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Genevieve Farese Poem
my chest feels so tight
every breath I take is deep
makes me feel weak
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2012
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Genevieve Farese Poem
Make-up and fancy clothes,
plastic surgery and luxury.
Things of lust and greed,
do they really make one objects of beauty?
Like dolls that invite
men, envy and unwanted attention
vying for the longest legs
or the smokiest eyes.
That foundation and eyeshadow,
those stilettos and mini skirts
girl, i tell you that you may try to impress
guys and girls alike, but you're wearing an obvious mask.
Did beauty solely depend on looks?
Curves and designer stuff
are those all that a girl is worth?
Why, if you take off all that from her, do you think she will still look pretty as you see her now?
Back then, beauty was in the soul,
the heart and the mind.
When only prostitutes would show their legs,
and wear such thick rouge.
When a lady`s worth was measured by her charm and intelligence alike,
not by her body and her face.
A king`s queen should just be as strong as him,
not as provocative as his mistress.
Now that women rely on make up and clothes to make them who they are,
only few cling on to the belief that beauty comes from within,
that not all men want long legs or long lashes
but a woman that is not only good in bed, but also in life.
Saddening as it is,
that the modern definition of beauty is such.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2011
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Genevieve Farese Poem
If you never come back to me,
if you break your promise,
if you cause my demise.
Will you just leave me be,
or my pain will you refuse to see?
Won`t you give me one last kiss,
a parting with at least a fleeting bliss?
A lasting memory, may it be.
I`ll weep every night,
Thinking where did I go wrong.
I`ll stare at the sky,
Wishing I was holding you tight.
I`ll keep my heart strong,
it's breaking apart, I`d almost die.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2011
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Genevieve Farese Poem
Racing the wind,
the valiant and graceful steed,
rides across the field.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2012
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Genevieve Farese Poem
We were happy;
were we not?
We were lucky;
have everything we got.
It was us;
you and me.
We were nothing,
but meant to be.
All was perfect,
yet tell me why?
Why am I walking down the aisle,
and the one at the end isn`t you?
At the side you stood,
smiling at me.
My tears were ruining the festive mood,
Is this how you ought to be?
Can`t you take me away?
Why, for my happiness, you pray?
When you know I will never be,
without you with me.
My heart is killing me inside,
I walk to the end,
he takes my side
we take our vows.
And this is where it ends,
I`ll be apart from you
I can`t imagine life
without you
But what I hate the most
is not that I belong to someone else,
but your heart,
you will give to another lady.
I walk out with him
faking a smile
thinking I`ll be alright
when I see you again
I rode the car
he clutched my hand
I see you through the mirror
with a girl by your side.
I felt I could die.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2011
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Genevieve Farese Poem
Happiness
pleasant like a kiss
immersed in sweet sensation
short-lived like a dream
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2012
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Genevieve Farese Poem
February nights
Cold and lonely without you
Cupid forsook me
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2012
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Genevieve Farese Poem
`Honor thy father and mother`
~Ten Commandments
it is She who has given birth to me,
it is He who has worked to raise me,
it is They who have given me life and kept me alive.
I should be expressing my eternal gratitude,
My undying respect and sworn obedience,
yet what do I do?
Their kindness and love, I forsake,
Their faces, weary from working to support me, I curse at,
The loyalty, respect and gratitude they deserve, I forget.
I bury myself with guilt,
I don`t know how to ask forgiveness,
I find it hard to express my feelings with honesty.
I have at least filial piety,
Obligated by nature and by God,
to honor my parents.
Yet till now I always curse them when I don`t mean to,
I answer back before I stop my cursed mouth,
and I don`t give them to honor they deserve.
I am the worst daughter,
I have the best parents,
I cry myself to sleep.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2011
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Genevieve Farese Poem
Ivory flaxen hair swaying in the breeze
To run my fingers through those locks: my very desire.
Face that`s not fair but clear and bright as the moon
To caress that caramel visage: my very desire.
Eyes round and deep like a swirling abyss
To lock my gaze into those orbs: my very desire.
Lips of blooming crimson curve into a smile
To grace that pout with a kiss: my very desire.
Lady, you came up to me like a white wave,
rousing my heart and body, my very desire.
~Genevieve Farese
for nette onclaud`s SEXY! contest
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2012
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Genevieve Farese Poem
It`s been more than
eight summers ago or so
that I last saw you.
But dear, not a day
has passed that I forgot you
or our memories.
Your dark raven eyes,
and silky ebony fur,
how I miss them so!
I love you, Misha,
Your presence I still long for,
every single day.
Copyright © Genevieve Farese | Year Posted 2011
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