I want to fall with a Poetress
Not a girl but a woman that can match my intellect.
She can cook and clean but is far from domesticated.
Need a ghetto queen like Latifah
I'm from the hood baby I can handle a skillet.
Let's split it
You cook the rice I make the chicken
A woman that understands it all from politics to religion
She fights for her rights
And some nights she doesn't want to lay she wants to ride  
Never ask for nothing but is willing to die
Living for the moment
Like of our live is being directed by Nick Cassavetes
A Poetress I promise to keep smiling
Like a woody Allen movie
And if I sell my soul
I'll be Adam and she Lilith
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
That argues with me metaphorically
Poetic in her actions
When she threatens to leave me
A goddess with words and she let's me hear it
A woman I can open up like a book
And let's me eat in her living room
One that can bear baby Jesus and the anti Christ if God decides
My match
My one on one
Wether I have a bible or a ski mask
Much more than superficial beauty
But if I had to choose
She'll be Patron white with a Henny ***
Don Pergion for a mouth,
she speaks class
1880 aged wine for her mind
Her thoughts are dined
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
Who understand cutlery
But loves bacon and burger beef
A goddess of poetry
Would be the only one right for me
I want to fall in love with a Poetress
And the search begins
your majesty.....

Paradise Child is
The world of different
Meaning like paradise
Is vacation
Sometimes poet and poetress
Need a plan called "paradise"
But to get that you
Have to able to feel comfortable
And wisdom.

I tell myself that
I am a Paradise child
To show the universe
That I am who I am
Looking for more information
Contained who is the Paradise
Child?

Paradise is Child
Child is Paradise
Paradise and the world are two
Things I love
And I hope that I am the
Paradise Child.

                      By K-mari ©2016

You make my poetry crumble
Like a building set for demolition.
I want to write beautiful things,
But when I gaze upon you
My mind draws a blank.
I don't understand it really;
We are miles away from each other,
Yet you make my legs restless
And my knees as weak as gelatin.
Your icy blue eyes peer into
My soul until I can't help but melt-
I am in too deep for comfort.
I am sinking fast in the quicksand
Of your sweetly smooth words.
I am fighting off my feelings left and right
But nothing will stop you from knocking
Down the walls I have worked so hard to build up.
I want to tell you I love you like you have
Time and time again. But alas I cannot,
Because I don't want to be hurt or worse-
Hurt you.
It's not fair that you pull at my heart strings
Like you do because I have nothing in rebuttal.
Everytime I try my jaw locks up,
My lips seal tightly shut,
And my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth
Like it does when I eat peanut butter too fast.
I try to put my feelings into poetry
But even then the message comes out wrong.
I give up!
I am just a twitterpated poetress
Who's penmanship is less than sub par...

Poetic,
Thy beak can speak words of sensual charm,
But canst thou speak of what's to cometh?
Poetic,
Thy words do flow and run,
As a waterfall, tumbling hummus!!
Poetic,
Thou canst shape lives by thy wittled crippled fingers,
Yet canst thou show thy action? Like thy hero's and singers?
Poetic,
Thou canst bringeth life to thy surroundings,or death to thy foes,
Yet wilt thou giveth all thou haveth from thy back? Or steal poor men's troves!!!
Poetic,
Thineself can waketh one to splendor,or putteth them to sleep,
But cans't thou heareth them? Rub their bones when their weak?
Poetic
Poetress
Poets
Tis I do believe!!
With thy words,
Thine self could make seeds to eternal beautitude,
Or everlasting damnation!!!!

I'm a stoic,
For mine words art mine action's!!!

Art thy own?
Poetic.....

Living in a world where is based on what you have then who you are. Where everyone is different in the same way. So who really is unique? Where attraction is based what you give not what you bring. Poetic justice doesn't exist. Burning down a city is not really freedom. But who am I to preach, if I sin every day. Why would God forgive? In a world where everything is for sale even self esteem I'm still having a issue with mine. In a world where everything is for sale but I won't buy. I still believe in being me. Lost touch with the art but I still believe in me. Lost the love for the world but I still dream. Lost the one, she wasn't the Poetress I was looking for. **** this new world.

