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Stay steady and silently still,
Let me adore what your eyes do to my shivering quill,
I am led astray between my walls and your words,
Blinded by a cloud of these butterfly birds,
The weight of my vocabulary seem to have lost it’s gravity,
Relearning how to talk as I dream poetry,
Shall I be an ornament, anonymous to your broken heart?
As mine shifts in it’s grave hiding the pulverized parts,
I can glaze my skin in all the sonnets and balladry,
Let the sweetness of your tears drench me in melodious melancholy,
I do not deny the searing sea you long to purge,
Nor do I belong to the grief you submerge,
I am simply a fire set by your golden rays,
And we are but mere fools trying to outrun our own mazes.
Copyright © Lioness Onpaper | Year Posted 2023
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
Vulgar pale appearance
Viscount of blood sucking
Vicious creature of night
Vulture seeking its prey
Venomous fangs hunger
Victims heedless to threat
Veins puncture on impact.
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
What happens to this poetry embroidered within the walls of my heart,
When the joy of my words are shattered underneath your feet,
Can the torture of your empty moon paint a slithering promise,
Far across into my deep colorless dreamscape of dahlias,
Your dry eyed apologies took me to a mortal with no reflection,
As you hide behind your short lived excuses and homed cruel intentions,
Like a fool I was to believe that a rose could bloom in the peeks of winter,
While broken instruments illustrated a weak illusion,
Shame, These knees you held with such tender affection,
Poured our tales into my abstract dreams,
How you wandered into my eyes casting a waning crescent,
Hoping the fragrant of a swine won’t clear my sight,
I’ve stood by the hills, where it steeps down your hell,
Perhaps the burdens you trust and love are the saint in your spells,
Claiming clarity for a chaos that have you deeply compelled.
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
weary
Deep in warm wine
Outshining russet moon
Glazed in the glow of honey glass
Gold breeze
Drifting
Along the flood
Of wilted summer smiles,
While my sky sings in the fall of
Silence
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
Let me be the first
to have the audacity to translate,
This piece of mystery molded
in a magical meadow of mistakes,
The reckless subject, there,
just standing still like a landscape of order,
Disfiguring a flow of ridged ribbons
in shapes of unheard names,
Carelessly manipulating my optical
constructors to articulate promises
from paper wings,
Bewitched by the light warm
slash of sun laid upon the raging tides
within trembling silence,
How far charms can go to seduce their
way into a destructive satisfaction,
Might it'd been too kind to dry brush
around the edges of your shadows,
When the basement of your
intentions homed disturbing dreams,
Hunting for the tremors from
freezing nightmares that pray to
bury my ocean and all it's devotion,
Where do the ones who
seek the sins of lost words hide?
While half of the living cling
onto the drifting light,
This shrewd figure that clasps on
the thousand synonyms of shallow tears,
Whisking a bath of blades for
my pane of glass that hold scads of scars,
The pace of time, travels differently
when I try to captivate you through my sketches,
I am told by the tones of my pencil,
that your armor shields a menacing maniac,
Too cowardly to battle for your own persistence,
So hold on to what's left of your timid thoughts,
Sadly strength has long evaded you.
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Emptiness seems paler,
Within the wind and the movements,
Echoes begin to creep in,
Without a beat, beyond the warnings,
The effervescence that once fueled my tools now sears my lungs,
Collecting old shadows I left to rest from once upon a time,
Colors are only a delicacy for monsters,
And the taints in my spine are drained by dementors,
Fallen for the light that seeps through the wooden blinds,
Convinced, maybe this time!
It’s only right,
The stars can be kind,
At times the sky speaks in tears,
While the storm strikes the pillars of my heart with fears,
Visions creating instruments out of casualties in my storms,
I wonder sometimes, how much combat is left in my bones,
Resist to insist for joy,
Yet every step feels like a bridge I destroy,
I’ve shown my skin and strengthened my pride,
My words have lost their loom through the valley of my tribe,
One day I hope I doze off and find some ease,
For I know, no limbs of mine can do what love can please.
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
On the eve of that somber, stormy night,
I began to see strings of spring swirling soundlessly
along the thread-thin blade of this culinary cutlery.
Why does gravity lay on thick in this silver steel accessory?
If only you knew, where there is a subtle screech of harmony,
there is a violent war viciously humming melancholy.
As the dust of what was once obscure drops from the passing clouds,
it sets in an assembly of soft, dull vowels,
waiting for the rug of grass to spread a path to the furthest mountain.
Why do I feel no raging colors from the twilight
yet see them so vibrantly?
How do I know nothing of summoning my movements,
when this adrenaline speaks distantly?
Alone, a rush of flame once formed, now shows the demons in the storm.
When this flesh and bones become one with the unpredictable elements,
I hope what prevails is the lore of my regiments,
where I bled into the disasters of my own shortcomings,
learning to rest without a bruise as I drown.
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
Licensed to right the wrong
Look past loopholes of lies
Lure rivals to confess
Listen to untold facts
Lend voice for the silent
Language, their pearl armor
Lawful knights, dressed in black
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
I sit and wonder ,,
Why must I ?
What have I?
Yet , ever will I?
Well……..!
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Lioness Onpaper Poem
Motionless as time fleets,
finding a purpose to grow,
sewn my heart tight,
for too long,
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