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Shane Lee Jun 19
Wooed by her striking gaze,
her supple lips
that loved words,
like a quip,
quick and elegant
she wore the robes of a queen.

A golden queen adorned with
metaphors and similes
so impure,
shaking leaves,
along branches of silken verses
rehearsed but
still curses.

Luscious were the jagged edges
of her tongues
beguiling pledges,
pleas for touch,
for caressing breath
amongst her sensual stanzas.

Seducing her prey with grace
and unfazed finesse.
What a clever
little devil
is my Black Widow poetess.
Fun/Random fact: Black Widows are actually quite docile, non-aggressive spiders, only really striking while feeding or when threatened (they do not seek to bite).
Woke from a dead sleep and I just had to write it down lol
Enjoy !! (:
Evangeline Mar 3
With the flicker of your wrist, pen live at hand.
Academia once again applauds and stands
The ovation unawaited, unexpected, Unabated, unresisted,
As the world before your knees bends.

The gray shroud of insecurity is tormenting  you,
Coalescing with the muse that gives you life
You’re duality,
You are human and then monster,
Nothing more than rampant beauty in your lines.

Appreciated never were you while you could be,
Torrid romance brought you happiness and strife.
Yet, you never stopped for death although he kindly did for you,
And felt a funeral in your brain come back alive.

You tell the truth, although a bit slant,  to succeed,
Your life has stood - a loaded gun straight at your head
And though success is counted sweetest when you least have seen him come,
A man’s entitled to take pride in all he has.

You say your enemy is the demon in your head,
A restless pen and *** of pearly sheets,
The manuscript of a novel never read,
Instead you leave plastered your heart in poetry.
fray narte Dec 2021
like fallen flowers, i am
weary under the subtle noise of a rushing, babbling brook;
a death, quietly scenic
as i go back to dust.
i left my body rotting in a prairie paradise,
here it decays to gray
under the bruised indigo sky.

a ghost writes her poem in silence, in small, made-up synapses,
and the wind sweeps it away.
Karijinbba Oct 2021
One grain left my smile
identical twin of yours
didn't see it's mystery timely
my unwritable wrong
like me friend not foe.
Followers and sweetpie poets
did I ever tell you how I love you
grace, love is my other name.
In whatever bittersweet
circumstance stranger as I am
trustworthy like you I am,
giftedly understanding.
If not too intrusive of me,
find my heart of gold.
for your comfort it beats
for your eyes skips beats
any kindness is measured  
priceless I won't judge you
dear poet friend or covert enemy
take another piece of me but look me in the eye tell me why  I got no clue.
I am only human make mistakes, hardly a poetess a nobody
a mocked hero Mom
a surviving hate crimes fool
blind for love.
A lost and found sad clown
a mess in so many ways,
and all is my fault.
No I don't deserve none
of my ancient benefactors,
shameful defeat is deserved.
Poor Mr. triumph weeps
shivers shricks hides playing
hide and seek to love, to hope
to my intrusive gold
even my last dime.
~~~~~
By; Karijinbba
https://youtu.be/JjI7VeIA7ZI
Onyx Apr 2021
Days folding neatly into weeks that eventually coalesce to months...

Did you miss me?
Did you think of me, seeing the gaping space between us, stretching ever tediously by miles of land and sea between us?
Did you miss the lack of it, where only the mere fabric of our clothes kept our warmth apart from one another?
Does it bother you, not being able to reach out and touch my warmth, being left with grasping yearningly onto thin air when overcome by nostalgia?
Do you take reverie trips when having my garments in your hands, smell my familiar scent to let loose the waves of emotions drown you?
Do you feel the emptiness around you haunt you menacingly and the cold of isolation, despite the warm sunrays bathing your room and kissing your skin?
Do you feel exasperated when hearing me but unable to touch me, feel me and just have me entirely?

I know you do, as do I.

The unpredictability of today and even more so of tomorrow makes the anxious more desperate for reunion, the many torn between inability to come together rave for some sliver of silver lining to get caught even accidentally by their convoluted fate.

Don’t worry, darling. The wait will be over. Soon. Until then, remember me and remember me often as I remember you so fiercely so I can come to you in your dreams, if not in reality, yet.
for those left isolated in the times of pandemic
Angelica Mar 2021
Hello, and welcome to writers FM!
Today I've got loads of gossip for you but first let's check out this new love song by "angelicface".

Story of my love that I could never explain

Rise and shine of words that no one could hear

One day a man from the heaven came
He hold my hands
Knelt down on his knees
Fixed his eyes deep into my gloomy eyes
Our souls got intertwined
He asked humbly, "will you mind if I make you the owner of my heart, life of my love, princess of my feelings and queen of my heaven?"

He asked modestly,
"Will you be my shelter
Will you be my home
Will you be my refuge
Will you be my soul?"


I replied, "I have overcome every obstacle
And dive down into oceans
Just to be with you
Because I belong to you
You are the ultimate reason why I got this life."

The grip of his hands was getting stronger
Tears were rolling down his cheeks
And heart was throbbing in a rhythm

He asked one more time,
"Will you be my shelter
Will you be my home
Will you be my refuge
Will you be my soul?"

I cried and smiled but I replied,
"How to say that I'm all alone
Sky full of magic, earth of stone
I shattered like crystals, heart to soul
Come on, take me home."

He blushed and smiled, stood up and embraced me in between his arms

And at that moment I realized
That soul companions do exist in this world ❤️❤️
©angelicface
Carmen Jane Jan 2021
No one wants to buy a poetry book
Of an unknown poetess
Who does she think she is?
Collecting words on pages
Words that are revealing white spaces
Pages that are meticulously numbered
No one wants to buy a poetry book
That appeared out of the blue
To claim its pages carries poems
Are they good enough?
Perhaps a line, or two...
No one wants to buy a poetry book
What would they find in it?
Dreams unfulfilled or pains that still bleed
No one wants to buy a poetry book
That grew like the freshest blade of grass
Fragile and hidden in the cruel moss
No one wants to buy...
peachguts Dec 2020
wom·an
/ˈwo͝omən/

1. a woman’s issues of god-tier poetry cannot be treated by carving her into more aesthetic form of stanza as defined by an unconscious poet, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of poetry.  

(w) heartsick saints and sinners.
(o) a ballbuster and untarnished empress.
(m) black bouquets and red roses.
(a) bleeding screams and convivial memories.
(n) fixed and broken sanities.

2. angel's darling won't make a woman less than poetry, add and reduce nothing, hades will mixed heaven and hell for persephone and the latter will just smile while mixing your body and your coffin together.

3. warning!!!
"a woman is a dangerous poetry that can destroy your existence in any angle."

(w) 90 degrees to an inclined surface and that will make her ******* poison you.
(o) 160 degrees to a ***** surface and that will make her use your genital ***** as her pen.
(m) **** a+b raised to the power of 2 when a woman is powerful than any numbers written in math textbooks.
(a) let's set aside fuckery and solve the mystery of how queen elizabeth built an empire without a king.
(m) _____(let's leave this blank, for a woman is a mysterious poetry.)

4. a woman is a poetry, add or reduce her stanzas and she will still remain as poetry.
This isn't made to downgrade men
have a nice day, you are a poetry that's loved and appreciated
Traveler Nov 2020
I am not a cog in this machine
As it rolls on mightily

I wield creative deformity
Navigating aimlessly

My passion refined
Primitively divine

My anger rips through my fears
With claws of resentment

My love for life
An immortal hunger

And I’m not getting any younger!
Traveler Tim
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