"timless" poems
Azzurro
The boots were blue in colour
Painted to look like the sky
And worn by a gal with other things
She was aged 18 to 45
And looked timless ageless
It was the blue painted ex army boots
That she used wore to gigs
Pubs and clubs when she was free
Not working as a programmer
In the Italian civilian aviation industry
The job was boring but paid well
She'd done it for 8 years
Was a legend at the plane factory
The lady who wore her blue boots
Even in the office a different pair
She got results delivered the goods
Had worked on 36 different projects
They simply knew her as Azzurro
The blue booted gal
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:43 PM UTC
Fairy tales are for girls!
That seems to be the staple
But who do you think
Wrote these timless fables?
Not just the women
Conjured these epic tales
Of princesses and beasts
How the hero always prevails
It's the men who want to hear
Her desperate song from the tower
We want to rescue her
Before her witching hour
Watch her exquisite face
As she sleeps within her shell
Knowing it's his destiny
To rid her of the evil spell
He wants to be her Knight
Shielder, Protector, Defender,
Prince nontheless
Every girl wants her Hero
But the guys need his Princess.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
A Master manipulator
Self educator
Deflection of a radiator
A Condur of a timless Century
Grasps minds with all entity
Remorse for no one but envy
encyclopedic with words
Tempting to the foes
In love with more quotes
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
Memories so green and crispy,
Now frosts than melts my pain,
Makes grief in my viens motionless,
Fixed in the center of my chest.
Oh how will I walk these quiet waters,
Or smile at it with no reflection of your face,
Who do I drag along when I go down,
Slipping on these slippery slopes.
Dearest one.I wonder deeply,
If your spirit still finds some peace,
Sunk in the woods of our sanctuary,
Dark with only Sunrays smiling in.
Down here is where you should rest,
Lifeless but forever young in its magic,
Smiless but forever warm in my heart,
Timless it would seem watching you float.
We shared Rossy mint Champagnes,
Over billions of cherry laughters,
But these tears rolling i do alone,
And which may pour out for a life tim
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC