Equivilant poems on Hello Poetry

DMJ Jun 2013

Poetry

I told her she was like poetry, simple yet complex.
it wasn't for her to know but for me to confess.
She was an intricately woven piece of artistry
that made me see what life could be
when you read between the lines
her smile mesmerized and her eyes read my mind
like a good piece her beats simply repeat
and with each step a new rhyme she'd meet
it was as if her entire being was one beautifully written poem
she could show me why the caged bird sings
and shine in a light equivilant to when the sun shine rings
she painted images of goddesses in her shadowy steps
she embodied Isis and Ra while i worshipped her like imhotep
provocative she was the truth exposed
heavenly she could insight the strongest of admirers stares fully clothed
she was a grace, she was a rhythm, she was simply everything
she was simple in her appearance, complex in her soul
interprettable in many ways it just depended on how far she'd let you go
I couldnt place my finger on the line that made me linger
but i knew it was written on her
I wanted to tell her of her majesty before others could corrupt her
So i walked to her and she watched as the wind caught my breath
i wanted to tell her everything but i was silent as death
for she was a performance, a piece that was true to her majesy
I said she was simple and complex, she was my poetry.

Steve Boldin Sep 2010

Rough Love

We enter the room,
the flower wall paper makes me feel funny,
But I ignore the feeling.
We begin to kiss,
Passion and lust start pulsing through my veins,
I cant think straight and my body,
My body,
My body! It feels like a new high!
I rush violently torwards the bed,
Rummaging through a land of stuffed animals.
I arrive, and what I saw, what I saw was glory.
As she laid on the bed,
Sweetly humming a simple innocent melody,
I came closer till I could almost feel her breath.
I laid down next to her,
Filled with this uncontrolable feeling,
I began ripping, tearing her clothes off,
She smiled at me with the oddest expression,
Almost as if to say, "Come get me."
*******.
It is almost as is the sun and the stars were singing the same beautiful melody as she.
And then, then came this new sensation,
She reached up and pulled me down closer,
The pressure built faster and faster,
I began to sweat and quiver!
Nails in my back like a scalpel in flesh.
This it happens.
An eruption equivilant to that of Mt. St. Helens!
Im done.
My body tingles exquisitely.
This girl, this lady, she is missing.
Where could she have gone?
Was this real?
Am I real?
****.

whoever Nov 2011

among the flames

What if there's a fire...
And only two men left
Would it be me that he chose,
Or me he'd second guess
Am i worth a second chance,
Or not even worth a stone
Could i afford a single breath,
Or would that leave me all alone

May i ponder his own being?
His smile, his laugh, his touch.
Or is it still in the making?
A mold no one should touch.
I could offer my hand,
But he said my voice would be enough.
Am i the love of your life,
Or a girl you couldn't get rid of

If i saught out to fight,
With all my might,
Build up steam,
Would the wind ******* over
Because all i could gather
Was equivilant to a leaf?

If i called the call close,
Took some notes,
Changed my plea,
Would it be worth a try,
To find a guy,
Who was no
Different from me?

Could i forget my venialia?
Take a trip through the stars.
With i person i felt worthful.
Had he chose me,
This world would be ours.

May i continue my search,
My nubivagant adventure?
Unaware of what is around me.
Looking for hope in the middle.
Of everything we all knew
Everything that could be.

I took my trip through the stars...
And came out
Empty

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