#wonderwoman - Hello Poetry

In a time, when men were the superheroes, born in an unconventional location, a young girl, unknown to the future she was destined to, was born with a uniqueness unfound in all people, a superpower of empathy and as she grew, the world knew she was imbued as a living embodiment of legends: Athena's wisdom, beauty that surpassed the goddess Aphrodite, conversational skills that made Hermes envious, and strength that Hercules could never attain. As she approached an age, when her parents would trust her to be guardian, her powers manifested. This incredible child was now a woman. With the ability to heal those in need: she could expunge poison that had afflicted a person, even their hearts, a God-given gift for those most sacred; her correspondences exponentially developed, able to connect in all languages, fueled by her empathetic nature, this allowed all who interacted with her to trust her for she radiates sincerity. Now, fully grown, this super-no- This Wonder Woman had retired her duties to save the world, not forsake it, but, to train Wonder Girl, her daughter, to unlock the latent abilities her mother had passed on to her. She still looks up at the Higher Power and realizes her duty to provide the world justice is not over but only beginning. Her holy spirit was not unacknowledged and was gifted a bulletproof bracelet, forged by the most skilled craftsman by direction of all that is wise and healing. Given to her to wear so that nothing could halt her as she continues her fate to provide the world a humanity that could only come from an intrinsically true dear heart.

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May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC

omar-kawash

Ode to Mama

In a time, when men were the superheroes, born in an unconventional location, a young girl, unknown to the future she was destined to, was born with a uniqueness unfound in all people, a superpower of empathy and as she grew, the world knew she was imbued as a living embodiment of legends: Athena's wisdom, beauty that surpassed the goddess Aphrodite, conversational skills that made Hermes envious, and strength that Hercules could never attain. As she approached an age, when her parents would trust her to be guardian, her powers manifested. This incredible child was now a woman. With the ability to heal those in need: she could expunge poison that had afflicted a person, even their hearts, a God-given gift for those most sacred; her correspondences exponentially developed, able to connect in all languages, fueled by her empathetic nature, this allowed all who interacted with her to trust her for she radiates sincerity. Now, fully grown, this super-no- This Wonder Woman had retired her duties to save the world, not forsake it, but, to train Wonder Girl, her daughter, to unlock the latent abilities her mother had passed on to her. She still looks up at the Higher Power and realizes her duty to provide the world justice is not over but only beginning. Her holy spirit was not unacknowledged and was gifted a bulletproof bracelet, forged by the most skilled craftsman by direction of all that is wise and healing. Given to her to wear so that nothing could halt her as she continues her fate to provide the world a humanity that could only come from an intrinsically true dear heart.

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Man, Man has certainly caused too much hurt already, abused every position of power, in every possible way, turned outrageously courageous women into inwardly awkward cowards, how awkward, that Man would attack, the very Ones, that birthed Him, how many wars have woman started, how many drilling expeditions have been led by females, but then again I guess it’s fitting that Men do the drilling, wanting to enter into Mother Earth the Devil’s in the details, see Men always seem to want to enter everything, like a Hermit Crab into a seashell, and I’m a Man so I share the guilt, which is maybe why I don’t feel well, see I am so ashamed, and sometimes I’m embarrassed I even have a ***** I regret so much Collective Man’s past aggressions, like a past life regression I still have visions of my bad decisions, and I’m tired of making bad decisions, heck I’m tired of making any decisions, I’m tired of leading expeditions, I’m tired of going to a beautiful place like a lake, and when I go there all I do is start fishing, why do I have this impulse, to catch beautiful things, to bait them then hook them then take them, why do I find the meaning of life to involve killing? No problems will be solved if they involve, taking the life of a living being that’s not willing… What’s wrong with me, are all Men predators, do all men want to conquer mountains, hook fish and eat steak cooked ****** rare? This blood lust is just fckt I few us with disgust, all this forward progress thinking seems backwards, I mean even this otherwise beautiful blank space here, can’t be left alone without me wanting to add ink black words, well blah blah blah, and hardy ha ha ha, it’s so sad I’ve gone mad but I’m still glad, because the home team’s still winning rah rah rah, got all the trophies, got all the glory, got all the medals, got all the power, all the Women have been laid, all the Beasts have been slayed, all the Money’s been made, all the Players have been paid, I’m the King Don Juan Gansta Baller Man, KDJGBM for short, I got girls at every club, and players on every court, got gold chains, and money wads wrapped in rubber bands, got a flashy car complete with leather trim, it’s fitting when the skin of a cow wraps around the ride that I’m in, given that we’ve killed the Holy Cow to get the cream, because we don’t hold anything sacred anymore, well nothing except for the All Mighty Dollar, made all this money but don’t know what we made it all for, I guess we made more money to make more war, treated our fellow Men as enemies and our fellow Women as ****** I guess absolute power does corrupt absolutely, and at the end of the day really what was it all for, because once we’ve neglected every Woman in our life, and treated wrong every Woman that ever treated us right, and we’re all alone at home dying in our own body with no one by our bedside, who will we run to to nurse us back to health and hold us tight, that’s right, likely a woman, so when will we realize, we can accept them without having to understand them, Women, are meant to be accepted not understood, Men, have done enough bad already it’s time for some good, I know I for one am ready to surrender, let the Women have control, because I no longer trust myself, to keep dear everything we hold, so I open up, I surrender, I let the Feminine in, and I let Love conquer, because, it’s time for some healing, and that’s not going to come from the Masculine, the only way we’ll collectively heal our humanity, is with the Most High power of The Divine Feminine, it is finally time let the lead be taken by Women, Man has certainly caused too much hurt already, abused every position of power, in every possible way, turned outrageously courageous women into inwardly awkward cowards, how awkward, that Man would attack, the very Ones, that birthed Him, how many wars have woman started, how many drilling expeditions have been led by females, but then again I guess it’s fitting that Men do the drilling, wanting to enter into Mother Earth the Devil’s in the details… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC

aaronlalux

Wonder Woman

Man, Man has certainly caused too much hurt already, abused every position of power, in every possible way, turned outrageously courageous women into inwardly awkward cowards, how awkward, that Man would attack, the very Ones, that birthed Him, how many wars have woman started, how many drilling expeditions have been led by females, but then again I guess it’s fitting that Men do the drilling, wanting to enter into Mother Earth the Devil’s in the details, see Men always seem to want to enter everything, like a Hermit Crab into a seashell, and I’m a Man so I share the guilt, which is maybe why I don’t feel well, see I am so ashamed, and sometimes I’m embarrassed I even have a ***** I regret so much Collective Man’s past aggressions, like a past life regression I still have visions of my bad decisions, and I’m tired of making bad decisions, heck I’m tired of making any decisions, I’m tired of leading expeditions, I’m tired of going to a beautiful place like a lake, and when I go there all I do is start fishing, why do I have this impulse, to catch beautiful things, to bait them then hook them then take them, why do I find the meaning of life to involve killing? No problems will be solved if they involve, taking the life of a living being that’s not willing… What’s wrong with me, are all Men predators, do all men want to conquer mountains, hook fish and eat steak cooked ****** rare? This blood lust is just fckt I few us with disgust, all this forward progress thinking seems backwards, I mean even this otherwise beautiful blank space here, can’t be left alone without me wanting to add ink black words, well blah blah blah, and hardy ha ha ha, it’s so sad I’ve gone mad but I’m still glad, because the home team’s still winning rah rah rah, got all the trophies, got all the glory, got all the medals, got all the power, all the Women have been laid, all the Beasts have been slayed, all the Money’s been made, all the Players have been paid, I’m the King Don Juan Gansta Baller Man, KDJGBM for short, I got girls at every club, and players on every court, got gold chains, and money wads wrapped in rubber bands, got a flashy car complete with leather trim, it’s fitting when the skin of a cow wraps around the ride that I’m in, given that we’ve killed the Holy Cow to get the cream, because we don’t hold anything sacred anymore, well nothing except for the All Mighty Dollar, made all this money but don’t know what we made it all for, I guess we made more money to make more war, treated our fellow Men as enemies and our fellow Women as ****** I guess absolute power does corrupt absolutely, and at the end of the day really what was it all for, because once we’ve neglected every Woman in our life, and treated wrong every Woman that ever treated us right, and we’re all alone at home dying in our own body with no one by our bedside, who will we run to to nurse us back to health and hold us tight, that’s right, likely a woman, so when will we realize, we can accept them without having to understand them, Women, are meant to be accepted not understood, Men, have done enough bad already it’s time for some good, I know I for one am ready to surrender, let the Women have control, because I no longer trust myself, to keep dear everything we hold, so I open up, I surrender, I let the Feminine in, and I let Love conquer, because, it’s time for some healing, and that’s not going to come from the Masculine, the only way we’ll collectively heal our humanity, is with the Most High power of The Divine Feminine, it is finally time let the lead be taken by Women, Man has certainly caused too much hurt already, abused every position of power, in every possible way, turned outrageously courageous women into inwardly awkward cowards, how awkward, that Man would attack, the very Ones, that birthed Him, how many wars have woman started, how many drilling expeditions have been led by females, but then again I guess it’s fitting that Men do the drilling, wanting to enter into Mother Earth the Devil’s in the details… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ The New Book Is FREE Here: https://www.scribd.com/document/367036005/The-Sydney-Sessions-12-Steps

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She is one of the angel who is sent from above, She has the biggest heart in every terms of love. That's why she's rare, not like any other There's none so devotional as that of 'Mother', Her love is something that no one can explain, It is made of endless love, sacrifice and pain. Her power is super, how can she do it all? She has all solutions for my problems - big or small. She will be the one who will stand everywhere, In every situation, when no one else will be there. She makes me feel so good, safe and sound, When she is there with me around. She is the reason everyday I smile, For me, she can run for a mile. She's so pretty and versatile, For doing everything she has her own style. It's so difficult to understand what she thinks, Her heart is soft as pink. Words are less to describe her behavior, She's my world, she's my savior. Thank you God for this precious gift, I Promise that I will always uplift.

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May 8, 2021

May 8, 2021 at 2:57 PM UTC

thevisheshsingh

WONDER WOMAN

She is one of the angel who is sent from above, She has the biggest heart in every terms of love. That's why she's rare, not like any other There's none so devotional as that of 'Mother', Her love is something that no one can explain, It is made of endless love, sacrifice and pain. Her power is super, how can she do it all? She has all solutions for my problems - big or small. She will be the one who will stand everywhere, In every situation, when no one else will be there. She makes me feel so good, safe and sound, When she is there with me around. She is the reason everyday I smile, For me, she can run for a mile. She's so pretty and versatile, For doing everything she has her own style. It's so difficult to understand what she thinks, Her heart is soft as pink. Words are less to describe her behavior, She's my world, she's my savior. Thank you God for this precious gift, I Promise that I will always uplift.

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i. I once knew a girl who wore jeans with ripped holes not a cape, but scraped knees she didn’t believe in smoke signals, instead wrote in the margins of the paper but each time I wanted to drown, she taught me how to swim. ii. She slouched when she walked and had mousy brown hair without pearly white teeth or a figure 8 but when she smiled, my God, was she beautiful. iii. My mother always told me that when I grow up, I could be whatever I wanted. When I told her I wanted to be Wonderwoman, she laughed and said, “someone is already Wonderwoman,” I didn’t know that someone was you. iv. The next time someone pulls your hair or calls you names, remember that there’s only one you who knows how to save my world.

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC

traycee

wonderwoman

i. I once knew a girl who wore jeans with ripped holes not a cape, but scraped knees she didn’t believe in smoke signals, instead wrote in the margins of the paper but each time I wanted to drown, she taught me how to swim. ii. She slouched when she walked and had mousy brown hair without pearly white teeth or a figure 8 but when she smiled, my God, was she beautiful. iii. My mother always told me that when I grow up, I could be whatever I wanted. When I told her I wanted to be Wonderwoman, she laughed and said, “someone is already Wonderwoman,” I didn’t know that someone was you. iv. The next time someone pulls your hair or calls you names, remember that there’s only one you who knows how to save my world.

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So small but it's beautiful Like a pearl from a seashell So warm hands wrapped under Tiny fingers holding tight Wonderful gift of nature Wonder why it's amazing? Can't express the impression The feeling in mere words or lines The death pain in contractions She had suffered more to gain Now see the smile in her tears That love will never fade away

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Sep 23, 2016

Sep 23, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC

maneomsy

Wonder Woman

So small but it's beautiful Like a pearl from a seashell So warm hands wrapped under Tiny fingers holding tight Wonderful gift of nature Wonder why it's amazing? Can't express the impression The feeling in mere words or lines The death pain in contractions She had suffered more to gain Now see the smile in her tears That love will never fade away

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Ah, her I'll spare her name for the sake of mystery But this feeling that is stirred up is quite real I'm pretty shook, I can't deal Where do I start? Her eyes, of course Eyes as calming as the ocean tides They pull at mine, drawing me in Making me want to be by her side Dark brown, making me melt like brownies Hair like fire Beautifully gleaming in the sunset Wavy curls, waving at my heart Capturing me in a trance Oh, she makes me want to dance That smile More beautiful than the Nile Her laugh is a soothing melody Kissing her lips seems to be my remedy Oh how I wish I could with her To show her how much she is worth Worth more than what she's been told By both young and old Worth more than how men look at her She is a precious keepsake A woman to cherish One to take to the lake And listen to her favorite songs Her whole being is a song A sweet melody that lifts my spirits All day long her.

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Jun 17, 2018

Jun 17, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC

LoganDpoems

her.

