Fatale Poems - Poems about Fatale

I wore my sins like velvet lace, Then set your garden all ablaze. I never once said I was kind-- I only promised not to mind. The chandelier you loved? It fell. I laughed and called it “doing well.” Your rules were quaint, but far too tight-- I loosened them with fire and bite. Abandon all grace here, my dear-- The wine is sharp,...

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His mind was made up Opinion unchangeable Irreversibly fixed Until he met a femme fatale With wily tricks He came around as easy as fiddle sticks...

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The trumpet cries beneath the neon glow, a golden wail that haunts the hollow night. The bass line walks where lonely spirits go, its heartbeat steady, low and laced with bite. Her voice is velvet, dipped in smoke and sin, a lullaby for hearts too torn to mend. She sings of love, of loss, of what has been, each note a ghost...

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she enters with a sly smile red lips curling like the edge of a blade she is the kind of woman you can't refuse even as you sense she will undo you her words weave like smoke soft and shifting they draw you close until you lose sight of the snare her face changes like the tide one moment familiar the next a stranger you...

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I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated. I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable - which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements (I don’t make the rules). That being said, if no one has an objection, in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice. . . Songs for this: HEATED by Beyoncé Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay ...

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I leave the auction sick, my mettle frayed A ghost, I fear, in oil clutched near my side No doubt, a ghost for which I've dearly paid! How best to next proceed, I must decide The painting I have bought portrays a man laid out upon a bed as if he sleeps A woman stands beside the low divan Offhand, I'd guess...

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"Valentine Fatale" Pull the violin strings from the heart like a corset undone there the softest rose, blood red plucked, the thorns played and petals cast as kitty discard from the breast of a Valentine fatale voluptuously falling into the open arms of Love, spilling over into romance like a broken dam ripely held in the bow of cupid smile passion full drawn into the delectable swim twirling...

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The phone's ringin', gettin' louder and louder, As it gets closer to her ear. She rolls over, tryna clear the haze, And sees a name she ain't too clear. "Femme Fatale," it says, and she's confused, Wondering who this person could be. A text comes through from the same unknown, Saying "agoraphobiac" in a message with a pic of her, but she...

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Agony of a broken heart When will it ever mend? Arrow shot a deadly dart Blindsided I did not defend. Betrayal was unexpected Wonder, did I do wrong? Sadly, he became infected To female singing siren song. Some broken hearts never mend Poetry Contest Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal 25/02/2022...

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In my bejeweled night sky gleaming seamless, you glitter like the glowing full moon, I soar in stardust on the wings of yearning to get suffused with your sapphire hue. In the rhythmic rhapsody of enticing wind, the feathers of my fervent longing flutter enthralled by the moonbeam of passion within your halcyon halo mesmeric. You make within my heart’s firmament a turquoise...

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Jello mold converts… frozen believers Trapped in plain sight, their freedom to lose Set in the form, immobile and suspect Hope locked in stillness —unable to move (Dreamsleep: July, 2021)...

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A black widow spider spins a silk thread into a near-transparent dream catcher; filling her with joy and her meals with dread. A very cunning, deadly flycatcher ready to pounce and mummify her food; she lies in wait like a body snatcher. Any damaged web gets quickly renewed with her sticky silk, resetting her trap; so struggling insects remain firmly glued. She secures victims...

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I found my soul a mile away from where I left it last, it lay in shreds on a bed of thorns to where it had been cast. And no amount of golden thread could fashion it back together, so, soul-less I must wander now these barren lands forever. Along with it you took my heart and cast this...

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[Paraphrase-translation of the song from Lady Snowblood.] Bright dusk buried in snow Only the sound of a baying hound And my wooden geta break the silence I stride with the weight of Heaven on my mind I embrace these nights My paper umbrella is more than it seems I have walked this path of a woman's life But my tears will not again Damp...

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The tempest kiss of seaweed miss. Her temper heard ~ his heart stirred. His ship astern and fast. The siren’s scorn lambaste; Blind youth’s reality is blurred. The satin hair of Whitney bright A pearlescent veil, the tide ~ Calm! Calm! It’s all a lie! ...

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