#mona
Tell me what you dream of
when sitting in your frame,
you icon, you diva,
you very famous name,
don't you want to leap out and give us all twirl,
displaying to the world your inner party girl,
dressed to the nines and going the extra mile,
a dancing Mona Lisa,
now that would make me smile
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
I am your Mona Lisa I fit the song
understanding a smile behind a maiden depicting inner treasures
of unmeasurable beauty
a Mona Lisa smile I've owned
tempted a lover's innermost aim
hid a broken heart
Yes few lovers entered gates deceitfully projecting inner strife
selfish indulgence at best.
those can't demeanish me
but exolted wiser got me
It's better to love a second
to be misunderstood a lifetime
than not to have loved.
Worst is to pretend to steal
a moment's grace sacred lovers vise
from an innocent seeker of love
I'm careful who I trust to hold
to live is to risk, to love is to win
to loose and to learn
********** for the wise
is eternal sacred bond
*** itself can be animalistic
how I love you is true,
taste of my wild, a twist of fate
sacred secret lover mine.
🌳☕☕
~~~~~
Mr. and Mrs. Andrews
for Karijinbba.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
My photo in my youthgul prime
and even older puts Mona Lisa's painting smile to shame
my lover twin flame of one upon
a time told me I was his venus
the Venus of Urbino a painting he'd bought in honor of me in the Castle
by the sea waiting for me to arrive.
to TwinOaks Blvd which he also built for us twin flames and our children.
nàturally,
I agree since I am polyfacetial of features and all
he also called me Beauty.
I guess he was Beast wish I had told him the famous "I love you"
I am sorry "I will marry you!"
PC was very easy to fall in love with,
he had courage heart brains and purse on top of wisdom intellect
he had charm and grace
fantastic outworldly looks.
he was the love of my life!
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply
08-15-2020
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 5:19 AM UTC
My kind of girl
Understands who she is
Stands for what she believes in
She cannot be broken
No one can belittle her
When trials come her way
She remains unfazed
My kind of girl
Walks with confidence
She exudes excellence
An epitome of elegance
She does due diligence
Being mindful of her intelligence
Because she knows her importance
My kind of girl
Builds her own future
A certified trailblazer
Who utilizes the power within her
To be of good influence
Always on top of her game
Yes, she keeps soaring like an eagle
My kind of girl
Takes charge of her own life
Secures her name in historical archives
For she is no ordinary woman
An extraordinary being
She dares to dream
In the world, she makes a difference
That is my kind of girl
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
i wonder what it would be like to touch lips with the mona lisa,
parchment paper tasting like olives and old wine.
how dare i so much gaze upon those royal crowns
when their value is more than i can name--
sailing ships just to catch her name,
paddling monstrous waters to merely catch her gaze.
freckles on your skin resembling ancient constellations
that i still see to this day,
that made me love those stars that gleamed in her eyes
looking at me as if i'm her prey.
but there's already an arrow in my heart,
i'm begging god to let me fight for her honor
a princess in shining armor.
only ancient when i close my eyes,
you are art amongst the flowers--
please don't float away.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
a mystery to fathom in a famous frame
smiling from canvas with story to tell
oh lady of the portrait oh lady of fame
the painter captured your face so well
those who study art ponder and ruminate
on the enigmatic pose that doth beguile
no brush strokes conveying your mind state
angles inspected of daubed profile
yet the secret stays ever concealed
baffling them all with slightly turned lip
nothing of the puzzle being so revealed
closeted away in an artist's dip
Leonardo da Vinci yielded scant insight
on masterfully shading the subject's light
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
You paint me up with colors
That don’t speak to all my flaws
You airbrush bits of who I am
And look at me in awe
I am your prized possession
Your trophy and your muse
Within me rests your vanity
and things you cannot lose
I used to want a love like this
To shower me in praise
Your flattery is dreary now-
It lacks the warmth I crave
This love it leaves me empty
Like I’m only halfway living
How could you ever be my vessel
If you can’t touch my inner being?
If you can’t trace the patterns of my soul
To the creases in my brow
How could you love me one day
If you can’t truly love me now
See, all I ever wanted
Was someone who would say
“I see through all your brokenness
And still, I choose to stay”
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
You cannot touch her,
Tread quietly,
As she overlooks you with her straightened jaw.
Her proud eyes,
Waiting for the moment when your strength gives in,
And opened up,
She plunges into your depths.
Yes - She has seen you before,
As she carries back out of your darkness,
The little light,
And the moisture that was your love.
She laughs,
Dropping them onto the floor, and
With her own,
More delicate hand,
Reframes herself on the wall.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 8:41 AM UTC
Mona Lisa,
I'd pay
more to see you smile.
I'd love you more
than he ever did.
And
You're not stuck
in the barrier
of your
canvas.
Go on
And
take my hand.
Mona Lisa,
I'd pay
more to see you smile.
I'd smitten you
with color,
Just to see you smile.
...
...
Mona Lisa
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
Mona Lisa, of Louvre,
in simplest words,
an angelic, of beauty.
Her enigmatic smiles,
so mystical, like
bewitching, yet heavenly
as I and you,
felt her, so alive,
left a mystery of,
unrevealed,
Da Vinci's Perfections.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
you were attached to me like art in a museum
you were my mona lisa
and i simply was the plaque underneath
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Faded tree figures loom near,
visible as a smear
on what used to be the Mona Lisa.
The great work of art
goes to waste
as its paint is fingered,
by each person,
like its some sort of photocopy,
covering the masterpiece
with old, dirt, and impurities
that are not naturally occurring on skin.
Leonardo da Vinci would be appalled
at our treatment of his gift,
made to be given to one person,
yet he loved it...
and gave it to us instead.
Now stare once again
at its poor condition.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Nobody knows who Mona Lisa is in reality
Oh Leonardo my love
you need not tell
that I come to see you
invariably in your dreams
reviving our first kiss
No I shall not pronounce the last
each and every painful farewell rhymes
an onomatopoeic verse of please stays
and stay this time Please
I know that you can if
you make it such that
truth belongs to everyone
All as one made of our love
spirit born as You
and I will gaze through
lifetimes and generations long
exchange love to love
be of yours and theirs
there is no difference really
when each look carries the code
of your of my of our
and mirror their
enlightened face.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
A walk back home,
Mother, older in number,
but perfection and love retained.
Father, his usual stringent posture
arched to form a hug.
Sister, her voice resounding happiness,
Translating into dancing, singing, yelling.
Me? Teary eyed. Tears of happiness.
A walk back alone,
Into my cerulean room,
The azure curtains still hang,
Wrinkled from THE night’s frustration.
On the cobalt coverlet still lay,
Tear stains which narrate me a forgotten story.
Hidden inside my teal cupboard,
I find lost love’s fake promises.
Me? Teary eyed. Tears of blues.
A walk in dreams,
At crossroads, I meet an angel.
He asks me to make a wish.
I ask for his heart, in exchange for mine,
He grants my wish with powers divine.
He falls, I catch but the world’s serpentine.
Yet he loves and like a star I shine,
Me? Teary eyed, Tears of rejoice.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:25 AM UTC
I gaze at my reflection
in a gilt picture frame.
She has the slimmest
sliver of a smile painted
on her expressionless face.
Her perfect eyes are so
intense, so empty.
Am I this predictable?
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
I like, can't even
So annoyed like
#bye
I want to die
but I haven't even tried coke
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC