What she is to me
I can’t stop writing about the ladies
Sometimes I wonder, if just maybe
It’s because they drive me crazy
Yes it’s true, I love them all
Tall or short, big or small
So I would like you to see
Just what a woman is to me
A creature of bliss and cupids kiss
The mountains and the seas
The flowers and the trees
My rhyme and reason
My every season
I could ink a thousand slates
About a woman and why she’s great
I could make every word and phrase
Give her perfection, dignity and praise
I think I have found the words that sum her all up
Here they are in the shell of a nut.
“You are woman and you are blessed”
They say I am art because I have been touched by a man,
well that is how they treat me
I am a body to be photographed and analyzed
just like the picture hanging
a picture cannot cry and neither can I
so I just swing with red lips
take me off display so I can be restored
paint starts to fade and the art disappears
purple necklace and bracelets are gone
I am not art anymore,
no one ever looks again
Disrespect the lady and you’ll get the bitch.
Out at a party late one night
When some asshole wanted to fight
There was a lady in the lounge
Listening to the piano sound
He got in her face, she began to twitch
She told him to go, he called her a bitch
When I was young my granny taught me
Respect a woman and you’ll keep the peace
Listen child to the words I say
Forget them not on any day
Call a woman a bitch if you want
Truly I recommend that you not
She’ll kick your ass and knock you down
Put your body in the ground
Eat you up and rip you apart
Take your soul, take your heart
Cut you up and make you bleed
Turn you into buzzard meat
Yeah, she’s got a hell of a twitch
If you dare to call her a bitch
What happened next granny’s words did prove
This woman was up and on the move
She kicked his ass in no time flat
He was down for the count, back to the mat
The word he spoke, aggravated her twitch
He disrespected the lady, he got the bitch.
Games lovers play
French cut panties and a black lace top
Candy apple lips lick’n on a lollipop
With a little giggle she lures me in
For a night of passion and heavenly sin
She feels like a breeze on a hot summer day
She smells like flowers in the month of May
Her kisses taste like watermelon wine
Her touch sends vibes up and down my spine
Butter mocha skin and big green eyes
Have me sedated and hypnotized
I am in her power, I kneel to her will
She has me bound within her spell
Candles, roses and scented oils
Gets our bodies going, makes the blood boil
Seduction, attraction and perfect affection
Take our souls in the same direction
She may be a goddess or just a dame
I may be a rock star when we play our games
We have fun, we enjoy each other
Love is the key that keeps us together
God blessed the world when He made Man,
and I feel I know both of them
when I hold onto this one's hand
He sleeps like a child upon my chest
soft breath sending shivers
up and down my neck,
and I marvel,
and marvel, and
at a creature such as this.
He fits me, he suites me, he truly does—
in an instant, with just a glance at him,
I come a bit more undone.
His skin a sheen beneath moonlight
where I can truly see veins,
a blue network beneath his forearm,
holding me gently to his frame;
I would have never even considered
how it could fit with mine
or how we could even begin to claim
such a space between us.
And yet, here we are— and yet, here I am
tiny and misshapen,
cuddling a man who has taken my heart to a place,
in this tiny little bed,
where I know love resides.
The futon creaks, the fan swivels on,
and the icon candle burns brightly
in the corner.
... and here I am with a Man
who holds me so delicately in his sleep
that he would actually have you believe
that I'm the precious one.
It's been a long while since I've sat down to write anything, mainly because of graduation deadlines and wedding planning, but I did it anyway. Huzzah!
I see a lot of areas where I could potentially build and improve upon this poem, but as for now, I simply want to remember how it felt that night to hold my fiance (or rather, how he held me,) before he had to return across the country for a few months to work [#navylife]. That week was probably the most blissful time of my life... but then again, so is every visit with him.
I am fascinated and enamored
by the jewelry of a woman's heart
who after being torn apart
only grows softer, gentler, and kinder.
I love like every tree leaf is a miracle.
I love like when leaves fall, If I look away they will never have been there.
I love like the ground doesn't exist unless I love every blade of grass that tries to catch the leaves.
I love like I am allergic to grass
I am allergic to grass.
I love like I worship each pill that stops the itching.
I love like the Itching is self-inflicted
poison which I am responsible for
finding the antidote.
I love like all leaves fall,
but only because I watched the first leaf fall.
I love like this is my tree
but not my leaves.
I love like I hold piles of dead leaves in my hands and cry
I hold piles of dead leaves in my hands and cry.
I love like there are particles of dead Leaves in everything.
I love like I need to find a leaf that will be an herbal remedy for my allergies.
I love like I found that herbal remedy and Sit by her tree all day.
I love like This tree loves it's leaves
letting them go, Growing new
Providing shade for words to be read while it lives.
constantlly Growing taller
Telling stories in it's rings
Only to be read when it
is Chopped down.
But I will watch it fall.
Or I'll never leave this spot.
Where it grew.
I'll rest beneath my pile
Of dead leaves.
Leave particles of myself in everything.
This Herbal tea.
Poetry makes me horny
It makes me want to …..
When you write about me
My body shakes and jumps.
With your words inside me
My body gets excited
Knowing that my passion
Is your Aphrodite
I want to be your clay
Form my every line
Soft my every corner
Bring my love your light
Your poetry about me
Makes my heart romance
Makes my body move
Brings my feet to dance
Touch me with your words
Rub them on my body
Ink them now my love
Then let’s get naughty
She is my love song
She is my love song and rainbow parade
A walk in the woods and cool lemonade
Wonder and wisdom mystery and mayhem
Fantasy and pleasure calm and reason
Her sex is wild with perfect affection
Her touch is soothing, her kiss seduction
Balance, harmony and inspiration
A lady, a woman, a spot on creation
She is all the best this world can offer
She is a love song like no other