Any style of poetry

Beautiful warrior

Her walk
Her talk
Her hair
So fair
Her skin
The wind
Her kiss
Raw bliss

She is beautiful
With lips so full
But yet she sees not
The beauty she's got
She shy
Insecure
But yet she's much, more
A hero
A survivor
And at times a good provider
She's afraid
She's brave
She's toxic
She's exotic
She's weak
She's strong
She's right
She's wrong
She's here
She's there
She's everywhere
My heart
My mind
My soul
She's a warrior
Who's worth is far above gold
Bet yet her story has yet to be told.

MIRROR ME

Mirror  Mirror
on my wall…
Am I soon
to tragedy fall?

For that is what
I hear you know?
From whispering winds,
high and low.

They say the potions
that I oft do make,
shall bring forth death
for evil’s sake!

But “how”, I ask thee,
can such be true?
For pleasured journeys
it takes me too.

Quickly removing
smothering weeds,
and society’s poison
planted in me.

My baggage light.
Inhibitions are few,
as my eyes are blurred
from a cold sharp view.

And when nigh is the time
for a cool wind of change,
I welcome the warmth,
through my cold and numb veins.

For This dungeon I live in,
is filled with cold hate.
And a bed full of thorns,
is where I must lay.

Father can’t protect me.
Mother’s fever is worse.
The wolf with white wool,
warns my potions are cursed.

So Magic Mirror,
upon my wall…
What sayeth thee,
of my rumored fall?

(the mirror speaks)

Silly girl
upon your chair,
look deep inside
my mirrored stare.

Truth lives inside,
but be thou warned,
with its reflection
fear is born.

Do you see the rose,
in my eyes of red?
Or do you see the tears
from its thorn that I bled?

Potions you own
are feared by those,
who see beauty only
in the sight of the rose.

For even the rose,
lovely as it seems,
has thorns of consequence,
clothed under velvet sheen.

What goes up,
will surely come down.
And you must lose yourself,
if your ever to be found.

The dark lonely night,
needs hope of a new day…
Just as the warm sun
would scald you if it stayed.

For every heart beat,
that shall tearfully end,
a babe cries out in fear,
as precious life begins.

So, yes my dear,
winds whisper truth today.
By the works of your potions,
your life will fade away.

You see, all things good
would not be good without
an equal host of evil
to define its well built house.

You must find in yourself
the peace that you need,
to have no regrets
and live with your deeds.

Never cast your cares
on a mirrored reflection.
And fear not the changes
the winds have detected.

Mother and father
should not be to blame.
The wolf in sheep’s clothing
is not yours to tame.

Potions and spells,
alone are just things.
You dear, are the goodness…
or the evil it brings.

As all things in life
Good or bad shall soon cease.
May the life you have left
Be a beautiful beast.

Refreshing , impressive .

The Ghost

what do you say when all's done and gone
when words are useless and actions speaks louder
what do you do when there's nothing left to say
when all you can do is breathe for another day

and he answers

I will wipe her name from my heart
as will the waves wipe the sand
of all imprints everyday
I will erase the memory of her face
from my mind and my heart
I will travel on and superimpose
another's laughter in my happiness

she is a ghost
haunting an empty house
she is a spectre
just floating dusts...

Romantic you were, we shared the best of times
I couldn’t believe my luck until six months down the line
You placed on me a slap, I began to cry
Then you did too and then I questioned why
Was it my fault, was I winding you up
I made you a coffee in your favourite cup
Time went by and everything was swell
Except for the time that you punched me, ring a bell
In the red corner a man much bigger than me
In the blue, delicacy and fear and that you could see
I thought I would die when your fingers grasped my throat
When I didn’t wear makeup as I was told not to gloat
Please don’t go, I’m sorry, I will change
Why are you like this Josh? Do you love me? I am pained
And through a year and six months the battle continued
In which you consistently told me I had the situation misconstrued
You didn’t want to hit me, I just made you mad
What did I ever do that hurt you so bad?
I arrived home on time, I didn’t see my friends
I followed all of your rules so our relationship wouldn’t end
I finally broke free, my liberator rescued my being
She helped me see all the things I hadn’t been seeing
She burst through the door as you swung with a knife
And if it wasn’t for her you would have ended my life
You took me through the courts where I stood fragile
I was told I was lying and the flashbacks, they piled
It felt like an eternity in my head
And at one point I assumed I would be better off dead
But I thank you for the experience for now I stand tall
I’ll never let anyone make me feel so small
I don’t wear scarves or heaps of foundation
To cover up marks from your frustration
I am now a woman with a sense of freedom
I AM A QUEEN AND YOU CANNOT ENTER MY KINGDOM
I SURVIVED YOUR DEMONS, YOU DIDN’T NOT WIN
KARMA WILL PROTECT ME, YOU CARRY NOTHING BUT SIN

Quirks

At times, I need reminded
That I'm a mere sapling
Of the Queen of the Andes.
That like the ambrosial Planarians,
I will regrow my head when I lose it.
That despite half a million people,
There's a reason I was chosen.

At times, I need to retreat
To my velveteen sunless cavern
Smelling of sandalwood and cotton,
Speaking only to dust bunnies,
The fictional soapers and psychopaths
Scattering my archives,
And of course, you.

At times, I need to traverse
The burgeoning expanse of wilderness,
To unleash my pearled tempest,
Thunderous and Jupiterian,
All in a torrid display
For you, my tectonic terra cotta,
To ground me.

Here's one of my personal favorites that I wrote and posted:
"There's an anchor inside me that leaves a heaviness in my chest.
There's also something keeping me above the water, almost like a life vest.
I've fallen off my ship and I don't know where I'm going.
The waves of my sea of despair are pulling.
I need a savior or at least a life raft!
Oh, I'm stupid... Asking a question so daft.
Why do I need help now? I've stayed afloat for so long..
I can't help but feel this is where I belong..
Maybe I'll just accept my fate in this water and, like a rock throw into this water, I'll drop.
My legs are tired of kicking under these rapid waves...Maybe I'll just stop?
Will losing every thing I have ever wanted hurt that bad?
Will the people who've had these high expectations be that sad?
Truth is, I don't know, but I'm already at the bottom of my sea...
And let me tell you, there's no air to breathe and darkness is all I see.
It's a shame too because I hear faint sounds of paddles above me..They're too late. "

My life is a line
A lifeline they call it
It starts with a beginning
and goes to an end

My lifeline is my own
I do with it what I choose
I know that may upset some people

But it's my lifeline

My own

Don't try to take that power from me
Don't try to take over my lifeline
And I won't take yours

It's just a game
let's see who can go on the longest

Wanna play?

Amazing, so beautiful! In lost in your words. Chelley Bean