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The Rogue Poet May 2016
On days like today

weary I lay,

The delicate flower
is how I am portrayed,

I pray & I pray the rain & wind does not ******* away

I brace myself as I sway with roots gripping the grains.

I grip & I fight in hope of a better tomorrow & today

As I feel as I am just along for the ride,

I start to lose faith through hours of the day.

the clusters of ghastly dark clouds begin to separate,

& The rays beaming through the clouds are breathtaking.

With light & warmth I begin to bloom,

& so do the emotions that were gloom.

When I was in doubt my feelings became frayed,

My experiences helped me blossom from The Delicate Flower I was portrayed.

Ashleigh Black Nov 2014
I can feel your delicate hands
slide up and down my spine
just the way I like.

You kiss my neck
and **** on my ear
waiting until I give in a little.

I pull at your hip
and grind while you moan
I'm just so **** happy that you're home.

You lay me on my back
and take off my shirt
and I finally see that smile and I no longer hurt.
We all know what I want right now.
I refuse to surrender my delicate dream
that arrives with each rising moon
words come to play in a new color scheme
like a dance, the rhyme writes the tune
a connection I trust is somewhere made
when I share with the sad and reclusive awake
how the Sun is alive when observed from the shade
what a difference a thought can make
you've left
delicate scars
i'm forever yours

Spencer Arndt May 23
April showers — in May
The flowers cannot breathe
I cannot breathe
Rest easy
These tears run down my cheek
What a disastrous — delicate day
Alya Adzkia Sep 2018
I never knew
that the sound of those raindrops
on my window
the scent of wet soil
after rain
the melodies of these songs
on my spotify playlist
could remind me of you

remind me of the sound of
your lovely laughter
remind me of the scent of
your sweet perfume
remind me of the sound of
your sleepy voice

— I never knew
that missing you
could be this tough.
tu me manques.
September Roses Feb 2018
Brighter than the blinding flares of the sun, shimmering outward with power of thousands of stars
yet comforting
yet soft.
Filled with oceans crashing and wild, turning over ships, rushing under a powerful storm.
yet still
yet calm.
Filled with wonder and curiosity, yearning for the unknown, desperate for enlightenment
yet wise
yet content.
Eyes so wide, so deep, filled with delicate roses, the power of mighty warriors, elegant as the flowing dress of Venus, filled with souls of thousands, with passion, with yearning, with desire.
Filled with beauty
Filled with you.
Semihten5 May 17
I am not the problem
You are not the problem

We are problem
Amber Robbins Mar 2014
Oh! How I wish I could soar the sky!

The wilderness beneath me,

With that screaming banshee.

If she wishes to foretell my death,

She should soon see,

That if I die,

I will soar on the delicate wings of a
Written January 11, 2012
Nylee Nov 2017
I walk on a thin wire
of this very delicate life
right above my grave.
a slight imbalance and
death waiting down
like a cozy bed
for me
to fall.
I see faces, i see flowers
on loose pages,
it smiles at me
from a crumpled paper.
this is how i paint the room blue.

I find my delicate side,
i stay in a shipwreck
yet i stay alive,
you might understand
why i put it all on paper,
This is the way i paint the room blue.

You lost something you held
for too long,
It's not your fault anymore
if she'd knew better,
she knew better
she won't leave the embers,
this is how you paint the room blue.

You don't have to close your door,
and let your curtain down
let me stay to tell you,
the moon starts to be whole again
the ghost won't jump out behind,
i see the world in you,
this is how we paint the room blue.
sunflower May 2018
You're this one whole world,
created by my poetic imagination.
An ode to love,
A sound so sweet.
You're a delicate soul,
a sunset to all.
They said angels boast ethereal vigor ,
and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
You are one of these many seed,
you grow within my heart.
You bloom like a wildflower,
in a field of ethereal road.
And for once,
I will not pick this wildflower,
as I want it to bloom in my heart forever.
For when I was scrolling through picturequotes and found this very beautiful quote by Virgil and it says, 'Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.' I could only think of a person. It's you.

ㅡ n.s
kevin hamilton Oct 2018
rose and grey
was the bathroom mirror
i heard your voice
over the ambience
and a picture of dread
returned to me
but there was nothing
you could have done

tell me when
a nightmare is enough
to keep you wide awake
i know myself
cursed is the guilty one
forced to face
a life that never ends
Natalie Oct 2018
maybe it’s just me

maybe it’s just my way of finding an out

an out because

I’m afraid

afraid that my delicate heart

that’s being held in his




is going to


break beyond repair

and then

I will have

no one


I will

have nothing


for the pieces of


that were once so alive

for him
I always manage to convince myself out of having feelings for someone, no matter the severity of those feelings. I don't know why I do it, sometimes my heart has a mind of its own
kaycee Feb 6
As I gazed across the landscape,
Tears came to my eyes.
I felt so liberated
Yet so miniscule
Under the sky.
This sky that softly blankets
All the treasures of the earth
Like the arch that stood before me
It’s stood through weather’s worst.
Then, I couldn’t help but think.
This arch was a symbol—
It symbolizes strength
Strength to let myself be free.
This arch is bound by no one
It stands tall on its own
Others call it “Delicate”
But it’s the opposite
Its not been overthrown
This arch is not crippled
Not by fear of what man thinks
But instead has become an attraction
That every man wants to see
So, although this arch looks fragile,
It has power beyond compare
I am also misunderstood
But will overcome my snares.
English Jam Feb 2018
The eyes of a supernova seeping into mine
So harsh, so hot, but so soft, so loving
Passionate but patient
So much in so few
It’s so warm

Cheeky grins and burning desire taunt me
So painful, so explosive but so comforting, so alluring
Painstaking but playful
Ablaze though we’re scared
It’s extraordinary

There’s no words to match this melodic image
So sweaty, so intense but so quiet, so calm
Dreamy but real
Like a fantasy
It’s blissful

The sensation of fire melting to stardust
Embrace it, taste it, love it, feel it
Crafted and delicate
Two stars colliding
His pulsating heartbeat needs me
My longing kiss needs him

He’s my lover boy
And I’m his
It’s so warm
I have run the race
I have finished the course
I have paid a classic price
Now the prize, a delicate angel,
In my hands in bold gold!

Oh! What a diadem of glory
In my hand at eventide
Rushing in a morning dawn
With armada of royal rainbows
Arching my violet sky
On wings of glory in glory!
delicatefractal Feb 2018
Flashing warmth and faded light
//tell me I'm beautiful
sleeping softly in your arms\

"There is no quicker way to destroy someone than to isolate them."

Well-kept and unclaimed,
preserve the illusion
that to live in excess equals control
and control is safety
of never fearing change

Control is love and love is fear
You know someone well enough
to cut them deep
once you realize
you won't be able to keep them.

Flash them warmth and re-make their home into your faded light
grounded in affection
Which tastes
Yet again
Of fear.

"Enough is enough,"
but that won't stop the hold
The cold fingers grasping for fire
stripping bare the soul--
But hands can't bear
The Burden
And I can see
More light has drained from your eyes.

Fading light, fading warmth
Let us anchor our fates in each others' existence
sharpening the blame
Which soon will be used
To carve our hearts.

"The only way through is forward"
But i say
Take aim
****** deep,
With force enough to dislodge
Everything you no longer can keep
The only way through is through.

Enough wasn't enough.

There is no quicker more effective way
to destroy each other than fear

The illusion of knowing someone,
preserved well enough
to poison them
for the burden of their existence

Time, as a symptom
Of innocence
Of vanity
Spent sharpening your release:

"You're so beautiful"
"My sweet prince"
"Delicate Flower"

and finally:

"Why would I ever want to speak to you again?"

an oldie but **** i forgot how good this was
Fearless Mar 25
true love's kiss a wishful thing
like the delicateness of a butterfly wing
you make me weak in my stupid knees
'cause you scare me as much as a horde of bees
my love for you is purest white
but when you draw near, I take flight
I timidly tried to give you my heart
but you sat and laughed as you tore it apart
the lesson I hope you all learn from my mess
Be brave! Have courage! True love is fearless!
Alyssa Underwood Feb 2016
I'm kin to the caterpillar
hidden within seasonal sac
awaiting destined identity
tucked tightly into darkness
this secret, inscrutable place

Does it know it will become
a delicate creature of beauty?
Does it know it will soon fly?

I wonder...

do I?
SøułSurvivør Sep 2015


blue grey clouds
of crushed



embers of
delicate peach
ignite flames
of fuchsia

the orb of
sun burns colors
away to ashes

blown into floes
of white


tiny bird
settles restless
on the



the weathered stones
cries then whispers

the children
who lie within our ribs
to break free
and sing


wears her

sings to
her babes


(C) 9/13/2015
beautiful day rises up
out of the ashes
of a flaming


To a special friend...
... thank you!
ok okay Feb 4
You are too delicate to be loved
Like a flower in the wind
I'm afraid i'll blow all your petals away
Zeleyha Mata Jul 2018
You call me
She, Her, Daughter, Girl
You speak with a blind mouth,
Look at me, see me
She isn't me,
Only a fantasy that you clutch till your knuckles grow pale.
I am not broken, I am free
But you hide behind a veil
Afraid to finally let go of...

Long hair, Lipstick, Lace dress
You question each time I show you my truth,
"Are you trying to hide your femininity?"
No, my femininity is simply not my definition.
Spend a day in my skin, in my cage,
And don't cry when the words start to pierce you like daggers,
Shhhh... Stay silent, don't worry, it's just a phase.
Now do you see that "She" just doesn't make sense?
You speak to me but your voice seems distant,
Bouncing off of me and echoing
Like I am the hollow statue of the girl you used to see.
"I am right in front of you, you know"
But my words are only heard when they come from her lips.
Do you see me now?

Mother, Children, Wife, Woman
A silent prayer each night for all the things I am not,
Stomach swollen, hair to my waist
The glow of an expecting mother on my face.
Curves, not edges,
Pink, not blue.
Delicate hands grasping the man who stands in my place.
Do you see me now?

Pants swollen, hair to my brow,
Along my jaw,
Down my legs,
Sprouting from my toes.
Do you see me now?
Bulged, Buzzed, Boy
Blood on my sheets, not between my legs
Stained by the girl who lies in her place
Fresh coat of gel and cologne,
Swirls of shaving cream.
Bare chest, Burning skin
Twitch of an Adam's apple when breath comes short,
Nervous fidgets with a tie,
tick tock,
"Pick me up at eight"
"Treat her right" "I will sir"
"Will you be my..."
"You're going to be a father!"
"You are the best daughter we could have asked for"
...."Son" I whispered.
But you didn't hear,
Please tell me
Do you see me now?
Any one who can relate to this but can’t say it, I hope I can be your voice.
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