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Jamie King Feb 2015
Benign, benevolent ballerina bubbly bathing by beautiful blossoming balsams.

A gander I took and I was a statue, still, allured, and enchanted. my lips basted by beauty, before her I was an apparition, lost in forests of adulation.

A vanishing spirit soon to be a vestige of a vestige. I shall wage wars, arm myself and battle my way to her hands that can melt the glaciers residing in my heart.
What if I said public speaking.. mhhhh enjoy.
Ronald J Chapman Jan 2015
You appear to me, in my dreams,
You vanish every morning,
Without a saying a word,

You live in my words,

You visit me, in my dreams,
Bringing me, gifts,
Of beauty and love,
I can't resist,

You vanish every morning,
Without saying a word,
Leaving me lonely and cold,

Still,
Thoughts of you remain in my heart,
And in these words, 

I write to you.


Copyright 2015 © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
LADY OF DREAMS - Kitaro
http://youtu.be/cLmaHefFoDs
bluestarfall Jan 2015
She is the lady on the road.

She is a mother, a sister, a colleague, a bird, a lassie, a damsel.
She is the lady on the road.

She spreads love and enriches kindness in the society,
She is the crux of an organization, and the fundamental principles.
She is the lady on the road.

She twinkles with the stars and shimmers with the moon,
She scampers with her pets and hops like a frog,
She is not a nomad, but a faithful keeper.
She is the lady on the road.

She wears short skirts,
She wears tight tops,
She doesn't encourage the flirts,
She neither abominates the leering of cops.
She is the lady on the road.

She holds a honourable reputation,
She forms the base of ethical standards,
She buries the grudges and resolves the dissension,
She consolidates herself and maintains her fettle,
She is the epitome of cheerful disposition.
She is the lady on the road.

She ignores the catcalls,
She endures the torture and prevails her morale,
She is a monument unshakable, and a stone unbreakable,
She dumps her burdens and enlightens her destiny,
She protects her dignity and negotiates with denunciation,
She does no harm, but deals with it.
She is the lady on the road, ..the seventh wonder of the world.
The women of a country are the colors of your flag.
Javaria Waseem Jan 2015
I was told to act like a lady and speak sugar coated words.
Cover my face in make up and look pretty for the world.

I was told to act like a lady and wear skirts not jeans.
Impress people around and make them all happy.

I was told to act like a lady and be polite to everyone.
Suffocate my own dreams and live like others.

I was told to act like a lady and keep my voice down.
Just pass smiles and not to laugh out loud.

I was told to act like a lady and be a lovable doll.
Let them play with me while I can't put up any walls.

I won't act like a lady and there's nothing you can do.
I'll be whoever I want to be, it's my kingdom to rule.
Random thoughts scribbled down.
The Girl Jan 2015
I like men and I hate cuddling
so im left to wonder why
this beautiful woman
is laying her head upon my chest, slightly
snoring, peaceful as she rests.
She's beautiful as she sleeps
but im confused and honestly
her leg is making mine hot.
Im uncomfortable.
I know she needs this and I wont be
the one to take it away from her.
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I had once known a young lady,
Taller & fairer than me was she.
With elfin ears she looked cuter,
Of high traits was she an owner.
Attracted I was strongly to her,
Little did I know what it spelt.
Now I know it read danger,
But the damage has been inflicted.
Pointless, all this repenting is now,
How could I let someone so close?
On her own bed she had me lying,
I waited for the guillotine to fall.
My HP Poem #723
©Atul Kaushal
ell Dec 2014
She speaks to me in riddled rhyme,
Melodic verse, and metered line.
Voice so pure, as if not spoken
Only thought, timing unbroken.

I hold her dear, a mystery
As I love none, not even me.
Her beauty, beyond perfection,
Her love, my only obsession.

Would I give that which she gives me,
I would my soul, so that she could be.
For she is my sun, my sky, my trees,
She is my only love, my lady...
again, it rhymes. but feedback welcome
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
I never felt it was fair to perceive her as just a woman

Just a being that existed beside me

She was natural, with a big afro that weather couldn’t blow

The way she walked, a silky sashay through the room commanding attention

She was like smooth jazz played at an expensive dinner

I longed to meet her

But yet

I was too caught up in mental fantasies

Scared to finally face reality and ask her for a simple dance

She was perfect in every way

I pictured her moving in tune with me moving to our favorite tune

Flowing like natural waterfalls as we fall into an intimate embrace

What a woman I would say

What a lady on this day

I finally got the nerve to approach her

My dreams were being realized before mine own eyes

When fantasy would finally meet reality

Just as I went in to present my case

She turns to me

Dreamy eyes, dreamy eyes

Sweet lips accented in mahogany lip stick

My lady, I would like to partake in a sweet embrace

I would like to move in a sensuous mood

We danced for an eternity it seemed

But alas, our song ended

And as I moved in for a kiss

She disappeared into a fine, sweet mist

Perfection is only perceived in the mind



But with time we shall develop as one and your flaws become perfection to me
An ode to women
Phoenix Rising Dec 2014
starry eyes with a bold stare
the universe isn't frightening to you
admirable because you are the one percent
the one percent who lives life to the fullest, one hundred percent

curls that your head weeps down
that resemble the salty ocean waves
skin as pale as a snow flake
with sun kissed spots on your crinkled button nose

translucent personality
angelic intentions
a golden silhouette of a heart on your wrist
a kiss that takes and gives air
Abbey W Dec 2014
Propped like a porcelain doll,
Snowflake skin and hot cocoa hair,
She sits upon a honey-glazed pedestal.

Crystal cerulean eyes and frost bitten cheeks
Emerald bow laced in her curls, glittered with gold.
She is a perfect present.

“Better to be seen, not heard”
Engraved in her brain, rehearsed in her manner.
She has an exquisite mind, but why would anyone listen?

Piano on Tuesdays, equestrian on Thursdays
Arrive ten minutes early because on time is late.
She is a master at playing the game.

Every night she climbs back up the pedestal,
Processes the day, prepares for tomorrow.
She always remembers: one mistake and she will fall.
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