"godess" poems
Denim clad godess, smoke machine chariot. Your livelihood is my breath, Take me to your place of solace where I can feel the suns rays emanate from my chest.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
She let my hand lay in hers
as she tapped it firm and rhythmal.
I knew I needed this moment with her,
but could not look her in the eyes.
She started.
You think you don't deserve true love.
I smiled. I'm such a walk-around cliché.
*You put on this act of *** godess
because you feel that's the only way to get male attention.*
Now I just sound like a ***** I'm not that weak.
You think every man will leave.
Boo-hoo, ******* bridget jones's diary
Because he left you.
That hit me.
Suddenly I was crying.
Not just tears, it was crying at its fiercest form.
I was howling,
every gram of pain dripped out of me.
She held me.
I felt clean.
I repeated after her.
Even though I'm afraid of being left alone again
She kept tapping.
I accept myself
I looked at her
and I love myself
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
To be compared to a godess, a golden creature in a shining bodice.
(Is this what girls want?)
to be as fair as aphrodite, grace and beauty and lovers mighty.
(and to be an adulterous back stabber!)
to have athena's dilligence wisdom and intelligence.
(and to be a moody cow who cow who cant take critiscm)
or put hestia to shame, purity kindness a maiden without blame
(a symbol of female submission)
then may your wish come true and have all the blessings of a godess
(most of you already have there curses)
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
On high and in whole looms a glimmering globe
On a mountain of cloud, on her wintery throne
Diana every man has known
From there she casts her ashen glory
Upon my buildings highest storey
From there and paired with stars in tow
She maps the routes and lights the roads
Beyond black trees all sharp and blown
Through feral fields for miles untold
How she bridges their breadth without effort or labor
How I envy pallid plains set all alight beneath her favor
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 9:20 PM UTC
Skin so soft and creamy smooth
I think it's time i make my move
I caress her arm with my finger tips
Leaving fuzzy goosebumps and giggles
I gently kiss the angels neck
I gently kiss her ear
She grabs me and kisses my mouth
with her heavenly lips
Sweet strawberry flavoured lip gloss
The clear kind
The kind that makes her lips
look like i want to **** it right
off of them
So i do
Her top one first
All the way around her supple pink
with my tongue
And then her bottom one
Taking my time til her moist
strawberry is transfered from
her lips to mine
She shows her appreciation
through sighs
with her tongue
Wet strawberry softness
My glossy Godess
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
A very Happy DIWALI
To
All of you
And
Your family.
May godess laxmi
And
Lord ganesha
Bless
You with
Good health
And
Good fortune.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
"My love,
My Sun God,
The beat of my fragile heart,
The crown of my head,
What is inflation?"
asked the wife to her husband.
"My sweetie pie,
My Moon Godess Artemis,
My exotic perfume,
It's simple.
First, when we got married,
You were 36-24-36,
Today you are 48-52-50,
You have everything more than what you had before,
But, your value has become less,
That's INFLATION.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
My Mistress' Eyes Are Everything Beneath The Moon;
The crimsom of her lip is as the shade of blood;
If coal is black, why then her thighs are cream;
If skin be burlap, white silk is her body.
You have never seen masked daisys, black and blue
But she creates blooming poppies on my cheeks,
And no perfume upon the earth compares to her scent
The exhalation of my mistress is as jasmine and honeysuckle.
I hate when she is silent, yet well she thinks,
All other sound is dissonant compared to her voice.
A godess I first saw, as she passed me;
My mistress levitates and glides across the air.
All the horrors of hell, are fine, if her memory remains in my mind.
Her magnificence is selfevident, with words beyond compare.
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 9:26 AM UTC
It's difficult being a godess,
From what she says,
Listening closely to the cries of those afflicted,
Surrounded by pleas and self-acrimony,
And the Ill-nature of things,
Her soul abounds with sympathy,
Her will strikes down her empathy,
Suffering begets compassion,
Be it beast or human fashion,
In the mind of mortals,
It is through these portals,
Redemption is often found.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
It was my first indulgent,
Not quite my requirement.
