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 Dec 2017 Lexi
Kara Jean
The devil sat upon his toasted grieving red throne
Gulping his tongue, the devil never stressed  
She seduced his powerful taste
He knew she was a lost soul, out of control  
She was a walking mess, who was taking her toll
He had no business taking a hit to his statured entitlement  
He promised to distinguish her from the rest, implicating a battle every dawning blue sky
His threats do not scare her passion to fight
She's a rampage with braided hair and an innocent glare
Zip up your sweater vest, here comes Hells pest
 Dec 2017 Lexi
Maria Etre
Fire
 Dec 2017 Lexi
Maria Etre
She never knew how much fire
she had inside
She was never told
to dim the flame
She was always burning

Burning everything she touched
melting hearts and igniting wild fires

She was never told to be careful
"not to play with fire"
for she was an expert
that meddled with danger

She was never told to silence the sparks
she let them echo in places where
they'd reach those who need some
spark in their lives

She kept going
moving forward, fire never leans back
She held on catalysts
that fed her flames
She grew more and more
for she was never told to settle for less

She was a fire sign too
what a coincidence
she sometimes found solace in reading
her compatible partner
but never relied on them
For full entry visit https://indiedoodles.wordpress.com/2016/03/15/fire/
 Dec 2017 Lexi
AMcQ
-Fire-
 Dec 2017 Lexi
AMcQ
There is fire in her.
Fire deep within,
but too deep for her
lungs alone to fuel.
So she waits;
unaware of the blaze
that will flare,
when his breath meets hers.
 Dec 2017 Lexi
mark john junor
alone in the mirror of her minds eye
alone with the trail of thoughts leading off into the night
she feels a moment of desperation
can she find her way without him
can she know the right from the wrong
and will she ever feel that way she did ever again
can she feel that burst of heat and light
that burning hot love and passion

alone she steps into the darkness of all her tomorrows
and though the air feels light and crisp
she breaths with such tender care
with such trepidation
the symphony of changing feelings flow thru her
in this moment
both tears and smiles
hurt her features and brazenly flow from her eye

deep and wide
the day
she pauses at the sound of footsteps
the city draws back to reveal
the emptiness it contains
nothing is something no-one needs
and she has discovered its face benith all the dreams
she once held so dear

heartbeat sure and quick
breathing slowly now
her soft wet lips works over the words like a prizefighter
each landing of syllable defeats fear
each  narrowly placed thought sheds light on the unknown
and she comes to the edge of realization
steps slowly into resolution
that to find a way
she must release regret

he cannot return to where he was
he too has traveled this night
and while one may indeed replace ones footsteps
you will never tread them in the same way twice
 Dec 2017 Lexi
Madison
The last time
 Dec 2017 Lexi
Madison
If I would’ve known the last time I saw you would be the last time I’d ever see you
I would’ve hugged you longer

If I would’ve known the last time we kissed was gonna be the last time we’d ever kiss
I would’ve held it longer

If I would’ve known the last time we talked would be the final talking we’d ever do
I would’ve told you I loved you

That’s the thing about lasts
You never know it’s gonna be the last
There are so many things left unsaid
So many things left undone

Until it’s too late
Until the last what if has already happened

The last time will never feel like the last time
Until the unexpected happens and then it’s too late

The last goodbye is the hardest goodbye
Especially if it is never said
 Dec 2017 Lexi
DaSH the Hopeful
GRRR
 Dec 2017 Lexi
DaSH the Hopeful
Being interrupted by far off people making exceptionally loud sounds while trying to write poetry is exactly like having a horrible toothache and trying to perform a tracheotomy on a rabid cat.
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