#diverse
I look in your eyes and reminisce of something I once had
now its gone.
a strong grip on whether or not
I still want you.
but....the truth is I'm a lover girl
passions so strong I'd brake all things that'd tell me I'm wrong
...yet when it comes to you I'm lost.. like
this isn't where I belong.
lost.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
Para hablar contigo,
C'est comme parler,
In così tanti,
Diversis linguis.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC
Thyself or Myself.
Selflove or Selfcare.
Eating or consumption.
Redemption or Vindication.
Self-conscious or Self-aware.
Sounds same,
Yet vastly different!
Or might I say diverse?
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 6:13 AM UTC
The melody plays.
Transporting my mind to memories and vast emotions.
Singing the words I know all too well.
Lost in a trance,
My hips start to sway.
Every lyric touching my core,
Pushing out every emotion held in.
Feeling the love of country,
The hate from metal and rock,
Sadness of depressive alternative,
And,
Happiness of every favorite song played.
Bars and choruses played in perfect harmony,
Bass and snare in sync.
Theses are all happening at once.
A mini party of your own accord.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
<~>
People become
prisoners
in diff'rent ways,
lucky ones
free themselves,
exhaling lumps
from their throats,
getting out
of their prisons
sharing their
life experiences
via prose and poetry,
metamorphosing
into,
diverse poets,
ranting...narrating,
gathered in one
common space...like,
Hello Poetry,
a Home
to a huge
republic of letters...
<~>
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
His beloved beauty's leaf
got flown away and one by one
priceless leaves fell of
her tree of life
Lovers hidden treasure loot
Mandrake fertile root
blowing traveler obvolute
to far away strange land route
dragged by passer by deceitul dustiest ever contaminant
wirl-wind devil geek.
Still fertil twigs sacred grow
with green leaf shoots aknew
for the beauty of creation
must contine to amaze
it's infinite divine grace
E.T. maker mine.
~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
07-07-20 revised.
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
.
Smoothly is an utopian dream
and therein lies the troubles,
we are all set upon our paths,
all individual bouncing bubbles.
Each and every one of us
has our own journey to tread,
and the differences in our bodies
are matched by those in our head.
So accept the person you are,
into your being melt and immerse,
ignore smooth, embrace the rough,
revel in the beauty of being diverse.
© Pagan Paul (16/04/20)
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
beautiful Chicago girl,
made of compassion
with an ocean swimming behind
those lake michigan eyes
bloomed from a broken marriage
fighting for a dream
You hold so much in the depths
of that olive skin
as kindness flows in your veins
you, yourself are diverse
burning with a passion that evokes
You are a masterpiece
waiting to be painted
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
Drifting in the folds of a spark you come
as a splash of cold water
in my face. Appears, I underestimated,
how hot those feelings race.
Have I been walking on a path without alarm,
while the forest descends on me?
Do my toes point me to a smile,
peace can never see?
What is this that springs from every breath I take,
as a spark ignites a flame?
Why do I see it shaking hands,
in shades of red the same?
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Not all witches ride a broom
We all don't praise the fated doom
And some of us do have a soul
When did we sing out to the moon
Not every spell needs sacrifice
Sometimes we love to dance and laugh
October's a grand season, yes
We celebrate it like our last
Be careful who you tamper with
You'll hate unfortunate results
My point, of course, in all of this
To tell you that we can be bad
However, know that that's not it
If you met us you might be glad
We can be great and lots of fun
We love to go out for a ball
Don't judge a book by the cover
If you choose to you may feel mauled
Let this be your real reminder
We don't see souls like we see dolls
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Diverse people from diverse land
Different shores with same type of sand
Some seeking approval from others
Some living with their own ifs and whethers
Staying busy in their dreamy land
Ultimately they all wish their life to be grand
Some living up only to take up risks
Hurting each other as they frisk
All willing to run away with no work
May it be a thoughtful manager or even a clerk
Start learning taking up on your mini escapes
Afterall your life is for you to live, not to fake!!
