"lenght" poems
You are beautiful
No matter your size, skin color, religion or sexuality
Don't ever let anyone doubt that
Life would be boring without diversity
You are beautiful
and the lenght of your dress tonight doesn't justify anyone calling you a **** nor gives them permission to grab your tight
Only you can give them consent
And remember to say no is your right
You are beautiful
wear those strechmarks with pride
They are perfectly normal and natural
Don't look at them as flaws
Your body is a miracle that you don't need to hide
You are beautiful
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
Gazing through the tallest
green nettles
I realized they do
not bite me
Cause it was not the day
for stings and aching
Cause i had the black
mountain boots
and a heart
on my
dim
dark
sport gown
My hands reached
upwards
the Heavens
towards
the white yello
Crown
of
Elder's Abundance
Where Scented Blossoms
Coloured my skin
And exposed my life lines
After
The coolest tangerine
Lemonade
I sat on the black soil
squished young grasses
and found the
tiniest
snail
baby
My palm was a giant Plato
For it's snailish leg
On the left one
he was without weight
portruding forth
to his destination
Is it possible that
his house was
3,5 mm
long
Isn't it cute
that when streched
was 7 mm
at lenght
Visible horns
like 1 mm
and half of it
The upper
The downward
Twotwo
Four
What are you looking at
My lines or me
If he climbs from my
left palm on the right one
It's ment to be
I'll visit the seaside
Fibbonacci House Spiralled
Inner layers with colours
outer still
and translucent
Is it possible
this tiny snail
thinks about me
It didn't work
It remained
on my heart's side
Then I moved this
cutest creature
on my right palm
Little little snail
you're not a match
to squeeze
From the right to the left
I thought to myself
he is she
i don't know
snail's so young
for sure it doesn't seek another snail
To cherrish and love
Yet
It
Climbed on my left thumb
Beautiful in motion
As a revolution
For better days
It is my heart's side
My vision became
Sharp
Clouds
Waffed all around on the deepest blue
White and puffy
Magickal
Metallic
Dragonfly
Emerged out of
Nowhere
Had landed on a spider web
cocoon
on the Verge
of Enchanted Forest
Where grave monument resides
Dragonfly
was in the air
the invisible wings fluttered
My sharp vision
focused on
another three
Blueish
camerades
They don't need los zapatos
They are not obsessed as
Imelda was
And i wasn't thinking
about that at all
This words are for you:
thank you for the music
but the dragonflies
buterflies I love
most.
They were near my
heart,
one caressed among
tall grasses
one butterfly
also
not in oslo
and
Fibbonnaci Friend
who gave me this
Sharp vision
To see the magic
revealing all
around.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
One sleepless night I heard the lark
Chir-chirruping inside my heart;
Got up to find her in the dark
To capture her and set apart
Her stringless resonating harp
On which she played a note so sharp;
My very soul said: "Hark, oh, hark!
What is this iridescent spark
That set my every thought aflame?
For in its sound I heard my name!
That made my ear and eye so changed
That all the world illuminates?
It will not let me sleep again
Until my every breath is spent!"
I looked and looked and looked in vain
But carried with me the refrain
So every time I turned around
The sound was coming from without;
At lenght I closed my tired lids
And heard the lark sing from within;
And this is how I figured out:
I'm not the kindling. I'm the spark!
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
He was east
She was west
Different ends of the spectrum,
opposites, oppressed.
distance defined them,
A lenght that could not be,
unraveled and unwound,
an unplanned path that could never be,
only leading to sadness and uncertainty.
-LM
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
The bus will rattle then slowly in the yard. And made dust and dropped stove lenght and sticks on wood. Sweet scented stuff When the breeze drew across it.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
1-4
1.
I had a dream last
night, you had gave me the great
pleasure of tracing
2.
The lenght of your neck
down to your body with my
calloused unsure hands,
3.
I swear if only
for a small moment in space
we were in perfect
4.
tune and you hit all
of the notes when my fingers
touched between your spaces.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 5:06 AM UTC
I start feeling life leaving my body,
Realize my throat runs dry,
See my veins running empty,
Feel the tears coming out my eyes.
I loose balance, legs go weak,
Fall on my knees,
Feel how my heart slowly stops beating,
Know that my mind is going sick.
The chilling air rushing through my skin,
The cold knife cutting through my tissues,
I start to feel this thing called pain,
And I hope you never feel it as I do.
But there is love.
Something stronger than death itself,
Something that runs faster than blood,
Or water in a rainy day.
Strong enough to give me life,
Strong enough to give me pain,
Strong enough for me to fight,
Strong enough to give me death.
So I remember her face,
Remember her smile,
Remember her lips,
Forget about her lies.
And its the same strenght
Which makes me fight,
Which makes me realize
no matter how long the lenght,
If its for her, if its for love,
The road is always worth to take.
Its for love why I stand up now,
It is for love why I know death better than life,
And it is for love that my spirit will forever stay alive!
Because for love, you may cut through my skin, flesh, and bone
But your knife stops there,
When it reaches to my soul.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
How do I love thee?
I love thee by the breath,
the height,
the lenght your soul can ever reach,
I love thee purely
As christ love humanity unto death.
I love thee,
from the sunset to the candle light at night unto the dreamy land
& beyond,
every second of the day
you are in my heart.
I love thee from tears to smile
& everything inbetween,
I love the every day of my life
until the day I breath my last,
may that day never be,
I love thee
with a love that is more than love,
how I wish I could speak in word
of feathered certainty,
for as love itself is eternal
So do I love thee,
beyond space and time.
For love is the voice of God
love is me and you,
If this feeling and words be err,
then no man ever loved,
and love never be.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
What makes a name "beautiful"?
Is it the letters?
The origin?
The lenght?
Is it the sounds?
Personally,
I don't find name's "beautiful";
lest there be no meaning to the people they belong to.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC