Abc Girl Poems

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Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Life has listened to me,
Why do you co-exit?
Love you all,
We all hate hatred.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?

Everyone broken my heart,
Why do you do me love?
Why do you want us everything?
We have given everything to us only punishment.

Sorrow is my companion now,
Why do you tears your drowsy?
The happiness you have received,
The realization of the world of sorrow.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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I  think  about   her
I  think  about   her

When  am   sick
I  call  her  name
I can't  forget  her
the   sweet  of  my  heart

I  really   love  her
And  her  name  is  my  dream
day   and   night
I  will  praise  her
All  days  of  my life

At  the time of my   death
It will be  a war
to  separate  our love in sorrow and toil.
She's my sweet,
the light of my life forever and ever.

I  really  love  her with all  my  heart
the  pole of my rib
from  Adam  and  Eve
the woman  was  great

She's my home
She's my  love
my soul

When am sick i call her sweet
to get back in life
Oh! she's my salt
She's my lamp,
my stars
I don't know  where to hide her
with her beautiful face
my heart

I think  about her
I  think about her
my love, my friend.

Copyright © sekitto kisakye | Year Posted 2007

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Don't be intimidated by my curves
my swervy loveliness
my mocha skin glistening in,
the moonlight inviting you in
don't be shy when you see my thigh
how silky and thick, long and slick those legs are
And that dip in my hip
Are you scared? Do you like the texture of my hair?
don't be intimidated by my voluptuous bosom
see how they hang, look how they swang
Chocolate globes with the fudgy peaks, more than a handful
thay speak, for themselves
my round rump but not too plump
sexy it is as it walks away
my gorgeous build should have you filled with
pride, lust and admiration
So show appreciation for the full figured diva
who stands before you
my swervy loveliness glistening in the moonlight
Inviting you in
I'm lovin the skin i'm in

Copyright © Jamila Strong | Year Posted 2012

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 Is her name,
getting into everything,
is her game,
she's as bright,
as sunshine,
and as fresh,
as new fallen snow,
and I love to watch her,
as she grows,
her curiosity beats it all,
even though,
she's 3 feet tall,
her blue eyes sparkle,
when she's done something wrong, 
and you can never be mad at her,
all that long,
her beautiful smile,
will make you weak,
even when,
she's being a sneak,
you can't help but love,
that sweet little girl,
with straw colored hair,
and bouncing curls.

Copyright © RobieLynn Collins | Year Posted 2014

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You looked at me, with your eyes so blue,
        freshly born like the morning dew,

The doctors placed you in my arms, 
  a little bundle full of beauty and charms,

Tears began to fill my eyes,
   for the sight of your face had me mesmerized,

I am the luckiest mommy – yes it’s true,
   All because I have you,

God gave me a gift- more precious than any
    Diamond, ruby, or pearl,

For has he blessed me with the most beautiful

Copyright © Melissa Mercado | Year Posted 2013

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I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
 As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
 Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
 But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
 My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled. 
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
 Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice, 
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing: 
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
 But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke. 
That was me just being a bloke!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah | Year Posted 2013

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 Pave way for your younger brothers, this is the price i have to pay
as 13 year old, first born girl I have no say in my education welfare 
my dad by now has already received my bride price  
I wonder why we are poor, with a price tag over my womanhood 
It a shame mama pima, the local brewer enjoyed my fortune to the last penny 

menarche is finally here, I must hide it, 
 for the 45 year old man would come to collect his due, remember am already paid for
there is no chance that two women can live in the same hut, often my dad will remark
I can hide, but they know where to find me
at the local rescue center, it's already over stretched 
At my tenth birthday i wasn't lucky to escape i had to face the knife

Mutilation at least, its not worse than clipping my wings of success 
with no education am stuck in the last century 
Am taught to be submissive,my sole role to my husband, "the man of the house."
as a woman i see no freedom the shackle are still on my wrist and ankle 
is this the free society?

The world is a cycle, efficient in recycling old vices 
domestic violence and gender inequality are here to stay 
am now a grow woman, and still i conform with the community
the community that downcast the liberal, women of class 
my kids  are about to be introduced to the "culture"

Divorced am now a single mother, 3 kids and on my early 20s 
trying to change a static society landed me to my new status 
"I want to  lead the world", my 8 year old daughter says. 
I want to believe that some day she will be given an opportunity 
but i will be no more, coz the culture would have killed me

Copyright © kenneth mwangi | Year Posted 2014

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I thought of myself as a damsel in distress,
As someone who needed saving,
And as I fell deeper and deeper I wondered who would catch me.
Time passed and as I fell I saw a sliver of light,
I tore back the paper and realized I could fight my own fight.
I could save myself.
I don’t need superman to sweep me off my feet,
I just need me.
Because ‘ME’ is who I want to be and ‘ME’ wants to be free,
And how can I be free if I keep expecting someone else to save me?
I don’t need a man.
I don’t need to hold your hand.
I don’t need you to help me stand.
I CAN wear the cape,
I CAN rock the tights,
I CAN fly.
I CAN do it ALL,
As long as I remember,
I’m not the damsel in distress,
I don’t need you to catch my fall,
I CAN do it all.

Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015

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There was a girl who lived a secret life,
they said she only came out at night.
Gone in the day, so no one would see her face,
but she had no reason to be ashamed.

They called her the angel of the night,
beautiful face covered with moon light.
A young girl, so shy,
would be gone as soon as it got bright.

As soon as it grew silent, 
as darkness fell,
this girl would come out, 
everyone staring as if they were under a spell.

There she goes walking up the street,
everyone watching like its something they've never seen.
though people did wonder if it was just a dream,
they still looked out there window to see the same thing.

They called her the angel of the night beauty lit up by moon light.

Copyright © Rachael C | Year Posted 2006

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I think about you every hour throughout my day/ I dont know what it is about you that makes me feel this way?/ but I want to let you know Im going to try to comprehend them in the nest few wrods that I say......
 Dam girl I stillcant belive you my boo....after all the drunk bull-sit I put you threw/ You make me better at everything girl I cannot lose/ Right now you the only woman that I choose/ You bring light to my rez life blues/ You make ,my heart beat faster than it normally moves I dont life being alone because I'm better off when my life is spent in two's/ Without your pretty face around girl I dont know what I would really want to do/ No matter what mi lady because this poem ws written just for you my sweet beautiful boo........

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill | Year Posted 2012

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The girl without a face 
Felt she had no place 
No place to call her own 
Lots of people all around 
Should she even make a sound? 
Would they notice? 
Would they care? 
Life just isn't fair! 
She's always alone 
Yet she wants to be known 
She feels her sadness to the bone 
Oh, its terrible to be so alone 
There must be an end to this madness 
All this grief, all this sadness 
No one knows the pain she feels 
She thinks the pain will never heal 
Surely there is a simple cure 
It must be a love so clean and pure 
A smile appears upon her face 
No more sadness upon this face

Copyright © Mallory Foster | Year Posted 2013

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You criticized me to the end of my 
existence. I completely lost myself, simply 
sitting made me anxious.
I was always waiting for you to call my 
name and point out another mistake. Self 
worth. What is that?
Quite frankly, I'm trying to rediscover 
mine. Since it has been perished. 
Diminished along with the feeling of 
I'm not comfortable anymore. I'm sorry if 
you think I'm superficial for liking clothes.
But I'm forever searching for an outfit that 
I don't have to tug at and readjust like my 
Sorry if my attitude isn't chipper when I 
first wake up in the morning after only 
getting 3 hours of sleep
because I had lay awake and analyzed 
every single one of my actions for the day,
after you insisted on pointing out 
everything I could have done better. Sorry 
that you think I'm a perfectionist,
because I'm more than aware that I'm not 
perfect. More than aware, because you 
remind me everyday.
I actually don't strive to be perfect, I just 
strive to be accepted. Your voice is like 
acid to my ears. 
All I want is one day of not having to hear 
your icy tone after you call me ignorant.
But ignorance is bliss, don't you know? I 
am so lost now that I actually miss the 
days that I was naive to this world.
The days where I just nodded and obeyed. 
Thinking that it would eventually change 
But changed me. I've become a 
heartless *****. Actually, I care SO much.
Though, no one knows that. If I come off 
as a *****, I'm truly sorry. But I feel 
constantly on edge,
like I have to either defend or prove 
myself. If someone compliments me, it 
has to be a joke.
Who could compliment such a worthless 
piece of human existence.
That's what I think of myself now. Your 
fault? No, it's mine. My fault for not being 
able to overcome this.
My fault for turning to drugs because 
Molly was the only one who could make 
me happy. 
I counted how many times I genuinely 
laughed this year. Six. All of them when I 
was high.
My fault for locking myself in the 
bathroom and not being able to look in the 
mirror without bursting into tears because 
I hated myself so much.
I'd sit there and write out lists. Lists of 
everything I needed to change about 
myself, because what I needed to change 
about myself was everything.
But, then what does that leave? Nothing. 
And if I am nothing, then I no longer exist.
I spent so much time trying to be good 
enough for you, that I forgot about what 
was good for myself.
Gabriella? Yeah I knew that girl. But she 
disappeared the day that she met you.

