Women Fantasy Poems

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.
He did more than his share of chasing women, 
and locals claim he was...

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In the desolate temple of the soul, flesh weaves over bone a silent epitaph,
Spirits lock thought within the ark of thought, and sometimes, a divine...

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Most women have grown tired of just being women,
Weary of always being the flowers of unending seasons, awaiting to be plucked
And placed in vases for...

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I could never really understand
Why some women
Won’t give me the time of day
And seem to look the other way
Or I feel like I’m being hunted
And...

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Dreams are a window to the future, real or surreal - poet.

If it was a dream it was like no other,
soft, delicate, with silky feathers
the...

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In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax,
Lone women walk with hearts as hard as bitter stone.
A flame of pure pride, in their...

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On the silver plain of eternity, the streams of silence flow uninterrupted,
In search of majesty, the white man, with branches of stars on his forehead.
Hunters...

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She struts
from the pages of infamy 
Black bold and beautiful 
No straightening of her Afro 
She owns her gorgeous 

Forget “The man,”
She’s got things to...

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In the bounded citadel of slumbering souls,
Where the search is mute and the waiting - an unwritten world,
Wrestling roots of unplanned love twist and coil,
Bursting...

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Through the star-veiled veil of night where mystery unfurls its cloak,
The eyes of women, beacons flickering on the crests of the cosmic vastness,
I lose myself...

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I've never expected rain to fall on my hand.
But through the will of God it has fallen. 
Grass has grown greener but deep down the...

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Her vined plants strangled her in her sleep
We knew it might happen, she sleeps so deep
Only ninety-nine, one of the cousins said.
We felt bad too...

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next to fountain nude she stood,
a delight for all manhood!

her skin was fair, curls so black,
muscles showed down to her back.

her hands were on both...

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Linda never lived up to her husband’s fantasy
Sheba had porcelain skin of alabaster hues
Her ruby lips hid a brilliant mind
She passed at twenty-three
Leaving an open...

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Her mother said “no color”
Her father would concur. 
He never went against her mother.
Neither did her sister or her brother.

But I am an artist, she...

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