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Violetempath27 Dec 2019
The moment I saw you I was drawn.
Immediately, I recognized your essences.
The ones you were raised around hadn't notice that all you needed was loving guidance.
You are a light-worker in disguise but not much work have been applied.
Your purpose is to simply bring light.
When will you turn on your brights?
To the siblings I never meant, I wrote this thinking of us, our mother/my father and those that are star seeds, Light-workers, Angel's in disguise.
I love you.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Raise slow
Raise fast
Raise step by step
Reach to love
I'm here
The Moon said
In her shyness

Too fast can be I
Too slow can be you
Let's get together as
Synchronize soul
The Sun replied
In his boldness

Believe me
You were the witness
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Reciprocation
Mike Groves Oct 2017
For One brief moment I found this love
This love that I had heard of
This love that heals all things;

This love that floods my soul
Like the water it finds all of the cracks
It breaks down these things I try to hold
Giving me the strength that my being lacks;

A boldness that drives through bitter cold

A bitter cold that I could keep
The one that my soul longs for, for me
So I can make excuses and stay asleep
But He took that away from me
For one moment I am free.
Nathalie Nov 2018
Your fire is your gift

It calls you to act

With boldness at times

You may be reticent

To do so…

Your fire is that

Flame in your heart

That knows when to

Stir magic and create…

For those that deeply

Feel your warmth

They are changed by

Your spark and blaze

Your glow illuminates

Your shine adorns

Your flare expresses

And  when unleashed

Awakens and lights the way

Ivan Brooks Sr Dec 2018
2019 will be the year of the dragon.
Or the battlefield of Saigon.
Choose the former or latter,
Whatever you do,do it better.

In 2019, claim your heart desires.
Work and do whatever it requires.
And Move with complete boldness.
In almost everything,look for goodness.

In 2019, just expect your bounty.
To everyone,live without animosity.
Set your table under the full moon,
Your meal will be ready very soon.

In 2019 , live below the Morongo sky,
Don't sit with a box of napkins and cry.
You can take the path to exuberance,
Choose to dwell in absolute abundance.

In 2019,do away with negativity,
And shun those with toxicity.
To everyone,try to be a friend
Remember,Only help if you can.

In 2019, wish for the best of everything.
Whatever you do ,do stop at nothing.
There'll be some setbacks and frustration,
Just believe that all will come to fruition.  

In 2019, be positive and cheer,
Celebrate with a glass of beer.
In 2019, love yourself the best,
And forget about the rest.

Are you ready?
Kara Jean May 2016
Tantalizing  this animosity
morale is out the door
Lying on the floor
Her boldness shows coldness
Her pain screams in vein
Loosing feeling
grieving is deceiving
as the burn coats her throat
Fake godliness is her IV
Breathing in her mental insanity
I have no faith in my humanity
I'm gone
You will search by dawn
Who is to finds the last trace of her embrace
Satan only grabbing her sin
Pulling her in
Steve Page Nov 2018
We watched and listened
as He prayed.
And we wondered
what it might be like
to speak with Jehovah
as He did.

So we gathered up our courage
and we asked.

And then, smiling,
He told us.
He gave us our prayer.
And, as if for the first time,
it felt real.
It felt like we had permission.
We had an invitation
to call Jehovah 'our Father'
as He did.

I couldn't help but smile
when I thought what the priests would make of this.

Child to Father.
Direct access. Forgiveness
without a priest.
And the simplicity of asking,
of feasting
on the generous Spirit
as He did.

Oh, how I smiled.

And later,
when the others were asleep
I practiced this new boldness
and smiled in a whisper:

"Our Father in heaven,
most holy be your Name.
Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
here on earth
just as in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our sins
just as we forgive those
who sin against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
instead, deliver us from the evil one.
For yours is the kingdom,
the power and the glory
for ever, Amen."

I smiled.
And I slept
as He did.
Closer to grace.
Luke 11
Matthew 6
Sabila Siddiqui Feb 2018
"I don't care if it's a joke in your eyes." She said with no hesitancy and a certain sharpness in her voice. Her softness faded and boldness came over. Her stare was razor sharp as though she could **** someone but it was also disciplined more than impulsive. It wasn't rage, it was fire; fierce and courageous that l hadn't ever seen her dress in. She looked intimidating but strong. She looked daunting but fearless. "There is a limit to jokes, I do joke around and it is fun to a certain point. But there are words and actions I will not tolerate and that is my personal choice. My boundary. I don't care if I love you or if you are my friend. I don't care if you are the closest person to me or the farthest. I will not let your actions or words compromise on my self respect anymore. It is my self value that I stand by. Your actions, words do not define me. The way you treat me does not bring down my worth and neither does it matter to me anymore. I am not a reflection of who you treat me. I know who I am now, I know what I stand by. I am not afraid of losing you or afraid to be seen as a person who overreacts" She stepped in closer, sending a shiver down their spine. "This is my self respect, value, and boundary - accept it or leave"
Jenish Dec 2019
O Hearts of elegant softness
O Souls of tranquil calmness
O Minds of charming fragrance
All resting in peace in silence
I, kissing the air in every breath,
Living on your impressions till death.

