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Nik Bland Sep 22
Machiavellian in the way you step
Sultry temptations
Slow drag on the coffin nail called life
Slight correlation
How sweet for the world to bend for you
Scuffed to the knees
With a smile reminiscent of crocodile
She walks dangerously
At threat in every sense of the word
Fluent in her wiles
Innovation in internal investigation
Transcends the mile
Deliberate in the introspective
Oil and grease the machine
Poised and confident to represent her perspective
Effectively
Tasks seem impossible at times
Yet when I think of you
Those reassuring eyes
That confident smile
Makes me pull through
The thick or thin
With you by my side
True love will win.
I no longer need
To think what to write
You, just you
Is all I need
The core of my poems
The song that endlessly plays
Your voice
Sweeter than nectar
Your eyes
Brighter than the stars
Your laugh
Like the sun
Breaking through a rainy day
Your smile
Fills me
With inner happiness
Your hand
So soft
Yet reassuring
Your very being
Is the greatest mystery
You being yourself
Makes me want to be with you
To the end of my days
Your very presence
Makes my heart skip a beat
With you by my side
I feel
Strong
Capable
Confident
Most importantly,
Happy
No poem
No song
Will ever be able
To show how much you mean to me
For you alone are all I need
I no longer need
To think what to write
You, just you
Is all I need
The core of my poems
The song that endlessly plays
Your voice
Sweeter than nectar
Your eyes
Brighter than the stars
Your laugh
Like the sun
Breaking through a rainy day
Your smile
Fills me
With inner happiness
Your hand
So soft
Yet reassuring
Your very being
Is the greatest mystery
You being yourself
Makes me want to be with you
To the end of my days
Your very presence
Makes my heart skip a beat
With you by my side
I feel
Strong
Capable
Confident
Most importantly,
Happy
No poem
No song
Will ever be able
To show how much you mean to me
For you alone are all I need
This is my first free verse poem, I really hope you like it
I would like to be as brave and fearless as you.
I would like to be as open as you.
I would like to be as confident and calm as you.
felhusnaa Aug 25
sometimes, I just wish I was pretty enough.
pretty enough for being a friend,
pretty enough for being a lover,
pretty enough for being a perfect daughter,
pretty enough in everything,
even for being alive.
also for being my self.

sometimes, I wonder how it feels to be called as beautiful for being myself.
For the way I am, like, beautiful in and out.

I am not saying I wish I was one hundred percent perfect.
just pretty sure people get to see me the way I am.
not that 'pretty' the way I look by appearence.

and I, apologize to everyone who I ever met.
for every inch of my part that most of the time makes you barely breath
for every inch of my skin that makes you worry a lot and try to get rid of it
for every inch of my touch that left scars on yours

sorry for being me.
Niamh Aug 5
Whenever I think of happiness, I think of sunflowers.
The funny thing is, I don’t even like sunflowers.
They’re obnoxious.
Loud.
Vain.
They are tall. Stretching to the sun, selfish.
They are bright. Blinding all who look at them.

But they are unapologetic.
They love. They are love.
They live their life.
They are confident.
They are everything I need to be.
They are happiness.
Axel Jul 6
My voice is like a sword ready to be used in a war, though my hands are weak like a paper in the water, but my voice is sharp ready to ****.

Our voice makes them calm, angry and sometimes sad while trying to understand what does the tone trying to sound and trying to be;
Lips that are supposed to be kissed but I use it for my protection from the devil and this lips will make them sleep, peacefully.

You decide if you want your voice to be quite or mute or loud or wild because the sea is endless and the fishes under it is dangerous, so, choose your path and sound your voice, if you dare to.
speak up, your voice matters!
sophia Jul 2
A real boyfriend will love
His girlfriend with all his heart
And won’t be afraid to go up
To his friends, point at you and say,
“That’s my girl”
This is true. Girls, if he isn’t man enough to do this, and he hides you from the world, he isn’t worth it.
Axel Jun 27
Once an old man asked me,
"What is art?",
Well, as an unthoughtful kid, i said "painting"
But then he laughed and left me thinking.

I traveled down the street trying to find what art really means,
I dived into the tub trying to think what art can be,
I jumped from above to fly to search art in the sky,
I asked my mom "ummi, what is art?"
She said "go Google it",
But still I can't understand;
I won't understand until someone stand up and tell me that the art is in them.

So I present myself and my humanity
To say it out loud and proud:
Art is my hated hair that the back always stand up,
Art is my dark circles under my eyes begging me to sleep,
Art is my acnes that surround my face and left me annoyed,
Art is the shirt that I bought from the thrift store that has a coffee stain,
Art is when I started to accept of who I truly am.
I tried to see art a little bit clearer
And now I understand that art is
The one that standing crooked in front of the mirror.
at the end of the day, you have to love yourself cuz how are you gonna love somebody else if u hate yourself?
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