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Prime (Free Verse/Writing/Style)

So I decided just to do a quick warm up rhyme before I started work on a poem idea that popped into my head earlier,  I have not posted one of these for a while now so some of my new followers might not know why I do these, all my free verses are just a quick little straight from mind to paper rhyme’s just to get the brain in gear before I start writing a poem, trust me try this before you start writing it really helps spark creativity! Anyway’s today I’ve been typing on the Laptop rather than writing on paper so I thought I would just copy and paste you the warm up rhyme! I shall post the poem I’m working on today tomorrow so make sure you come to check it out! Also remember this weeks “Poetry Challenge” is still up for this week so make sure you get your submissions in before Friday! – - – - > The Poetry Challenge 20/04/2012 – Week 6 – A Thing Of Beauty

Prime – Freestyle

I’m in my prime,
Writing a defined rhyme,
Fighting a designed crime,
The sighting said victory is mine,
It’s exciting and fine,
Typing this line,
Refining and guiding this time,
Combining and perfecting the line,
Just sublime,
Showing this poem,
Erecting, reflecting and growing,
Selecting, respecting and knowing,
That corrections are under-going,
Flowing and glowing,
Like the vision of a fire,
The recognition I require,
One day I’ll get the acquisition I desire,
I display more ambition as I get higher,
A better technician as I perspire,
Keeping motivation until I retire,
Until the end of the wire,
Until then take a seat,
I’m still blazing the heat,
I’m still raising your seat,
The thrill amazing the street,
Uphill never grazing defeat,
A skill that’s loud and never discrete,
I will fulfil I’m endowed in this beat,
Proud and here to compete,
I’m like a curse I cause stress,
Lines so diverse people feel hope-less,
Times will get worse more job-less,
A country in reverse but nevertheless,
Here’s a free verse for Word Press.

Warm Up Rhymes By Corey Booth

The Poetry Challenge – Week 1 – Smiling Thoughts

Week 1 – Smiling Thoughts

For the first week of “The Poetry Challenge.” the random title I have chosen is “Smiling Thoughts.” I look forward to seeing all your different interpretations of the title and the top 3 will be selected on Friday. So add your own version of the poems in the comment section below and lets start this contest!! :)  For any information regarding the contest click the link or contact me!

Smiling thoughts

When life gets you down,
When life gets too tough,
Just think of the good times,
All the happy stuff,
The days when you were younger,
Fearless and free,
When you could dress like anybody,
that you wanted to be,
Drawing on your bedroom walls,
instead of on paper,
Without caring about,
The trouble you were in later,
Being in your bedroom,
For hours on end,
Playing game after game,
With your imaginary friend,
Frustrating your parents,
Thinking it was funny,
“why did you swallow your cash?”
“You said it was lunch money!”
The times with no responsibility,
When you could do whatever you please,
From riding your bike,
To swinging from tree’s,
So when adulthood gets hard,
Just think back at the past,
Because the memories will make you smile,
And they will always last.

By Corey Booth

Broken Idol

Broken Idol


It’s you I look up to,
It’s you I desire to be,
But you don’t care.
You never notice me,
What have I done?
Why is this?
Why don’t I exist?
To yourself?
You’re ignoring me,
Even when I plea,
I’m crying to myself,
I just want you to see,
What you’re doing to me,
On the inside I’m hurting,
From the pain your asserting,
Where’s the comfort?
Where’s the help?
Of this I’m not deserving,
No longer will I plead,
You don’t want me,
I’ve finally agreed,
That it’s me you don’t need,
I won’t be suicidal,
I’ll stand up strong,
You were my idol,
But now you’re gone,
My life you departed,
When it had only just started,
I’m over you,
Just left broken-hearted……

A Poem By Corey Booth – 28/11/11 :)

Never Give Up

Never Give Up

The world is full of lonely souls,
Who want to succeed in their dreams and goals,
Going solo so they’re not controlled,
Praying  that brilliant life will unfold,
Their goals might be distant,
But they’re still there,
The results won’t be instant,
But they cannot despair,
Just got to keep on working,
New skills keep on learning,
Show everyone their deserving,
In what they desire in life,
In what they require in life,
They WILL climb higher in life,
So grab the world,
Make it your own,
Grab your dreams,
Make them your home,
It’s not up to anyone else,
It’s up to you,
If you just keep on working,
I swear you will break through,
It might be hard,
It might be tough,
But you cannot show life,
That you have had enough,
Just stand up tall,
Stand there strong,
Follow your dreams,
Be where you belong,
Your ability never underrate,
Just keep persevering,
Make your own life great.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 25/11/11 :)

WWW. (The Power Of “Tion” 2)

Background of poem

On the 18th Of October i uploaded i poem called “Inspiration (The Power Of “tion”)” Showing how much you can rhyme words that end with “tion”. Well this is another example of the power it has :)
I strongly recommend that you view the last poem before reading this one, the link is below :) http://clownponders.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/inspiration-the-power-of-tion/

WWW. (The Power Of “Tion” 2)

I try to show my Imagination,
in a lyrical illustration,
To become a brilliant donation,
That can be viewed all across the nation,
Thanks to the world-wide web creation,
We can all have global communication,
Can get hold of any information,
Just log on for a quick observation,
Or to check an email notification,
Bringing together the Earth’s population,
The internet does have one imperfection,
It can cause cyber humiliation,
This can be racial discrimination,
Or someone’s victimization,
That’s there for everyone’s visualization,
Can cause behaviour modification,
So the internet does have a reputation,
Sometimes it can be a miscalculation,
But its outstanding for socialization,
It can cause disrespectful irritation,
You need to use it to gain a qualification,
And it can help you reaching your graduation,
It’s a daily use in this generation,
Children to grandparents take participation,
But this is just my observation,
On the internet’s domination,
I hope you have enjoyed this presentation.

A Poem By Corey Booth – 24/11/11 :)

New On The Scene

Background Of The Freestyle

This is a freestyle I wrote a long time ago when i first started rhyming. I thought I should upload it because it involves some good wordplay and metaphors. Its a lot different to my recent work but i hope it still interests you.
I hope you all enjoy :)

New On The Scene

People start knowing,
There lyrics are like the waves, their flowing,
Because im going in harder than an olympian rowing,
This aint just a poem,
This is a Clown with a talent he’s finally showing,
Kept quiet since 1991,
But now he’s blowing stuff apart like a Gatling Gun,
New on the scene,
Constructing he’s been,
Just like a transformer he’s a machine,
He’ll mentally tear out your heart then rip you apart,
Infect your brain then drive you insane,
Now he’s in his element,
The destruction is evident,
Who you are is irrelevant,
He’ll take on you and your whole regiment,
Going down for theft because he’s stealing the show,
No haters left they all drown in this flow,
His verbal brakes are faulty,
So there’s no stopping,
No stopping these lyrics he continues dropping,
He’s like the Terminator he always comes back,
No where to hide everyone’s under attack,
Because there’s no escaping,
His verbal raping,
Clowns finally prevailing,
Only the best remaining,
He’s finally out of that abyss,
Narrowed from that gorge,
Climbed out of that pit,
And will no longer be ignored,
Here to destroy all the traitors and his haters,
To make a point to all the strangers and his neighbours,
That hes broke through the barricade,
Theres no longer an obstruction,
This is not a serenade,
This is just destruction,
Cause what you see if what you get,
He’ll put you out like a cigarette,
A walking talking nicorette,
Verbal carnage you will never forget!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth :)

Waste Away

Background

This poem is not really about myself, but it is based on someone I know, so I tried putting myself in their shoes and wrote short poem about how they feel in life. In this I tried to mix up my rhyme pattern because ive been doing similar patterns of late, I hope you enjoy :D

Waste Away

My life has no meaning,
Took so much drugs,
That I have no feeling,
I don’t have no friends,
I’m just all alone,
As my life extends,
I’ll continue on my own,
Just me and my Alcohol,
That’s all I need,
My life has come to a stall,
Even if problems are small,
Inside I will bleed,
I won’t take any support,
I don’t want help,
Even if my life is cut short,
Don’t expect me to yelp,
I just don’t care,
I was born to be a loner,
A Cannabis smoker,
I won’t have regrets,
When I get older,
Don’t like my life,
Then keep out of my way,
I’ve now had my say,
So I’m going to go now,
And waste my life away.

A Short Poem By Corey Booth – 24/11/11 :)

Jack In The Box

Jack In The Box

My names Corey not Jack,
So why am I trapped in this box?
It feels like the clocks have stopped,
And im locked in this hell,
Imprisoned in this cell,
No matter how loud I yell,
I will never get saved,
Still being enslaved,
Defenceless and trapped,
Senseless and strapped,
Unable to adapt,
To this everyday strain,
To this everyday pain,
To this everyday drain,
My life’s starting to decay,
I wish I was a Bird Of Prey,
So I could just fly away,
Everyday I pray,
But I never get assistance,
Helps keeping its distance,
Whats the point in existence,
When you got next to none resistance?
No there’s no point,
All I seem to do in life is disappoint,
Which is making me frustrated and deflated,
God im asking you why am I so hated?
I’m irritated,
I want to get out of this pit,
Its driving me insane,
I want to commit self harm,
I’ve sounded the alarm,
Someone come before I slice below my palm,
With a blade,
This is not a masquerade,
God I feel betrayed,
With this life you have gave me and displayed,
I’m depressed and afraid,
But I know suicide is not the way,
It would be ungrateful to take my life away,
So please just say,
That you are giving back my soul,
Giving back control,
And from now on my life wont be bad at all,
That’s all I desire and require,
As soon as you give that back,
My life will be back on track,
That’s all I ask,
So God please give me the keys,
To free me from this disease,
My life’s tough and rough,
So God please ive suffered enough…..

By Corey Booth 23/11/11

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

The 31st Of October (Halloween)

It’s that time of the year,
The clocks go back,
By 6 o’clock at night,
The streets are filled with black,
The 31st of October, better known as Halloween,
When the dead roam the streets,
It isn’t a scary dream,
Some think it’s fun,
But not anymore,
Cause there’s a clown on the run,
That is scarier than Saw,
He could be knocking on your door,
But you won’t know its him,
Hiding behind his gruesome mask.
With a vicious evil grin,
Ever seen the film the ring?
Well that’s got shit on him,
He’ll rip you limb from limb,
Then chuck you in a bin,
He’s a predator that walks alone,
Everyone one day a year he increases his death toll,
He’s in a mental zone,
And for one day a year that will stay,
Silently prowling around waiting for his prey,
He’s fearless.
He’ll put a blade right through Ya,
Light you on fire and make you look like Freddie Kruger,
If you see dead people,
Then he’s the 6th sense,
That will butcher anyone,
From children to their parents,
If you bump into him,
You will be left in a world full of hurt,
Savagely attacked,
Then buried in the dirt,
Striking at night like a vampire,
Plans he’s perfected they never backfire,
From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,
He’s the Child Catcher,
But a lot more evil,
Cause he’s a Pain Dispatcher,
Count Dracula,
Would be too scared to get involved,
He’s pure evil,
Over the years his skills have evolved,
He’s caused bag full’s of carnage,
Worse than the Texas Chainsaw Massacre,
Don’t ever fight back,
That fuel just makes him angrier,
He can infect your brain,
Make you believe there’s spiders all over ya,
Scare you to the death,
This brings a whole new meaning to arachnophobia,
With supernatural strength,
Werewolf like Claws,
He can end a life in seconds,
And withdraw without a pause,
Now he’s in your brain,
You best call an exorcist,
Before you feel the pain,
Of someone who might not even exist,
So you decide if you want to go out this Halloween,
If you die it’s on your own head,
Things may be as real as they seem,
This is the real Dawn Of The Dead……….

A Poem By Corey Booth 28/10/11 :)