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Henessy J Beltre Oct 2018
She is raw like cacao
Carries a smell of cinnamon and honey
Natural brown eumelanin skin
Everyone judges not knowing what's within

Sweet like honey,
She cures any emptiness carried in a man
Mix her with sunshine
And she glows within

Beautiful big brown eyes
No one ever takes the time to notice her
People only falsely label her and lack realization
That she's the most beautiful and radiant brown skinned girl

Sweet like honey
Beautiful brown girl
Never lose your fire
Even when the sun may not shine, you'll still always blind them

- Henessy J. Beltre
a poem to remind all the eumelanin skinned girls, including myself, that true beauty is within. we should not have to change our appearances to fit in to society's meaning of beauty. (© Henessy J. Beltre - 10.11.2018)
Jessica Ford Oct 2018
Oh, the primary color that makes me feel,
How is it you compose me to seem unreal.

The way you make my lips pop,
And how often we make traffic stop.

I think of you when I rage,
Occupying my mind, while on rampage.

The thought of passion brings me to you,
With roses entangled around, if you only knew.

Garnishing my physique in extravagant ways,
That ruby you put on my finger, wow, I must say.

Wrapped around my skin, vibrant as ever
Red, you make me feel oh so clever.

Dominate, what you are perceived to be,
But warmth, is what you bring to me.

Running through my veins, and pumping my heart.
This life you're giving me, please never part.

On, Valentine’s, the day that is ours,
We’ll lay back, and stare up at Mars.

Red, there is no doubt I love you, my body in it all,
You add meaning to my life, and that will never fall.

The End.
Pyrrha Aug 2018
I was doing above and beyond moving on
I wasn't sad when you were gone
I was doing fine pretending you were never mine
I wasn't scared to have you erased

When your eyes that I once described as a pulchritudinous blue
So deep and true they turned the sky green with envy
Stared at me across the room
How was I supposed to forget the lies they failed to hold?

I was happy till you came into my life
I wasn't perfect, but I didn't mind
I was a vibrant color in the spectrum of life
I wasn't meant to turn so dark as I was mixed with you
Escape from captivity pulled off
     when I came of age
boyhood begrudged,
     and bested by brigandage,

but willpower sans declaration
     of independence begot bravery
     against British brutes
     bridging caper (involving collusion)

     to bust loose from cage,
and trappings forcibly to plunder artworks
     and sculpted treasures
     by classical masters

     without causing damage
taught by professional thieves
     requiring minimal equipage
whereat over time footage

sordid memory constantly replayed
     plunder and pillage unwittingly
     fostering getaway
     from hell raising gambits

     planting seed to gauge
optimal instance cut footloose
     cutting dashing Dickensian goniff
     to feign criminal shenanigans
running rampant with militant spunky gangs

     "FAKING" das spies zing
     trumpeting hostage killing
and taking, nonetheless
     swallowing bitter pill

     reeking havoc as honorable image
in order to survive
     within world wide
web of criminals (especially

     an unwelcome foreigner),
     where skills as buccaneer
     really put to test, and tried
maximum lawlessness partaken

     in (dolled up) guise suppressing shied
pitifull looking indigent vagabond
     self away by donning
     "FAKE" whippersnapper
     benefiting getting to sally and ride
always exuding patriotic pride

pleasing ghosts of founding fathers
against their autonomy from
     crown weathering woe be chide
recrimination impossible

     to enforce as bride
of Lady Liberty opened arms for those,
     who made dangerous journey
across avast ocean

     only to confront (whodunit) thuggery
this lifestyle ******, looting,
     and burning WITHOUT choice,
     but guilt aye didst abide.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Retrospective many generations since
     marking birth of a nation
(The United States of America),
     now mecca, sans land of milk and honey
     current president imposed antithetical ration!
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Fog shrouds my body
Inside my mind, diverse worlds
Each vibrant and loud
Too many ideas for too many worlds all speaking at once!
Each are vibrant, alive with potential and so disruptive!
The stresses of being a writer...
Lyn ***
Andreas Simic Apr 2018
Le Madam

She is most like her age

Time having eroded some of her natural beauty

A few warts have appeared here and there in spots

Yet there is this blend of young and old alike melded into one

She has transformed herself from bilingual to multi-lingual

Despite this her character has little changed over a long existence

The night life she relishes still as vibrant as ever

If she was a building one would say she had age and charm

Her busyness belies her serenity

Blessed with a deep history she exudes confidence

Allowing her to grow and prosper

Into whom she is today

Nothing can dampen her spirit it seems

Though sometimes turbulent periods have been had

Through it all a humorist slant developed and enjoyed by many

Her name Montreal

Andreas Simic©
sunprincess Feb 2018
Wow! A beautiful sight to see
Extremely beautiful
New grass, gorgeous and green
This refreshing new grass
Has sprouted up overnight
So vibrant and rich,
What color!
Flow Nov 2017
A light that blurrs a heart that turns, a vibrant thought into a vibrant world
:)
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