"fierceness" poems
you are the center, the sun in the sky
warming, lighting, guiding those below
you are the core, the hub in the wheel
forming, maintaining, strengthening the circle
you are the earth, the bedrock beneath
supporting, stabilizing, reinforcing our lives
you are the reason for our being, our births, our lives
nurturing, nourishing, caring for our hopes, our dreams
you gather, sort the fruits, roots harvested from the land
tending, stoking, reviving embers smothering in the hearth
your strength transcends your body, your mind, your heart
from the first child, to the last, your love, affection is forever
you cradle, caress, kiss, comforting the child
reassuring, protecting, shooing monsters away
you are the strong, tough, steady woman in our lives
fierceness of a lioness, tender as a kitten, loving her child
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
i would love to be
skinny, pretty with a little
bit of fierceness
but why do i look
as if i wasn’t good enough
never the brainy
nor the beauty
i was always a second
choice, chance,
or even a lead in my life
i never became my own
because people
kept being too good
they kept stepping on
what i do
and they do better
i was an average asian
looking a little bit rosy tan
with a hint of korean spice
by my eyes
who was envied by others
but good-looking eyes didn’t
stand out
because makeup kept
shattering the concept
of natural beauty
we were all being fake
to the society full of hidden truths
they showcased
thin-ass bodies
abused by strict diets
and pressure
full of greed.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
whereas by dark really released,the modern
flame of her indomitable body
uses a careful fierceness. Her lips study
my head gripping for a decision:burn
the terrific fingers which grapple and joke
on my passionate anatomy
oh yes! Large legs pinch,toes choke—
hair-thin strands of magic agony
….by day this lady in her limousine
oozes in fashionable traffic,just
a halfsmile (for society’s sweet sake)
in the not too frail lips almost discussed;
between her and ourselves a nearly-opaque
perfume disinterestedly obscene.
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In the witching hour all is quiet except for the beating sound of two hearts entwined with passion and agony beating more angry by the minute.
Blinded eyes try to pierce through the dark abyss to find sanity in a place of cold nothingness and desolation, as the tortured mind cloudy with regret slowly fades away..
nails claw at blinded eyes longing to see the clouds part and behold, his goddess is there basking in the pale yellowing aura of the moon, as he looks longingly upon her..
skin and curves of perfection soaking up the yellowing, becoming golden upon his slightest gaze.
Knees become burning furnaces of pain and torment as he falls to kneel before her, begging with soundless words of an open mouth for release.
Paralyzed, hungrily devouring as her sightless eyes fall upon her brooding brow trailing down to the blinding stars that become her eyes under the harvest moon.
The wind blows fierce surrounding her in a halo of color plucked dead limbs, trailing off into oblivion.
She gazed upon his visage, her fierceness burning his soul in eternal torment she smirks and glides toward effortlessly slowly,
tantalizingly slow,
causing him great anguish and letting her sadistic humor known to all..
he lashed out and traps her in his iron eyes transfixed on lips so full and soft as crimson color them tricking down her body hungrily eating her perfect curves he kisses her
hard throwing themselves down a bottom less pit entangled in passion he forces her legs apart he slams into her as she drips wet in anticipation..
She moans breathlessly in extract, her ***** like velvet greedily devours his hardened **** of stone repeatedly ****** her innocence, tired bodies continuously fall exhausted.
She tried to flee, but his fires flamed inside hotly he takes her again.
His embrace hard, intense
his iron will dominating her.
Breaking her wild spirit, she gasps as he unleashes a relentless force inside her driving her to the edge of sanity and back again.
Her eyes close for the last time giving into his dominance
she embraced him.
Her wild flaming spirit shattered knowing that as he worships her it is she who is forever a slave of their passionate love,
melding bodies together,
as they fall endlessly in the abyss.
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 9:04 PM UTC
I walked into a sunset that did not belong to me,
Its vivid colours burning across the Mediterranean Sea.
In a fragile, elusive moment of composure
I gazed at the choppy sea moving closer
To the rugged, pebbly, rocky shore
Where I stood alone against the Rock.
The Rock of Gibraltar watched with a smile
As the turbulent Med pulsating with life
Scattered its waves against the strand,
And the sapphire waters kissed the ancient land.
The stormy sea embraced the coast
With fierceness intangible as a ghost.
The air vibrated with a taste of freedom,
With barely audible words of wisdom
That travelled across the centuries
To fill the tangy air with memories.
The voices from the past enveloped the Rock
In an alluringly mythical, protective cloak.
I gathered the strength I drew from the Rock;
Fears discarded, the resolve growing strong,
I walked the Med Steps to the very top
Against a dazzlingly splendid backdrop
Of the breathtaking views of the bay,
Basking in the aura of fears thrown away.
Intoxicated by the beauty, hungry for more,
I was feeling elated to the very core.
The fear of heights temporarily conquered,
The contentment felt almost awkward.
Suddenly, the world seemed a different place:
Offering the nature's graceful embrace.
As the starry night slowly descended,
In my solitude, I felt protected
By the mighty Rock standing tall and grand
Guarding the ancient, immemorial land.
Copyright: Nara Hodge 2018
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
Things often collide within my mind
my vision slurred
your name circles my every thought
Flashes of color
words blurred and laughs echo, echo
My shadow is not my own, it doubles into two
you
you
it's always been you
I fought
but your moves are sly
always
always
in the back of my mind
I won't
forget
forget
that your eyes say more than your mouth ever will
Burned into my memory is the way you smile, with a smirk and underlying affections
your fierceness
your intricate complexion
Things often collide within my mind
I trust
I trust
My body won't forget the sensation of your sway and touch, the way you make it a must
your warmth and fingertips
most of all your lips
I trust my memory
hope for no slips
Stop, play, rewind time
Things often collide within my mind
Static
static is all I hear
your absence is my biggest fear
you not being near
Panic
panic runs through my veins
Stop, play, it's not the same
Leo, lion pure nature of defiant
I was stupid and foolish to try and obtain, knowing lions can never be tame
Distance
distance
my mind screams
but your beauty is intoxicating, you're asphyxiating
I promise
I swear
I'll never not want to be there
Adjectives and verbs, talking about you I never run out of words
I'm saying too much
now's the time to shut up
Stop, play, rewind
Thoughts of you always occupy my mind.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
I remember the first time
that I was called pretty.
I was eight years old.
I remember feeling
a bubble of insecurity
hover around me,
like an ant
under a microscope.
At eight years old,
I had experienced
my very first wave
of expectations of women
in a male dominated society.
I had no idea
that would be the first
of many by the time
I reached womanhood.
I was just a child.
I loved playing in the dirt,
and capturing bull frogs.
I was a girl
who played like a boy.
I never thought I was pretty,
not because I had
low self esteem,
but because
I was eight years old.
I was to young
to have pretty
wrapped up in my identity.
Fast forward
eight more years.
I am sixteen now.
I am no longer
playing in the dirt,
or capturing bull frogs.
I am painting my nails
bright pink,
and dying my hair
every two weeks.
I am trying to be pretty.
I am no longer
feeling the bubble of insecurity.
I am living in it
twenty four seven.
I am always concerned
with how I look,
how I act,
and what I say.
I am a girl
who is no longer a tomboy.
I am just a girl.
I no longer know
who I am,
because I am
not allowed
to be who I am.
I am expected
to sit quietly
in the corner,
straightening my hair,
perfecting my makeup,
so that a boy
who loves my body
can tell me he loves me,
and make me his wife.
Fast forward
4 more years.
I am twenty now.
I am numb
to the insecurity.
I am now expected
to live in a suburb,
raise three kids,
clean the house,
love my husband,
and my white picket fence.
I am just another girl
who is seen as pretty.
I am living a lifeless life.
I am at a crossroads
to either stay down
under the weight
of societies expectations,
or burn my picket fence
right down to the ground.
I am remembering
that tomboy I was
before I was called pretty.
I can either reconnect
with her fierceness,
or hide beyond a mask
of beige concealer.
I can either be a dove,
or I can be a phoenix.
