The Feelings Within a Kid Poems

Robert E. Parker V

Description

Rob finally opens up with this poetry and shows it has many categories, opening a door into his life for his audience.
Love
Falling deep into it, finding out what it is and how it work and times just wanting to discard it
Feeling towards others
Finds poetry as the best way to express the feelings of one, my a note with a big meaning Or a letter pouring out everything
Feeling within the kid
Running into the worse problems and having the heaviest feeling sitting on your heart. After Rob realized he had a skill for writing, he started to use writing to cope with the things he went through instead of turning to hurting himself, other people or doing some to regret.

Rob started his big break as a writer by letting his readers in on his journey as a poet, with his poetry notebook “The Feelings Within Da Kid Poems VOL 1”.
Rob’s poetry is described as “uncensored” in a way of being wild, off the wall, real, and not accepted in society as censored.
When Rob decided to put together “The Feeing Within Da Kid Poems VOL 1”, he was only seventeen

Sujets

• Feelings
• Poetry
• Pour toi
• Kid

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 20 octobre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781669847502
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

THE FEELINGS WITHIN A KID POEMS
 
Volume 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Robert E. Parker
 
Copyright © 2022 by Robert E. Parker.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022919030
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-4752-6

Softcover
978-1-6698-4751-9

eBook
978-1-6698-4750-2
 
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 10/11/2022
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
1 One Hundred Percent Me All the Way to the Top
2 Two Beloveds
3 Cocoa Butter Massages
4 Outside Boxes
5 A Strong Woman
6 Famous Now
7 Legendary
8 Behind Them Bar
9 Black Hole
10 Do I Love Her?
11 Empty
12 Free Verse
13 My First Poem to You
14 Fuck It
15 Grown Boy
16 Time That Tells
17 Her, Her, and Me
18 How I Want It to Be Again
19 How Much I Miss You
20 I Beat My Meat
21 I Bet I’ll Get Up
22 I Don’t Give a Fuck
23 Attention on You Like I Take Adderall
24 I Hate Love
25 I Hate People
26 I Love You to the Moon and Back
27 What I Do Harder
28 I Remember You as You Were
29 I See You but Don’t Hear
30 My Drugs
31 I Want to Be Your Genie
32 I Want to Crown
33 I Want to Start Over
34 IDK
35 IDK but Nice
36 If I Let You Go
37 I’m Thinking about Us
38 Intimate
39 Irritated by People
40 Is This for Real?
41 Keep Your Head Up
42 Leave Me Alone
43 Love Is Just a Word within the Person Who Says It
44 Me
45 Me and Her
46 Me, Rob with Flip-Flops
47 My Baby Girl
48 My Mother
49 No Friends
50 No Love Paragraph
51 On the Inside
52 Rob with Flip-Flops
53 Sad but True
54 Sex
55 I Want Drugs in My System
56 She’s Back . . . What to Do?
57 She’s the One
58 Should I Stop?
59 That’d Be Him
60 Shut the Fuck up and Let Me Read You Some Poetry
61 That One Special Someone
62 That One Kid
63 That Someone
64 That’s What’s Going On
65 The Angel within Above
66 The Best
67 Pineapples
68 The GOAT
69 A Boy Blessed
70 The Truth Is . . .
71 The Way I Hide My Pain
72 That Way of My Heart
73 Why I’m Never Sober
74 Watch Haters
75 What I Had
76 Lisa Simpson
77 Don’t Put All Your Trust into Me, Only Lust
78 Purpose of Entertainment Energy
79 Why Did You Go?
80 March Freestyle/Self-Care
81 Would You Miss Me If I’m Gone?
82 My Fucked-Up Focus
83 Remember Me
84 Now I See; I See Now
85 I’m Going Federal
86 Don’t Call Me Perfect
87 My Talent Freedom
1
One Hundred Percent Me All the Way to the Top
This is my canvas; I’m going to paint it how I want.
There is no right or wrong way to poetry; I like to write alone, think back to Cereal City—that’s where I’m from.
On the outside, you’ll see a lot,
As in a young black boy looking like the rest yet nowhere near like them.
Nobody will know the real me until they hear this;
Don’t nobody know already because I don’t like people, and I’m afraid to tell the truth.
On the inside, there are a lot of kindness,
Sensitivity,
Caring,
And emotions.
You’ll know what kind of guy I am when you take your time out to figure it out or just sit there and look into my eyes, and you’ll see the most loving guy you’ve ever met.
But when you take me the wrong way, you’ll see the whole opposite of what you just read;
I’ll look the same as when there’s nothing wrong with me,
Silent as darkness.
Looking like I’m mean, mugging you, yet that’s my natural face expression, and then people will start asking me what’s wrong with me;
Don’t ask that!
Please don’t underestimate me because you will see a lot that you will not expect,
