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Karijinbba Aug 2018
Where is my poem
you might
ask?,
everyone tells me
I write too long
and too much
So here is it
LESS
IS MORE!.
Short and sweet
I am getting better
as a less is more poetess
Tianna Jacquez Jul 2018
You are the combination of two bloodlines. Within each other is another combination of two, made from a combination of two, and continuing through... by combinations of two.

Deep through these ancestral roots come attributes that I have acquitted from you; my mother, who came from her mother, who came from her mother, who came from her mother... and so on.
When I was in my mother's belly, I felt the hands of the women of our time, cradling our every move, holding her and I as I slowly grew out of my cocoon. And as my wings began to spread; I realized I have inherited my array of colors, from these women that I have never met.
When my great-great-grandmother passed on from life, her blood continued from her daughter to my grandmother, to my mother, and to I. Here in my veins lie centuries of scars from the women who have created the foundation where I lie. In my bones; I carry a history book of secrets and wisdom from the women of our time

You are the combination of two bloodlines. Within each other is another combination of two, made from a combination of two, and continuing through... by combinations of two.

Not only was my existence possible because of the mothers of life, but contributing to my being as well, is the fathers that came from the lifetimes before I.
I may not be male like you, but still, I carry the braveness on my shoulders that you have passed down to me from you. My strength blossomed before I laid my eyes on this earth for the first time, and in that time came my pride in where my heart resides.
I  was taught that I was a princess, one whose kingdom was the strongest; and even when I fall, I am never down for the longest. The hands of the men of my bloodline reach down, to pull me up when I have tumbled to the ground.
This is the sound of my heartbeat, this is the sound of life.
I came from the men and women from lifetimes of bloodlines."
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
I am a proud Queen
Regally dressed and God-blessed
With my head held high
I may be sensitive, but I am a Queen.
I will carry myself as such and not engage with anyone or anything that harms me. It's beneath a Queen to waste time squabbling with those who loathe her. Why should she give them the time of day? All trolls will get blocked.
You won't pierce me with your negativity.
I'm a proud poetess who keeps getting better at her craft.
Lyn ***
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
My Poetess


Rain fall, close the doors,
Keep us safe inside with the warmth.
Love is found within your flaws.
Dream a dream and it will be yours.


Timeless, try your best;
Do not forget what they all said.
Priceless is the heart inside your chest;
Not many people can truly explain what they feel inside their head.


Curvaceous and ****;
Still I need to find out what hides beneath the skin.
On the outside everybody can see the beauty that I see,
But I want to know every part of you, completely.
What do you hide within?


Take my hand, I need your touch.
Could you be the one with whom I fall deeply into love?
Hoping for a change to lift me up;
A new direction I would take with you, if I could.


A mystery to me, you still remain nameless;
Unknown answers to questions I could never confess.
I find in you the voice of an angel, with Mona Lisa’s smile
And you are wearing Marilyn Monroe’s dress.


The artist would snap his paint brush in two,
After painting your ****,
Because no beauty could compare to
My Poetess.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
kiana Jul 2018
my picket fence
is ablaze
the white paint
begins to flake
as the fire
of my thoughts
uses its flame
to burn me down
plank by plank
theres nothing left
nothing left to hide
there's the burnt house
that I am
doomed from a previous fire
I could not contain
Onyx Jul 2018
whispers usher the buried, regrettable staircases of the ugly past
I dread to climb
fearing the scabs of yesterday to bleed anew.

what unwholesome lies I had strung
the threads of which interlaced with My reality
till I couldn’t tell either apart;
what hues I deceitfully brushed upon the dismal horrors that otherwise were colorless,
those terrors reborn to a novelty akin to Beauty.

blurring the lines between falsity and truth
I wonder now
whether it was merely for some higher justice
or just to hide my ugly self from infamy?
(Part one)
forestfaith Jun 2018
I wonder.
What is poetry in person?
Can I touch it?
Can I feel it?
who is poetry?
a person made of experiences, dreams, nightmares, humour, joy, love, and so much more...
I wonder.
I would want to say Hello.
If I meet it some day I want to say hello.
To say thank you for giving me space to express myself like no other way...
Hello Poetry!
That is what I would say...
Thank God for poetry ahhhhh
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2018
No doubt

You are lucky
Indeed you are

She will care you being a healer
And beautify you being a poetess

And the most interesting
You are searching two individuals

And here,
She holds, the both

Surely, she will make you live
Till eternity

Trust me
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Cells die, Words don't
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