Biography of Rowdy Solomon
My name is Rowdy Solomon. I am a poet and I also write short stories. Every once and a while I'll post scriptures and try to provide encouragement to others. If you are interested or know anyone who is interested in poetry or short stories of any kind please feel free to download my Sol Poetry app today! The links are provided below:
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If you're not interested in downloading the app you can still read my works via my website at https: //solpoetry.com/
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Rowdy Solomon Poems
You Pushed Me Away
I woke up on the wrong Side of the bed this morning
Your Tender Touch
My darling angel Oh, how I long for the
Our Good Night
Soft Jazz bands played on the radio While I played with strings of her hair
The Love-Romancer Part 3 (Touch)
Our fingers intertwined like the hairs upon her head All tangled and confusing yet so simple
The Love-Romancer Part 4 (Taste)
She is just the right flavor for me... sweet Her lips have a tendency to
The Love-Romancer Part 5 (Smell)
I inhaled a breath of a new air An aroma that reeked tranquility
I Take Pride In
I have been called ugly many a day I thought that was my new name until the day
The Love-Romancer Part 2 (Hearing)
Her voice... Oh Her voice... In choosing God made an excellent choice
There is an empty space within me.. A black hole it feels like
Rainbows (For Our Children)
Positivity was always one of those things that came slow Just like poets and rappers collaborating trying to be on one accord with the same flow
I Am Poetry! ! !
My mind is an incubator. It hatches embroys divinely planted into it over a period of time. These embryos are ideas, topics, and experiences that were fed, nurtured and given life through my thoughts. These thoughts become words, carefully constructed and crafted with each syllable having a heartbeat of its own. I speak these words, and they grow arms and legs to position themselves in a precise formation on the piece of paper I stare at with each breath I take forming a new word...
The Palmy Puppet
Creeping within the crevices and cracks of existence lie An abstract of abundant absense of a particular party of people. Their objectives are omitted from their operation of thoughts into oblivion Because they were never bestowed with their reason for being.
Acts Of Love
Unchanging By the world around you And is limitless it its power Covering
The Hymns Of The Hurricane
My orb was peaceful... All serene and traquil The cool breeze gave me peaceful chills as I tasted the salt air The sand between my toes massaged my feet with each motion Perfect was my scenery as I looked at all of my possessions
Down The Barrell
How did I get to this point?
As I stare down this barrel
As life flashes before me like a story
Or one of Jesus' parables.
They say life is a gamble; I bet for more than I had though
I bit off more than I can chew, and saddled more than I can handle.
So I ride this bull of life
Holding onto its reins as it rains tonight,