Copyright © Gabriella Thakhamhor | Year Posted 2014

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My Auntie                


When I was hopeless you were there

you picked me up, you showed me care.

Without the love you had for me

God only knows where I would be.

To me you were a second mom

a person I drew wisdom from.

In my corner every fight

you always cared that things were right.

I won't forget the things you've done

I felt like the adopted one

Ready now and feeling new

I couldn't leave not thanking you.

Copyright © alainey craig | Year Posted 2015

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You came to us within a blink of an eye,
Surprising all ,doctor,family, daddy and I.
Although your birth didn't  give me much pain,
They said you had a lot more to gain.

They held you back while I was sent home,
Just because you were different from the norm.
To them you may have looked like a fly,
But to me my girl your were greater than the sky.

To our life you added all happiness and joy,
In thanking  I want to hug you like a soft toy.
Fear nothing mum's always with you my little girl,
For always in my heart you'll  be my little world.

Amana Ifthikar Fawaz 

Copyright © Fathima Amana Fawaz | Year Posted 2016

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She is my life 
She is my joy
I want her all time
I need her all time
I cant live without her
She is my lucky charm
She is my golden touch
The word given to her
Keeps me warm
Keeps me secure
I am blessed
with this god's best creation
that I can never loose
She is my best friend
She is my mother
Love u maa Love u maa

Copyright © ananya acharya | Year Posted 2016

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You left?
Because of me is it?
It was all my Fault was it?

I did Everything for you to love me,
I did Everything for you to accept me,
I did it all because I love you
But why?How could you?!

You left and break the Promise,
Which you were suppose to not Break it,
Your words were all a Lie was it?
And This is Just a Game then you`ll end it

I was just a Replacement,My Love
and YOU slap it on my Face like how it hurts
I tried and Tried to Move on,
But it still hurts

You were Mad because of a Worthless Lie,
You were mad just like how someone Died
But My Dear,You don`t need to Prove it on me
`cause I know I`m not the perfect one to thee

And Now may I tell you this,
That my Love is never Ending,
Whenever you hurt me
It just makes me love you more...

It makes me Feel heaven to fall for you,
But your life was in hell when I did too
So now I`m leaving and won`t come back
Because you left me Because of me.

Copyright © Pretend Its Poetry | Year Posted 2013

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Do I hold any value
to you?
Cause you are a
million dollar bill
Guess it all depends
on the world view
Truth is im ill
Paper can be so
Life has set us
I'm in its left hand
while you're its
Know you're still in
my heart

You still make my
broken clock tick
Get in my head
Your that chick
Otherwise im brain
Truth is you deserve
the best
Go and do what I
I'm failing gods
Just use my strength
I forgot

10 bucks to anyone
who understands it

Edit - 8/9/14
I'm gonna just say
the meaning behind
it line by line
since no one gets
it, haha.
Am I worth anything
to this girl, she is
everything to me.
But then again that
depends on how
society views us two
individually since
most peoples
standards of the
opposite sex is also
determined alot
by social status.
I have issues.
Paper ( money ) can
be light and
but people would
really take care of
a million dollar
bill if it existed.
aka the girl
Weve been apart.
Im in a totally
different state of
mind and life then
she is now.
But she is still in
my heart.

