The Feelings Within a Kid Poems: Volume 1

By Robert E. Parker V

Rob finally opens up with this poetry and shows it has many categories, opening a door into his life for his audience.
Love
Falling deep into it, finding out what it is and how it work and times just wanting to discard it

Feeling towards others
Finds poetry as the best way to express the feelings of one, my a note with a big meaning Or a letter pouring out everything

Feeling within the kid
Running into the worse problems and having the heaviest feeling sitting on your heart. After Rob realized he had a skill for writing, he started to use writing to cope with the things he went through instead of turning to hurting himself, other people or doing some to regret.

Rob started his big break as a writer by letting his readers in on his journey as a poet, with his poetry notebook “The Feelings Within Da Kid Poems VOL 1”.
Rob’s poetry is described as “uncensored” in a way of being wild, off the wall, real, and not accepted in society as censored.
When Rob decided to put together “The Feeing Within Da Kid Poems VOL 1”, he was only seventeen

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669847502

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CONTENTS

1One Hundred Percent Me All the Way to the Top

2Two Beloveds

3Cocoa Butter Massages

4Outside Boxes

5A Strong Woman

6Famous Now

7Legendary

8Behind Them Bar

9Black Hole

10Do I Love Her?

11Empty

12Free Verse

13My First Poem to You

14Fuck It

15Grown Boy

16Time That Tells

17Her, Her, and Me

18How I Want It to Be Again

19How Much I Miss You

20I Beat My Meat

21I Bet I’ll Get Up

22I Don’t Give a Fuck

23Attention on You Like I Take Adderall

24I Hate Love

25I Hate People

26I Love You to the Moon and Back

27What I Do Harder

28I Remember You as You Were

29I See You but Don’t Hear

30My Drugs

31I Want to Be Your Genie

32I Want to Crown

33I Want to Start Over

34IDK

35IDK but Nice

36If I Let You Go

37I’m Thinking about Us

38Intimate

39Irritated by People

40Is This for Real?

41Keep Your Head Up

42Leave Me Alone

43Love Is Just a Word within the Person Who Says It

44Me

45Me and Her

46Me, Rob with Flip-Flops

47My Baby Girl

48My Mother

49No Friends

50No Love Paragraph

51On the Inside

52Rob with Flip-Flops

53Sad but True

54Sex

55I Want Drugs in My System

56She’s Back . . . What to Do?

57She’s the One

58Should I Stop?

59That’d Be Him

60Shut the Fuck up and Let Me Read You Some Poetry

61That One Special Someone

62That One Kid

63That Someone

64That’s What’s Going On

65The Angel within Above

66The Best

67Pineapples

68The GOAT

69A Boy Blessed

70The Truth Is . . .

71The Way I Hide My Pain

72That Way of My Heart

73Why I’m Never Sober

74Watch Haters

75What I Had

76Lisa Simpson

77Don’t Put All Your Trust into Me, Only Lust

78Purpose of Entertainment Energy

79Why Did You Go?

80March Freestyle/Self-Care

81Would You Miss Me If I’m Gone?

82My Fucked-Up Focus

83Remember Me

84Now I See; I See Now

85I’m Going Federal

86Don’t Call Me Perfect

87My Talent Freedom

1

One Hundred Percent Me

All the Way to the Top

This is my canvas; I’m going to paint it how I want.

There is no right or wrong way to poetry; I like to write alone, think back to Cereal City—that’s where I’m from.

On the outside, you’ll see a lot,

As in a young black boy looking like the rest yet nowhere near like them.

Nobody will know the real me until they hear this;

Don’t nobody know already because I don’t like people, and I’m afraid to tell the truth.

On the inside, there are a lot of kindness,

Sensitivity,

Caring,

And emotions.

You’ll know what kind of guy I am when you take your time out to figure it out or just sit there and look into my eyes, and you’ll see the most loving guy you’ve ever met.

But when you take me the wrong way, you’ll see the whole opposite of what you just read;

I’ll look the same as when there’s nothing wrong with me,

Silent as darkness.

Looking like I’m mean, mugging you, yet that’s my natural face expression, and then people will start asking me what’s wrong with me;

Don’t ask that!

Please don’t underestimate me because you will see a lot that you will not expect,

Something you will expect a young black teen who loves basketball,

Gangbangs with other dumbass people on the street and a fuck boy;

That’s not me not even if I tried.

Everything you’ll never expect a young black teen who loves to skateboard,

Listen to music, and write poetry.

2

Two Beloveds

I stand on my own two beloveds,

Trying to stay up and perfect my craft of writing the art of poetry.

Being able to type the way you feel all the time:

Sadness,

Happiness,

Pain,

Fear, and more.

Feeling the way of ugly copper or sexy gold.

If I don’t write, people will never see the real color of the moon; they will never understand the colors of the moon, just a nasty red moon.

I’m that nasty copper penny that wants to be as attractive as a pot of gold;

I see I’ll never be that pot of gold if I don’t keep trying to perfect my craft.

3

Cocoa Butter Massages

I once told you, Can be the most hurtful, and it does hurt within those moments, but the sweet and warmest things are the things you think about and remember the most, disregarding what has been said.

You disagree on what I said, so you turn your back on me while we’re in bed.

Keep that attitude; that’s not going to stop me from rubbing and gripping your ass that’s a nice golden brown after rubbing your back.

You can’t help but drop your attitude and throw everything back.

I know you love it when you rub agents when I can’t help but stand up; with you, I’m not getting up, even if my thigh starts cramping up.

Let’s just live within the moment; there’re no fuck-ups.

Fresh out of the tub, the selection of Rod Wave and Moneybagg has you in such a mood.

But you just hopped in the bed after we smoked outa the bong;

You hardly oil your body well, but I guess that’s a task you leave for me, and you and I both know that I’m willing.

The best time of the night or best time in the earliest morning, approaching to our favorite section of intimacy.

Not just feeling my favorite spot of you or adoring and seeking little beauty spots on you,

Gripping and rubbing into my favorite spot and feeling while