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Anastasia Jan 2020
Take a sip
Strawberry syrup
Sweet and soft
But never enough
Strawberry sweetness
Smooth in your mouth
Tangy but not sour
Covering the dollhouse
Strawberry syrup
Dripping from your lips
On your fingertips
Staining the lace
On your pretty white dress
Strawberry syrup
Making a mess
Can’t see through the syrupy haze
Covering my eyes in a strawberry glaze
Sweet and strong flower
Set aside
having to deal with all the excess power
Politics corrupt the once functional family
She must shelter her only son
As the vulture's attack...
the press never tells solid truths...
Here it comes, another scandal "proclaimed"
by those creative nut-sacks.
She is forced to wear a smile
even though she is stronger than they may think or may know
Like "Superman" she disguises herself as Clark Kent
Acting mild and mild-mannered
although I know, she is a lot  like me
She is tough, independent, and wishing to fly free
She loves her country and family
however, she needs to save herself
As her once true love's attention was once with her, romantic
it is now more than for her. As it may benefit us in country
Family cannot be ruled like such
He needs to open his welded eyes focused too much on his family's dwindling attention
The coldness of false affections...
Doesn't the Trumpeter know?
As he sounds the "call of unity"
He needs antibiotics for his family's separation and diseases
from cold and empty and less feeling family halls
that makes them shake and sweat from the afflicted worries
As he cleans up the country...He needs to fix his family
Through these heartbreaking attacks
where Daddy has a lack of his heart beating
To them, he needs to show love's Breezes.
She shall finally break out and leave for more promised lands
where he stands, wondering, "Why?"
As she melts down their wedding bands.
She shall do the job that both parents do.
This is such a story set askew.
"Do your job," she does it well.
The haters can all go to their fiery deserved Hells.
Families deserve their "quiet and private eras"
Not to be run by Him like a well "oiled Factory"
The family might be citizens of this country"
That we all love and support him in doing a job "well done!"
In her heart, it does way a ton.
"Enough is enough"
"I am not a fragile and wilting flower"
She shall stand, to all, showing her pure beauty in strength
As she fights they ill faded and critical mouth's showers.

I call her "The Sweet and Strong Flower"
Not as a diss
It is more than this...
It is a compliment.
Beauty is only skin deep
As such are stereotypes...
They are made by the thin-skinned and weak minded...
As she shall show, through time...Her true inner power...
She is the one with tact and true-hearted plans
For country and foremost, family.
She shall be the one to point the last finger
"I've been the one, to your misfortuned future, to prevented such... to you I reminded.."
"Stay obsessed with a job, a career, or power"
"Since I'm not your Definition"
"A weak and Fragile Flower."
Dedicated To Melania Trump. I am a huge Trump Supporter...But, heck guy, your family needs you. especially your fine and strong wife.
meGaThOr Mar 2018
me rich Great Again
follow dreams to a place where freedom
ebuffed my  businessman

Mar-a-Lago Club
resort is mine
to escape the spotligh
Our culture has gotten
too mean and too rough,

More weighty details are scarce
Berwyn speech, without a hint of irony
deep love and respect”

dropped slightly as my race tightens
after a plagiarism controversy
Alyalyna Jan 2018
I’d love to pour out all of my anger
Tell the whole world who you’ve been dating lately
Tell the whole world who you’ve been cheating on baby
In what filthy things you’ve been participating
Should I remind you I embraced you daily
And now you’re acting shady
And kind of shocking and maybe
I ******* with a wrong person
But I was
Completely into our friendship
Indeed, I loved you
You said I ruined it
I say you ruined me
I helped you out a thousand times
Now will you help me out of all this ****
Who’s now a piece of crap
Who’s now to blame
Why didn’t you tell everything?
You’re struggling now for your fame
That’s why you’re so late
With all your blames
And when your so called diva moment comes down
You’re gonna understand how much you were wrong
DaSH the Hopeful Sep 2016
I told her I'd never fallen in love
with an alien before

She gave me an odd glance

And then I told her she was out of this world

She chuckled and smiled

And at that moment
it became evident

*Her lips don't even have to touch mine for me to get lost in them
DaSH the Hopeful Sep 2016

I'm standing here

       In this doorway

   Halfway between where I have been
And where I will go

     *And I can't help but cry tears of joy.
DaSH the Hopeful Jul 2016
I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips
DaSH the Hopeful Apr 2016
I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself
Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf
I added water so she wouldn't go dry
Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die
I watched as she grew
Time flew and flew
Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky
As she prospered and danced I noticed a change
Something very strange that caught my eye
Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life
In place of green,
She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper
And it was there she made her illustration so divine
A perfect drawing of a heart
That turned out to be mine
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