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Seductive Poetry Dec 2020
Be gentle with her. She may be a warrior, but every a warrior needs a safe place to retreat. Behind a queen a strong king to keep her centered. A goddess needs a temple to dwell. Yes she can do this alone, but be the reason she doesn’t have to.

Be gentle with her. Be the quiet place that calms her when her mind is restless. Her battles have left wounds and scars, don’t try to mend these wounds, but give her refuge so they can begin to heal. Treat her like the woman she is, but also the woman she wishes to be.

Be gentle with her. Hold her tight and chase away the demons that haunt her dreams. Support her in her life, her journey, her joys and her struggles. Accept her at her worst so you can see her at her best. Be the one who gives her a reason to show all of herself, to unlock parts of herself that have lain dormant.

Be gentle with her. Lead her with actions when she’s tired of leading herself. Command her with your touch and guide her body with pleasure. Claim her with a look and soft whispers of rough things. Give her a space to let go of everything and experience anything. Be gentle with her, when she needs it, and she will cherish you for that.

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Josephine Wilea Mar 2020
and now
becauseofyoubecauseofyou
all i can write
i can't even write
just
wavescrashingwavescrashing
waves of
c h a o t i c p o e t r y
Amara Numen Dec 2020
Two
it is a chaos
within the line
where the rain comes to vain
the sun still in hiding
and the moon on the high
lie in restlessness
the world in a curved of mourn
i am trying to back
Bobby Dodds Nov 2020
It started out as most things do.
At a distance.
In the back of my mind.
Something to wonder about,
But never define.
Most of the time it's just "hello",
Or "Shalom"
Or "what book"
And their reply.
And, it continued, as most things do,
Way too fast,
And,
Way too soon.
Thinking back now they are a wonder in my thoughts.
About-
What could've been.
If I took the chance of knowing them.
And,
Why do I miss them.
When I've got all but squat.
It's often something I think about. To miss someone I never took the chance of knowing.
To listen to a sort of rain and think about what they're listening too. Or who they're thinking about as well.
After a few years it everything seemed flimsy anyways.
Hope Nov 2020
Thousands.

A fable of freedom and loss is the story that has been told a thousand times. But is that to say that the same words passed between a thousand men a thousand times over a thousand years are worth a thousand times less?

That the meaning is a thousand times lost?
Barely whispers on an open stage.

That if a thousand by a thousand men plant a thousand trees in a thousand meadows the earth would be a thousand by a thousand trees richer, but if a single man were to plant a thousand trees in a thousand meadows the earth would be a one man poorer.

Freedom was a man who never knew his name, he was the man who's story was told over those thousand years and he is the man who is making the earth a thousand by a thousand trees richer.
We never know freedom, until freedom is spoken of to us, and even then it seems like nothing but a fable when all it ever becomes is talk. All it ever remains is talk. And even then when it manifests itself among us, we stand to lose it for good.
Lowkie Nov 2020
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Cross some t's, dot some i's
It's like everyone left without saying their goodbyes
But look at my eyes
Clear as the blue sky
I have no more tears left to cry
Why? Why? Why?
-
Wait, the world just paused for a minute
I tried to smile but everything still feels gloom
Its like I'm trapped in this one room
In this body I am entombed
Resume, everything is fine they assume
-
I had nothing poetic to say
So I came up with this word play
The voices decided to come out and play
A good night sleep they want to delay
Memories of you they want to replay
I'm stuck between fed up and okay
But still praying everything turns out for the better one day
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Lowkie©
Jonathan Moya Nov 2020
I plea for my mother’s spirit
to wait for me before the ascension
because I want to know more
beyond her sun, moon and stars;
for her to show me
the other colors
hidden inside her;
shades my crafted words
can only reflect in broken shards.

She draws me a symbol
for a word only
known to her and God,
a word so complex
I can never remember
how to draw it,
never define it fully
and can only stutter-
a seed stuck
in my throat-
whenever I try
to release its
sounds to the world.
Hazel Nov 2020
I feel empowered
When I see the word resilience
I feel like I can swim again against the waves
When I see the word resilience
I can get back and up land another punch

When I see the word resilience
I see my younger, child self
I go to her and I giver her a hug
I tell her you will get through this
I tell her that he won’t be in your life forever
That she has the most resilience of anyone I know
And onto hang onto that one word cause it will get her through
That one word resilience
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