Keith Hardeman
Keith Hardeman Poems
Engaged in eternal nothing
But nothing has since been evolved
So now my nothing is something
Back to the wall
...
Im not the type brother to lie and heres why, I have sit up in the bedroom and winced as I seen her cry.... wondered why. How could I be so heart broken distain for this world of malice. Incredible how you find yourself when there world presents a challenge. I don't claim to be the best but better then the rest inherited genius from lifes cruel test. Indulge me.....hold me, at the very least console me. I may not be your lover but a friend I can be.And when we find whats right, then see we'd be something special like a new age Bobby and Whitney exclude the crack. See I be just sitting here thinking so the world revolves around me I play something sweet, like a Luther Vandross melody. And from the sweet tunes of loves eliquently embodying embrace we may find ourselves under the stars the moon in that special place. Hesitate! ! ! wait my heart starts to stutter such a beautiful woman and she can't find a brother, a other, just someone to call her on. Well for this special moment. JUST SAY THAT YOU HOME.
Sometimes I just like to write.
...
It has to be said.......
While brothers in the streets, lord, fighting wars earning stripes and you mean to tell me this is alright... yeah right. Alright, watch the chains fall, the shackles unbind. No longer shall we weep, the time is mine. The nation shall know, worst of all hear. The triumphant return of a real man. Black man with no fear. So hear me for what I am and all that I must be. If you not a real man, put on your best kicks time to flee. Get on the good foot for those before have failed. For all that I see those that came before me bailed, left us young brothers to languish in hell. Watching the anger swell. As my mother cried, my brother died and where were you? To busy being a 'soldier', someone should of told ya. Ain't no war in the streets, only in the home. Boy you have kids and can't pick up the phone. WRONG, Yeah I said it. Look at us black men were the hell are we headed. Our females being exploited instead of finding gods annoiting. Look at you pointing but four fingers point back. Saying 'she ain't no woman', Nigga she wearing the pants. Cooking, cleaning, working and hurting. With no one to hold console. LORD NO. Why ' man I didn't know', and thats a excuse. You knew when you was dicking and sliding taking pride in making her hips wide, belly grow, so yeah you know. But with a grown up game come grown up consequences. And consequences shall be had. Because the state of the black man. From black man to black man, BROTHER WE SAD.
Only what mine eyes see.
...
The Best Poem Of Keith Hardeman
Love And Basketball
How do you tell your heart no, but it hurts to say yes. Just loving her causes so much stress. Must be the lords test, my first quest. For the first time in my life I feel as though Im not the best. She captures my thoughts more then the rest. Laying in the bed at night I envision her, all of her the embodiment of a woman mind body and flesh. Just to touch her would ease my mind, but I digress. My love and basketball, a Wisconsin test. So confused about these dating rules. How do you love one and hide your true love from the rest. I confess, to myself in my mind I guess in my on solemn way that she’s just a friend, from such a union could love ever be. But again I’ve lied to myself and to my heart. Because what Im feeling has yet to depart. So I lay awake at night wondering in the dark. My love and basketball. The way we laugh and play, the way being close to her brightens my day. The way she smiles releases my soul. A breath of fresh air. Were can this love go? I don’t know not sure if I even care. Take a leap of faith with my heart. Or let my pride over ride what I feel inside. I despise being in this position. So I sit here and cry, wonder why. My love and basketball, don’t act surprised. So hard to believe that someone so young could feel what my heart maybe saying. But denying the truth with myself Im only playing. Inside Im yelling so my ears can only hear. From the unsought of the feelings all I wanted was to hide this feeling. For she can’t be mine so it’s only time I’m stealing. What she’s healing? My opinion, of why love was something created for stealing. My self respect, my bravado my style. But the thoughts keep coming back. “She’s better then the rest”. But still I prescribe to simply dreaming and thinking, for the formula of my life today there can be no tinkering. But Wisconsin in Texas has me thinking. Steady blinking keeping my heart from thinking she could be mine but yet I know should I close the door, lock the windows. But I know the torment will never end. So I sit here once again, no solutionm therefore no end. My love and basketball, when shall it begin. No longer fun simply playing for a tie, when I only want to win. Tell me, someone please tell me, when will my love and basketball begin So the game can be on. No introductions no songs need begin, someone one please tell my, when will my love and basketball begin. Where her and I can only play. Just what we feel for one another growing more and more each day each play. Now you tell me yourself, how did it get this way. Where what I have keeps me from getting what I want. How can you fight the heckler, when its yourself that you taunt. Flaunting her style, beautiful lips has since touched my face, swore to myself to never wash that place. Place my hands in my hands. So the world can’t see my despair. All this for love, wondering to myself does she even care? Now Im aware that such words maybe all to subliminal. Long nights for something you want but inside you don’t,
Keith Hardeman Comments
Keith Hardeman Popularity
Keith Hardeman Popularity
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/16/2024 5:22:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
