Dope poems

 Kanye’s the mind that sparks a million sparks,   Shifting paradigms, igniting dark arcs.   From the soul of Chi-town to the gates of the sky,   He’s the architect of thought, where the limits defy. A genius untamed, no cage for the man,   His voice is a canvas, every word a brand.   "Yeezus" on the cross, resurrected in gold,   His legacy’s a story, untold, uncontrolled. From beats to the runway, from the stage to the crowd,   Kanye’s the echo that speaks bold and loud.   Not just a rapper, but a prophet in motion,   A wave in the ocean, a timeless devotion.

 Jay's the blueprint, I'm a cipher with the code,   Roc's the empire, I just built it, then I wrote,   Bars like gold, cold-stamped in the vault,   I’m the reason they talk when the real ones don't halt.      From Marcy to the mansion, every move’s a chess play,   Flow like a river but it’s all in the runway.   Hov’s the crown, yeah, I’m the king in the zone,   Wordplay so sharp, I cut through the throne.

 Bruno Mars, with a velvet sound,   A voice that lifts you off the ground.   With every beat, he owns the stage,   A timeless star, an ageless rage.   From "Uptown Funk" to soulful charms,   He brings the magic, with open arms.   A king of rhythm, a heart so true,   Bruno’s music makes the world feel new.

In Beverly Hills, where the sun always glows, A girl dreams of freedom, where the fast car goes. With laughter and sunlight, she craves the open sky, But first, she’s gotta hustle, gotta make that ride fly. She’s counting the dollars, the pennies, the cents, For a car that’ll take her to fun and events. She’s chasing the moment, the thrill and the cheer, A car full of friends, with no worries near. In a world of luxury, she’s grinding for more, Not just to show off, but to explore. With a heart full of hope and ambition so bright, She’s racing toward dreams, her future in sight.

 On the court, they rise, a blazing light,   NBA stars, ready for the fight.   With thunderous dunks and shots that fly,   They make the world stop and wonder why.   Giannis' power, LeBron's grace,   Durant's touch, a perfect space.   Curry's range, a deadly art,   Luka's vision, a beating heart.   From every corner, every play,   They leave us breathless, day by day.   Kings of the hardwood, legends in flight,   They redefine greatness, every night.

 In the heart of the court, where the spotlight gleams,   Steph Curry shines, a man of endless dreams.   With a flick of his wrist, the ball takes flight,   A arc of pure magic, a true artist’s light.   Beyond the stats, beyond the game,   His passion and heart set him apart from the fame.   A master of the three, a genius of speed,   But it’s his love for the fans that truly leads.   Each dribble, each pass, a promise he keeps,   To inspire, to lift, to give fans what they seek.   From kids in the stands to those on their screens,   He’s more than a player—he’s the keeper of dreams.   Through highs and lows, he stands with grace,   A beacon of hope in a fast-paced race.   And off the court, his kindness is clear,   A champion who’s humble, always near. He lifts others up, he’s a friend to the soul,   With each smile and ges...

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 **Poem to Beyoncé** She walks in light, yet rules the night,   A queen whose power is pure and bright.   In every step, the world aligns,   Her voice a force that redefines.   From *Destiny’s Child* to solo reign,   Her artistry transcends the pain.   She sings of love, of truth, of fire,   Her soul ignites the world’s desire.   In every note, a battle fought,   In every glance, a lesson taught.   Her strength is quiet, yet unshaken,   A goddess, fierce and unbroken.   Her heart beats with the rhythm of the earth,   A legacy crafted from humble birth.   She wears her crown, though never crowned,   For in her heart, she’s always found.   *Lemonade* poured from a heart once torn,   A testament to how we’re reborn.   She rises higher, a star that gleams,   Beyoncé, the woman who dares to dream....

 **Poem for Wiz Khalifa** In clouds of smoke, he takes his flight,   A whisper in the day, a blaze at night.   With every lyric, smooth and deep,   He sows his dreams where shadows sleep.   From Pittsburgh’s streets to skies above,   He’s more than music—he’s peace and love.   A rhythm that sways, a heart that’s free,   Wiz Khalifa’s soul is pure liberty.   His voice a velvet wave, so calm,   A gentle storm, a soothing balm.   With every verse, with every rhyme,   He paints the sky, he bends the time.   Through highs and lows, he’s stayed the same,   No fame too bright, no fortune’s flame.   A stoner poet, wise and true,   He speaks to the lost, to me, to you.   With *See You Again*, he paved the way,   A tribute to the ones who couldn’t stay.   In memory’s light, we feel the glow,   Wiz teaches...

She rises like the evening sun, A voice that shatters, yet heals everyone, From island breeze to global stage, She dances free, transcends the age. With eyes that hold the Caribbean sky, A spark that lights the world on fire, Her rhythm flows, a steady beat, Where soul and sass so boldly meet. Her heart’s a drum, her words a storm, She bends the world, yet keeps her form, In every note, in every line, She weaves the threads of love and time. A queen not crowned, but crowned by grace, Her legacy—no time can erase. From Pon de Replay to Diamonds' gleam, She reigns the night, she rules the dream. In fierce rebellion, soft and true, She owns her power, through and through, A force that echoes, fierce and strong— Rihanna sings, the world belongs.

 Bob Marley sang of freedom, of love and light, His voice a beacon in the darkest night. With rhythms that echo through the soul, He taught the world that peace was the goal. From Trenchtown streets to the global stage, His words broke barriers, his spirit, a sage. In every chord, a legacy unfurls, The heart of reggae, the pulse of the world.

 Snoop Dogg, the legend, smooth as can be,   Rolling through life like a melody.   Chronic smoke swirls in the Cali breeze,   West Coast vibe with a swagger that frees.   Laced in his style, fresh and laid-back,   Riding the rhythm, no need to look back.   From the LBC to the world, he’s known,   A king in his throne, always in his zone.   From the beats to the bars, he’s set the tone,   Snoop’s got the crown, in a class of his own.   Laid-back flow with a glint in his eye,   One puff of the truth, and you’re soaring high.

 The moonlight whispers through the trees,   A young wolf stands, his heart at ease.   His father gone, the pack now seeks,   The strength he’s gained through nights of weeks.   With steady paws and hungry eyes,   He climbs the peaks, he dares the skies.   To lead the pack, with courage bright,   He'll prove his worth in the silver light.   For in his chest, a legacy roars,   The son of the wolf, who’s destined for more.

 Each day he rises with the dawn,   Hands to the grind, from dusk till gone.   Sweat on his brow, dreams in his mind,   A future on wheels, leaving the grind behind.   Coins in a jar, each one a mile,   He works, he saves, with patient style.   Through long hours and weary days,   A car will come, to carry his ways.

 Started out young, ballin' in the park,   A hoop dreamer, shootin' shots in the dark.   The pavement was cracked, the rim bent low,   But his eyes were on the future, and the game’s glow.   Every dribble, every sprint, every fadeaway,   He felt the fire burnin', like it could never decay.   From the playgrounds to the courts of high school fame,   He was just a kid with a bigger claim to the game.   The crowd screamed loud, the lights shone bright,   But behind those cheers, he was fightin' the fight.   The grind was real—long hours, hard sweat,   Every missed shot was a lesson, a debt.   The road to the league? It ain't paved with gold,   It’s bruises and cuts, it's the stories untold.   He had the talent, the skills, the heart to break through,   But the pressure’s a weight that no one knew.   College came next, the brigh...

 He walked through life with his head hung low,   A man with a heart full of quiet sorrow,   No smile in his eyes, no light in his stride,   Just trudging through days, with no joy to find.   But one morning, fate sent a little surprise,   A pup with bright eyes and a wagging surprise,   He found him on the street, all lost and alone,   A scruffy little thing with a heart of gold.   He jumped into his arms, with no fear, no doubt,   His tail a metronome, gently tapping about,   He laughed for the first time in years, just a crack,   And in that moment, something snapped back.   He wasn’t much—just a bundle of fur,   But his love was fierce, his loyalty pure.   He didn’t ask questions, didn’t need to know,   He just loved him fully, helped him to grow.   Each walk in the park, each bark at the door,   He taught him ...

 Born in the gutter, raised on the grind,   Had the street in his blood, it was all he could find.   Hustlin’ for paper, always stayin' strapped,   A product of the struggle, no time to look back.   Every day was a war, shootouts at dawn,   Baby mama drama, the cycle went on.   His heart was cold, his soul full of scars,   But he dreamt of escape, staring up at the stars.   He lived by the code, loyalty and pride,   But deep down inside, there was nowhere to hide.   The weight of his sins like chains on his chest,   He tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't let him rest.   One night, he stood on the corner, all alone,   Gun in his hand, but his heart was a stone.   A voice in the wind, a whisper, a call—   “Come to me, son, I can heal it all.”   He dropped the steel, let the streets go cold,   A fire in his soul, a ne...

 He came like a storm, with words like sweet wine,   Sipped her heart dry, made her feel divine.   But storms pass, and the sky stays torn,   And she was left with nothing but bruises, heartbroken, worn.   She gave him her trust, like a gift wrapped in grace,   But he tore through it, leaving no trace.   Promises shattered, like glass on the floor,   And she picked up the pieces, but could only ignore.   The silence between them, louder than cries,   The love she once knew turned into lies.   But she wasn’t broken — not entirely, not yet,   She felt the sting, but she wasn’t lost to regret.   She wiped her tears with the back of her hand,   And whispered to herself, "I’ll make a stand."   She learned to hold her heart, not in his hands,   But in her own, where strength expands.   No longer waiting, no longer small, ...

 She wakes before the sun, heart heavy with the weight, Fingers numb from counting coins, chasing fate. The fridge is bare, the cupboard's a ghost, But she'll stretch what's left, make it last the most. Food stamps in her pocket, pride in her chest, Fighting every day just to give them her best. She ain't got much, but she ain't ever gonna quit, She'll stretch the beans, she'll stretch the grit. Every day’s a hustle, a battle fought alone, No knight in shining armor, just her and the unknown. She ain't looking for a handout or a pity-filled glance, Just a way to make it work, just a chance, just a chance. Rice and beans for dinner, pancakes for lunch, Two dollars in her wallet, just enough for a punch. Her babies don’t complain, though their bellies may ache, They know mama’s doing everything she can to make. They may not have the toys, the clothes, or the gold, But they got her love — fierce, untold. She’s a queen with no crown, a figh...

 In the quiet of the moonlit night, A wolf stirs, eyes burning bright, He prowls the wild, a lonely soul, Bound by a hunger, a yearning goal. Through forests deep and valleys wide, He chases shadows, driven inside, For his heart beats only for one, A mate to claim beneath the sun. Through snow and storm, through drought and flame, He searches, never the same, Each step a prayer, each breath a vow, To find the one — but when, and how? The pack may call, the night may sing, But his mind is fixed on a single thing: A female wolf, whose scent he craves, But fate is cruel, and love is brave. Some never find her, no matter the years, Their howl is lost in the vast frontiers. A lifetime spent in chasing the dream, Where love is the river and they are the stream. In the end, it’s not the hunt that breaks, But the silence, the emptiness that waits. For even wolves, wild as they may be, Are bound by the ache of a love they can't see.