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 Dec 2017
Pagan Paul
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I saw thee dancing betwixt the trees,
wearing the greenest of velvet dresses,
hair bouncing in a flow of wild wind,
cascading down in tight curled tresses.
Joyously giggling at Natures comfort,
her love surrounding thee in a cloak,
'Tis then thy truest feminine snares
caught the heart of this mighty Oak.



© Pagan Paul (25/11/17)
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Lord of Green series, poem 14
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 Sep 2017
sophia
Dear Daddy,
Do you know what these men say to me?

With their
eyes and their mouths
when I walk on the street.

With a grin and a nod
and a look up and down.
A wink and a kiss
and a cat call heard from downtown.

With my skirt short
and my top
low,
It’s a cold world daddy
and no
doesn’t mean no.

Daddy do you know
how these men look at me?

Like I’m a piece of meat
strutting down the street?
With my head buds in
and my favorite song on.

I’m asking for it Daddy,
I’m in the wrong.

Do you know how it feels
not to wear what I like?

To walk a little faster
when I’m alone at night?

Daddy the world is my predator
and I am it's doe,
Daddy what happens
when I can’t say no?
 Sep 2017
Oni Olusegun
I wrote her a poem
She won't like it
I tore it--
Its out of whack

I did her portrait with ink
She won't like it
I squeezed it--
Its not her skin color, its black

I plucked her some flower
She won't like it
I dropped it--
Its not rose, its lilac

I made her a pendant
She won't like it
I broke it--
Its not gold, its brass plaque

I'm at her door with no gift
She won't like it
But I love her
To the moon and back
Sometimes self doubt just ruin what could have been a perfect show
 Aug 2017
kyle
I said a million things in my life,
maybe more,
but most of the things I've said have been ignored.

I don't consider myself a medical expert, by any means,
but surely this must be a sort of disease.

I keep trying to talk, waiting to express who I am,
but what I failed to realize is that no one really gives a ****.
goofy nonstop cathartic ******* that I make

My poetry *****, leave me alone about it
 Aug 2017
Kiohtel
Non
Her face I see
On my unworthy screen
Her heart I perceive
Is a storm and a breeze

Her voice I hear
Enchanting and sweet
Her guts I feel
Inspiring me

Her spark I see
With my dazzled eye
Her words I read
Wearing a stupid smile
This is my first poem in a long time and my first poem here.. Its about an interesting and unique person who encouraged me to write again. Happy Birthday to you, Non <3
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