O Shapes of perfect cuteness
O Traits of extreme boldness
O Words of subtle cognizance
Also went in the wake of silence
I, counting my seconds of life
Waiting to be an impression in life.
روبرت Nov 2018
You're the rose that grew from my concrete
Why a rose?
What about a sunflower?
Roses show beauty; sunflowers show joy
You are inexhaustible joy
Roses are fragile; sunflowers are bold
Your boldness drips like honey from your lips
Roses are elegance; sunflowers radiate
You are exuberance
My light, My vitality, My sunflower
Travis Green Dec 2018
My son is now 18 and I can see the change
in his shifting stance, the boldness and
complexity in his presence, deep dark
diction beneath smoky stained clothes,
scattered cigarettes piled up in *****
ashtrays, ghostly fumes filling the
cold air, as he dashes up the stairs to
his bedroom.  And as I stand in the
kitchen over the stove steaming a
fresh *** of boiled chicken, salad,
and mashed potatoes, I can hear his
smooth slick words echoing across
the room.  The heavy giggles and
sensual thoughts seeping inside his
mind, running game on his main
squeeze like the world was his
majesty, like a crowned creation
falling into submission to his
nation.  I step closer to the stairs
and listen to the soft sounds of Joe’s
song, I Wanna Know, playing in the
background, slow rising beats curling
up in the air towards divine enchantment,
hypnotizing harmonies beyond a bed of
thin sleek sheets.  And as I breathe in the
soothing melodies, I’m forced to remember
the days when I was young, a rich tasteful girl
full of chemistry and flawless formation.  I was
grooving to the spinning jams like it would be
this way forever.  I had forgotten how much
time had passed by, how the waves
of his existence was on a new wavelength,
how the stars in his eyes intensified in
immense shapes, how the shimmering
moon was his light inside his kingdom,
the cosmic space taking him into a new
sea of discoveries.
'Oderint dum metuant. Atreus, Books III–V "De Ira", I, 20, 4.'

They unwrap me like candy
Peeling, stripping flesh and sinew carelessly

Rice paper thin boldness dissolving
Melamine tinged shifting unsettled smiles

I grin back at them sweetly,
Teeth and jaw, bare bone beaming white

They have made me no more but the refreshing whispers of wrappers
Now, I am the nothingness that they cannot destroy
White Rabbit taffy and Polo mints are popular childhood candies in my native Malaysia (and my personal favorites as well). White Rabbits are milk flavored candies wrapped with an edible rice paper layer, the dairy used to make the taffy was contaminated by Melamine during the 2008 Chinese milk scandal; many governments deeming it unsafe for children to consume. The Latin above reads 'Let them hate, so long as they fear'
Gods1son Jul 2019
Almost everything in life comes at a cost
There is a cost for doing right
Including but not limited to;
Sacrificing fun time
Getting laughed at by other folks
Boldness to be different
Trading comfort for a while

Making wrong or no decision
often comes at a cost too
There is a huge conscience fee
Having to work at the appropriate rest time
Loss of self-worth and respect
Maybe loss of fingertips (bitten off)
Suffering the pain of unfulfilment

Pay the most reasonable cost today!
Tyler Feb 2019
The stars' reflections flicker within daring eyes,
The poetics of nature linger within my fleeting guise.

Cigarette lips making me feel like I'm alright,
Begging out the best version of me tonight.

Proudly bringing this moment to it's crisis',
Free in the grasp of golden irises.

Torching the remnants of my minds manuscripts,
Warmer than the feeling I find between your hips.

Forgetting time and just thinking of you and me,
Because by morning I don't know who I'll be.

When I become a prisoner of my own indecision,
And confidence becomes subject to a hundred private derisions.

I'll pry and **** upon words that mean something,
Analyze until they're reduced to sweet nothings.

Meekly **** all traces of nerve and boldness,
Leaving only memory of a temporary indulgence.