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
POETRY HELPS THIS GARDEN VARIETY HI BRED
TO SUBLIMATE UNMET ****** NEEDS PER ME
WHETHER CASUAL OR INTIMATE -
WORDS HELP RELEASE ANGST
FOISTED UP UNWITTING READER
TO SOW SEED CONNECTION
PERHAPS EVOLVING INTO
A PHYSICAL RAPPORT WITH NATURAL X2C.
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homage to simple pleasures
like health of body, mind n spirit at base
within fit ethereal, dye ****** corporeal being that doth encase
in tandem with unspoilt terrestrial grace
i decided to share three poetic endeavors
for a change of pace
images thee can imagine and trace.
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MOTHER NATURE’S SUPREME DISPLAY ™
A strand of pearls clung to slender tree limbs
bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs
tell tale sign recent cloudburst cleft darkened heavens
rained watery life source liquid
downpour laced branched canopy
awash with molecular droplets
requisite to feed burlesque Vaudeville bluster
exquisite gala performance unrehearsed
unscripted ubiquitous theatrical performance
received limitless encores toward Gaia screenwriter
whose infinite scope
(wrought upon the natural landscape palette)
exceeds the finite abilities of those bipedal **********
human organisms imbued, whose dilettante debut
(dawned these last seconds on clock face of geologic history)
might witness curtain call on their final act.
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MARQUEE MOTIF ™
Neon lights broadcast sold out show of one Matthew Scott
expert stage craft presents quotidian shows without sound
sole audience forcibly revisits this biography performance
private owner lifetime supply of entire stock season tickets
(to one smash box office hit after another improvisational)
lightning speed mime hologram flashes life capsule oeuvre
corpus trials and tribulations indelibly recorded upon spool
sibilant auditory oohs and ahs from vindictive ultimatum
only one take each scene despite personal abysmal reviews
and serious consideration to hire professional management
accompanying actor, director, producer, projectionist writer
kept preserved upon cranial medium - so called gray matter
extant within the guarded and private repository Fort Knox
until the eventual disintegration from cumulative memories
become totally obscured with the thickening fogs of old age
and the curtain comes down on the final act upon mortality!
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Take my passion into consideration,and value
How much love I have for your beauty in grace
How much I love you point is not to argue
Where ever,whenever I see I see just your face
What I have in your image that is worthwhile
Whatever I carry along that is but world treasure
I carry along from mile to mile beautiful smile
You made my love like a wonderful soothsayer
I see God in you You are my beautiful universe
I like your beautiful style, all graces and all charms
I am no more in me you are wonderfully diverse
Please embrace me my love just come in my arms
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
When you want something
Unusual
In pleasure, there can also be pain
Sometimes brutal
There can be denial, or even
Just plain teasing
But that's what happens,
When you've discovered your kink
In an inkling
For some like to be dominated
Others like to be dominator
But in all reality who are we to judge
What makes life wonderful is how
Different we truly are
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
See ma name is Lil t, born female but got pronouns with they and he
Ma big brotha calls me a lil' ****** ma otha brotha calls himself Born2Play with one digit
Nobody talk **** with this 5 foot 4, you mess with me and you out dat door!
I'm a Virgo born in a foreign country, at the age of three flew over the sea
Ma blood is made up of Blue, Yellow and Red. Romanian is one of the 5 Latin languages if y'all dumb squats read
A child of God is what they call me,
I **** skittles when I reach the MTL metro Beaudry
I ain't like those otha chicks,
When I was 17 I realized I didn't like ****
Put two and two togetha,
Adopted rainbow sheep of ma family, had a dream about this hot chick named Gabby
Ima end this rap short and sweet,
I stand proud and tall for Comaneci the great 10 on 10 gymnast athlete
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
Let me successfully navigate the twists and turns of life
Let me be more clear on all aspects of beauty to discern
Let me understand the pain of life on being edge of knife
Let me be honest and straightforward to show my concern
Love is like fire which flares and immediately burns soul
It engulfs heart and pierces to play tricks with the brain
It is what is like a poison pollutes brain and body as whole
It is like thundering and lightening in sheer drizzling rain
Without you I am man of no consequence let it be known
But in your company I am King of my own love universe
Hidden treasures are much more than beauty has shown
My sweetheart I am different but you are totally diverse
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
As diverse as life.
