious. Well, here it is.

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Ode to Arrogance

Death with lute and lyre of bone
Has danced away from humble home
'Hind him his attendants trail
Man nor maid, none avail.

Mistress with her jewels bright
Flushed with fever, ill with fright
Is lead away by Death today
For her will, she obeys

Lord in his great lordly throne
Looks upon his fiefdom own
From this day Death will lead his way
Where he goes, he's no say.

King before his subjects good
Pale and wan, has understood
His right will be no good in Death
So he breaths small last breath

Coin and might will mean little
Those possessions so vital
In Death they will now fall away
No influence will they sway

I won't comment on what else Gale is a sucker for....lol

My turn to post a piece:

I lay there, wrapped in the covers, cozy and warm...

After helping my old man with his back pain, I hopped back on....

Then after giving me the biggest scare of my life, she gave me the BEST NEWS EVER!

Now I lay in the covers, grinning ear to ear, waiting for the day we walk the aisle

love is like an infection it takes you as its possession,
no control no power..all you can do is cower,
but i..i will power thru no matter what i will be with you,
for i will make love a light instead of a blight,
my sight for you will return again,
i cannot see earth because my world is you,
i will never bid you adue.

wow Jason, those are some deep words bro

i originally wrote that for my girlfriend

I embrace my desire to
feel the rhythm, to feel connected
enough to step aside and weep like a widow
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing on the spiral
of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out. Keep going...

Black is truth
The beginning
And the end
All in between

Black is pure
The root of man
Causing glory to shine
Black is mine...


i have over 200 writes on allpoetry.com/loneart

The fallowing was written as a gag. I was surprised when it won a few contests. It contains some foul words but i still think it's quite funny.

Gangsta Poet

I’m a gangsta poet
And this is how I’ma show it
Bend you over and **** ya
Before you even know it

I’ve traveled the land
And seen some ****
Got lines for life
‘Bout all of it

Hit you with my rhymes
Not once
Not twice
But a thousand times

I’m a gangsta poet writin’ my rhymes
Never leave the crib to commit my crimes
I’m a gangsta poet with a deadly pen
Step back **** I’ma do it again

I’m the Joe with the flow
So don’t press me ho
I’ma let you know
How this ****’s gonna go

Bust a verse on your ***
Smooth as glass
Fill my bowl
And smoke some grass

I make this **** look easy
Like a ho makes women look sleazy
So ****’ smooth
All the bitches wanna please me

Assemble a verse
That’ll take your breath
**** your mind
And scare you to death

I’m a gangsta poet writin’ my rhymes
Never leave the crib to commit my crimes
I’m a gangsta poet with a deadly pen
Step back **** I’ma do it again

I don’t spray it
I lay it
Either way
I still say it
Don’t give a ****
If you hate it
Don’t give a ****
How you rate it
****
I got fans
My ****’s anticipated

Reach out with my pen
Suck you in
Make your ****’ head spin
Make you wonder where you’ve been
Keep you reading
Again and again
Change the state you’re in
Make you want to hunt down your ‘x’
And commit a mortal ****’ sin

I’m a gangsta poet writin’ my rhymes
Never leave the crib to commit my crimes
I’m a gangsta poet with a deadly pen
Step back **** I’ma do it again

They call me loneArt
Drop a verse and capture your heart
I’ll own you from the start
This is my coaster *****
Here’s your cart

My rhymes are tight
I write them at night
Some with a kiss
Some with a bite
Make you fall in love
Make you wanna fight
When it comes to my flows
Everybody knows
I’m steppin’ right

I’ve got the paper
And I’ve got the will
To drop a line
And give you a thrill
Assemble my stanzas
With great skill
All while puffin’
The ****’ kill

I’m a gangsta poet writin’ my rhymes
Never leave the crib to commit my crimes
I’m a gangsta poet with a deadly pen
Step back **** I’ma do it again

I’m a gangsta poet
Nowhere near the hood
Maybe that’s why all this **** I just wrote
Is no ****’ good

this poem is for anne braden a famous civil rights movement supporter i didnt know if that would be alright but here it goes


Once upon a time in this country, long ago
She knew there was something wrong
Because the song said "yellow, red, black, and white
Every one precious in the path of Christ"
But what about the daughter
Of the woman cleaning their house?
Wasn't she a child they were singin' about?
And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin
Why didn't her white mother invite them in?
When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?
How did she already know not to ask the question?
Left lasting impressions
Adolescent's comfort's gone
She never thought things would ever change,
But she always knew there was something wrong.