#geisha
“oh, my geisha
she has her feet placed
into a geta; a plank
binded with straw to
keep her balance
she makes her face white
with powder and her
lips red with cherry
blossoms
her kimono is always
freshly washed and
the flowers imprinted
on the soft fabric
never fade; making her
all the more entrancing
her hair falls like
curtains when she
takes her pins out;
it always smells
like sunshine
she is not shy to
smile or to laugh
and i think that
makes me like
her even more
oh, my geisha
she will never be
promised to
another man.”
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC
Someone said: ''they're like butterflies at day,
And slowly in the night they fly away.''
A time to bloom for them's the time of night,
When visiting, they do adorn the sight.
To where, to who and how – we do not know,
Except some, who are involved in their show.
With swaying moves and dancing fans they swing,
Accompanied by ancient songs they sing.
Their fan is blooming, fair as the summer-flowers,
Crafted in many dedicated hours.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 8:06 AM UTC
dollop of jet black ink
on a backdrop of white,
framed in almond
soft doe eyes.
lashes that bid me stay.
draw me in,
dionaea muscipula.
everything is a blur
except for your gaze.
i hear music
when our eyes meet.
tease me with your smile.
oh, but i long for you
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
The water's dreamy, slowly flowing
Between the corners of the streets,
Adorned brightly with lantern lights,
While the midnight wind is blowing.
Their moony, rosy brows are glowing,
At the breezing Kyoto nights,
Presenting to many crowds sights
Who're beautiful, while on they're going.
A maiko here, a geisha there,
Fleeting around in the bright moonbeams,
Like sakura petals on a spring-night.
I ask, they are going to where,
Besides just ending up in dreams
With their paints who're red and white?
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Red lips
White paint
hides death
her grace a butterflies wing
life caught in her cold stare of her sting.
All dressed in colours which catch the moons glare
she kisses you like death kisses away the life that fades from sleep
an angel with a bushido blade
cuts away the bamboo which grows with haste
the light fades into a full moon
A butterfly hiding in a tomb
with carnivorous teeth
hiding a song of red bloodied despair
her cold touch ice on skin
catches your heart within sin
The black tea ceremony
of vampiric death or matrimony
if she chooses you for her thrall.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Beauty and elegance does lie
Within each move and act of them,
While passing by each looking eye,
Styled with a flower-diadem
Where each petal shines like a gem
Whenever fondled by moonlight,
Or appearing in-front eyesight,
Decorating the rainy streets,
Where they walk at day and at night,
While this world of them flits and fleets.
This flower-tradition should stay,
Of pure entertainment with smiles,
Who's to History a gateway,
To find the ancient arts and styles,
Or else it will take us much miles
To return to the fleeting past,
Who for a small portion does last
Particularly in their own being
Who's almost replaced by the fast
Roads who are all from past fleeing.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
She's standing there in the beams of the moon,
Listening to the traveling wind's tune.
Surrounded by the wonders of nature,
Walking around in her sweet leisure.
Here is the place where her silk meets the leaves,
Who will never merge even when she leaves.
While the wind carries the past, she does too,
Adding color to history's gray hue.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
On a cloudy Autumn day rain is the weather.
A blossom petal on the wet streets of Gion.
The soothing sounds of Koto in the theater.
A walking Geisha on the wet streets of Gion.
A soft kiss by the wind blows the petal away,
All elegantly through the wet streets of Gion.
The Geisha sings a song to cheer up this sad day,
Sings elegantly through the wet streets of Gion.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
There sits an geisha along
The shore
When will love arrive; the ocean her tears have cried
Awaiting the sound of Orr like arms to paddle through
Melancholy puddle.
Her hair shimmers ebony
Awaiting a love that crosses the sea
Her Wooden sandels no longer echo above gravel and dirt
Awaiting their sound to be replaced. Repeated over and over
Laped by the lapel of rescuing arms.
There she sits alone by the shore
Seducing the tears she has made; praying a love fair and true
The koi of her dream refuses to swim
Alone she waits by an ocean she's made
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
Blood on a show white landscape
Grace of the dancer in silk wrapping
She seduces, sleek and ornamental
Wearing a masterpiece of the sunset
Burnt orange and gold adorns her
My Geisha, my ultimate Queen
With eyes like the sea, she flows like water
She’ll break down my **** without exertion
With her sash of mahogany around her stomach
Binding back her heart and free will
Eventually I will cage this fluttering bird
Steal her and keep her in my guardian walls
With eyes averted she keeps the sake flowing
Giving me a quirk of lips before fleeing
A sigh escapes my wary body
Will my white dove ever follow me home..?
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
*Smooth pale skin that glows
Features like innocent dolls
Silky ebony hair that shines
Waving shimmering stars
Eyebrows that perfectly frames
And enticing Obsidian eyes
Perfectly carved jaw and nose
Velvet lips like Grandifloras
Put on the Kanzashi flowers
Colorful and bright Kimonos
Obi hanging down to ankles
Walk, dance with elegance
Shamisen in her hands
Showers colorful melodies
Such beautiful skills
Purely fetching artisans*
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
A geisha among the thorns
Relinquish from a samurai's sworn
Trap in the night of lustful desire
Dancing through the wild bonfire
Every minute she fails no further
Looking after those scarred warriors
Soft touch angelic she tamed
Knowing every night it would be the same
Never a frown always a smile she gave
The only geisha that will keep me safe
@2014 Maman Screams
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC