#Poetry pardy

[adreameratdawn]

my eyes shut down slowly like shop shutters after nine on a tuesday as i stand with my face inclined that he touches with his mouth like a bee kissing a happy sunflower. There is no sweet nectar here to make honey from in fact, i don’t know what i taste like. my mind has shut up for once, i’m made of smoke rising from scented candles that smell like his shirt which i clutch tight as two wet petals sandwich my upper lip between them. They let go like separating orange slices, like waves pulling away which return thicker before the shop shutters can open again. My mouth is a floor freshly mopped, my teeth are slippery rocks under a waterfall and lava oozes out from me as your tongue makes it way in with confidence it won’t slip and I can barely recall what day it is.  After you leave I stand there thinking,  would you believe me if i said  you gave me everything i dreamt of  when you quietly pushed my mouth back  when I touched mine to yours.

~ quick 

[cyarskj1899]

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pardi NEVER DONE POETRY BEFORE .. ❤️🎱

THOUGHT THIS WAS FITTING, THANK YOU @dapoetrylounge_co FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE THIS #MOTIV8ED 🎥 @sageenglish

[raymondhelkio]

Beached Whales

Beached Whales by Stedmond Pardy Stedmond Pardy is a self educated, left handed poet of Caribbean Canadian descent, from Lakeshore Mimico area He has performed his work on stages & radio in Toronto, Alberta, Montreal, & the Seattle/Washington state areas. His first full length book of poetry “The Pleasures Of This Planet Aren’t Enough” was published in 2021. He has released an audio book to…

[kcyars189]

For pardi to betray her in the lowest time of her life just showed who he really was a person. things that he said not in her favor during the trial time period. then he wants to get on stage and do poetry & sht. You FLOP! Get tf off the stage!

[cyarskaren52]

I know they’re not together anymore but I love a good romantic poem

Twitter fawns over Pardi’s poem seemingly for Megan Thee Stallion

As previously reported by REVOLT, amid a high-profile court case and the controversy surrounding it, last year, Megan Thee Stallion publicly announced it was time for a break because she was “physically and emotionally” tired. After the Hot Girl Coach also removed a handful of pictures from her Instagram account, fans suspected there was trouble in paradise with the 28-year-old and her boyfriend, rapper and songwriter Pardison “Pardi” Fontaine.

While the two have kept things relatively quiet about their relationship status in recent months, this week, Pardi chose to share his feelings at an open mic night in Los Angeles. “NEVER DONE POETRY BEFORE. THOUGHT THIS WAS FITTING. THANK YOU, Da Poetry Lounge, FOR ALLOWING ME TO SHARE THIS,” he captioned a video on Instagram. “Look, you a survivor, but not a victim. Somewhere between ‘God forgive ‘em’ and ‘I gotta get ‘em,’” Pardi began in the clip that was just over two minutes long.

“You want acknowledgement for your bravery, not sympathy,” he continued while also describing the woman’s ambition. As Pardi’s words flowed, with mention of her being “spicy” and “cajun” like the Texas-based restaurant Pappadeaux, fans immediately believed his poem was about the Houston native. “I love Pardi’s poem. I’m pretty sure that was dedicated to Megan. He really tells that he sees her and he loves everything about her. That’s so cute,” one person wrote on Twitter. “Black love. I love how Pardi is with Megan! Everything about that poem was LOVE,” another said in response to his admission.

Others hoped he’d become an example for potential partners: “Just saw Pardi’s poem to Megan, and I loved every bit of it. I remember a time when men would write poetry of love and vulnerability. More of this, please.” Another got straight to the point about their dating requirements: “​​Write me a poem like Pardi or [get the f**k outta here].” While the two hitmakers may simply be living their love lives out of the public eye, Pardi seemingly squashed breakup rumors in February by sharing a photo of himself and a woman with nails similar to Thee Stallion’s holding heart-shaped shot glasses. The snap was posted around Valentine’s Day, which coincides with the “Cognac Queen’s” birthday.

See what others are saying about Pardi’s poem below!

I love Pardi poem. I’m pretty sure that was dedicated to Megan ☺️ he really tells that he sees her and he loves everything about her. That’s so cute 🥹❤️ — Nelly 🤎 (@ItsForMegan) May 8, 2023

I’m sure that Poem Pardi did was for Megan and it was Beautiful…y’all will never get me to hate that man💯 — theequeenstallion1👑Fan Account (@queen_stallion1) May 9, 2023

Pardison Fontaine shares the Valentine’s Day he planed for Megan thee Stallion. 🥺 “Pardi With A Hottie” pic.twitter.com/o9w8LXlYsD — Female Rap Room (@FemaleRapRoom) February 19, 2021

Megan Thee Stallion and Pardi taking shots for Valentine's Day via his Instagram story pic.twitter.com/l2VMtI3afE — Stallion Stats (@MegansStats) February 15, 2023

Omggggg the poem Pardi wrote for Megan is everythingggggg pic.twitter.com/5t42oZkDRu — teamstallion (@JourneeRogers1) May 10, 2023

Write me a poem like Pardi or gtfo. — S H E V Y (@Shev__y) May 10, 2023

Pardi is IN LOVE with Meg and not afraid to show it. — Akan Thee Doll, Esq. 💜🇳🇬⚖️ (@AkanButNoJeezyy) May 9, 2023

Just saw Pardi’s poem to Megan and I loved every bit of it. I remember a time when men would write poetry of love and vulnerability. More of this please — Lady Whistledown in the Hood (@colorfullstory) May 10, 2023

Black Love🖤 I love how Pardi is with Megan!  Everything about that poem was LOVE — Jasamineee👑 (@Jazzoo___) May 10, 2023

Pardi's poem to Megan is so cute and such a turn a on… that man>>> 😍❤ — Bolawa (@Bolawa19) May 9, 2023

Pardi’s poem >>>>>>>>>>>>  Omgggggg I love that fucking poem. He needs to marry Meg!!!! — Dana🐝 (@cranberryNavy) May 10, 2023

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[darlinngninawrites]

What is urgent now is to speak a language fit for the heart to a heart beating unfit for this time.

The bird challenges freedom and seduces the sky. The heart longs for this kind of flutter.

[charliewykes]

mirrors and selfies; (hyper-self-consciousness)

caught in between a half filled glass foggy with poison whose self-brewed wrath lasts beyond the impulse laughter's self-satisfaction patching up cracked glass evaporating to misty hate rotting out the inner walls breaking open the flood gates

[sincerelypoetry]

California Ave.

You did not spoon feed me the shards of glass,

I ate my own pride willingly,

& here you go,

showing up unexpectedly. 

Unintentionally.

Stemming from one piece of fruit to the next I ended up over picked 

Over ripe 

No longer perishable to be considered someone sweet.

I rotted in the summer heat and then 

I fell down out of this world 

I traded wings to begin again

I sweated in the palms of my hands praying for a mistake but fate could not turn their lead so kindly 

I had no choice but to intake it all 

Painted all the ways I found as an escape

I think so logically 

One way in and 300 ways out

Left side, right side,

you were asleep by my side.

I found you tryna destroy the timeline 

Money rolled into one single cone to erase all our lifelines 

This idea was never mine.

It’s just in front of me, why would God give it to me?

I sit & cry 

I smoke & get high

I laugh & lie 

I write poems & got titles on both my thighs 

I loved you but now I wonder why 

[cozycoffinzzz]

"Kind individuals are not meant to prevail."

— not in this world

[adreameratdawn]

people in my comics dreamt in cloud bubbles hanging over their heads when they slept. My hand raised itself in my sleep last night, caught the dream of you and me like a kite and tied it to the edge of my bed. I spent the entire morning, afternoon and evening watching it from beginning to end to beginning to end to beginning to end to beginn- “i have buck teeth”, you said your mouth is a carnivorous flower   bending downwards to kiss my cheek, its the erect keys of a harmonium with plucked out reeds. It shapeshifts like a mythical being  becomes a thick red carpet  flashing bright canine clicks watching my jealousy get caught in glass doors of grocery stores before we swallow golden fizz, your apple-burp in my ear roars motorbike engines to life- I turn to scold but vomit a word too strong for early-twenties to digest- a chuckle escapes your cave where names of politicians hang upside down and tosses the four heavy letters away- just around the near future, (I hope). Your mouth is my favourite thing about you, after your hands and your mind and your laugh and how much you talk about your sister.  You asked, "Mummy, did you dye your hair?" as a round about way of telling her she looked pretty; My Pappa's snarky comments about my exam blunders  haven't upset me since.  My hand raised itself in my sleep last night, caught the dream of you and me like a kite and tied it to the edge of your bed where I laid and watched you tell me  news controversies through the toothpaste foam  in your mouth as you brushed your teeth.

~ 8hrs Dream 

[alex-doerner]

You were never brave for me. Being brave would have been loving me and treating me like I deserved. You could've been a phase of my healing, but you weren't. You were a part of my destruction. That's your chapter in my life. You chose it. So excuse me if I no longer cry for you, about you. But I refuse to cry for someone who had every chance to write themselves into my story as the hero and chose to be the villain.

[januarydawn]

You see them Sharks with nowhere to go And nothing to do but kill the love they want they never get and the one they have they don’t want And the one they had wasn’t love at all. There’s two women in my life. One up north that wants to kill me and one in my bed that’s killed what’s left. We kiss and lips taste better in the dark. Two bodies intertwined in the mistake. In the distance I hear sirens. Someone died. The dogs bark lost in the rain. There’s something else about life We miss out on living

Thom (quoted)

ps; i wish i could find the poem on google, i can’t find it anywhere and it makes me sad. i loved this one by a poet called Thom 

[bwblubw]

The Abandoned Room

I feel you in all your glory. It shines into my darkened room. It makes the mold dry. Yet whenever you come, I feel a certain casual distance between you and I. If you have ever wondered why, knowing that from you My dust I cannot hide, I still reluctantly find a reason to dislike you as my prize.

- Fiore Blu

[iammorethanaflower]

it’s hard for me to forget

the pattern of your breathing.

sometimes i can’t find my own

rhythm because i am so used to yours

playing like a lullaby in my ears as you

rest your head on my chest and it’s in those

moments that i don’t mind that i can’t breathe on my own.

[darlinngninawrites]

this is no delicate falling, no easy descent but ive fallen before, ive collapsed through this hole I recognize before me the all too familiar door that sways and swings forth

something happens and I have to start all over -would you like to begin the recovery process? No. break into the yolk, spill the matter never splatter pray to a different god, the one who controls the weather pray for the loudest thunder to drown the cries of your mother elevator, elevator – wrong floor, wrong floor

I wanna to scream so loudly because I need you to talk to me. Sometimes I dont recognize everything around me and I cant find myself through the looking glass – a broken glass. Only broken dreams can be wrought from a broken temporality. Im not searching for myself, I just want to hold her.

[charliewykes]

outdated dreamers

Morbidity lacks fluidity Contaminating mediocrity With spontaneous reciprocity Relaying headlight stares Seeking comparison’s care Whose Infectious reception Spreading out blank states Deceptive in self-reflection