Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

Poetry: Please


Please don't love me,
You have stained this glass.
Lost serenity,
Amnesia of my past.
My days of quiet misery,
Grow quieter the closer you are.
Wrapped in complexity,
I try to stay warm from afar.

Please don't touch me,
You have done enough.
I sift through my own debris,
Collecting pieces you failed to touch.
Gone are those moments seized,
In the haze of aberrant love.
My time has come and I am free,
Embrace what I am to become.

Please don't mourn for me,
I rise in spite of your work.
From that place I have grieved,
I've dusted off the ashes of hurt.
My strength grants invincibility,
Resolute to grow from this earth.
Truth that rewrites my story,
A testament of my self-worth.


-Ebony




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Monday, July 2, 2018

Poetry: Tesoro




En el silencio de mis recuerdos,
Ay un tesoro bella y brillante.
Aun solo, camino este regreso,
Mis sentimientos siguen adelante. 



Conocerte por los años,
Es ver un diamante nacer del áspero.
Llegar a realizar que algo tan pequeño,
Puede ser tan fuerte, lleno de fuego.



Odio que los años me perjudican,
Pero me bendicen con el resto de este cuento.
Aunque me sigue fallando mis memorias,
En mis recuerdos siempre te encuentro.


~Ebony



My past and present: 








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Monday, June 18, 2018

Poetry: Vanilla Ice Cream














When I taste you I feel warm inside,
Even when you're always frigid.
Cold, I freeze to the core with pride,
Especially after a good licking.



Smooth and silken you melt in my hands, 
Consumed you drip from my lips.
I tighten my grip as you come to an end, 
Sugar walls I begin to strip.







Exposed I lean in for the last of you,
Inside my mind starts to scream.
Sugar that resonates through and through,
My beloved vanilla ice cream.






~Ebony

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Poetry: Sweet





Thick and lush sweet on the tongue,
Dessert of an exquisite kind.
Molten blush like a molasses touch,
Sugar rind from an intrinsic mind.
Golden nectar that travels blind,
Slowly glides like a summer stroll.
Flavored tempter that begs for mine,
Embrace, that's fresh like the days of old.
From peaks to valleys all is sweet,
Wet your pallet and truth be told.
The light that shines a hue discrete,
A taste refreshing, bright and bold.
Devouring tender piece of gold,
Empowering splendor deep inside,
Sustenance for the body and soul,
As the mind finds a candied sunrise.









~Ivory

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