Something you will expect a young black teen who loves basketball,
Gangbangs with other dumbass people on the street and a fuck boy;
That’s not me not even if I tried.
Everything you’ll never expect a young black teen who loves to skateboard,
Listen to music, and write poetry.
2
Two Beloveds
I stand on my own two beloveds,
Trying to stay up and perfect my craft of writing the art of poetry.
Being able to type the way you feel all the time:
Sadness,
Happiness,
Pain,
Fear, and more.
Feeling the way of ugly copper or sexy gold.
If I don’t write, people will never see the real color of the moon; they will never understand the colors of the moon, just a nasty red moon.
I’m that nasty copper penny that wants to be as attractive as a pot of gold;
I see I’ll never be that pot of gold if I don’t keep trying to perfect my craft.
3
Cocoa Butter Massages
I once told you, “Can be the most hurtful, and it does hurt within those moments, but the sweet and warmest things are the things you think about and remember the most, disregarding what has been said.”
You disagree on what I said, so you turn your back on me while we’re in bed.
Keep that attitude; that’s not going to stop me from rubbing and gripping your ass that’s a nice golden brown after rubbing your back.
You can’t help but drop your attitude and throw everything back.
I know you love it when you rub agents when I can’t help but stand up; with you, I’m not getting up, even if my thigh starts cramping up.
Let’s just live within the moment; there’re no fuck-ups.
Fresh out of the tub, the selection of Rod Wave and Moneybagg has you in such a mood.
But you just hopped in the bed after we smoked outa the bong;
You hardly oil your body well, but I guess that’s a task you leave for me, and you and I both know that I’m willing.
The best time of the night or best time in the earliest morning, approaching to our favorite section of intimacy.
Not just feeling my favorite spot of you or adoring and seeking little beauty spots on you,
Gripping and rubbing into my favorite spot and feeling while filling your body with love by the touch of my hands.
You reach for the cocoa butter while lying on your stomach with your arms flat and straight out,
Just our bodies out where we’re more free, such deeper touch with more reimburse of higher actions to our pleasure of intimacy.
I take the butter and rub it in my hand; tonight you’re in my hands, both of mine.
If our phones ring, don’t pay that any mind.
Attention seeking, attention seeker,
Within this moment and until the end of the night, my attention is all on you.
I climb on top of the back of you while you lie on your stomach; a few adjustments, and I slide where I’m more comfortable.
I watch you slightly open your mouth, close your eyes; once you make a noticeable sigh, I stiffly slide down.
All right, let me start your cocoa butter massage.
Slightly dash my hands down your back, starting from below your shoulder blades, just a little ways below, going to the middle.
As I finish, dashing, going to the bottom, I take the bottle of cocoa butter to finish your light cocoa bottom half.
One of my favorite parts of the night, and we are almost at my favorite part of the massage,
Making you feel all your highs and the pain in your lows.
Touching you,
Feel the connections when I’m rubbing you, going slow to savor this intimate moment.
Grabbing slowly,
Quite aggressively, a way you like for me to release the pain you carried.
Change position to where I sit on the bed with one of your legs under both of mine, in position, better to go from your ass low as I do.
Oh! Nice, you’re honey brown.
I can’t avoid it, your stretch marks all around, making yo’ ass look like an oatmeal cream pie.
Yeah, she’s good, type of female who comes from da hood but shows nothing but ambition.
I’ve been around and have been taking you for so long; I think you’re my addiction.
Sit up right nah, but I’mma need you to lie down flat.
But nah, I’m saying it sits up nice but better yet perfect.
I see you always got some marks on your low body. I asked, “Where from?” You replied with “You made a few.”
Please just don’t call me abusive.
Touching all, from the crack of your sweets to your ankles,
I feel I’m a good man, so if you ask me, I wouldn’t mind rubbing your feet.
I finished your cocoa butter massage; now let’s get to what we have set aside.
I can agree on this being our favorite part; I’m glad I was able to take away the pain you suffered from through the day, and I can let you feel it all.
I get up to sit on my knees; you already know I’m finished and what comes next.
Throw that ass up and push yo’ back in the position you’re in; all I see is a demon.
Standing on my knees, looking, and rubbing, just