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Pao May 2018
you are a storm in the sea around you
my words don't express much
but your eyes twinkle in the starlight
heavenly, even the gods are envious of you
your heart of gold beats louder than any lion in the wild

it's all you
it's you whom they want
it's you whom they seek
enticing, your thoughts bigger than your own words
you are celestial  

take your hand in mine
twiddle with my thumb
i'll keep your heart in my palm
i'll keep you warm
safe, even build you a home

a woman sculpted out of ocean waves  
you are celestial
I believe I wrote this in 2016 and I was working on telling a story in poetry. I write poems about my experiences but sometimes it doesn't have to be that way. I wanted to paint a picture to the readers even though what I am writing about has never happened to me. This is for the femme fatale.
Liam Hunter May 2018
Yes,

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.
David May 2018
Until no end,
where there is more unshadowed

Rest can be measurable
Of pierced veils unhallowed.
An eye for an eye,
Leaves one man shy.
With his eye,
He  shall pry
Into the land,
And be hand.
The crown
And gown.
Along with a ring ,
For the rightful king.
A twist to combining the two sayings of ‘an eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind’ and in the land of the blind the one eyed man is king’.
Rahama Apr 2018
My words are like knives;
Most of the time -
They pierce you;
They are the unwanted truths.

My words are like candy;
Some other times -
They are sugary;
They get me what I want.

My words are inspirational;
When the need be -
They are like fire;
They warm up your heart.

My words are powerful;
And influential -
They command respect;
They cannot be ignored.
Yep. I totally wrote a poem about my words lol. Hope you enjoyed this piece.
Tuffy Mutombo Apr 2018
Cold nights bright lights
High flights
Low sights
Loving out of spite
Thirst quenched drunk on ego
She held on and didn’t want to let go
Heart frozen
Numb even when loved
She forgot she was chosen
Ignoring love while chasing wild dreams
Rochelle Domingo Apr 2018
Fallen hints
fall on
hollow skies.
The spiritess
silences your lies.
She's fierce and
follows light within,
illuminating authentic skin.
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