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I Am My Own
Don’t think of me when you leave here. Don’t peruse the landscape of my breasts, or linger at the crux of my thighs,
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPeeled
Why must your knees touch floors of standard when you are oh so special? Here's a reason or two; you aren't any more or any less than the next floor.
Naomie MalekeraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsKissed by Fire
She lets down her hair Coils of bronzed copper and burnished gold Shakes it back from her face As she lets loose a triumphant laugh
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSleeping Beauty
Do you think about him when you dream, when the nights are bright and the stars gleam? After eating an apple from a lady today,
Elizabeth KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEmpty Conversations
I don't care for your empty conversations, Words that mean nothing, Words being said for the sake of being words, To fill an otherwise uncomfortable silence.
Cosmic
I have seen galaxies burst into existence, burning towers of stars crashing through dirt-floor blackness and up into the arms
Teyana JacksonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsForgotten
Why am I still so sad When I see your face at night My heart sinks instead of soars When you are in my sight Things that gave me butterflies
Misuse
What are humans for? With a vulnerable anatomy, Surely we need to be loved and cared for? Keep away from fire. Do not mix with other fabrics.
I Like You...
You are the epitome of seductive eloquence. I am drowning in your absence. You were poetry I struggled to interpret. Conceptions we're abundant amoungst the inadequate informant.
Kiesha 'KSsense' sadlerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWar Dance
We are all dancing within the lifeless wind of life. Standing hoping to be guided by a false light. Some take that and call it a night while others ponder around waiting for a fight, but that’s no brawl to engage in. Life will take you out before you even get to swinging. So dodge that inevitable war of life, before you get too lost in the fight. Hopefully once you’ve realized its not right, you can begin to finally call it a night.
Simariyah CallahanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHiraeth
Sat here listening, it's some band I know you liked. A friend on the phone, pop into my head. All of a sudden, all of a sudden.
I Will Not Make You a Sandwich
If patience is a virtue Then I'm not very virtuous Tell me to calm down Like a fool And feel the flames Of my wrath consume you
A. R. AmbrosiPublished 7 years ago in Poets