"virago" poems - Hello Poetry

First glances are strong and ripe, First touch is like a midnight musk against my skin, Right leg goes over and i'm sitting on my black beauty Virago, She's a warrior, fierce as fire and brings light into my darkness. Everyone tells me "you're" dangerous but can't they see i enjoy the thrill of the rush between my legs as the rumble dream continues further unto highway 10. Fresh crisp air, blue sunny sky, these are moments i'll remember when i'm older, true and genuine. I love my motorcycle and always will, no one can ever change the rumble dreams i have for my ride.

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Sep 20, 2020

Sep 20, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC

EmotionlessEmotions

Rumble Dreams

First glances are strong and ripe, First touch is like a midnight musk against my skin, Right leg goes over and i'm sitting on my black beauty Virago, She's a warrior, fierce as fire and brings light into my darkness. Everyone tells me "you're" dangerous but can't they see i enjoy the thrill of the rush between my legs as the rumble dream continues further unto highway 10. Fresh crisp air, blue sunny sky, these are moments i'll remember when i'm older, true and genuine. I love my motorcycle and always will, no one can ever change the rumble dreams i have for my ride.

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As you may admire her from the peak of a mountain Know that she commends the gardens she made below For His will in every season She will make beauty out of the weeds-of-wrath As will in the likeness of clouds A strong woman is prized in both seasons Don’t fall for folly when you only catch her touching the stars

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Mar 9, 2020

Mar 9, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC

angelaabellera

virago

As you may admire her from the peak of a mountain Know that she commends the gardens she made below For His will in every season She will make beauty out of the weeds-of-wrath As will in the likeness of clouds A strong woman is prized in both seasons Don’t fall for folly when you only catch her touching the stars

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There's something about the rumbling sound beneath our feet in the summers heat and the smell of exhaust covering our leather jackets and jeans. I want to take my beauty and ride her from day until dawn. I want to take her on adventures that we never seen before to make our ride as magical as it should seem. When your with me, i feel free, because you're my stallion, my black beauty Queen. The virago roars and runs beneath my *** as my hair dances in the wind to the sound of my bikes heart beat matching to mine when adrenaline's meet. She's loud, dark and fun. So exciting, all the places that me and you can see. Let's ride into the sunset, where our heaven meets and it's just me, you and my black beauty.

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC

EmotionlessEmotions

Me and my Motorcycle Black Beauty

There's something about the rumbling sound beneath our feet in the summers heat and the smell of exhaust covering our leather jackets and jeans. I want to take my beauty and ride her from day until dawn. I want to take her on adventures that we never seen before to make our ride as magical as it should seem. When your with me, i feel free, because you're my stallion, my black beauty Queen. The virago roars and runs beneath my *** as my hair dances in the wind to the sound of my bikes heart beat matching to mine when adrenaline's meet. She's loud, dark and fun. So exciting, all the places that me and you can see. Let's ride into the sunset, where our heaven meets and it's just me, you and my black beauty.

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Sat astride my iron horse, rumbling as it were Twisting her horns, just a bit more Hear her growl and roar Eating miles, gliding ashore, black tarmac, paths unsure Curling along snaking roads, blazing down the lines Ambling through greens and moors, nature is sublime Sun warming my body, wind settling my troubled soul Gladdening this weary heart, my much beloved Virago

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Nov 8, 2013

Nov 8, 2013 at 8:58 AM UTC

c-rosser

Riding my Virago

Sat astride my iron horse, rumbling as it were Twisting her horns, just a bit more Hear her growl and roar Eating miles, gliding ashore, black tarmac, paths unsure Curling along snaking roads, blazing down the lines Ambling through greens and moors, nature is sublime Sun warming my body, wind settling my troubled soul Gladdening this weary heart, my much beloved Virago

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She loves red, She smells blood! Knives are her favorite, But not just in a plight. She walks in black, She cuts no slack. She is for Vendetta not just V, She's a real badass you see! "Vigorous, tough"- her aura speaks, She's that goddess everyone seeks. She burns brighter than the sun, If her eyes turn red-you gotta run. Her smile makes all the flowers bloom, Even when it's a dark night and gloom. Taming snakes is her hobby, You could find cobras in her lobby. You should see her in a crown, Doesn't need anyone, she's on her own. You could find a lioness in a den, But not her, she's one in ten. Stalwart or Virago can call her any, Nah! You can't win her, honey. She's the queen in her kingdom that she built, Try laying a finger, she knows how to tilt.

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Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 11:34 AM UTC

RVaniKalyani

She

She loves red, She smells blood! Knives are her favorite, But not just in a plight. She walks in black, She cuts no slack. She is for Vendetta not just V, She's a real badass you see! "Vigorous, tough"- her aura speaks, She's that goddess everyone seeks. She burns brighter than the sun, If her eyes turn red-you gotta run. Her smile makes all the flowers bloom, Even when it's a dark night and gloom. Taming snakes is her hobby, You could find cobras in her lobby. You should see her in a crown, Doesn't need anyone, she's on her own. You could find a lioness in a den, But not her, she's one in ten. Stalwart or Virago can call her any, Nah! You can't win her, honey. She's the queen in her kingdom that she built, Try laying a finger, she knows how to tilt.

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You Virago of new morning Aphrodite of the last minutes afternoon You escape from the hood Rising as only a waver in the air, It is impossible to tell when you have gone. I can only hope that you have come into me. Selah.

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Feb 4, 2010

Feb 4, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC

ado-a

You Virago

You Virago of new morning Aphrodite of the last minutes afternoon You escape from the hood Rising as only a waver in the air, It is impossible to tell when you have gone. I can only hope that you have come into me. Selah.

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Heavy rain and thunder on a dark night. I have issues. I loved heavy rain, I loved the thunder. I loved a dark peaceful night. But not anymore. you ask me why, Do i not prefer the black sky? Or am i scared Of the clamours The thunders make? I give no reply. But a thousand of them Are floating around my head This time. I was never afraid Nor petrified. I am only reluctant, To the aftermath. The aftermath: The only thing That terrifies me. Cause the demons Catch hold of me, And here i am Letting my words flee. They devour; My cast off Pieces. Every inch of me, Is still breathing. Every promise i made, Every chance i take. Gasping for air, In awe; At every warfare. I'm not afraid, I never was. I'm the Delicate Virago. Well built enough, But partial.

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC

amtulhajra

Virago; warrior

Heavy rain and thunder on a dark night. I have issues. I loved heavy rain, I loved the thunder. I loved a dark peaceful night. But not anymore. you ask me why, Do i not prefer the black sky? Or am i scared Of the clamours The thunders make? I give no reply. But a thousand of them Are floating around my head This time. I was never afraid Nor petrified. I am only reluctant, To the aftermath. The aftermath: The only thing That terrifies me. Cause the demons Catch hold of me, And here i am Letting my words flee. They devour; My cast off Pieces. Every inch of me, Is still breathing. Every promise i made, Every chance i take. Gasping for air, In awe; At every warfare. I'm not afraid, I never was. I'm the Delicate Virago. Well built enough, But partial.

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Vines of persistence wrap around to squeeze me tightly, choking and cloaking my existence from the divine shining light streams. From the depths of what I have left, I leave thee this sublime kindly writing, to let it be told over to you that I fear this nadir confining so inviting. For that which was a welcome embrace has become a peril that I find frightening. An irascible beast tears me away from my rapture, it's claws ripping in their tightening. Good Knight! I scream. Virago, you must let me go! Don't you know these roots hold me here and try to imprison my very soul? Are you aware that I've always been restless in this deed , at least until my movement ceased, grown weary by the cold? Oh, to be as a tree petrified a thousand years ago. Yes, tenfold of a deep century ago. What woe! What woe! Well then, just consume me, it's thy selfish need to grow, despite what it means to me, a descent into a place so low; and you know, even tho it's cold, viscous words can burn like an internal sea of hellish fire: pain overwhelms me, but a morbid curiosity still fans this desire. God, save me from the mire! God, let her have remorse! Soon tentacles will protrude into my wan corpse -pulling me into a crevasse- which is a pit in the fabric that my body no sooner than distorts; and as swift as this with a vacuous kiss you'll steal my mass, as brains for one will become the main course.

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Dec 3, 2014

Dec 3, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC

jamie-l-cantore

Woebegone

Vines of persistence wrap around to squeeze me tightly, choking and cloaking my existence from the divine shining light streams. From the depths of what I have left, I leave thee this sublime kindly writing, to let it be told over to you that I fear this nadir confining so inviting. For that which was a welcome embrace has become a peril that I find frightening. An irascible beast tears me away from my rapture, it's claws ripping in their tightening. Good Knight! I scream. Virago, you must let me go! Don't you know these roots hold me here and try to imprison my very soul? Are you aware that I've always been restless in this deed , at least until my movement ceased, grown weary by the cold? Oh, to be as a tree petrified a thousand years ago. Yes, tenfold of a deep century ago. What woe! What woe! Well then, just consume me, it's thy selfish need to grow, despite what it means to me, a descent into a place so low; and you know, even tho it's cold, viscous words can burn like an internal sea of hellish fire: pain overwhelms me, but a morbid curiosity still fans this desire. God, save me from the mire! God, let her have remorse! Soon tentacles will protrude into my wan corpse -pulling me into a crevasse- which is a pit in the fabric that my body no sooner than distorts; and as swift as this with a vacuous kiss you'll steal my mass, as brains for one will become the main course.

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Just a dope, a mean A dopamine Irregular sanguine Embroiled canteen Surreal sunscreen Renege lights beam Convolute contorted Diversely distorted Whimsically imported Virago recorded Guffaws retracted Divulged esoteric tactics Disregarded semantics No real advantage Indigenous transient Final message transmit The wavelength extent Doomed irrelevant Vicariously elegant

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Mar 8, 2017

Mar 8, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC

jonathan-valonis

The Pith of Respite

Just a dope, a mean A dopamine Irregular sanguine Embroiled canteen Surreal sunscreen Renege lights beam Convolute contorted Diversely distorted Whimsically imported Virago recorded Guffaws retracted Divulged esoteric tactics Disregarded semantics No real advantage Indigenous transient Final message transmit The wavelength extent Doomed irrelevant Vicariously elegant

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- Va-t'en, me dit la bise. C'est mon tour de chanter. - Et, tremblante, surprise, N'osant pas résister, Fort décontenancée Devant un Quos ego, Ma chanson est chassée Par cette virago. Pluie. On me congédie Partout, sur tous les tons. Fin de la comédie. Hirondelles, partons. Grêle et vent. La ramée Tord ses bras rabougris ; Là-bas fuit la fumée, Blanche sur le ciel gris. Une pâle dorure Jaunit les coteaux froids. Le trou de ma serrure Me souffle sur les doigts.

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Victor Hugo

Va-t'en, me dit la bise

- Va-t'en, me dit la bise. C'est mon tour de chanter. - Et, tremblante, surprise, N'osant pas résister, Fort décontenancée Devant un Quos ego, Ma chanson est chassée Par cette virago. Pluie. On me congédie Partout, sur tous les tons. Fin de la comédie. Hirondelles, partons. Grêle et vent. La ramée Tord ses bras rabougris ; Là-bas fuit la fumée, Blanche sur le ciel gris. Une pâle dorure Jaunit les coteaux froids. Le trou de ma serrure Me souffle sur les doigts.

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It bubbles up, remote warrigle squirming. Bursts out Ever Village. Each globule wile in vinegar- Pops cacophonous vile yore & I, Calypso Wise realm raucous, sips from green-tea sanskrit reagent. Boss' bogule arouse remissly in Aries. Loth the acme sac, jetsammed ungainly. Stow the phantom resplendent but wasn't there. & Sainfoin grows salacious under water color resin still resounding blissful visage beside wilting viols. Satan's deseronto lay virago. Woe-trance to Sydenham lethertramps drool in anglice till we meet again. Adsum, bona fide et cetera. I, ecce **** Disjecta membra.

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Feb 13, 2018

Feb 13, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC

dumbderien

Adsum, Bona Fide et Cetera

It bubbles up, remote warrigle squirming. Bursts out Ever Village. Each globule wile in vinegar- Pops cacophonous vile yore & I, Calypso Wise realm raucous, sips from green-tea sanskrit reagent. Boss' bogule arouse remissly in Aries. Loth the acme sac, jetsammed ungainly. Stow the phantom resplendent but wasn't there. & Sainfoin grows salacious under water color resin still resounding blissful visage beside wilting viols. Satan's deseronto lay virago. Woe-trance to Sydenham lethertramps drool in anglice till we meet again. Adsum, bona fide et cetera. I, ecce **** Disjecta membra.

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