Short She Poems
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Her disappointment
Has outlasted her a lifetime
She now hates all men
Because of one awful man
Stereotyping sadness
He says
what she doesn't know
won't hurt her
I say violence
can be swift and hidden
and do damage
Just the same.
I tried
to tell her
not to resort
to slum
dating
and living
but she just
did not see
the queen
she was
inside.
she had supernatural energy
could lift a car with one hand
her amazing family synergy
was discussed throughout the land
I am no body
husk of maiden, shell of she
smiling Buddha cheeked
children crawl from crossed legs
poetry flies from my hands
She is as cold
Like the earth in the morning
Where 'er she be
What 'er she does
She is still as cold
Like in the winter
Form:
it was as if she was demeter
she was frolicking on the first day of spring
nurturing her body with the fruits of her labor
it was as if she was demeter
she was frolicking on the first day of spring
nurturing her body with the fruits of her labor
The sweetest vision
She is the intimate prime
Fascinating dream
My lust for more fantasies
Respite, receive the reward
My wife said she would die first, I must wait my turn,
she who must be obeyed now rests in a ceramic urn.
7/22/2018
Dirty Dancing, in
Voluptuous pose, she grasps
Imaginations
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-10.php
she walked stiff legged
balancing with difficulty...
wearing stilettoes
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I know she loves me.
But even more important,
She knows I love her.
She wanted to die,
But they knew it was a lie.
She would always cry
After all of what she'd try
To end all the reasons why.
Salty tears she cries,
her sorrows rain that's falling...
from the bluest eyes!
date:5/21/19
She was the ash that died out after the smoke
He thought
She is the high that remained after the smoke
He realized
-Puvi-
It was a moon ago,
that l saw,
saw her in magnificent robe,
my senses to rob,
in my heart, l opened of the door the knob
After much struggle against
Captivity of her heart,
Which was infused with passion,
She succumbs to him..
4-29-2017
She must of been,
A gypsy,
The way she dances,
And flutters,
From garden to vineyard,
Mango to iris caress
Reynaldo Casison
She got hurt
She survived
Still got her fire
Burning bright
How much does she have to survive
She hopes for a better life
One hundred percent she gave
Nothing left for her now
Taking it all, did we
For Contest: "Senryu for Mom"
Her past is murky
Filled with secrets and falsehoods
She speaks of it naught
She is a mystery novel
Whose pages are glued shut
my silence disturbed her
she knew i was a volcano
ready to kill
i smiled
attempting to disarm her
she knew me better than that
She must of been,
A moonbeam,
The way her beauty,
Glows,
From her soul to ours,
Intimate and vast,
As waves
Reynaldo Casison
spring's first rain
Jacobin cuckoo
there she is