Ah, her I'll spare her name for the sake of mystery But this feeling that is stirred up is quite real I'm pretty shook, I can't deal Where do I start? Her eyes, of course Eyes as calming as the ocean tides They pull at mine, drawing me in Making me want to be by her side Dark brown, making me melt like brownies Hair like fire Beautifully gleaming in the sunset Wavy curls, waving at my heart Capturing me in a trance Oh, she makes me want to dance That smile More beautiful than the Nile Her laugh is a soothing melody Kissing her lips seems to be my remedy Oh how I wish I could with her To show her how much she is worth Worth more than what she's been told By both young and old Worth more than how men look at her She is a precious keepsake A woman to cherish One to take to the lake And listen to her favorite songs Her whole being is a song A sweet melody that lifts my spirits All day long her.

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) ~ ( ~ It comes anytime, like a blowing breeze, tenderly caressing, but.....invading; it creeps in, and softens the toughened, this breeze of fragility makes ****** tissues indispensable. some days, a *playful little girl steers a paper boat on a big basin of water,* plays with dogs...watching spiders weaving webs, perching birds and butterflies, pretending they are dwarf friends...while munching a red, crisp apple, like snow white.....playful, sleepy, and.....forgiving. on an undaunted mood, wonder woman determinedly crosses her gauntlet-wrapped forearms...to protect loved ones and in so doing, makes possible the impossible, come hell or high water some days, a blend of all three occurs, but, the child and the brave, try to rule over the fragile...me, every day.....is an adventure... Sally ©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan August 26, 2020

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Sep 7, 2020

Sep 7, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC

sally-a-bayan

A Blowing Breeze

) ~ ( ~ It comes anytime, like a blowing breeze, tenderly caressing, but.....invading; it creeps in, and softens the toughened, this breeze of fragility makes ****** tissues indispensable. some days, a *playful little girl steers a paper boat on a big basin of water,* plays with dogs...watching spiders weaving webs, perching birds and butterflies, pretending they are dwarf friends...while munching a red, crisp apple, like snow white.....playful, sleepy, and.....forgiving. on an undaunted mood, wonder woman determinedly crosses her gauntlet-wrapped forearms...to protect loved ones and in so doing, makes possible the impossible, come hell or high water some days, a blend of all three occurs, but, the child and the brave, try to rule over the fragile...me, every day.....is an adventure... Sally ©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan August 26, 2020

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Red, is the colour of Love. Red, is the colour of courage. Red, is the colour of strength. Red, is the colour of bravery. But then why does the red colour on my jeans, has to stop me ? Why, every month do girls need to question their potential ? Why can't I say the word 'PERIODS' in public? I'm afraid all the while, This word has to be in hushed tones, in 'whispers', so that I 'stay free' of the whispers behind my back. I need to carry sofy, so that I stay confident and comfy. When my emotions have to be concealed behind the four walls, But every night, I fear that the wind would silently come while I'm asleep. And would laugh and chatter with the trees about me insecurities. I know that my periods are my strength. My periods don't cage me because I am a bird set free. I am the Lady Bhagirath, For I resurrect the sacred red river, once, every month. Now I go out more easily when on my periods, rather than staying at home and now I walk with pride. Now I don't bring my pads wrapped in the black bags because I am not ashamed of carrying them . I was Daddy's Little Prince who's now become a Wonder Woman. So I tell every girl to walk with pride, Not because they say 'Chin up princess or the crown slips' But because I say 'Keep your head held high wonder woman or you won't be able to fly.

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Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC

Kirangoswami

My Red Stains

Red, is the colour of Love. Red, is the colour of courage. Red, is the colour of strength. Red, is the colour of bravery. But then why does the red colour on my jeans, has to stop me ? Why, every month do girls need to question their potential ? Why can't I say the word 'PERIODS' in public? I'm afraid all the while, This word has to be in hushed tones, in 'whispers', so that I 'stay free' of the whispers behind my back. I need to carry sofy, so that I stay confident and comfy. When my emotions have to be concealed behind the four walls, But every night, I fear that the wind would silently come while I'm asleep. And would laugh and chatter with the trees about me insecurities. I know that my periods are my strength. My periods don't cage me because I am a bird set free. I am the Lady Bhagirath, For I resurrect the sacred red river, once, every month. Now I go out more easily when on my periods, rather than staying at home and now I walk with pride. Now I don't bring my pads wrapped in the black bags because I am not ashamed of carrying them . I was Daddy's Little Prince who's now become a Wonder Woman. So I tell every girl to walk with pride, Not because they say 'Chin up princess or the crown slips' But because I say 'Keep your head held high wonder woman or you won't be able to fly.

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Saw Wonder Woman. I am really gay for my love, Diana Prince.

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC