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Out of the Sahara,
my eye: the tiger
Gleam, you are a blanched lantern
on the Savannah
I was on the prowl
until you came to my domain
Ivory, I shall hunt
and harvest you
Writhe on my belly
until I am close
Listen, Anasazi laughs
his black spider joke;
I laugh as we begin
to weave.
my eye: the tiger
Gleam, you are a blanched lantern
on the Savannah
I was on the prowl
until you came to my domain
Ivory, I shall hunt
and harvest you
Writhe on my belly
until I am close
Listen, Anasazi laughs
his black spider joke;
I laugh as we begin
to weave.
Literature
My Romantic Song Lyrics
The night as the moon shines down below,
if only you were there
the leaves blow in the air
a heart that loves like so
a pathway be, let it be
a pathway to your soul
And let me sing you a lullaby
sweet my dear in your dreams
Literature
Hidden Sessions
I'd say theres always been a gulf between you and I;
a whisper in the hair, the girlish smiles I'd give you,
only fuel the fire.
So come on!
Make it worth both our whiles.
I'd show you my worlds,
take a candle to your skies;
I pull the whole thing through the needle's eyes.
I cant pretend it it's all in progression.
Kneading, needing you is my ending jest.
So come all now, the show starts to rise, and I pull you inside from your tiny mind.
I'll grasp your heart, ambition so complacent.
A wiry, weary, why of the true lessons.
Hold my highs, grab my lows,
inner wishes pulls through never thighs,
and I'll transform the biggest resi
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
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Real title: Love Poems to Show Your Daddy #6
Alternate Titles: Tiger don't give a shit (okay, not really) - so suggest one. This one I am batting the idea around about submitting somewhere. So any suggestions are helpful.
#2
Alternate Titles: Tiger don't give a shit (okay, not really) - so suggest one. This one I am batting the idea around about submitting somewhere. So any suggestions are helpful.
#2
Southern Belle - 5I have been accused#4
of bedding muses in a line;
tucking them deep in the soil, and then:
a whole season
to sample their fruit She was
sweet and salty,
a queen with a Euphrates mouth;
o, she was long and sultry soot
and soot, rolling upon us, the depths
braved for a taste And I
would cross the Red Sea again,
skin a black flag in the sun
for my efforts
for the single harvest to drink
To be the simple harvester
of her keep
Southern Belle - 6She is the Roman
I wait upon
her pale skin
olive'd, pressed dark
beneath my thumb;
a black print
against her father's brow-
I am oppressed
by her presence.
© 2013 - 2024 vespera
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactHello, or should I begin with a RAWR!? I have yet to critique you, because quite honestly, your efficiency with grammar/punctuation twitterpates me to the point of distraction. Now that that's outta the way, let's rip this poem open.
Starting with the title:
Darling, we are quite apparently in Africa laughing with tigers and whatnot; this is not the dirty south. I am no belle, more so a cheap broad with a twang. Title this dedication something rawr-able. <-- That is indeed a word. Don't question it. Anywho, that's all I have to say about that.
Vision:
I can see it. That is awesome. Thumbs up, dude. I know that's not what Vision means in the critique system, but I'm the inspiration for this jazz, so Vision can represent ponies and sunflowers if I so choose.
Originality:
Dude, ain't nobody ever called me African game before. That is some original stuff right there. Props.
Technique:
I am a fan. But let's not talk about that here.
Impact:
Ask the tiger.
Oh, on the rating system....perfect score, even with the horrible title. Because ya know what? I like it when people write poems for me.