"geisha" poems - Hello Poetry

The cherry blossoms, pink and luscious, in full bloom. Below the koi fish swim round, round in circles. The sun reflects off silk kimonos with a shine radiant, dazzling, With red lips against painted white skin, blindingly beautiful. A walk like unraveling ribbon, And hair like ink, bound tightly a few strands bound for escape. Untouched skin tainted by stares, clipped wings useless for an escape, Freedom comes in the hope of riding a cherry blossom, swelling in bloom. The leaves swirl to the ground, spiraling in nature’s ribbon. The glares of tigers ********** her, kimono falling to her feet in circles, Eyes of blue, green, never turning away, trapping those beautiful, The nature of a hidden world, shaming and stunning, confining yet so dazzling. The snap of the gold-trimmed fan weaving in and out, dazzling The crowd with effortless twists and turns; clenched tightly, no room for escape. A dance of untamed water in a disturbingly beautiful Unity of desire and fright. A young bud not on the verge of bloom Thrown into a crowd of tigers to be spun in uncontrollable circles And entrapped by the unflinching gazes in silk ribbon. The game is simple: mesmerize a pack with grace of ribbon, Attend engagements that ask for a dance, tea pouring, but never dazzling That pure smile too brightly. Fool the ***** tigers to follow in circles, But never trust a tiger that promises a chance of escape. Never fall for love’s first bloom, Never become the next to lose the light. Stay pure and stay beautiful. A kimono is only as pure and as beautiful As the woman underneath. By cutting the ribbon Of virginity by a friendly lamb, instead of tiger’s bidding for the bloom, Only leads to the fall of a shooting star, gracing the sky with its dazzling Beauty, and the hope and wish of an everlasting escape Is crushed by the weight of a soapy rag, washing away the hope in circles. Though the pain of the cage binds the mind in endless circles, Though tigers ignored the aching backs and blistered feet, staring at only the beautiful, It is better, safer to stay in the hidden world, banishing all thoughts of an escape. Keep the tigers in a tight ribbon, Stay young, fresh, never letting the mind wander away from dazzling, And never fall like a cherry blossom after its first bloom. A walk like unraveling ribbon, The sun reflects off the silk kimono with a shine that never ceases from dazzling, And forever watching the cherry blossoms, pink and luscious, fall in full bloom.

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC

lydia-solkov

The Geisha

The cherry blossoms, pink and luscious, in full bloom. Below the koi fish swim round, round in circles. The sun reflects off silk kimonos with a shine radiant, dazzling, With red lips against painted white skin, blindingly beautiful. A walk like unraveling ribbon, And hair like ink, bound tightly a few strands bound for escape. Untouched skin tainted by stares, clipped wings useless for an escape, Freedom comes in the hope of riding a cherry blossom, swelling in bloom. The leaves swirl to the ground, spiraling in nature’s ribbon. The glares of tigers ********** her, kimono falling to her feet in circles, Eyes of blue, green, never turning away, trapping those beautiful, The nature of a hidden world, shaming and stunning, confining yet so dazzling. The snap of the gold-trimmed fan weaving in and out, dazzling The crowd with effortless twists and turns; clenched tightly, no room for escape. A dance of untamed water in a disturbingly beautiful Unity of desire and fright. A young bud not on the verge of bloom Thrown into a crowd of tigers to be spun in uncontrollable circles And entrapped by the unflinching gazes in silk ribbon. The game is simple: mesmerize a pack with grace of ribbon, Attend engagements that ask for a dance, tea pouring, but never dazzling That pure smile too brightly. Fool the ***** tigers to follow in circles, But never trust a tiger that promises a chance of escape. Never fall for love’s first bloom, Never become the next to lose the light. Stay pure and stay beautiful. A kimono is only as pure and as beautiful As the woman underneath. By cutting the ribbon Of virginity by a friendly lamb, instead of tiger’s bidding for the bloom, Only leads to the fall of a shooting star, gracing the sky with its dazzling Beauty, and the hope and wish of an everlasting escape Is crushed by the weight of a soapy rag, washing away the hope in circles. Though the pain of the cage binds the mind in endless circles, Though tigers ignored the aching backs and blistered feet, staring at only the beautiful, It is better, safer to stay in the hidden world, banishing all thoughts of an escape. Keep the tigers in a tight ribbon, Stay young, fresh, never letting the mind wander away from dazzling, And never fall like a cherry blossom after its first bloom. A walk like unraveling ribbon, The sun reflects off the silk kimono with a shine that never ceases from dazzling, And forever watching the cherry blossoms, pink and luscious, fall in full bloom.