Best Aaliyah Poems

Age ain't nothing but a number.
Aerial ruby-red
Lithe liana and
Impulsive night-black jaguar,
Young, playful, wild, 
Amusing in chime... 
Hues of metal and blood flood.

Axes make crosses.
Aluminium nonchalant moon
Licking leaves of the purple willows.
I discern a vague amber face
Yelling through winds, smokes and ashes.
Anchors and chains, arms and...

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she could dance she could sing
and do almost anything and everything
she got on the plane
and was happy of her fame
but as she glanced out the window on her left
she didnt expect death
as the plane hit the mountain and slowly tumbled
it crashed in something you wouldnt...

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She is not made of atoms,
but aftermaths—
the kind that linger in a room long after
the lights remember to flicker back on.

Her spine?
An origami of fallen yesterdays,
creased by collapse,
but folded forward into flight.

They call it resilience,
but she knows better—
it’s architecture,
a cathedral of nerve built from
"this will...

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