She's a schoolgrad by day,
A poetress by night,
Hard working,
Such a light!!

She roams poems to get her fix,
She's witty,
Non forgetting,

A smashing  grip to thy heart and chest!!!

A mirror who makes thou seeith things only heaven doth offer,
A( P.B.S) lover of fine writings,
Her wine much inviting,

As a friend I've made,

And as a seraph

She hunkers amongst the divine lost and roaming!!!!

If only she came closer!!!

How long?
Must I search this unplentiful Terra cotta,
Where wherin there's no ardor!!!

I seek a dame of barter,
A like minded poetress
Where she can unvape mine vest and release all the days tensions and mine affliction!!!!

A king and queens invention!!!!

How long?
Must I partion vows not seen?
Trade all mine hopes for cracked walk dreams,
And be a guest to mine own dillema!!!!

How long?
Shall I try to give thine all to one who's not there,
Nor doesn't call,
For ignorance to me is quite noticeable!!!

What's wrong the boys thou chooses excite you by nice ride?
With him you get high for a moments click to stardom!!
Folly indeed!!!!

I seeketh a special breed,
The kind that chamelionizes,
The one where no chastisement is known nor mentioned!!!

Her hand to be mine extension I giveth this anima,
Wherein conglomeration is ourn own villa,
And coition brings us to sanguine beautitude!!!!

What an inclination of proposes!!!

Carmen, Bolton, Lama, Sophie, Timothy,ScriptedSilence.
Amanda, Richard,Lily, Keith, Divine,Elle,Laura, Cne.
Sarah, Kim,Sobberingsoul, Frank,Jason, Traveler,Fran.
Moonlight,Jules, AB,Lovelyn,Beautifully Broken,Ranveer.
Fearless, Iz,BD,Neha,Selina,Shaina,Maddy, Mack,John.
Godson1,Joseph,Jay, Poetress,Claryt,Fecundeity,Abraham.
Loser,ymmiJ,Osiria,Tony,Erian­,Hanna,Elena,Empire, Mellow.
Grace, Joyce, Deep, Sassy,Jen, Untold,Nikita, Word,Suzy.
There are many more but heres a few more Great poets too.

Strange, it seems,

To write poetically with no rhyme or rhythm.

Settling upon reason seems to be treason

to the poet of the box.

I dont see boxes. I am

a poetic tyrant

coloring outside the lines–

An unjust act for one who deems oneself a rule keeper.

But when the mind is free the pen has sovereignty to glide and slide and pause on the page.

Thoughts collecting from everywhere find a place to engage.

Focus

as thoughts collide at the crossroads,

saying one thing,

meaning another.

Giving mysteries over to the pretty name of metaphor.

The reading between the lines

the meeting of the minds

the sprinting of the hearts

the dodging of the darts…

Flame overtakes the circumstance

until circumstance prevails.

Everything dont burn when you fight fire with fire.

Some things are refined by it– and to some it doesnt even apply.

Fire made me strong enough to cut glass without shattering it.

Precisely.

Fight fire with water (an equal force in its own right)…

Fragile pearl I am no more

because the host no longer had to do the work.

Nor did I find it admirable to dwell where there was no air for me to breathe and feel accomplished when I didn’t suffocate.

The free mind has the audacity to change itself every ten seconds

and recreate itself at the most inopportune times.

Chaos to the rule keeper.

The free verse is for the free spirit

and the free spirit defies fear.

Fear lives in the box

that I dont see

as I color outside the lines

and give myself reason

to commit poetic treason

by writing poetically, at times

with no rhythm or rhyme.

Long live the poetress

possessing a fragile kind of strong

with her free mind and free spirit set in free verse stone.

Even in the darkest ,of space , your Light still shine.
Even in times, of your deepest pain your Light still shine.
Even in your, weakest state here your Light still shine.
Even in your , Brokeniness here your Light still shine.
Even in the your struggles here your Light still shine.
Even in the midst, of your anger , and loss your Light still shine.
For you are Gods Poets and Poetress speaking Gods Truth.
In the world where so many people need to see your Light.
To see that Jesus , Loves them as well and that he is the Word.