I have selected 3 very little known poems that I want you guys to vote on. Tell me which one of the 3 you guys think is the best and why. What's good about each and what's bad about each?
The poet's name won't be revealed yet, and it may or may not be revealed later.
The Golden Rapper
He starts Rappin’,
He’s in love with it now,
He needs to stay out,
Don’t pull the gun now.
Now the man is in the bed,
And the one he loves is dead,
She’s laid down to rest,
Now he’s one of the best.
He’s watchin’ her sleep,
Then he hears the door creak,
He’s in so much pain,
The man’s wearin’ a chain.
He’s layin’ on the floor,
And watchin’ it pour,
It feels too warm,
He knows he won’t wake in the morn’.
He has too much doubt,
The clock’s gonna run out,
He was wearin’ the crown,
But it’s over now.
Wanting
I wanted you,
You acted like you wanted me too.
You lied and made me cry.
I always had a reason,
but you always had an excuse.
I have 2 choices,
I don’t know which one is right.
50/50 baby,
Do I give up or do I try try try?
Thinking
Sometimes I lay in bed knife in hand thinking,
Why am I here?
Why do I deserve this?
Why’d you treat me like that?
I don’t want some bullsh*t excuse.
I’m writing this thinking,
Do I have a chance?
What can I do?
I don’t want to hear it.
I close my eyes thinking,
Why are you worried what others think?
Why does that matter?
If you really cared it wouldn’t.
I’m laying in bed, knife in hand, thinking…
The poet's name won't be revealed yet, and it may or may not be revealed later.
The Golden Rapper
He starts Rappin’,
He’s in love with it now,
He needs to stay out,
Don’t pull the gun now.
Now the man is in the bed,
And the one he loves is dead,
She’s laid down to rest,
Now he’s one of the best.
He’s watchin’ her sleep,
Then he hears the door creak,
He’s in so much pain,
The man’s wearin’ a chain.
He’s layin’ on the floor,
And watchin’ it pour,
It feels too warm,
He knows he won’t wake in the morn’.
He has too much doubt,
The clock’s gonna run out,
He was wearin’ the crown,
But it’s over now.
Wanting
I wanted you,
You acted like you wanted me too.
You lied and made me cry.
I always had a reason,
but you always had an excuse.
I have 2 choices,
I don’t know which one is right.
50/50 baby,
Do I give up or do I try try try?
Thinking
Sometimes I lay in bed knife in hand thinking,
Why am I here?
Why do I deserve this?
Why’d you treat me like that?
I don’t want some bullsh*t excuse.
I’m writing this thinking,
Do I have a chance?
What can I do?
I don’t want to hear it.
I close my eyes thinking,
Why are you worried what others think?
Why does that matter?
If you really cared it wouldn’t.
I’m laying in bed, knife in hand, thinking…
