TB Dentz Jul 29
Like a lion in the desert
Scrawny and rat-like but still fierce and intimidating
Thirsty but miles from water and used to it
Outcast but used to it
Dangerous and on the verge of death but used to it
c Jul 16
Paint my porcelain skin
To look like steel.
This is my armor,
Fragile beneath
It’s metallic sheen.
Paint my face
With my blood
Like warpaint
In the form of adrenaline
coursing through my veins.
Forge my sword
With the splintered pieces
Of my dignity,
For my wit is sharp
And my pride is strong.
Heed my battle cry
The song of words once trapped in my throat.
I am a siren, a Spartan, a warrior for the silenced.
The blood
Running through my veins
Is toxic.
So bite me.
Danielle Jun 9
I’m burning as I’m freezing.
My whole split.
Healing as I’m burning fierce.
Drowning as I’m being baptized
I’ll fly off into the known
Even as I become mired in the unfamiliar.
But may the Gods help you withstand my wrath.
His lips pressed against my skin like raindrops that fell gently upon my cold body. So gentle, so close. His love for me transformed, it grew until my skies were covered and his world was all I knew. The sensation he gave me was captivating, for I had always loved a storm. His smile hit me like a blinding streak of lightning, and it made me feel infinite. I was so lost in the thundering words that echoed in my ears, I was so incredibly obsessed with his hands and how they held me so tight, and I forgot that storms always come to an end. Slowly the raindrops stopped falling over my body so fiercely, his words ceased from thundering as they faltered to an echo. A memory. The ghost of his lips remained, like my love for him. Since the storm dispersed I sometimes fall in puddles of our forgotten love and I wish for the storm to return. A storm may be beautiful, but it will not last forever.
Liam Hunter May 26

At times she was the fierceness of a storm
but when need be
She could hold the tears of a generation
on her fingertips

and separate
love, from sadness,
pull pain, from dreams,

and sew them together

into a life.
Indigo May 14
Beautiful women are everywhere.
Beautiful souls are found rather rare.
I may be none.i may be both.
I may be a third type that I chose.
All that you need,to make your judgement fair
Is to know I'm a women
who in need will be there.
I wrote this poem in 2014 and found it today between some scraps
AIA Apr 24
and if we're tied with the same sad fate,
i'll change it... no matter what.
Good day folks!
Helene Marie Apr 8
is a woman
who knows
what she wants
we are all fierce
usagi Feb 10
Avert my eyes
you might see into my soul
Reuben Dec 2017
By: Reuben Paredes

Is not a thing?
But a special human being,
Who can do everything?
‘Cause she has something,
What to give and offer for others
When she is there, nothing to be bothers,
Doing multiple task,
Even without effort to ask,
Her special power is simple, that is to create,
Out of the box ideas is easy, for her to generate,
She is always there and keen to help,
Or even you don’t need to have a yelp,
A giver and savior of the day,
But also a solution that takes your worry away,
A strong as a steal that no one can break,
Yet, gives her heart of gold for all sake,
Her ability is extraordinary that you can imagine,
Only to inspired and dazed, her marvelous fine,
What a world can’t recognize a woman that so great,
Nor, the fantastic life, she is often feat,
And her superpower is to give unconditional love,
That you need to do is to possess it and have.
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