Shes still the one i
think about.
Am I still what she
I need her help to
escape my issues.
However I understand
why were apart and
you deserve the
Do life at its best
cause the girl
really is an
achiever and a great
Im failing but you
should continue to

Copyright © Ross Mindyobusiness | Year Posted 2014

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Betroth her to me,
If she will never stop amazing my spirit.
Bring her to me, 
If she will never stop beautifying my heart.
Hand her to me,
If she will never stop spoiling me with love.
Entrust her to me,
If she will never stop till she fight my war.
Leave her to me, 
If she will never wish for my death before the hour.
Send her to me,
Let our hands lock in wed.
Send her to me,
Let our oneness soul united.

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole | Year Posted 2013

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A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul

With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want

Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother

Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all

They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash 
And dust that filled the air

Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor

Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.

She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister

She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world

She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in

As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing 
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags 

She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless

As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear

She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
          Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength 
    Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest 
Till this dander evil king is no more

She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain 

Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Copyright © PEGGY MAKOENA | Year Posted 2015

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<  >A child is born and with pride
       they say 'its a girl'
       a baby girl grows to  a little girl
       that little girl grows to be a girl
       then comes a teenage girl
       this beautiful rose blooms desirably to a woman

       have you ever wondered what makes a woman  a woman
       is a woman defined by her past
       can one's child wood complete an identity
       is a woman defined by her life experiences
       i wonder
       is it this invisible warmth this gender turns to have?

       as nature takes its cause 
       child bearing is life threatening game
       still a woman takes an oath to be a woman
        she never wonders what she might have done
        to deserve to be a woman
        woman are for ever proud to be who they are

Copyright © odeline chigwedere | Year Posted 2012

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This is a prose to my dream girl,
A dose of creamy cakey dream,
Yes, she is in a dream.

The pose lost to the modeled statue of Liberty changes,
All North’s and East’s brought together and wrote on same pages,
Fairytales branded realistic finally...

A man has no point of survival without belief,
Enough details…

Song quality voice determines the evening‘s end,
No more crocodile smiles of pretend,
The very smile she causes me to intend,
How lovely that this night be without end.

Clouds are our ship to that vicinity of flowery cradle,
Her presence to this darkened house a candle,
Her hands through my body are a love ladle,
Please don’t let me awake for I will with life struggle.

She is a keeper,
My own contentment’s keeper,
Every action I desire I get from my mind reader,
My other half you are my minority leader.

Purple roses will insult your every awaking moment,
All those lost youth emotions she re invents.
Love brings forth a desirable present,
A worthy life lived with content.

Now I ask if you are fit for my loving.
For tonight I celebrate my love for you,
And hope that deep inside you feel it too…

Copyright © Emmanuel Madande | Year Posted 2016

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Dear girl 
Why do you hate your face? Why do you  want to change to become more like them? Why do you think it is ok to hold your hands on your hips and roll your eyes as of your looking for your brain? Dear girl why do you think it's ok to love but not be loved? Dear girl why is it OK for you to became a mother before becoming a wife? Dear girl why do you think no man is worth your your heart but can steal your soul? 
Dear girl why is it OK to leave behind your innocence as if it's not worth more then two cents? Dear girl why do you think you can't amount to the same things the person does besides you? 
Dear girl why do you think you can hide your pain and history behind the mask of makeup as if it's a mask that makes up what you want people to see and not the insecurities that flow in you dear girl? Dear girl why are you running away from which ever way the wind blows as long as your running away from the pain and tragedy of your pass? Dear girl stand tall live life because it's worth living dear girl. Be proud your worth ever ounce of happiness you see dear girl be free. 
Poem by:Ciera Shanell

Copyright © Ciera Simmons | Year Posted 2015

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I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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You're the end of the rainbow,
My pot of gold,
You're mommy's little girl to have and to hold.
A precious gem is what you are,
You're mommy's bright and shining star.

You're the spirit of christmas,
My star on top of the christmas tree,
You're the easter bunny to daddy and me.
You're sugar,
You're spice,
You're everything nice,
And sweet,
And funny,
And you're mommy's little girl,
Always for me to love and hold!!!

Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013

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I find myself
dancing alone
at odd intervals

I'm that girl 
the one 
with crazy dreams and a heart full of nails

I'm the girl no one knows
and if you listen real close
you might figure out this is all a dream

something make believe
I created
and if I erase myself out
will you put yourself in?

I'm sure you have all these lies to tell about my soul
and if you pay attention you could learn something
dancing with yourself at odd intervals you could be the person nobody knows.

Copyright © jamie anderson | Year Posted 2013

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A novel in the works
A painting in the making
She was an unfinished masterpiece
A wedding cake, not quite through baking
A tree still sprouting
A flower still blooming
A mustang behind it’s fence
Still unmoving
Her death was one of beauty they say
Angels came down from the heavens
Stars now shine brighter they claim
She certainly left an impression
On me, especially
Because I knew she’d be unfinished
How could she have an end,
any greater than her beginning?
Born to be special
but also to die young
Born to change lives
but to never live one
Because God couldn’t let an angel live on earth
and walk amongst this sickness
No matter how much I needed to complete
our unfinished business

Copyright © Mckenzie Boyer | Year Posted 2015

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I'll be your girl for the spring time when the flowers are in bloom, we'll wonder through the meadow, strolling hand and hand to smell the sweet perfumes, of the flowers and every night I'll hold you tight underneath the April moon light. I'll be your girl for all 4 seasons all the way through, because I'd love to be everything for you. I'll be your girl for the summer, so we can walk on the beach and play in the sand together. We'll spend the days together maken love and getting a tan, on the beach at sun set we'll be strolling hand and hand. I'll be your girl for all four season's all the way through, because I love to be everything for you. I'll be your girl for all four season's during the fall and if you fall down, I will pick you back up. I'll be your girl during the season of winter, when the snow falls on the ground so we can cuddle by the fire, and keep each other warm, so you'll know I will always be around. I'll be your girl for all four season's all the year through. 

By Julie McKoon
I hope it sounds like a poem now.
I do try, to make sense.

Copyright © Julie Mckoon | Year Posted 2016

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Girl of my dreams
Sometimes I feel my heart beats hate faster than the heart of Satan/
Seeing you in his arms brings me to the level I'm hatin/
Ain't no fakin that I barely know you/
Only met a couple times and I'm convinced that I'm the guy for you/
See baby that dude ain't worthy/
He only noticed your beauty occasionally/
Like February/
Shower you in chocolate and flowers when you need to be loved on the daily/
Today you walked passed me and smiled/
Meanwhile I'm thinking there goes the girl of my dreams walkin passed me now/
And tonight I close my eyes/
Dreamin bout what our love lives might be like/
How I would kiss you from your lips and end up between your thick ass thighs with no cellulite/
But tonight a lil different/
I dreamt bout scheme that could probably get me sentenced/
The idea sounds crazy but the danger seems acute to the lovin well be makin/
I'd go find out where he sleeps and/
Wait a couple weeks and/
Make friends with the guy and sell em some pills that could put em into eternal sleepin/
Ain't no time to be afraid no more it's time for bravery/
It's time to put into action the world class scheme that will get me the girl of my dreams/
I walked up to em lik whats up buddy tryna get right?/
He answered what you got? I pull out some pills in bag that's air tight/
I said just put a couple in your drink and it'll get you tighter than the seems in your jacket/
See wacthn em all them weeks got me knowin all his lil bad habits/
As he pops the pills in his drink that will ultimately put em in his casket/
I imagine myself as king and you as my queen/ how you would make a garden and I'd would rake the leaves/
He lifts the cup the cup to his lips and bring life to my dreams

Copyright © Junia James | Year Posted 2016

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Not everyone see it
Not everyone wants it

Dark skinned
Born with it
Bleach it

Looking in the mirror and sees no beauty
Look at her friend
And see her end

Won't be seen as pretty
What a pity
She cries cause she's dark
Her skin so african
So brown
So fair

She is a dark skinned girl
Her beauty conquers that of a pearl

Society claims she doesn't do it
So all they do is spit
Spit right in her face

Society says she's dark "how can she be beautiful"
And I say she is a dark skinned princess
Her beauty is priceless
Cause she has the beauty of a dark skinned girl

Copyright © Boipelo Mo | Year Posted 2015