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rosecoloredpoet Mar 2018
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
Don't forget to love yourself
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.
~~~~~~~~~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Flame
~~~~~~~~~~
Lisa Oct 2014
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
lenore Apr 2017
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!
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.
Could not do all of it this is a sneak peek.
Don't read if tyring. Don't think this is absurd. Don't don't love me.
My grandmas hands were gentle as the skin was raw from water. I loved her.
Now you know me. She loved me. always. wanting me to wear a cap not to freeze deep. I always beat up my brother at chess if we play slow.
Clocks bounce me out of my natural rhythm. My thought processes are sheer speed as light and love is. Now you don't know me. The best ice cream I ever had was in Köppenhagen. The best strawberries are from the nearest forest. Not there. Aaaapchoooo.
                      We posses only the internal first right to grow

To become longer and thirst. . . for each other to be subjected to
                                       heart throat belly sweet feet wrenched longings and the Psyche subtexted and restored on our Path
                   saved from the diaries of diabolic old id

Awww the crazy romantics overlaps my reason frequently thinking of you
overflooding my boiling red rivers, being genuine blooe blood blooms

                          The Enchanter Neptune is here within this perfect I am entwined making love to my Venus and the Arrow of Eros flies impeccably from the bow's tangental string long before it hit me in the core of my radiant formidability
                            formatting the infinite flowers open from the rose bleeding             tears of honeysuckle nectar alluring even the still air around us
              
                      breeze deep lovers
                         our written diaphanous dreams untangle this fluent love of fluctuations - "madam i'm madly intoxicated with thou love" - spinning
                    mind to body
                             pinnin' up our glowing souls to the edge of the nearest galactic centre approaching as a dark unforgettable symphony
                        attractive spirits permutating
visages, forms and visions
                          zebras, donkeys and magnificent horses stampeding
to the shores of passionate burning collision    

I have had this most magical dreams of different creatures emerging out of the ocean waves forming in the foam of their peeks, or as large as mighty waves when they grab you and swing you on their amplitudes. We are all velocity swimmers, for others we dive, for me you floaat above the mundane... I love your thoughtful elegance This style of a heart budding into ions of ineffable revelations
I was walking under ancient palm trees and healthy pines . . . on the Riva dressed in linnen summers dress . A humble content joyful human being Castaneda's legacy dreamer ... A spectator of energy waves on the real coloured gem deep dark azul and deep blue see . . . emerging flamingoes and pelicans transforming into dolphins, fish, little birds, turtles, lions, whales  
                          each other merging
as a cluster of maidens in Roman bathtubs waiting for Turkish honey to be massaged and soaked deeply into their bronze white skins as they were a perfect medium for younger mystics : As they are tempted to be untamed from untainment again
What I do  know
         is that        magic is floating all around me and I don't convey this simple fact with exact assurance in no time : are we sinking or gliding as a spectre of wave lenght

My friend din't love Aurora Borealis. He's too much of a loner and I felt that the triangular topography of my electro charged notebook
was a magnetic love tale from the enchanted forest. I was mistaken. I could . .  in my utter..  the immediate intricate love crush occured

Unintentionall y
for The Northern Exposures went surfin' south. From here we switch easily from one Galaxy to another. Easily! Come! Choose wise, my inspiration, my
Nebulae
    before the cosmic wind rattles my green bones and crush them into nonexistence, brawling and wavering the micro humus for the next generations.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Shore
Corina Oct 2015
self pity
should I let you in
self pity
perhaps today I deserve you
wasn't today hard enough?
can't I wallow in sadness
and beg my friends for attention?

self pity
for now I'll keep you on arm-lenght
because I want you
but I like you
a little too much
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.
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.
First poem I wrote in my life while I was in a hospital
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.
gleck Oct 2019
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.
Semihten5 Apr 2021
get next to the last picture you drew
tell me your colors
no black and white
tell me your choice
not finished yet
tell me why

even if I do not understand from the picture
nice to hear your voice
tell in a whisper

I want to know the music you know
I do not want to listen
you tell me

feelings reflect in your eyes
enough for me,tell me your inside
let me know you
tell about your life

tell about your places at lenght
let me know your wheather,your water and your soil
let me see your view
let me go to your roots
tell deep

I want to ask a lot
you tell,I will listen
I have no job but you
tell me about you
not enough, tell me other than you

shortly, sweetheart
tell me everything
A M Jun 2018
Nothing but a Rope it is.
Between two individuals

The Strenght and  Lenght
is all it takes to keep it forever.

Walking together may make it tight
Or may also break if its too light.

Specifications is all that matter
So that hearts do not shatter

— The End —