A Poem (Chamber)

[Deleted member 84247]

Caps locked and loaded, you put your words in the chamber.
I can already tell, you got a whole lotta anger.
You type these lines against an internet stranger.
I know your post is a banger.

You kill me with your words, Pow.
You take the shot, thinking I’m dead now.
I just say, “Thanks a lot for the lead.”
It gave me the ammunition for the story you read.

I write these words with your own bullets.
Your stocks crash, like Dutch tulips.
So slide in some more words, thinking you’re a danger.
I’ve got another one of these things in the chamber.

 

[RepresentingCaution]

The pen is mightier than the bullet.

 

[Sola-sama]

The pen is mightier than the bullet.

 

[TASTYLEADPAINT]

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Just parry the bullet bro....

 

[Iamnotabot]

Caps locked and loaded, you put your words in the chamber.
I can already tell, you got a whole lotta anger.
You type these lines against an internet stranger.
I know your post is a banger.

You kill me with your words, Pow.
You take the shot, thinking I’m dead now.
I just say, “Thanks a lot for the lead.”
It gave me the ammunition for the story you read.

I write these words with your own bullets.
Your stocks crash, like Dutch tulips.
So slide in some more words, thinking you’re a danger.
I’ve got another one of these things in the chamber.

Eminem seem to be with you today huh,

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Eminem seem to be with you today huh,

Perhaps, I might have listened to a song.

 

[Deleted member 54065]

They say words are more painful,
More than the sword, the killing tool.
Yet I'm aghast and left wondering,
Is this about the game, or writing?

Nevertheless, to show my appreciation,
I'll answer your poem with my own.
ScribbleHub may not allow this on the site,
Yet, the way we interact, I always take delight.

Poetry is more than rhyming words,
More than talking, more than accords.
This place may be full with conflict and discords,
Nevertheless, we bear friendship and swords.

 

[Jemini]

They say a good poem should read as though it were a song. I think this is the first time I've ever read a poem that comes off like a rap dis-track though.

 

[gaylolis]

yo this mixtape is fire

 

[ThrillingHuman]

The pen is mightier than the bullet.

The guy I just stabbed 4 times in his eye and 2 in his stomach with one would agree if he was still alive

 

[Iamnotabot]

Got my pen in my hand, scribblehub by my side,
Writing lines and rhymes, taking everything in stride.
I'm just an ordinary soul, trying to make it big,
Posting up on srcibblehub, sharing what I got to give.


Some may say I'm nothing, but they don't know my worth,
I'll keep on writing, till the whole wide world hears.
I don't care for fame, I don't care for the facade,
I just want to write, and I want to do it hard.


My pen's all I need, it's my truest friend,
It's got my back, till the very end.
I'll write my heart out, to the very last page,
Living my life, on my story stage.


No matter what I write, some will say it's wrong,
But I'll just keep on writing, till my voice is strong.
I'll take the criticism, I'll take it on the chin,
Cause I'm all about the writing, I'll always try to win.


My pen's all I need, it's my truest friend,
It's got my back, till the very end.
I'll write my heart out, to the very last page,
Living my life, on my YouTube stage.


My pen, my scribblehub, is all I got,
It's what I want, it's what I sought.
I'll write till the end, till the very last word,

 

[Deleted member 84247]

They say words are more painful,
More than the sword, the killing tool.
Yet I'm aghast and left wondering,
Is this about the game, or writing?

Nevertheless, to show my appreciation,
I'll answer your poem with my own.
ScribbleHub may not allow this on the site,
Yet, the way we interact, I always take delight.

Poetry is more than rhyming words,
More than talking, more than accords.
This place may be full with conflict and discords,
Nevertheless, we bear friendship and swords.

Got my pen in my hand, scribblehub by my side,
Writing lines and rhymes, taking everything in stride.
I'm just an ordinary soul, trying to make it big,
Posting up on srcibblehub, sharing what I got to give.


Some may say I'm nothing, but they don't know my worth,
I'll keep on writing, till the whole wide world hears.
I don't care for fame, I don't care for the facade,
I just want to write, and I want to do it hard.


My pen's all I need, it's my truest friend,
It's got my back, till the very end.
I'll write my heart out, to the very last page,
Living my life, on my story stage.


No matter what I write, some will say it's wrong,
But I'll just keep on writing, till my voice is strong.
I'll take the criticism, I'll take it on the chin,
Cause I'm all about the writing, I'll always try to win.


My pen's all I need, it's my truest friend,
It's got my back, till the very end.
I'll write my heart out, to the very last page,
Living my life, on my YouTube stage.


My pen, my scribblehub, is all I got,
It's what I want, it's what I sought.
I'll write till the end, till the very last word,

Both beautiful poems! Thank you for sharing! I loved them

They say a good poem should read as though it were a song. I think this is the first time I've ever read a poem that comes off like a rap dis-track though.

That was sort of what I was going for with this one. That's why there are the double entendres.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

Yo, uh-huh
Trashy's here
Let's go

Let's talk of how to dispose
Of guy who keeps poking his nose
Into the stuff he should not have tried.
Guess it makes sense for the curious not to survive
In a horror flick
When they look into some suspicious shit.
When this guy was looking into me
I knew he was onto something
But I would let him get nothing
So I took my pen and set his heart free
As I carved my name into his (medical) history.
Yeah I stabbed him 4 times in the eye
And two in the stomach;
I was impressed his was still yet alive
And only deep in a coma(comma),
But I changed his state into a period
When I broke his neck with a box of cereals;
Yeah I'm being totally serious (haha),
Guess it's true when they say the pen is mightier than a sword
I attribute this saying to that guy, it ain't my word.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Yo, uh-huh
Trashy's here
Let's go

Let's talk of how to dispose
Of guy who keeps poking his nose
Into the stuff he should not have tried.
Guess it makes sense for the curious not to survive
In a horror flick
When they look into some suspicious shit.
When this guy was looking into me
I knew he was onto something
But I would let him get nothing
So I took my pen and set his heart free
As I carved my name into his (medical) history.
Yeah I stabbed him 4 times in the eye
And two in the stomach;
I was impressed his was still yet alive
And only deep in a coma(comma),
But I changed his state into a period
When I broke his neck with a box of cereals;
Yeah I'm being totally serious (haha),
Guess it's true when they say the pen is mightier than a sword
I attribute this saying to that guy, it ain't my word.

You stabbed him with your pen,
Committing a grave sin.
More gruesome it was than envy.
Straight to the devils clutches, you sent he.

It's true what you said about the pen.
With its ink his fate was written.
Now the bell tolls, and the reaper wields his scythe.
This time he comes to take your life.

Run away from your fate, so grim.
The clock ticks, and your seconds trim.
Run away from death's steel.
Don't let fate have its meal.

Write your own end on paper.
Become your hero, your savior.
Fill your existence with text flavor.
With the pen, become its maker.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

You stabbed him with your pen,
Committing a grave sin.
More gruesome it was than envy.
Straight to the devils clutches, you sent he.

It's true what you said about the pen.
With its ink his fate was written.
Now the bell tolls, and the reaper wields his scythe.
This time he comes to take your life.

Run away from your fate, so grim.
The clock ticks, and your seconds trim.
Run away from death's steel.
Don't let fate have its meal.

Write your own end on paper.
Become your hero, your savior.
Fill your existence with text flavor.
With the pen, become its maker.

Paper is just fiber from a mutilated plant,
The trace I leave on this world is far more grand
Than a bunch of sentences conveying my feelings
In a roundabout way so nobody can see 'em.
Wherev'r my pen leaves trails of blood and tears follow
It don't break hearts, but it sure leaves 'em hollow.

I don't run from my fate, I run into it like a rhino
I won't be late, I'll fly into it rhyming
Songs of my numerous crimes, I cut them on my skin;
That medium is surely better than paper to record my sins