Beautiful Poem | Ryan Ngala

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There’s no other word,
To describe your perfection,
You dress to impress,
For all the boys
Who stare at ya.

Keep on smiling,
And posting pic’s,
Of ya bad self,
I like the way you look,
Now go strike a pose that,
You just took.

To put it as a profile,
Picture on Facebook,
Them divas haters will be hating,
Cause they ain’t styling as hard as you.

You have a passion for fashion,
In every aspect of your creativity,
Right in front of you,
You look like one of them fashion models,
Who styles on project runway,
And keep on stunning with them shades on all day long.

So keep on balling,
Keep stunning,
In any way that you like,
Go get yourself,
A Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada,
Dolce & Gabbana.

And a couple of Chanel bags,
Because to me,
You’re beautiful,
Just the way you are,
On the outside.

Back 2 School Poem | Ryan Ngala

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As summer ends,

And school approaches,

The sun starts to rise and shine.

So early in the morning,

Students had to get up,

And went to get dress.



To start thinking about,

A brighter future,

And a greater success.

A chance they can say to themselves,

That one day I can become a star,

As they work so hard,

One day they will go far.

To reach their goals,

And to fulfill their dreams,

With their classmates right beside them,

So they can work,

Together as a team.

Teachers came to teach,

Students came to learn,

Whether in a school or job,

As they earn themselves with a associate or a bachelor’s degree.

If they were,

To lead by example,

As they get older,

To go to college,

As they further their knowledge.

To become as young adults,

To become as greater leaders,

In seeing that they can and,

Will make a difference.

The Next King Of Poetry Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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I write to recite,

That is my blog motto,

All I really need,

Is a pencil and something to write with.

And watch how my,

Rhymes flow so fluently,

I got so many thoughts,

Jotted down in my brain.

I have all my social media fans,

Right beside me,

As I start to write each different subject,

To become my number one favorite poem in the whole wide world.

Ryan the best writer,

My sister Wendy the best editor,

If I had a poetry book,

It will become the number one,

New York Times Best seller.

My Momma Told Me Poem | Ryan Ngala

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My Momma,
Told Me,
To never talk,
To strangers.

As these homeless beggars,
Will be asking us for money,
But don't give us anything in return.

My Momma told me,
To keep on hustling,
And finding a job.

For a maximum minimum wage paid,
And that someday,
I'm going to become,
Filthy rich one day.

To always wake up,
My siblings early,
And also brushing
My teeth daily.

My momma,
Was also very
Young and
educated.

She was born in Nigeria,
Came to America
To raise us like grown up kids,
We are today.

My Momma told me,
To study and work hard,
Just to stay focus and pay attention,
But also listen on,
What she has to say.

From oldest to youngest,
As the next generations
Of super smart rich kids,
We were destine to become to be.

Who's That Chick On Facebook? Poem | Ryan Ngala

Who's That Chick On Facebook Poem

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Who’s that chick?,

I took a look at,

With my very own eyes,

When many of her pictures,

Gets commented on her Facebook page.

She sends a message,

To every guys’ Facebook profile,

With her pretty face, pretty lips, and nice thighs,

That just got me hypnotize.

Not knowing where I can ever see her once again,

She might see herself,

Posing for the camera,

Looking so clueless.

I should be commenting on your pix

Naming you one of the “Prettiest chick”

Even though she's a bad B*tch.

It's Hard To Say Goodbye Poem | Ryan Ngala

 It's Hard To Say Goodbye Poem

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It’s hard to say goodbye,
To all the friends that you love,
They live around the world,
Like even Africa or America as well.

I hope to see them soon,
So our friendship continues to bloom,
I hope you’ll stay in touch in tune.

In my heart there's always room,
I could even begin to start to cry,
Because It’s so hard to say goodbye.

My Mother Raised Me Poem | Ryan Ngala

Me as my younger self with my lovely mother

My Mom alongside with my sister Wendy

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My mother raised me,
To become a loving & caring son,
To take care of my lovely siblings,
And the rest of my day is done.


My mother raised us,
To do better in school,
Not to stare into space,
Acting like a fool.


My mother raised me,
To become a healthy teen,
She makes food for the children,
And asks us all to read.


My mother raised me,
To become a humble and nice man,
If they say something mean to me,
I can just keep my mouth shut instead.


My mother raised us,
To become successful leaders,
How did your mother raise you?

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