Vinz Poetry

Freshman - 820 Points (4th October 1987 / Asaba, Nigeria)

Anonymous - Poem by Vinz Poetry

Her lashes are sooty coal
Her smiles are exactly shaped,
I wish I were a mold.
To stare mutely at her down the road
Watch her laugh out those teeth as white as snow
The trumpeting trumpet, she's that I love to blow
Maybe she don't: but I think she knows.

Her backside curved valuable like gold
If she is money my all should be sold
'Beauty Queen' I call her chola,
Her architect had a plan neatly nocuous
For making her so deftly gorgeous
Such a beam: she could be my nurture
Even when she says not a word to me by the road,

Her presence is so-so,
She is such a beam never to let go,
Every now and now she walks by the road
High heals talking: I stand like a mold
Eyes wondering like a lost toad
Maybe in her I could find a home
But how can, when she steals an inner-bold?

Dangerously sharp as a woody thorn
For her, my skin is willing to bleed
I hope it yeilds result like a batchfed.
She is a tempting sin I love to hold
Her name she says not to me by the road
My liver and nerves fail,
Science may say its virus but I'm simply scared.

I make no sound nor pretty word
Pretty hurts
Honestly I yield
Wish I could talk
All my coins I drop in a wishing-well,
Yet, most flaunting got me so cold
As she passes by the road.

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Comments about Anonymous by Vinz Poetry

  • Gold Star - 31,790 Points Roseann Shawiak (7/27/2015 8:15:00 PM)

    A mysterious kind of love, knowing a lot about her, yet afraid to speak to her. Unique concept. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 2, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 2, 2014


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