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Michelle Rice Poem
"We are Paris"
You were the shooting star filling my sky
I stumbled upon you, making sparks fly
You blew me a flaming passionate kiss
Each breath you took I sukked your bliss
Coursing my veins was the numbing sorrow
You promised I would live in every tomorrow
Deeply guarded walls falling down in rubble
Strangling the beast & silencing our struggle
Venus would envy the paradise that we share
Step aside St Valentine, Paris France beware
We are the giants that make hearts skip beat
Aphrodite would weep to worship at our feet
Sweeping mouths to cure the sweetest tooth
Bleeding vessels worn on sleeves as our truth
Baby your girl loves you too the moon & bakk
Cease violent nights beneath shadow's attakk
Midnight is stunning let's catch a new galaxy
True love can't be touched by misery & agony
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
Je t'aime
R.T.D
Copyright © Michelle Rice | Year Posted 2025
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Michelle Rice Poem
"Be Set Free"
Oh The wonders that thrive inside my mind
Anyone doubting me, I will leave far behind
Come along I promise you an adventure
Happiness is the only well known fixture
Every meal includes macaroni & cheese
Ending war we all deserve to have peace
Paradise in everyone's own shape & form
News from the headlines, love your unicorn
There's a place where we can do anything
Together we restore balance of yang & ying
From now on children are safe in their beds
Board candyland express all salads are dead
Come one come all greatest show on earth
Every last one of you have the same worth
There's no such thing as hate we all matter
Your favorite foods served on silver platters
Imagine amusement parks with dragon rides
Every wife to be, married as June brides
I will write out anything you've ever dreamt
It's all your fantasies my pen will invent
On every page I will paint a picturesque story
Snowmen building ice castles of winter's glory
Books are the gateway to what you imagine
Take a magikal carpet ride alongside Aladdin
In this tale you eat clouds made of ice cream
Transport anywhere by hanging moon beams
Think how it would feel to take off & be flying
You can even tame the ferocious roar of a lion
Look up at the skies, the stars grant wishes
Only books give more gifts than Christmas
Open up any book & get ready to be set free
Sit bakk close your eyes dreaming is so easy
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
Copyright © Michelle Rice | Year Posted 2025
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Michelle Rice Poem
“Cabernet Valentine”
Oh my sweet silent Valentine veins flowing life
Secrets are meant to be kept my obedient wife
Luscious ruby mouth perked open for kissing
Shouldn't be too many acrylics inside missing
Most special day of the year celebrated lovers
Jack-o'-lantern face that is loved by mothers
You were stunning under your sexy lace negligee
If you hadn't screamed maybe you wouldn't be ugly
Silken raven strands stained in cherry hemoglobin
Pink blush cheeks smeared in tears, eyes bulging
Ivory smooth porcelain milky taste surprise banquet
Suckling any precious cell of Cabernet bled droplets
Scarlett pooling in pockets slumber is coming soon
My darling cast your eyes ‘pon our starlit pale moon
With this dagger I placed unto thee sealing eternity
Draining remaining heartbeat writhing in burgundy
My quiet Angel sprawled over long stemmed roses
A conclusion too St Valentine's holiday now closes
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
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Michelle Rice Poem
"Izzie"
I know a quiet girl whose name is Izzie
Pays twenty dollars to get a little dizzy
Lately, she's busy smoking up on that boy
Poisoned capillaries we both can enjoy
She's been romanced in pitch black death
Sells her frail body that's powder fresh
Her blood jacked up for a little taste
Stabs a vein with her favorite toxic waste
Come on lil Izzie it's all you care to smoke
Don't worry this time, iffin y'all be broke
There's plenty more where that came from
Izzie baby, you & that boy sho enuf in love
Come see Daddy Kane any time baby
Now don't ya forget next time it'll be eighty
Midnight room filled in a junkie's worst kinda fears
Searching the floor hoping something appears
Combing the fibers of carpet for souvenirs
Just a mirage all your hopes disappear
Hush lil baby don't say a single word
Daddy Kane has got you a lil reward
The Punk Poe…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
Copyright © Michelle Rice | Year Posted 2025
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