India is a country,
Where life itself
Is filled with life.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
In a clinic, getting treated for amnesia of the soul,
I meet her, by chance and feel a sense of deja vu,
but can't place her properly,from which age do you appear?
you sure are her. Your face is familiar, even after ages,
then you ask me whether I remember; in my brain
solar flair like magnetic energy, light up hidden spaces.
The red poppy design, isn't it a pointer enough?
"The poppy effect.My insignia won't allow to forget
though I too fall in to a forgetfulness described as divine"
In a moment, it happens, I tumble down parting
thick clouds of stardust memories,fleeting, yet haunting,
intoxicating scent of poppies, ***** haze takes me over
youth was the country, we've been banished from long time back,
I destroyed my passport, in an angst, that can never be expressed,
I land on my legs, flying down,before her curious eyes and smile,
interplanetary voyagers, we hardly know what happens to us,
like a poem with images broken as seeds and spawn.
I was the naked man on your bed, the day you came in
under the cover of darkness, made love heartily till the morn,
you mourned aloud, I didn't stop you, no taboo,threatened me,
and you said, would never forget the play of natural instincts.
in many places we met, in some strangers, others as lovers,
each night different, with our bodies regaling in ****** finger play,
we sat opposite, had dinners, joked about blind dates, being swapped,
promised to be in touch soon and properly date, though not compelled,
to find out more about ****** habits and ,decide where to meet.
At the time of a heist, notorious, we meet in a diamond showroom,
you thought I am the kind pin that pulls the string.A mole I suspected
you were, though confident in duping you one more sweet time.
In this world of make believe, you can take me as any avatar you think.
Converging in each other's eyes, we reconcile and forgive. for this life
You whisper, "Ï knew you were a nihilist"Ẃe were, that and more,
exploring the core,till the essence inexplicable, will be clear.
Appreciating a glass of fine wine, we sit opposite,to each other.
we shake hands and I see you off, from an underground station,
to a galaxy, light years away,called Pinwheel, a cosmic spiral,
then, I realize, we don't exist, you , me or whoever think they are,
when we insist, we exist, forget it brother,only eternity, nothing else.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
You know you drive me crazy.
Quite truthfully, doubly,
Because you drove me off the road,
Literally, and figuratively.
I've normally embraced that,
Not literally, because it's abstract,
But this craziness is mad,
In a double meaning.
We were never attached,
Physically or emotionally.
So I'm not sure why I'm so hurt
On the inside, not the outside (for I know)
So I'm guessing something's hidden
In the world and in my soul,
Because I'm not sad that you left
Me and not your own blind ego.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
The great New York metropolitan
stretching its vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating
Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat
Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
The diverse assortment of enrapturing conviction
Is but cacophony to most other than me,
Discord to the passionate,
Defending concepts they find true
Clamor to the indifferent,
Those value peace and human happiness
Above factual correctness
For years they’ve all, with incessant attempts
Given their utmost to indoctrinate me,
The most easily swayed of all—
But I’ve found in the rupturing of the fervent,
All ideology, ethic, doctrine,
And in the serenity of the agreeably pacific
I’ve found faith, hope—I’m sure that’s my own,
Art is by no means meaningless, I find,
Especially so when inherent by human ability
And ascribed to this lyrical poem I’ve crafted
Consisting of what I, by my means, find true
Diverse conviction is beautiful.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC