Are nights to cry

Let me emphasize and apologize for admiring you, but your beauty is rare. I love the moments we just hold each other and stare at the amazement of one another.

Elevation is what I'm trying to do but my self-doubt won't let me make it through the doors that lead to my blessings. I keep trying to think positive only to end up stressing and protesting that my dreams aren't meant to come true and maybe this life is all I have to look forward to.

You see in him there

You know how when one door closes the other door opens?

Through my eyes I see your soul,

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How would it feel to float

Readers discretion please be advised - This poem's nature and language might cause upset or trigger.

The first step is the hardest. Could it be because there’s no more land beneath your feet after that first step? The dog is barking with urgency, while your heart is beating with passion, and your foot hovers over a ledge taunting gravity and fate. Calling you The Fool isn’t an insult to your bravery nor an applause. You are pure adrenaline, you are the heart falling into the stomach, the stomach jumping into the throat. You might be naive or tired of everyone calling you what you’re not. You’re just The Fool facing this new beginning that may have been by Chance, but that’s no reason to pass it up.

Water bombing aircraft Assisting fire fighters below. Seemingly have little impact As the fires continue to grow

I am usually attracted to the cover, the synopsis, or even the author's name, when I choose a book to read. Then there are other times, when I choose a book by reading the first three sentences on the first page. However, Amanda Lovelace's poetry collection's title was the one that did it this time. the princess saves herself in this one.

he is,

Yes, my darling, I am the one asking for the favor

Superbowl Sunday,

You know how when one door closes the other door opens?

Lift your voice and let your words speak of passion and power that echoes through the hallways where we were once segregated and separated because our presence was intimidating.

Loud and ghetto to a T, this is the perception they have of me. Bad attitude and eyes that could roll all the way to the back of your head. She may not be classy but she definitely might be good in bed. Don't wife her, one night her and leave the money on the night stand, go ghost no follow back or post that makes her wonder where y'all stand.

Let me emphasize and apologize for admiring you, but your beauty is rare. I love the moments we just hold each other and stare at the amazement of one another.

Through my eyes I see your soul,

It's a 90s Rnb kind of vibe, we lay listening as our minds get stimulated by deep conversations, I intrigue you with my knowledge and empower you with my words.

Fairytales told me that clouds are like pillows.

From Robert Lee Brewer's blog, Poetic Asides, "For today's prompt, write a trap poem."

The

you stole my dreams

you took what you wanted from me

I find it easier to smile

Am I the only one

You with your lies, unkind, words, fists of furry and backward elation.

Infected,

Let's talk about the broken heroes -

When will he leave

Are nights to cry

You see in him there

There I stood in somber notion.

The meaning of power, within Ozymandias, is someone who possesses authority and a great social structure which lasts for a long time. Ozymandias, by Percy Shelly, is a poem about a king who was known to be “the best of the best.” He was the one who had a lot of power but overtime lost a lot of power and almost became nothing. Although he had a statue, there was almost nothing left but the legs and the hip. Throughout the poem, we can see that the idea of power can be considered as something that’s misused, temporary, and forgotten.

Vacantly, eyes stare into the frozen earth

The moment we've all been waiting for hasn't yet arrived.