"ravenna" poems - Hello Poetry

I can't say it was what I expected, (an intimate dinner for two). When Charlize showed up with two bodyguards What's a poor fella to do? She glides in with the grace of a dancer which is what she first wanted to be. Charlize won the "Lucky Genes" Lotto, I didn't unfortunately. There I was was, stammering, star struck blathering blithely away. She passed a remark about mirrors, suggesting I use one someday. She could have been lovely and gracious, instead she was distant and rude. It seemed she was still Queen Ravenna and I was the Burger King dude. I dropped fifty large for the dinner A pittance for charity due. There's not likely to be little monsters as Charlize and i are quite through

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Jun 7, 2012

Jun 7, 2012 at 8:48 AM UTC

john-f-mccullagh

Fairest ( My evening with Charlize Theron)

I can't say it was what I expected, (an intimate dinner for two). When Charlize showed up with two bodyguards What's a poor fella to do? She glides in with the grace of a dancer which is what she first wanted to be. Charlize won the "Lucky Genes" Lotto, I didn't unfortunately. There I was was, stammering, star struck blathering blithely away. She passed a remark about mirrors, suggesting I use one someday. She could have been lovely and gracious, instead she was distant and rude. It seemed she was still Queen Ravenna and I was the Burger King dude. I dropped fifty large for the dinner A pittance for charity due. There's not likely to be little monsters as Charlize and i are quite through

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So many people, so many cultures, But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures. If you think about it, the world is full of segregation. Why is diversity seen as a mutation? The animal kingdom hide and run. Hunted, shot just for fun. Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown. They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown. ‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’ Don’t expect us to remain faithful. Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way. Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay. Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows. That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes. All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna, Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC

Gowthami

The Modern Gehenna

So many people, so many cultures, But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures. If you think about it, the world is full of segregation. Why is diversity seen as a mutation? The animal kingdom hide and run. Hunted, shot just for fun. Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown. They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown. ‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’ Don’t expect us to remain faithful. Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way. Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay. Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows. That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes. All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna, Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?

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I loved you O so much Laughter rang from wherever we stood Dove of the morning I was called With two crowns of light We fought off the night But our love soon became a cliff Made of our hopes and dreams I started losing my grip As you stayed away Longer and longer each day Then early one morning I came to see you Only to find you gone I begged for news Only to find nothing The days began to blur A ball in the corner was all I became Splitting pain The one day they came Dressed in black and wary of me Told me the news and ran away Leaving me to grieve over a dead mans name The darkness came lapping around my mind Whispering to me Offering to end the pain All I had to do was let go Let go Let go So I let go And fell into endless darkness Numbing my pain Stripping my emotions Breaking the walls so carefully built Tearing out my soul Leaving nothing but a hole Light became dark White sealed away deep inside No humanity left just a monster Bursting out of that hole With power previously untold Shattered pieces melt away I accept my fate No heartbeat under these fingers of mine Tears of ebony With eyes of the purest lime Obsidian hair, so long so fine A mask of beauty hides The demon deep inside The blackest Raven Gets a new name from death Ravenna of the nights fate A face so kind turn deadly in a moment A porcelain doll With razor sharp fangs Claws of steel Meant to rip and tear Blood red lips So cruel, so fine No joy, hope, or happiness left I am Ravenna of the darkest night

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Nov 21, 2013

Nov 21, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC

ravenna-mist

Ravenna

I loved you O so much Laughter rang from wherever we stood Dove of the morning I was called With two crowns of light We fought off the night But our love soon became a cliff Made of our hopes and dreams I started losing my grip As you stayed away Longer and longer each day Then early one morning I came to see you Only to find you gone I begged for news Only to find nothing The days began to blur A ball in the corner was all I became Splitting pain The one day they came Dressed in black and wary of me Told me the news and ran away Leaving me to grieve over a dead mans name The darkness came lapping around my mind Whispering to me Offering to end the pain All I had to do was let go Let go Let go So I let go And fell into endless darkness Numbing my pain Stripping my emotions Breaking the walls so carefully built Tearing out my soul Leaving nothing but a hole Light became dark White sealed away deep inside No humanity left just a monster Bursting out of that hole With power previously untold Shattered pieces melt away I accept my fate No heartbeat under these fingers of mine Tears of ebony With eyes of the purest lime Obsidian hair, so long so fine A mask of beauty hides The demon deep inside The blackest Raven Gets a new name from death Ravenna of the nights fate A face so kind turn deadly in a moment A porcelain doll With razor sharp fangs Claws of steel Meant to rip and tear Blood red lips So cruel, so fine No joy, hope, or happiness left I am Ravenna of the darkest night

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Sitting on a boulder nestled in a valley, clutch tea in a tumbler, watch the water and leaves that slide on its surface. Green moss takes refuge on the rock, a welcome pillar to guide toward the sun which sifts through the trees. A wound in the city, a green scar reminding us what once was.

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Jan 19, 2020

Jan 19, 2020 at 8:06 PM UTC

daniel-magner

Ravenna

Sitting on a boulder nestled in a valley, clutch tea in a tumbler, watch the water and leaves that slide on its surface. Green moss takes refuge on the rock, a welcome pillar to guide toward the sun which sifts through the trees. A wound in the city, a green scar reminding us what once was.

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