That for you will soon hastily forget;
But I will hold as a lovely regret.
Still workshopping this one, any feedback is appreciated!
veritas Jul 2018
i hail from heat, heat
in the heart and in the home, in the head and in the heel of the
sword that swings for both justice and action.
i inherit this love, this life and these virtues like heirlooms.
i inherit this boldness from you
i inherit the air of a highborn lady, while not without the humility of a low born daughter from you
i inherit gentle hands of craft into fists of rage and fire that melt away sorrows from you
i rise and fall, for from you
i breathe.
unspoken it was passed down, and yet it stirs and whispers to me in my bones of
ancient thought and force,
passed down from kin to kin, from one blood to another of
temperance and will
that flow like tradition—
a book written on age-old sandstone pressed eons below the earth,
text mapped in bloodlines over a body, not alone. never fading.
you bid me to rise from dust and ashes into the woman of your forging,
and so with a kiss between my brow for
farewell and fortune
i may live with your light tucked into my heart,
because my inheritance lives within me.
a belated mother's day gift, because i never really know what to give.
Green Eyed Blues Oct 2019
Just thinking about being open to someone makes my body cringe
A harsh tingle curves my spine
And that’s  just the reaction  
To my mind

In real life all traces of attention and focus
Run away from me
And the sides of my eyes tinge black
If boldness was full bodied
I’d be a paper doll
All I can do is change outfits
Maybe add a new do
A nice winter scarf
Your favorite pair of my shoes

Little hints
Of something with dimensions
But nothing more

Rip me up when you start to see
The creases, the wrinkles
Maybe donate me to someone underprivileged
Debbie Lydon Nov 2019
The hour for fervour seems faded,
Yet flickers appear like fireflies in our tenebrous sky,
The farce of our fickle society has invaded,
But minds knowing nature will know hope is nigh.

Injustice ever growing like a tangled ivy,
Weaving our complex prison of mind,
We awake to no passion, no boldness to see,
And we pass eachother on our streets as slaves who are willingly blind.

I didn't ask for this, did you?
Where is the thief of mirth and freedom and bliss?
Who decided to descend the haze and fog no eye can see through?
It wasn't me, it wasn't you, it was us and apathy's kiss.

There are still flashes of redemption in the dark,
And sometimes you will meet those who are themselves the flame,
And sometimes slightly will the fog ascend, just as did the Lark,
And we must no let those who brandish their power make the mind of the Lark tame.
Savannah Mason Dec 2018
As sunlight steals
the night sky
Chasing the moon from its perch
So to does it chase away the
Braveness and boldness
Of a night filled with amber liquid
And the shedding of rules and fears.
Under the moons watch
we became two people
Uninhibited for a moment in time
Daring and bold
Drinking in one of life’s simple pleasures
A kiss
An asking and a telling in that moment
Then as the stars carried our secret into another’s night sky
We were left with the clarity and certainty the sun brings
Reminding us...
Shore up defenses
Remember the rules
For to let guards down
Leaves room for questions
A home for guilt
An exposing of longings
Yet morning to midnight
Both have a story
Written and waiting to be wrote
A reminder light does not exist without darkness
And clarity is to know
There is nothing known
And maybe love lives somewhere in between.
aubrey hill Jan 14
His calloused hands holding my artist’s fingers,
His strong arms wrapped around my fragile body,
His confident stride next to my nervous step,
His wounded eyes staring into my light gaze,
His boldness advancing over to my pure lips,
His jaded heart brought back to life with my tenderness,
His free spirit touching my caged soul,
So many differences,
Yet our love is all the same.
Nnaemeka Mokeme Sep 2018
There is a storm within,
raging inside the head
and the heart cannot
describe or understand it.
The soul lay still and calm,
quietness and tranquility within
bears witness,
the inner conviction
strengthened and
set to win this battle.
There is a multi-choice
to choose from.
Make your move with boldness,
unless the mind really still can't
decide which way to go.
Deep-water horizon is in this
joint venture of the mind
and the spirit.
An escape plan must be hatched
or this would be the last frontier.
That's the funny thing about fate,
it pulls you out powerfully
towards the realm of your destiny.
The choice is now entirely yours
to be the cause of your freedom.
This freedom will get you through
to what you want today,
tomorrow and the future.
Nothing can stop you now.
The most important thing
is to be prepared and ready to
confront and take it back by force.
It has to be done the right way to win.
That's the lifestyle and struggles
of the furious.
Can you feel it within.
The inside of you knows.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
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