Night Of Our Dance
'Tis a memory we embrace dearlyMy all time throwback I'd sayThe first nightOnly Friday night worth laying awake forThe one night my shyness was stripped offMy curves were moulded into perfect…
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Creative Hadassah
Author — member since February 2017
Every time what I see,what I hear is not what it seems to be.
Poems by Creative Hadassah
C'mon Beiby
I wanna be your lover boyBe my lover girl beibyI go take you to the moonAnd the sun if you wantBaby I go take you on a rideLet you see the wonders of the whole wide worldI go steal your rich pop's…
9 Month Contract.
You have no idea,Easier to make an artistic orientation,A molded portrait perhaps,Or maybe a sculpture,Or whatever,My state of affairs an ardent interest to you,A reason to gossip and chicken…
Men,beat Your Wives.
I'll tell why every beard-shaving man,Who has licked the knife the better way,In a morning,cold merciless and bitter,By the largest river in the village,And endured the eyes of women and…
This Poetic Virus.
In the cruel shadow of an ink spitting sword,A present absence is revealed in a word,I have generously burdened my lifetime with stationery,writing,,Damnation is my prison to be,Condemnation beckons…
What Happens?
What happens when,You walk home one evening,Deadbeat but happy,Kiss your Mama on the forehead,Whisper a 'good evening',And drop your weight on a sofa.Eyes shut,You heave a weary sigh,Spread your arms…
What Happens?
What happens when,You walk home one evening,Deadbeat but happy,Kiss your Mama on the forehead,Whisper a 'good evening',And drop your weight on a sofa.Eyes shut,You heave a weary sigh,Spread your arms…
Fate Is Absurd.
They say,Blood is thicker,When it streams your veins,Well,You are,by forces of nature,Bound to seek like-mindedness.Hellena fathomed not this sentiment,Until when it came knocking.Took on the road,To…
I Know Of A Man.
It is my turn...I know of a man, A Hercules of a man.Currently in the Marriage Institute of Monogamy.He has a string of childrenThe eldest and the youngest; no difference,What the Music teacher would…
First Stage Of Grief
Wrap your arms around meHold me oh so tenderly that I might dieCaress my ears with whispersNibble my beautiful long African neckMy loveYour embrace is hotter,forget about an erupt virgin volcanoSwirl…