I did it anyways, even though my heart parted ways.
I got used to it,
I got obsessed and addicted.
I outgrowed and declined every form of forced agreement.
It didn't end there,
For I explored,
More than godess or god.
I didn't have a care in the world,
Of how I'll look,
If they found out about my world.
I'm innocent,
Or maybe I'm not.
I blame this, I blame that, I blame them,
But the fact is I carried on.
They were unable to bring me back,
For I myself had formed a pack.
I finally found my switch,
A hard switch; hard to press,
But it was there.
Now there is no turning back for me,
For the thought of written words,
Is what unlocks my secret door.
The pace was far,
The race was sour.
And today I say,
I guess I have to put up with this aching sensation,
Due to my Obsession and Addiction
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC
all these words you promise
you think your such a godess
really you'll crash like everyone else
when i look at you
i see your secret words you preach
behind the close doors and the sheets
you think your so sneeky
but really your clear as bleach
and your stuck on my skin like a leach
so practice what you preach
and listen to what you teach
please get to walking
down that one way street
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
Colour of a blue eyed newborn's
Iris sneaking itself through
Marshmellow clouds lined
With pink mother-of-pearl
And my admiration.
I want to touch everything.
I work with my hands.
I can build whatever you need,
And am the best tickler
South of the Arctic.
I want to put my fingers through
Anything beautiful I see.
Always looking;
Wanting to touch.
That which begs to be touched
My mind caressing tree limbs
Breathing in celestial counterparts
To weave through this new configuration
Third eye open
Stumbled upon fathomless depths
Unknown
Wide brimmed, wide eyed
Don't sleep, don't sleep
So much yet to soak up
To taste
That which begs to be tasted.
Skin, warm with wanting,
Wet with relief and
Passing contentment.
Lips that uttered
Curses now kiss soft
Fingertips tracing
More love than
Love has ever had.
All is new
To the reborn.
Here are my hands.
They see through me,
Look into you, and rest
Upon the centre of your
Innermost centermost.
An umbilical between
Godess and
Man.
I smile mouthfulls
Of everything.
Hopeful, hope filled
The silver edge to this cloud
Dropping rainbow 3pm's to halo
Around my grinning skull
I am simple in my sobriety
Chrystal cut clear in winter yearning
Seeing the forest finally for the trees
These wonders reaching down out of the darkness
Shedding light on this pale, pale mourning
Nerve tips trace along your dips and curves
Memorizing
Mesmerized
And that baby-eye blue
Is now a full grown heaven
Full of sweet nothings
And nobodys,
Holding only such ideas as
Void and timelessness
In its handless hands.
I watch it with you; arm
Around your doll waist,
Shoulder against your
Head.
It's a new day.
A new, beautiful day.
A new, beautiful, hopeful
Day for us both.
Pots of gold on either end
Of this unimaginary
Rainbow.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
I could be a godess and you
you could be there.
you could watch me drink too much and dance under the moon and her children.
the grass would be wet and cold
my head would be spinning
our hearts would be pounding.
my foot would slip
you could catch me.
and drunk as we are
off youth and cheap beer
we could look at each other
and forget
the hatred we've buried each other in
and the love we swore we left behind
and we could just
move into each other.
but that would only last a second
or a minute
or the night.
when the sun came up
heads would be pounding
and you would be full of regret
and I would be full of sadness
and we'd both go back
to pretending we don't love each other.
so maybe
I'll stay away
and you
you will keep forgetting me.
Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 11:09 PM UTC
the god boy, grows a pace
no longer small, squalling child
now showing a fierce independent streak
that causes pride and fear in equal amounts
it is hard to balance the need to learn
and the need to teach...to protect
we fail the balance regularly
yet are fortunate to have suffered
no great ..... or lasting consequence
his greatest attribute,
our greatest joy
his sunny side up,
the ability to always,
see the best
in everything.....
eventually
as we slow and grey,
he seems brighter,
more intense...
gathering colur into him
only to give it out...
in a argent radience
that is contagious...
in it's beauty
of course,
he has his flaws
my child,
is far from perfect
like his father,
his floor is his wardrobe
and like his mother
he is prone to losing himself
in bookworlds, while mundane
chores await..
but he is both the worst and the best of us
and more importantly
he is himself....forging
and identity and entity
bourne of love and compassion
and honestly
as a mother godess
and as a father god
there is naught more
we could wont
or ask for...
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
You
Oh no you sit
Really
I insist
Infact my whole trajectory supposedly pivots on you taking that seat
And not getting up
I don't know who you are
You have a different chromosomal make up
So were obviously a match
The frequency of my laugh
Moving from my lips is intriguing to you
Your thoughts have created a godess from a human
I wish you wouldn't
Yes the weather is right for a ride
And coconut surprise
But this whole sharade is rather sterile
Boy seeks out girl cause of her chest and the way she sits just so in the nest...
It's all so calculated and conducted like chopan
How bout raw unruly foot in mouth utterances Jackson ******* type splatter
How bout we show our worst cards and see if one is worthy of the good a test to extend the boundaries of our so called yard
How bout we throw up on the first date and skip the second
How bout we call it check mate and shake hands with the aching spirit inside, save a seat for a much
looser rhyme
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Here comes the black;
Wrapped in softer afternoons and distorted visions of God
(Or was it Godess who kissed my tender lips?)
While I waited on Earth to strike my shattered remains.
I was never one to believe in fairy tales,
But the truth is harder to hide
Than the hair from my razor.
What is it I am left with?
Hollowed desires?
Poisoned cognitions?
Absent thoughts?
Always.
There was never any other way to express my love
For the powers that be.
Am I to believe that Nothing really equates
To my existence?
No.
Refusal is my only option.
I love the way I can **** my own reality.
I love the way I can **** yours in my perception.
And mostly,
I want to love you.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:50 AM UTC
we can be like alice
but not like the one in chains
we will be free, freer, freest.
swallow the magic potion,
shrink from the drink that dripped
onto our palms.
your palms will be sweaty and cold pressed to my face-
your eyes are ice, your love is lice
it makes me scratch my head.
we'll be small
but we'll feel twenty thousand feet tall.
we are a leaf of grass.
maybe it's just the change in the weather,
but i want to shrug on your sweater,
and ride your miniature horse until sunrise.
hushed voices are almost screaming
and careful footsteps seem to be running
i'm thinking of the way i used to feel.
*beautiful??
lovely??
a godess??
stunning??*
worth it.
riding those miniature horses
until sunrise
seems to be a waste of time again
because when morning comes
they are always men again,
and i don't want to be small anymore.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
You lay there in her arms,
Under the blankets,
Both of you comfy and warm.
She whispers softly in your ear...
"Bedtime Baby."
She softly runs her fingers through your hair,
And quietly sings to you,
With the voice of a Godess.
You close your eyes,
Enjoying the comfort.
You are asleep in her arms before you know it,
A sweet little smile on your face...
There's no other way you would rather fall asleep.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
i
a walk about towns
lily be crowned
great godess
to bed airwares on..parenthesis
perchance to dream in
splendour and innocence..
shared the family of man
when more is less..
when we live free of fear
and intimidation
when violence against
women
be uncommon..
we safe in our home
where human rights
exist..
for everyone
where we own
ourselves
body and soul..
ii
a little bird sings
outside her window
through the pale
dawn´ s light..
she says in oblivion
where she does not
know
where there´ s a
way..
iii
where we on a wing
where love the day
where night bring
hope so..
where the moment
the pauses
truth our meditations
and free lost cause
where equalities
where dreams
like sheep count
she smiles..
iv
where concord is
obvious and profound
like the blue bus
lily laughs..exclamation
like a little bird..
tucks her head
turns and goes
on in search
of the right word
the juste mot
where we like ourselves
o she says
the music stopped..
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 6:37 AM UTC
Mothlet-like owl midges fizzling in and out of the waves
that shuffle the moon's shed reflection,
hovering and imitating like a wettened rorschach--
with disembodied tiny teeth for feet
suckling from the scurvyed gums
where shadows are allowed to be kings.
Kings that observe a godess body that spans the whole sky with ******* made of crinkled ash dripping latex that falls
then cuts into the grass to
spread life--perfection spares no time for the impatient.
Glistening stream,mucky dewlap of the mountain carving a caricature of someone praying for rain and dreaming of a metamorphoses into ice.
With the night comes tide. Comes time. Comes death. Comes life.
If you were to sit down in one spot
anywhere in the world and not move
for another second of your life
from there on in--
you would see so much beauty and pain
You'd wonder what you ever did to be
as lucky as you had been.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC
The Sky iS Frozen
Money iS Falling, Green iN The Air.
Theres A Scream, A Screen
Can iT Be
Crystal Clear Flashing its self to me
How Could iT Be
Yes, its The Substance
iT Has Control Over Me, iT Owns Me
iAlready Gave iT My Soul
it Bought Me
iM iTs Slave, iTs Puppet
its Two Thousand Thirteen
2013
**** Hasnt Changed, iTake Rehab As A Game
iGained More Knowledge
iPledge To My Godess
Which iS The Evil The Crooked The Devil.
iM A fallen Angel iNlove with Crystal
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
For my long lost friend..
I long as fire's burnin'
For the one who gazes stars
My eyes were couloured as they are
For one beloved who's found in flames
Of poetry dividing names
Ill grant as Godess gracefully
Thy poesis among young Gods
To ripe as contemplative pen
Links likes and links
To your immortal hand..
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Fast was my pace.
My pace called life.
Speed balling
with a shown Mixture of hevan,
From a self made hell.
A Godess wave, that kept me well.
Numbed true feelings of
pain by trading my worth.
Such thoughts created
only in a tarnished youth.
Vibrations of glass
after her warm wave swept
head to toe.
Aspirations cut out with a ***** swoe.
Was Spun like a Clock
on a cooks trailer door.
Days to nights where
just black and white blurs.
Lost reality I
never quite grasped.
Sobriety,
only known in short blinks of my eyes.
A fairy tale.
Another hole riddled my cheese cloth vains.
A Godess hand,
caressed my face tuning it blue.
Another Over Dose
to end a neopolitine junkies tale that should have been through.
But a Gardian
NarCaned me back.
when I must have let go.
Punctured blow to the chest to release her grip.
Awake to mumble im fine.
Just to get slapped back down with truth.
The Time had come
to bring change.
To the fast pace,
The fast pace I called life.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
When a poet is in love with you
You'll have an experience of which you had no clue
They'll notice how your hair fall on your tiny shoulder
Nd how your eyes get lost into nothingness when you wonder
how the big diamond fit itself into the hollow of your collar bones
Nd how your eyes gleem on hearing their name like gemstones
They will notice how you bite you lip everytime you are shy
Nd how your lips swells nd nose turn red when you cry
They will see you through their own as well as the world's eyes
Nd they will kiss your tears away telling you some unbeliveable lies
They'll speak of you as a godess they pray to
Nd write down all they see nd feel just for you.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
there is no god or godess
no hope
no light at the end of the tunnel
only darkness
only the midnight sky
only the burned out sun
only the cold nothingness of being alone
so very alone
only nothing is there
only nobody cares
you want somebody or something
but no faces are showing
but no hands reach out
no voices pierce the silence
no body diving to reach you
no body to embrace, so you shout
WHY ME? !
WHY AM I ALONE? !
WITH NO HANDS IN MY REACH? !
AND NO ONE TO SEE!
ANSWER ME!
PLEASE! I CAN'T SEE!
EVERYONE IS GONE!
am i all alone? ....
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC