The Goddess

Her hair flows as waves of gold,

age of hers, never growing old.

Eyes of perfection will penetrate

the soul of all and shall illuminate.

Face so pale, but full with life,

grace is hers, but not lacking might.

Voice of hers, such beauty of tone;

if tis heard, one shall never feel alone.

Lips of hers, tis the life bringing kiss,

brought from her is heavenly bliss.

For her kiss of life, tis so sweet;

tis a kiss that could make the strongest weak.

Robes of hers beckon to come close,

to be held in security, where love is known.

In her arms, such comfort is present,

that place of flesh, I reside a tenet.

She is blessed, the giver of the world.

Arms of hers cradle, in them, we’re curled.

Life is her gift, she gives all to be seen;

notes of her voice sound as life will breathe.

But it seems she, hath been forgotten.

Capitulate, we have, to patriarchies, begotten.

Although, the world was still what she hath made,

and to her, we all will return one day.

Reviews

[Cheryl J. Turner]

This is utterly divine, there is an underlying passion that never really breaks through but it is laced with romance and a deep need. Beautiful.

[MoonlitAngel]

Such a beautiful poem. I'm jealous that I couldn't write something like this. Thank you for sharing. You have an amazing talent.

[Tom C]

Well done. I really liked "For her kiss of life, tis so sweet;
tis a kiss that could make the strongest weak."
Thanks. Keep that writing going.