I stand at the edge
Where the yellow and red sunset meets the ocean
I see with my witch eye
the true nature that underlies
In the shadows
I stand before the hallows
And I invoke thee
I call upon my king who calls for me
I bend weak at the knees for you
In old Waterloo
Painting a masterpiece with blue light from my finger tip
While humming A sweet melody
An angelic tune
As I sing under the dark moon
I offer you my heart
My loyalty
Please take this offering
And do what you’d like
With lightning you strike
For if I cross you
I shall crumble into dust
With nothing to remain but lust
Beautiful and touching. Made me cry.
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Flowed so beautifully Diana 🙏🏼 There’s a reason these beautiful poems moved me so 🌹
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You are very talented, it was a wonderful poem, keep up the good work
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Beautiful flow madam, very heart felt and stirring, thank you for sharing cheers to such wonderful talent
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Your king is here to take you.
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Beautiful, profound, deep
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Have to agree with the above , very touching, moving , sincere, and genuine sounding from your heart!!
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Very nice. I enjoyed it.
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Sexy Ghost ………
I was at the sky
Near your heart
Near the sand
With a shield at my art
I was not Poseidon
I was not a thunder
Just a wing, a R
Just a grrrl, a claw
with law, at my mind
a Shield at the dark……..
by Silhouette…
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Love this 💜
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That was very nice and peaceful a relaxing poem.
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Very Nice
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dust to dust, with no lust, then I’ll regain, eternal trust!
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Hey just a little note for you. When I click on the titles of the poems on my Samsung S8 I cannot actually make them appear. Only if I click coconutkitty143, I can see some poems but it is not very smooth. Maybe because I am using the Samsung Browser.
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Love your poem, almost as much as I love your figure
Don’t stop writing love cus I figure
Soon in the future your joy will arrive
And an important poetry writer you’ll be
By the way, the 21st of August is my birthday!
Big kiss. F.
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I really see how much feeling you have from this…
Nicely woven..
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There I only one true lust
The one that comes from the dust
My dried tears fill the Sahara
With nothing but sand waiting on my true queen no longer with lust but with trust
We finally find the way to be loyal to each other every single day
There is but one thing left to do and that only for us to truly know we have to use our powers
Combine them to see what follows
There is only one last thing to say
Is today really the last day or is it another illusion
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