I think
the choice is obvious.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 2:38 AM UTC
"
Storms are beautiful
Even though their fierceness
Shades their inner
beauty
Astraphobia drives those
Who fear
To scramble for
shelter
Ignoring the way
They shape the sky
To decorate it
From the common
Sight of
stars.
"
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
~and for Harlan, who loved this one best~
*"for tandem is the ever-changing, graying color of their fierce attached tenacity"
waking/walking in
careful pacing regular lock steps,
like new cadets, counting cadence,
in perfect silent, almost motionless,
except for the minuscule quivering of
slightly parted moving lips
these two elders,
still now plebes,
freshmen
but of a latter, graduated stage,
demonstrating robustly
the slow shuffle-along,
a well practiced dance conjured
'in tandem'
her arm, crooked in his,
his other hand,
in protective custody of a
knight's armored chain glove
encasing hers,
he, shuffling just,
a precise, intended half-a-beat slower
lest she ever think
that she, ever be a drag upon him
hair, his,
threaded with daily,
new arriving grays,
proudly accepted
as the privilege of
graceful aging
hers,
disguised with periodic outings,
outings for the hidings of life's bookmarks,
conceding nothing ever to
time's lunatic desire to separate them
modest in dress,
styling hints of pasts' elegant,
the man's hat defiant,
daringly jaunty angled,
a small scarf to handbag knotted,
matching his Windsor knotted tie
the passers-by, all smile,
the signal charm of an
end game processional,
thinking so sweet,
yet mine eyes detect more,
something
hardy and radical
a fierce, fierce fierceness,
both fighters in the resistance,
armed with tandem tenacity,
ground given,
but only inches surrendered,
wounds resisted by
scar skin toughened
by the caress of ions bonding
under the pressure
of atomic level mutuality
worn out,
well past Purple Hearts,
no capitulation feared,
to the ever changing,
enemies' new disguises,
they,
a two person platoon,
each,
having the other's back
and I burst into tears on the street,
a train of out loud moans,
even groans emitted,
like a string of perfect pearls
breaking,
clattering on an asphalt terrain
weeping
not
from visions of the inevitable,
sighing
not
from the certitude of a
cycle's uptime ending*
but jealous furious by this reminder delightful,
angry at myself, for having lost so many wasted years,
mine, the loss greatest, for absent was the
fierce tenacity of tandem
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
I was born on a Zodiac cusp
on the 23rd of July 1997.
I am Cancer, The crab.
I am Leo, The Lion.
Sometimes I feel small,
prey to mighty predators.
But I can hide
and I have claws
so please don't try to hurt me.
I am brave, confident and proud.
I roar with fierceness,
but it is nothing, just a sound.
I am strong and fast,
I am the king of thousands.
I am hard-shelled but fierce.
I can hide or I can hunt.
I can crawl or I can run.
I seem small but I am big.
I have a strong jaw and sharp claws
I wear my crown proudly
for I am the king of beasts
but I am far from it.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
These two elements were enemies since dawn
When they fought, the whole world would be warned
As heat met cold, smoke would alight
While they quarreled, the land stood in fright
The Fire had a fierceness to her that the Water could not match
The heat could paralyze you, even the smallest of a scratch
But she would lose her temper whenever she talked
The Water took advantage and would continue to mock
The Water on the other hand was smart and full of wisdom
Her power was so mighty that it could wash away kingdoms
However, how clever she may be, her cowardice was known
The heat burned her when it was shown
Who lost? Who won? No one knows anymore
But we know that they fought a thousand times in the lore
It's a mystery when will they stop
But one thing is final,
While the Water runs cold, the Fire burns hot.
-Grisha. S
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
She holds me with fierceness and fragility
her veneer like old paint on a utility door
so unsure with the internally rendered pain
of a thousand failing days
I will lightly sand those cruel flakes
with smooth care expectant of improvement
and reset the broken hinges she has been
left to hang on, replacing the bolt and lock
so she has full control of who she lets pass
She holds me with fierceness and fragility
longing for alterations not altercations
different times of high hopes holding
within her wearing frame and in that space
you will find me with one ear open
Soothing the doubts of a hundred
internal put downs, that can no longer be
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Strong like a foundation
Rock solid in every way
Her skin is soft as velvet
God built her this very way
She hides most of her fears
Wears all her hats like a boss
She flows against the stream
and is the calm in the chaos
A beautiful mystery to unravel
One layer at at time
Only people close to her
Know the thoughts of her mind
Her eyes show compassion
and fierceness just the same
From the ashes she will rise again
*and Woman is her name*
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:14 PM UTC
do we know whose bold hand proffered the apple?
both languished in paradise, wander and eat,
making love their primary preoccupation...
do we know who named the animals,
the trees and birds and flowers?
when stewardship became dominion..
do we know what knowledge means?
recognizing your ****** seems a small price
to pay for the world of emotion -
lust's sharp intensity,
the fierceness of anger
or a kiss...
do we know the humble serpent
-God's creation- was to blame?
curiosity perhaps, or boredom more likely,
ensconced in a gorgeous garden
living know-nothings
their idle exploration of Eden.
who wrote this story? who made these myths?
what is now an ossified creed was then
a nascent religion; many claiming the one Truth.
beliefs in faith-based fact flourishing -
all the debates on divinity.
the Garden, The Woman, the Snake and the Tree
this account survived, recorded and writ for ages
a myth that may never have happened..
this ancient story lives on to
confirm the sin and
rattle the soul.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
did you know your hair was golden in the sun?
you were the boy king, gentle as the summer air
you found me frail and useless, when i was nothing
yet you, in all your glory, made me something.
your name echoed through all the kingdoms of Greece,
you threatened yet were admired by the greatest of warriors
you roused lustful dreams in the most tender and innocent of nymphs
you were the mighty sentinel of the common stranger
yet you were mine to hold in the dark of night.
i still think about the way your leg dangled as your lyre lulled on,
your languid trails of kisses and starlit whispers
still haunt me the same way your unavoidable fate
crept upon you through your noble triumphs.
i have listened to your speeches like homilies of the faithful
i have memorized the creases on your face of fierceness
i have kissed your war wounds and cried for your pain
and i have read the greatest of legends in the lines of your body.
i could have sworn your battle cries
were as melodious as your lyre songs
and so beautiful they were
that i still hear you sing in the tides of the Aegean seas
you were destined for fame and wondrous glory
to be a story to be told for all time
to have people cheer your name and fall on their knees for you
loss was a feeling foreign to you,
yet the only thing you lost yourself to, in your pride, was love
who knew love could be such a terror?
golden haired triumphant prince
running swift and beautiful with the ocean breeze
nobody could ever catch up:
i had always thought you and i would live forever.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
You say you're happy when she smiles
It brightens up your life
It brings you endless comfort
It gives you sense of peace
She says she'll bet a dime
That if she ever grinned
You'd back away in fear
Or hate her just the same
And when she doesn't plan on fierceness
It comes easily
Not too aggressive, no motivations,
Simply living in the moment
When you say to be happy,
You mean anti-suicide
You mean anti-guilt on your part
You mean anti-blame
And when they fall for it
And praise life
And smile
You walk away
It's a big smear-campaign
They love it when you're down
The light shines stronger on them that way
It's a subconscious conscious thing-
A means for the tonsils to get unhinged
You say do what you wish
The sun will shine in time
You say this with serenity
Though it never reached your vocabulary
You say just be yourself
The world will come to understand
But you say it with conviction
Cause you've never tried it yourself
Face the truth-
From the outside looking in
It's a whole lot better being optimistic
When your soul isn't on the line
Face the truth-
In walking the outcast path
You're not embraced
Only scorned
Face the truth-
One who is one
Knows they can't stray,
Even if they choose
Face the truth-
If you were me and I were you
And you were in my shoes,
Would you smile?
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:32 PM UTC
Heart of pure gold and strongest steel
Embodiment of love made real
Both powerful and gentle are her hands
Much like the feet on which her ground she always stands
Tenderness she does possess
Along with the fierceness of a lioness
And you will never know the extent of her worth
All the days you walk the Earth
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
Goodbye
Disgusting excuse of a friend
A confidant
I used to hold such confidence in,
Now a sickly
Pseudo relationship.
You and I
A Despicable desert dry
Duo
I can't spend another second
At this pathetic pretending
That you can offer anything to anyone
But a narcissistic notion
And a nerve-racking
neuroses of the mind
The universe is out to get you
I curse my oblivious self
I had forgotten you are the single
Cohabiter on Earth
Ah, yes
You are undefeated
At the blame game
I've tried to hold honor in defeat
But, I don't have an ounce of energy left
For your egotistical world
You unhinged
Dark gate
You let your steed of self-obsession
Out to stampede the sincerest hearts
You don't even see the *****
Destruction
You deal out
From your deprived reciprocity
Alcohol, your only ailment
Your **** filled words
Tossed out lament and futile
This is where we go our divided way
I will not claim even a freckle on your face
As a friend
I will not look back
Nostalgia is not necessary
I will detach myself from your
Leach like misery
And I'll slowly build strength back
A blood flow of enraged fierceness
Has circulated through my core
And it will be as if
I never had any bit
Of me
Belonging to you
Friend, now foe
Farewell
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
You are something to miss
the way your eyes say more than your mouth ever will
the way you smile, with a smirk and underlying affections
your fierceness
your intricate complexion
your sway and touch, the way you make it a must
You are something to miss
your warmth and fingertips
most of all your lips
your body around mine
god you don't know how much
how many times
I've craved your touch
You are something to miss
and the way your eyes say more than your mouth ever will.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
You were born with thunder rumbling from between your lips.
Your words were learned to be feared.
the promise of being trapped in the rain was too frightening for anyone to listen.
You were a flower that had begun to wilt,
covered by the shade of those towering above you,
and when they stole the last ray of light,
you learned to become your own sun.
Lightning shown in your golden-brown eyes.
Fierceness and a refusal to take any odds into consideration.
You struck hearts into beating again,
you struck minds into thinking again.
Your soul is a flood raging over hills. You are washing down every crevice of the world;
drowning and sweeping away things that will never measure to your strength.
You are a Californian wildfire.
Beautifully destructive and distinctively fearless.
You are crackling heat in valleys where thirst will never be quenched.
Don't be offended when they turn away,
some people just can't take the heat.
You have grown into a refusal to let the natural disasters inside of you sit still.
You have taken every ounce of nothingness that you felt and turned it into a brewing storm.
We will hear that thunder rolling from your lips this time.
Sonnets were written about your icy smile years before you were born.
Poets know the beauty of a powerful earthquake that could send cities crumbling,
Everyone knows the beauty of a powerful woman that can send worlds crumbling.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
He loved me with the fierceness of a friday night
(Wine, smoke and moving hips)
You loved me with the tenderness of a tuesday morning
(Blinds, sunlight and fingertips)
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
God,
holds you over the pit of hell.
You have offended him,
infinitely.
Sinner!
Suffer,
this fierceness and wrath,
of Alrighty God.
You must suffer,
for,
eternity!
It is,
inexpressible,
inconceivable,
the power of God's anger.
Suffer!
Infinite,
misery.
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
I was a woman of water
A river for a body
to flow like a current.
I was meant only to sweep men off their feet.
But never do anything but slip through their hands.
Used only as something to mop up.
But I found a man made of fire.
That turned my voice into a voice.
It was no longer a trickle.
He took my rocky heartbeat.
And turned it into a heartbeat.
Then one day,
His flames turned into a fingertip.
One that caressed my jawline
And whispered to my riverside cheekbones
Telling me to become an ocean.
To drown.
Have a fierceness of a tidal wave.
To crash anyone who hurts me.
His hand touched me like a hand inside a wishing well
And I grew the size of the Atlantic.
I carried him with me, but his flames came back.
Turning me back into a river
A creek
A puddle
A girl.
I held hands with a campfire
Burnt my skin into submission
And evaporated.
Like I’m supposed to.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
woman.
house of fire and hope
and light.
woman.
canvas where loveliness and
fierceness blend.
woman.
ocean of flowers and life.
garden where all things wonderful grow.
woman.
you.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC