Adam Childs Aug 2014
As the glorious LION
Stands strong in stature
Radiating with a presence
Of Absolute rule
The air washed with
A bristly respect
A natural pride
Beams with  beauty
He guards the gateway to truth
and only the brave may enter
He is the king that needs no crown
as he holds a royal presence as he
sits in his golden coat and main
Lies spark combust just bounce off
dissolve in all his shine.  

As broken men become renewed
Their fractured parts
Collect in the melting pot
Of the Lion's  stare
As they are engulfed and swallowed
In the reservoirs of his strength
As the many wounded souls
Find themselves restored
In his majestic presence
As he rattles the very fabric
Of this world

There is no procrastinating belly
Exposed by a lackluster display
No one insults his strength
By creating a make believe world
Or covers him with scaffolding so
That they may alter him
For he is the finished article
And he is never held up or supported
With anyone's emotional ropes or strings
For he no ones puppet
He is never silenced
By the Strangle hold of this world
Tightened with a multitude of gestures
For I hear his ROAR!!!!!!!!
His explosive self expression
As his throat bursts and beams like the sun
Breaking all collars, and his tongue is freed
As a thousand trap doors Open up in him  
And boulders are lifted and rocks are shattered
within the sound of his voice.
His Soft pads of silent stealth
Gather for all his wealth
As the power of his pounce
Is governed by both his strength
Of spirit and the honesty
With which he meets the earth
For he owns all of his own pain
And paces and growls to warn
Away any who seek to steal his fresh kill
And diminish him with pretty lies
For he owns all his space
As it feeds his strength
As somewhere in the fury of feasting
Lionesses and Lions  
We find our freedom
For his power explodes like a volcano
When his soul meets the earth  
As he shakes off all avoidance
To seek only truth
As streaks of white light
And pure Gold glisten in the SUN
As the world's projections
Reflect and bounce off him

There is so much to learn
From a beautiful LION
just decided to take my two poems about a LION and remove all the dead wood and see what I came up with . not sure but I love some of the lines individually
Ellie Jan 2015
We live in a world where no means convince me and flirting is a green light for sex.
Where women are told, don't get raped and men are rarely told, don't rape.
Where slut shaming is encouraged and victims are blamed.
Where speaking out about rape is a call for attention and rape victims are silenced.
We live in a world where rape culture is normal and that is **unacceptable.
Lauren J Feb 2014
Because I have had nothing, I am generous.
Because I have been mistreated, I am kind.
Because I have been lied to, I am honest.
Because I have been foolish, I am wise.
Because I have been hurt, I am happy.
Because I have made mistakes, I have succeeded.

Because I have endured, I am strong. ♥
Just a thought lately, hardship only defines character. -L
louis rams Oct 2014
The word bipolar can put fear in your heart
Because you’ll never know when it will start.
Also known as manic depression and it can become
A lifelong obsession.
Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you
And if you know just what to do.
It is like the devil trying to take your soul
And it becomes a battle of control.
Most times in order for you to live
You must take the meds that they give.
If your child is bipolar or autistic, will you love them any less?
I don’t think so is my guess!
The LORD puts a child where he / she belongs
With a person he knows is strong.
The strength of the parents helps them to cope
With the problems old and new, and that is
Something that they do.
Let us be a little realistic, not many crimes
Are committed by bipolar or autistic
So how can they use words like crazy, retarted or handicapped
When against us the cards are stacked,
When this becomes a challenge close to home
Remember that you’re not alone.
David W Jul 2014



Elixir of life,
Potent force so thickly brewed,
Give me strength anew.
A Love Haiku
We never really stop to suffer,we only learn how to live with our pain...
Turn your weaknesses into your strength,
life will be better..
Learn to fight instead of complaining..
because one day,you'll be on your own..
Prepare yourself for the worst...
almost all of the people you go out with,will stay with you as long as they benefit from you..
Its in your worst days that you'll know who really cares...
Trust yourself before trusting anyone..
know yourself before trying to know someone else..
she chooses to remain beautiful,
although life has scarred her so horrifically inside...

...a phenomenal woman she is ❤
This is a post originally written by Sicelo Reginald Kubheka.
Suzy Hazelwood Feb 2015
I've been drowned
a wreck in the ocean
washed up
what seemed beyond repair
weakness stole me
strength claimed me back
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
I listen actively
Show compassion sympathy empathy
open minded
Loving caring strong fighter
Voice of reason
To everyone but me
Won't give up
Even though have already given up
A thousand times
Stand by friends who deserve it
Stand with lovers with bared soul
Though roses may prick bleeding finger
Won't stop stopping
To smell summer flowers
Poetic T Mar 2015
The weak will
Over run those
Who think they
Are strong
With false power.
Those who are strong,
Will lose to those
Who have strength
But not the
Intelligence to use it.

Those with intelligence
Will not be smart if
They abuse the gift
Given and find it
Taken away.
Never think we are better than any other
Hashim ZK Mar 2015
Flapping wings;
Uncertain destiny;
Frivolous flight;
Head held high.

Dreams galore;
Clouded vision;
Brightest light;
Hope held high.

Strength anew;
Dreaded fights;
Blessed life?
Sword held high.
MahoganyPumpkin Nov 2014
Flitting about the stage as would a
sparrow, they wield the weapon that is
beauty with the grace of one trained in the art
of being utterly flawless.
Whirling an inch off the floor as would
a sycamore leaf just about to hit the earth, they
hide the treasure that is
strength with the mask of one trained in the art
of seeming weightless.
Slipping effortlessly from foot to foot as would a
tiger, they deliver the gift that is
performance with the presence of one trained in the art
of confidence itself.

And they bow to the crowd with the relief and joy of one who has never experienced such like in all their small eternity.
I've been listening to so much Tchaikovsky today that it inspired me to write something about a ballerina.
Nadine Swain Dec 2014
With a smile on her face
And such light in her eyes
You’d never think of
How much she cries every night

‘til her mouth runs dry
‘til her eyes turn red
Her strength is something
Something that overwhelms
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