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Dropping This Heat - Poem by Connor Whyte
Knuckles that bleed, Eyes that are swelling, breath gets heavier, Body sways to the motion of the other, My feet move light and my arms stay in front of my chest, Floating to the power stance I hold, I stand my ground and blood drips in my eyes, I am about to dropp the heat.
I throw my fist left and then to the right, Arms get tired and legs dance up and down, Focused and hard to distract I am in my zone and nothing can get in the way, Anger stays at bay and power gets harder, I am not going down until I dropp the heat.
Sweat drips and stings my cuts no time for pain, Time to bring the pain and finished what was started, Crowd shouts but its all just a blur my sights are set on my target and I will never back down, Throw him down like he weighs nothing, I am in control and give it all I got, Until I hear the bell I will not quit until the heat is dropped, I was a underdog now I have proved my point, I am never going to go down if I do I will get back up and fight.
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Nice. Here is a different take on the same term.
To Hold the Heat
A responsibility I've been cursed to keep
Since all my big homeys are parolees
On probation or known felons
And I have no police record yet
And am only thirteen
I am expected by my fellow gang members
To forever hold the heat.
And I hold it like its golden
Like our lives depended on it.
And I hold it like it’s stolen
Like there's countless murders on it.
And I hold it locked and loaded
Cocked and potent and concealed.
Even though it’s very presence
Will add decades to my sentence
I must carry heat and hold it
From the buckle to the scrotum
Hoping none of us will lose it
And I won’t be forced to use it
Banging louder than the music
Like a drum-roll off the snare
Either wired or acoustic;
Hope nobody likes to stare.
Hope our enemies don’t show,
I pretend to play the part
Of a fool who doesn’t mind
Putting led through someone’s heart.
And I smile amongst the gangsters
In my dark blue baggy jeans
I’m the designated shooter
And I barely turned thirteen;
I been cursed to hold the heat.
P.X
7.20.14 (Report) Reply
Liked it alot great use of imagery.. shows how you feel about fighting :) good job - Trav (Report) Reply
Interesting take on this poem and the descriptive illustrations depict your determination. Not that I understand why there are two ‘p’s in drop. Is it a boxing term? Read mine - We the Unencumbered –
Adeline (Report) Reply
You definitely dropped some heavy punches on this one, my man! You can really play with the right words! Well penned and poignant! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! (Report) Reply
amazing poem cooner i really like it (Report) Reply
I absolutely love this poem! GREAT job! ! (Report) Reply
I love this! Totally transports me to the scene and gets me feeling what you've portrayed. (Report) Reply
Your poem is truly boxing, lovely poem dont dropp the heat (Report) Reply