"warrioress" poems
*Roaming lioness,
Through the plains
Yearning for a mate
Yearning for a pride
In which is gone
No lion in sight,
The lioness softly roars
In emptiness and sadness
Her cries not heard
By a single ear of a lion
She lies softly in the dry beige grass
She wants to give up
It's all she can do
She roars again in frustration
She is the last of her kind,
Why must it come to this?
Last of the lions and lionesses
Killed by careless humans
Last survivor
Last warrioress
Lost hope*
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
Athena
Athena the Warrioress
Athena the Sorceress
Athena the Healeress
Athena the Priestess
Athena fights eternally for Light
Her Heart shines forever Bright
And for Eternity Athena will slay
Those who abuse sentient beings in any way
She is the One who fights for Eternity
Until all sentient beings become a Divinity
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Today I battle
my own negativity
the dark side of
my moon
glowing cold
in the sear
of burns
those little
inflamed live
scars receiving
the salt
of tears
that I gather
in opaque blue
and indigo-hues
in the privacy
of the soft spaces
in the drawers
of my heart
little aches
that grow
as the hours
get smaller
little quakes
on low
in emotions'
faded squalor
and as I plunge
over that
spiritual abyss
draw in my
knees, let the
winds brush
my lips
in a mocking
lovers' kiss
and try to catch
that beating mass
as it bursts
right through
my chest,
in broken slips
of shattered
glass
I tell myself
in whispers
"No, warrioress!
This time
you will not
be destroyed"
and I fling
my heart,
so bruised
into the
burning,
golden
void
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
I have been left
floating
my arms out
in mid-action
as if to stop
what might have always
inevitably come
and I am dangling
above forest and brush
above wild animals
who look at me
in wonder
my goddess energy
in temporary shock
my grief
billowing behind me
like an 18th century gown
in a black cloud of mourning
it threatens to
drown me completely
but my secret weapon
is to let it ride its course
to feel it in all intensity
For I know
this will pass
I will be ok
and so I let it go
untethered
like a river's rushing current
like a pocket of turbulence
like a storm that whips up,
engulfing quiet
in sudden froth
my hair flows
like a manga warrioress,
about to strike
her revenge upon the Earth
rage in arrows that pummel
your confused, bruised heart
where truth hides
within layers
upon layers of
veiled
night air
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
Once upon a time in a far away land
there was a girl with a golden hand.
She lived to dream and dreamed to live,
and once she loved she loved to give.
Her perfect face had silver eyes.
Those silver orbs held golden lies.
Her platinum hair cascaded down,
a nimbus of light, seraphim's crown.
Enchanted looks, by angels blessed
with skin of ivory, ocean's crest.
Body like the Goddess Bast,
catlike grace with snakelike past.
Elegant hands wove magic light,
spinning threads throughout the night.
She wrapped the world within her web,
controlling tides, the flow and ebb.
Seductress, warrioress, lovely queen,
she's breathless beauty, strength unseen.
Once upon a time in a far away land
there was a girl, with a golden hand.....
Jun 28, 2010
Jun 28, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
Beneath the
burning snowflakes
of my consciousness
I stand
ensconced in ice
a statue in
your garden
all the verdant,
living treasures
I have given
around you,
burst from
my womb
in volcanic fibers
molten lava
of puce
of ochre-toned
vibrancy
that pierces
through the strata
of our own
personal history
archeological insights
of who we have been
love in frequencies
that once
met their destination
echoes of fire
falling in viscous
bands of liquid
upon my outspread fingers,
uncaught
You
once loved me in parts
My snowflowers
will stay with us
but I will not
the tenth
of me that you see
is already disappearing
worn down
from your stance
of constant dark
not the dark of richly
pungent mineral layers
of blackest black
but lackluster
in taste and texture
no match
for my warrioress heart
For deep inside
this clear glass casing
are rivulets
flash floods
about to break
the gelid frost surface
bursting through
in cracks
like end-of-winter
river rushes
like seismic explosions
sulphur-rocked
My wild totem
is emerging
antlers glowing from
my crown
They are clashing
rustling up trees
whipping winds of magic
that tumult
right past the
icicles of your posture
And the last gift
I will ever
give to you
are the shards
that have already
melted from my
own estric heat
and, even then,
you will be too numb
to understand
and now, comes
in resonated whisper
my soul is out the door
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
And I am a Woman
who so knows herself
my inner power
alive and kicking
more as each
Blessed year
passes by
My light growing
my blood flowing
into the Universe
as it speaks through me
I have strength
that could electrify
a thousand stars
gathered over many years
of my life's battles
and wars
Mine is a quiet sort
Of fortitude
unstoppable with tears
I am my own warrioress
When it comes to my fears
I have my guides
and they know me well
goddesses and angels…
old friends
wielding
magic spells
But nevertheless
I have
A vulnerable side
Underneath the layers
Of protection and pride
an enchanted forest
of moss and green
a sacred space
that only few will see
Inside this inner sanctum
I am as soft as
fine silk
I let down my guard
as emotions flow
like milk
I am an unlikely
desert flower
Who just wants to
open up to you
to be opened
petal by petal
to receive the waters
of your tender care
most vulnerable
with her
stamen exposed
to be cherished
in the cool night air
I am delicate
as tiny spring buds
caught in the
harshest winter
storms
yet who persists
despite the odds
to keep her
cold spots warm
There is a rumor
In the foreign lands.
Some say
(especially in the East)
I have the elixirs
to tame
the most savage
kind of beasts
(Indeed,
Sometimes
as they come for a
sweet, well deserved rest
lay their huge, furry heads
upon my tender breast)
As for you, my Wild One
I think I hold the potion
to the key to your heart
to your beautiful soul….
Yes, poetry in motion
I want to bring it such light
Ignite your embers
To a spark
I could fill you up
So much
You just might not
feel your inner
Dark
But there is something
important to remember
The One who finds my key
Is the one
Who will be crowned
Defender
Of my tender soul
In all its hues
And asymmetry
Oh, Please, my love
Use it wisely
With the most loving
Of discretion
For under the armor
My heart beats raw
Laid bare
To love and passion
Otherwise
My pain will have no end
And I will have to go
Into battle once again
Now
Inside my
sacred cave
I rest
Need to re-charge
For the next
Battle cry
Lift up
Your heart,
To me, my love
Release it
Let it
fly
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
up from luminous dream,
in the soft hours
of deep night's thrall
suddenly discovering
I am in
our small corridor,
no longer
a narrow hall
for now, to my wonder
it is stretched into
milky-way cathedral
walls robed in
flashes of
lit-up nostalgia
on black
I float, eyes wide
mind open, a-light
naked skin splashed in
the cool nocturnal breath
and before me,
a vast gallery
of memories:
faces in frames,
some long gone
some now turned from
round baby cheeks into
vibrant adolescent beauty
delicate curls on toddlers
now muscular,
fire-talking angels
ancestors who I never knew
but who I am named for
stare in sepia elegance
their eyes
piercing my soul
I am a warrioress
clothed in memories'
sub-conscious fabric
my weapons,
the love
that backs me up
so full it oozes out
from the ether
spews from geysers
soaks up through
the earth
stains beaten feet
my fingers feel it
in strokes of
wind-whipped canticles
generations standing
behind me,
before me
ready to rise
holding staffs
live epitaphs
ready to split the rock
My center is lit up in
past and present voices
echoing prayers
I feel them in my
heart-tunnels,
reverberating
they turn
future ponderings
into endless possibilities
I let them all in,
absorbing strength
into deep tissue
and the hell in my spine
opens its scars
like
flowers of
the
night
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 7:21 PM UTC
I am no
warmonger
Yet, today,
I am ready
for battle
Hand above brow
searching the mountains
for enemies,
I hold my staff
My sword in tow
My face upturned
To the burning snow
Yes, I am
A warrioress
In her half-polished armor
Some parts shiny, as if new
others marked, beat up
dented, burnt
a rough-hewn tribute
to the steely trials
I've been through
War goddesses
Sekhmet and Athena
Freyja, Astarte
By my side
As I ready my stallion
For the dangerous ride
"We are lucky,"
I whisper, in her beautiful ear
"That time is on our side...
No time for fear"
I am my own commander
In this field of combat
I only have my heart
To wear on my sleeve
I will take my victory
In my vulnerability
Before I close the
doors again
So all of those
non-desireable factors
Better not
upset me
I have always come in peace
I am a gentle soul
But all of this….
Now the tables have turned.
I am ready to yell
My battle-cry
Arms posed for arrow strike
Hair streaming wild
Eyes with the focus
Of a hawk
Watch out.
Take heed.
For I have learned
That good girls
Fight back.
No need to
Senselessly
Bleed
No need to take
unnecessary flack
I have had enough
Of apologies
Enough lowering my brow
I am taking Life
Into my own hands
And my time
To live is
Now
Stand back
Here I come
Move aside
Before I
come
undone
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
She sits
looks up
at the stars,
eyes a-light
with turquoise fire
Her dreams weave
a tapestry of colors
and dancing stars
She might not know it,
but her heart is pure
like the arc of a moonbeam
Her hands cup sunlight
which she sips like water
and it glows out from her
Both warrioress
and artist,
feet on ground
yet dreams celestial
her inner wisdom shines
with what in these fourteen years
she has learned
and will always know
So there she sits
humming a sweet song
There she sits
and glows
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
Rainbows of light
that's what I'm sending you
Each color
penetrates
each chakra
cleansing and strengthening
re-filling with light
and purity of spirit.
Each color magnifies its healing property:
Violet, lucidity of connectedness
the channel ever-clear
creativity always flowing.
You know yourself and always will.
Indigo, clarity of mind's eye
that third eye that you so allow to see
positive and true
Deep ocean blue
for communication in tongues
only for the benefit of the soul
for expression of the outpouring of spirit
releasing the burdens of your heart
as unexpected challenges arise.
Verdant green, like the jungles of your heart
Wild and untamed yet ever vast in gentleness
overflowing with love
balancing you into harmony's swing
serenity's caress soothing your soul
Sunlight yellow
right in your solar plexus
shining as a sun lights up from within
allowing you to trust
and re-trust your gut feelings
your inner wisdom alight.
Orange, pure glow of fire,
waiting to burst forth
from bud to flower
for femininity to unfurl,
both tender and fierce
as the lioness knows to be.
For joy to envelope every cell of you
every fraction of who you are and will be.
Finally, red , embers aglow
flames dancing
flames from which your strength
and vitality emerge
the source of your courage
in this battle.
And so, my fellow warrioress,
I send you rainbows.
To buoy you up
To thread you with light
to match, cell for cell,
the strength and healing
in colors.
I stand by you as we wave our flags
as we run through the
wilds in our battle cry
I am with you all the time, every hour
of the universe
silent like the huntress
stalking its prey,
tender as the mother
with babe to the breast
fierce enough to stave off the enemy
Standing at your side
Ready to catch you, if needed
Ready to help you generate rainbows of your own.
The power, my love,
is within your fingertips
within your smile
within each stunning
beat of your heart.
Rise up, and allow it
to weave through
the mosaic
of you,
a rich tapestry that spills unto the sacred plain
You,
my rainbow,
my light.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
WARRIORESS
I see you stand there so tall and strong
bravely facing what will come
You have no fear of battle
and will hold our banner sweeping
Its not the surge of men and arms that will make you turn aside
It is times like this
On moon bright nights when all are sound and sleeping
The whyspered thoughts
and empty arms and a hearth fire your not keeping
We have made our choices you and I
and other hands will rock the cradles
We will be the Guardians of our Way now as long as we are able.
The trumpets blows and the camp awakes it is time again for strength
Now you rouse them all with your sirens call
and battle songs and chants
We are the Guardians of our Way and the time has come to let our
steel dance.
Solita - 2006-@-Copywrite
Jan 2, 2010
Jan 2, 2010 at 11:50 AM UTC
A warrioress needs a warrior
To match the rhythm of her wild heart and run wild with it
Ignite her flame and set fire to her soul, let her untamed spirit fly free
Together they transcend in love
Swirling like a whirlpool galaxy
With a million stars shining
Exploding like supernova
Soaked up in stardust
Gracing the infinite space
Higher and higher
In divinity
©Sonia Ettyang
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
But I am not you
I could not understand
The shock barely believed you
Confessing his ***** hands
It rolled off like water from duck
And I think I have plumbed the depths
And gone the distance
But I am not you
I don't know what its like
To have been abused
For you to believe that you didn't fight
For all those years
Im not sorry I cant understand
Its a much much deeper remorse than that
Clutching at my hidden fears
But don't think that means we cant go there
Or that I will chicken out and leave you crushed behind
Never ever
Please begin to trust yourself and take my hand
And show me your strength
The ebbs and flows
You need to heal me into your pain
I am not you
You are beautiful
You are strong
You did fight
But the war is long
And here you are still on the front line
Never backing down
Advancing with time
Warrioress
For many years you were a soldier of truth in a battalion of one
I need a medic
My emotions have burst
Someone stretcher me off
Im not you
But im here in the trenches
Im not turning back
We're in this
We're buying time back
I didn't really craft these words
That's creepy
They are just the truth unfiltered
Im sorry there's no structure
But who would want to build a monster
Im not ashamed anymore of saying what I feel to you
I am becoming you
believe me
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC