Poems About Strength Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about strength published by members recently online.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
Down But Never Out
Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
#love
#strength
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
Down But Never Out
Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
#love
#strength
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
Down But Never Out
Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
#love
#strength
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
283 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
Down But Never Out
Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
#love
#strength
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
559 reads
5 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
559 reads
5 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
559 reads
5 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
559 reads
5 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
16th Jan 2022 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
559 reads
5 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 3:22am
13th Feb 2024 3:22am
The Sleeping Terrain Of Thought
sacred thought kept in tear's regrets
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness
vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly
painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow
keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle
...
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness
vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly
painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow
keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle
...
#love
#strength
#StreamOfConsciousness
203 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 3:22am
13th Feb 2024 3:22am
The Sleeping Terrain Of Thought
sacred thought kept in tear's regrets
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness
vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly
painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow
keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle
...
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness
vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly
painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow
keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle
...
#love
#strength
#StreamOfConsciousness
203 reads
14 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Feb 2024 3:22am
13th Feb 2024 3:22am
The Sleeping Terrain Of Thought
sacred thought kept in tear's regrets
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness
vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly
painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow
keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle
...
fall down my cheeks in ripples of sorrow
I covet the honesty of my sadness
vulnerable in truth
guile resides in shadows
I prefer sunlit places where dreams are alive
though painful they never really die utterly
painfully aware of their beauty
they paint vistas on the horizons
and duly we follow
keening epiphanies alter our course
it is a solemn thing to live
to exist at all is pain
from umbilicus to breath
the first touch of air to skin
makes us startle
...
#love
#strength
#StreamOfConsciousness
203 reads
14 Comments
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