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Sara Kellie Jul 2018
A Queen in waiting, a Princess no less.
Each day, a routine before being seen.
For some, a shadow and not of the eye.
The kind you'd find on that of a guy.
An army of pogonophobes in dysphoric confusion.
Each purging our wardrobes,
a repeated delusion.

A leading *******
from a pornographic circus.
The ***** under graduate from
a school of *** workers.
Your Hubby's vision in blue
is our secret down south,
'cause he wouldn't kiss you with
that ***** mouth.

So I'll stop you there Sizzle Chest,
with your cans of Stella
in your pristine white vest,
'cause this is real easy,
even for you Mr ******.

I used to be a Princess but
now I'm a Queen,
recently coronated
after all that I've seen.

Poetry by Kaydee.
Hazy musings from a land of candy pink
are the dreams of a Princess.
King Panda Feb 2016
threads of salt
drowned land
and sea
brisk on the shore
to the vine
of the tree
not fruit
not sweet
but
check beauty
check redolent
check dog named after
and sea urchin-robbed

the steps taken
through the pink
the sunken ships
the little women
with big hair
the jewelry that
weighed them down
to drown
drown
drown

the flower
floats like
a headstone
from the hand of
a daughter
to the mouth of
the sea
where God still
reigns
with a crooked shaft
and a helmet
long struck
by the sky

pink

the ocean loses its way
through the flowers
thorns and
all
Kara Jean Sep 2017
I'm melted pink
Perfect, when that's all you see
My wine is divine
It makes my heart climb
You notice me
I have nothing
I drained it long ago, so please talk to the ego
He rules me
Thinking is now his duty
I am the dummy held up by strings
There are no apologies when it comes to being a broken queen
Once more I say please,
don't bother me
I'm destroying
Oh how I love the gentleness
Of your sharp and tender touch
Your hand moving along my skin
Making its way around my mouth
Gently touching my lips
And along my neck and chin.
Your blade could never make me bleed
You are the only one for me that I discoverd
You are the one the only one I need.
To think I let you  down in search of others
They could never treat me like you do.
Now they have gone so I am asking please
Your the only one for me so let it be you
Let us stay together we have got it made.
And now I have to let you know
You are my one and only blade
Your hand so steady  your razer sharp
You give to me that perfect shave
All those years trying to find that perfect Razer blade
I have now found my perfect Razer blade that lives up to its reputation
Such a smooth shave .
Marla Apr 20
This flame grows higher
As the days march on,
It shan't ever tire
For it rages much too strong.
In my heart, yes, in my heart
The immortal heat yearns,
Bring thy kiss and start
A sensational sweet burn.
af Nov 2018
in my pink dress,
my pink dress,
I feel the dust of forgotten memories.

in my pink dress,
my pink dress,
I feel the little girl I couldn't be

on the stairs in my pink dress
I slowly descend as your eyes beckon me

in my pink dress,
my pink dress,
theres nothing but beautiful hurt
Olivia Daniels Oct 2018
Pink-Haired Wildflower
I know you.
I see you.
everyday at least once

Your pedals are short
   and cute
   chopped off at the chin
Your clothes are loose
   and indie
   style, you wear so well

You walk so confidently
      each stride your own.
You glitter shining vibrantly
      like the stud in your nose.
You smile so easily
      and laugh with no care in the world.

Pink-Haired Wildflower
do you know me?
do you see me?
each time I pass you on the way
I look at you
and try not to stare
your flowered beauty beholds me

I wonder what you think of me
This bent over gait
   dark-circle-eyed
   fool. I am
   struggling to stay upright.

Can you see the weight on my shoulders?
The stress in my complexion?
      my gnawed on nails and torn skin
Tell me, what do you see in my gaze?

I wish I possessed your confidence.
Your grace in billowed petals.
Your fragrance has a trail
   that always circles back to me.
   everyday I see you.
   though I say nothing.

Whatever you are
I want you in a bouquet on my bedside table
as I lie there
trying not to cry
or die.
Let your rank beauty infect me
aromatic surround me.

Be mine.
Lay claim to me.
Show me your ways.

or at least learn my name
as if I knew yours

You're a stranger to me Pink-Haired Wildflower
last night your dyed your hair Blue
For this girl I see literally every day. I've never talked to her, only seen her around campus. Today she came to my work... I have this weird feeling of connection to her
B Sonia K Mar 15
Rising from the abyss of greens
Surrounded by murky waters
They stretch their arms wide
Basking in the warmth of the sun
Its welcoming rays
Erasing **** memories of their birth.
Sweety Jan 19
Hey pink.. come back to me..
Powder my cheeks with your hue..
Polish my nails with a shade of yours..
Put some maybelline punch on my lips
Add some dazzle to my tulle gown..
Blush a little on my sandals..
Because I might bump in to him today...
Dark Fjord Nov 2016
Understudy,
you fathom deeper
wetter
just to be better

bouncing below
your grey outlines
filed down by the times

one criticism! done Ruthlessly,
gets to you, but you know what
would be a better telling

and you're not wasting
all that good talent,
to be saved.
to all those understudies of leading part
rgz Apr 30
I've never had a sober first time
was hoping maybe you could be mine?
I never knew how to write a first line
that's something that comes with time

I've never been shot first
I'm used to doing the shooting
then you landed a full burst
without even looking

I've never tried a fine wine
never whined at a fine try
never truly tried to fly
or really fully tried to lie
I couldn't even reach for the sky

Before you hit me
with the quickdraw
landed at least six shots
split me like a jigsaw
the bullet wounds are still hot
never thought you'd be my first thought

As well as my last
for the first time
time
seems to be moving so fast

For the first time
I'm lying
down
clutching my sides
I'm bleeding out

You stare
like you're just wondering how
this ever could have happened
and what I'm going to do now

I stare
your smoking gun feels like fate
I've never had a first date
I hope it's not too late
Part I?
Makayla Jane Oct 2018
My pink pen
That I use to write sweet heartfelt letters
Or to write poems about a certain some one
Is now shattered;
Guess I'll no longer be writing any more letters or poems with my special pen
Feel free to share revision ideas :)
the sun
leaves the earth
with bright red,

preceding seemingly endless darkness.

only to return
with splashes of
pink and orange

giving rise to yet another beautiful day.

- v. m
your favorite colour is back after a few months of nothingness
Bhill Apr 24
When the desert gets rain, it wants to dress up
Their colors abound in the brightest of shade cups

The reds, pinks, and blues are showing off they're flair
Their beauty will amaze you, as you seek them with care

Some are hidden from view by their larger, taller friend
Their color will call out, cause they don't want to blend

You will not be disappointed with what your eyes see
Go out to the desert and see what can be...

Brian Hill - 2019#101
Inspired by riding my bike in the desert...
There may not be anything more beautiful than the Dessert Bloom...
Beatrix Feb 2018
I swallow a pink pill.
the sugar inside the pink tupperware
turns whiter in the strange light of the afternoon kitchen.
the night kitchen is a different entity entirely
it smells warmer then the sunny bedroom.

my blood pressure is low...
sleepy I go to the bathroom.
staring at the mirror I remember
my notebook is mostly blank.

I drew a moon and I wrote this
during the night blood pressure rollercoaster ride.
I might need more vitamins and sunlight.
Donall Dempsey Sep 2018
PINK HIGH HEEL SHOES

I remember drinking
pink champagne

from your pink
high heel shoes.

I remember making love
with you

wearing only
your pink high heel shoes.

I remember
how your pink high heel shoes

became

candle holders
ashtrays
(where you stashed your hash)

deadly weapons
in an...OW!...row!

& you ask me
do I remember

your pink high heel shoes?

Do I?
I do!
Anne J Oct 2018
Lady of the pale pink fan
Who's covered in the faded blossoms of your clan
I'd like to see you move away from the brown tree
So I can touch your kimono as I go on one knee
Today I made a poem about a Japanese man proposing to a Japanese maiden who lives in a **** that loves blossoms and the color pink. I hope you like. Just realized that this is the first positive poem I've done...xD! Lol.
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