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Grisha S Dec 2020
Hunting through the woods she would go

She would look at the animals as she heard the river flow

In the night, she hunted,

all kinds of animals –birds who flew or cats who grunted



As quiet as the night, she moved all around the green forest,

And stared at the sun while at rest

The unusual heat made her whole body shiver

Hypnotized by the bright light,

She slowly let down her quiver



The fire of the sun went inside her soul

Her eyes brightened with amber and her body had flown



She once again went into the night,

But now animals saw her with fright

No longer the silent huntress

Now a creature of fire and an immortal goddess



Instead of running, the animals bowed down

The birds took a bark and crafted a crown

The bears build a throne for her of black wood

The lions by her, on their four legs they stood



The moon shone as she was coronated

She turned into a new woman as she incinerated

She sat on the throne with her arms rested on the side

She had now become the Fire in the Night.



-Grisha. S
This is a poem about a talented huntress being rewarded by nature. Read how the fire transforms her into another creature entirely.
Grisha S Nov 2020
Once there was a girl,

Who was often seen with her black dress unfurled

She had no family, no friends, not even a name,

But still, there were many who envied her dark fame



She was many times spotted in the night,

Sitting on a cliff, admiring the moon without a fright

Depressed about her past, sad about her present and future,

Knowing there will be nobody ever,

To her who will nurture



She had a pale face with deep and cold blue eyes,

In those, you could not see any secrets or lies

Away from the people, she roamed in the darkness,

Many said there was another world in which she would ingress



This girl was called by many names-

The Lady of Dark, the Empress of Shadows

As with her aura, she could frighten even the toughest of the foes

But there was one name that donned her a crown,

Though nobody would say it when she was around



For she was the one who ruled the land of no light,

That is why she was called the Queen of Night.



- Grisha. S
This poem is about a girl who possesses no secret or vanity. She is the personification of sadness inside all of us. Does she look the way you expected her to be?
Le Beau Nov 2020
I want to feed her strawberries when her lipsticks red. I want to give her a cucumber then lock her in a room. I want to give her a banana with yogurt then watch her eat her fruit. I want to kiss her lips when their maroon. She wishing many blessings come soon & I'm like it's probably cold outside, u got your tibetan pillow? Was it blue with shattered gold stains! I need to see your diamond peaks so please be a drop top ***** just for me. Women who lay down for a living shouldn't be labeled as competition. You've been my girlfriend wife and queen all my life. I want toxic love because u **** my mind up every time I go to bed because u live in my head.
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Le Beau Nov 2020
Anything belonging came down eventually faster gas home I just kim lull my nonsense other pulled quiver rover saucy toaster us volume was X's & O's you & 🦓
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Samara Nov 2020
daughters of pageant queens
like them you
             want
          me
       to
   be

i come from a broken gallery
on display for
                           no
                               one
                                      to
                                           see
Le Beau Nov 2020
I'm an investor,
I only understand profit
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Le Beau Nov 2020
Silence is the smartest answer
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Le Beau Nov 2020
First I do the math then I talk
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Le Beau Nov 2020
In order to win the jackpot u need to buy a ticket
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