But my blood line is defined by my melanin my Poet~Tree
A touch of him touched me he wrote his love in poetry so that my talent oozes onto liquefied pages of copious intelligence
God posed grammatical penciled art on my heart he penned a bittersweet piece of poetry
My full lips and voluptuous hips drawn from the imagination of my creator’s tips
Ink upon his pen filled the blank spots within
Within me he wrote his love in poetry
When he created me my creation was intentional he combined the greatest mixtures of gold to create my soul
That’s why my shine is so divine he colored my flesh with Ink and Ivory that’s why my skin is rich, bright, and bold he created me intentionally
Strong limbs for stability a fertile womb for longevity a wild passionate heart with enough love to saturate the world
He made my words penetrating so let my fingers run along your patterns let them melt into your fabric
I'll savor in
Your God-bodied framework wrap my limbs around your girth
I want to hear the jail break of your hearts cage
He gave me the power to defeat the beast he gave me his grace that gives me peace
He gave me life so I could plant my verbal seeds to inspire more trees to bloom
Articulate breeze when my thoughts blow free away they fly on the flightless wings of poesy
I want the space between my words
to capture my wild hearts message to you
He gave me strength to walk miles through the forestry
he gave my heart the sight to see the splendor of nature's beauty surrounding me
There’s no place I’d rather be than kneeling at your roots bowing my head before you honoring you absorbing you Loving you
I want you to taste into my very soul and feel the tremors of my ecstasy as I erupt from the depth of my soul that causes mind expansions
in sensory perceptions
God created me with ink dripping love from his hearts pen
Inspired by several things... the photo below and my previous poem Paper Thoughts and by John Keats poem Ode To A Nightingale in particular a line from that poem "on the viewless wings of poesy"
Just imagine all the names of the great poets past present and future entangled in the branches
I wanted to make this into concrete poem in the shape of a Tree but I'm feeling a bit lazy I might do it later shrugs shoulders lol
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Wonderfully evocative and emotionally intense.. the sense of the Creator's work in making us and of our God-given powers that express themselves in the praisee of our minds and bodies, in the kneeling at the roots of the tree of knowledge... letting His spirit empower us in the flow our our hearts...
Virgin Poet is a plagiarist. It's been proved she stole her post F**k Me in Verses (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/659866/) from a user on DUP: http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/12019/ If you scroll down on the latter link you'll find this comment:
"I LOVE this poem wish I had thought of it in the way you did. You should read my poem "Devour me" cause reading ur poem makes me feel like that all over again. You know the feeling of butterflys and all that excitement that comes with it well thats how I feel when I read a good poem Thanks for all that. I think I just fell in love a lil bit"
Virgin's post Devour Me can be found here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/VirginPoet/659869/
She has also stolen from many other poets and remains unrepentant even in the face of overwhelming evidence. The poem you've just read with her name on it has probably at least in part been plagiarised from someone else.
To the person reading this, especially if before now you've followed Virgin Poet's posts on this site, please help fight plagiarism and flag her. Provide WritersCafe with the links and comment above. It may be tough for some of you to believe but Samantha Campbell is a thief, and unless we all pull together in exposing her lies she'll carry on stealing from other people.
You are amazing. I like the way you make the feel of nature and life fall together. Artwork and poetry allow the reader to understand the desire of your words.
"When he created me
my creation was intentional
he combined the greatest mixtures
of gold to create my soul"
Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote
Wonderfully evocative and emotionally intense.. the sense of the Creator's work in making us and of our God-given powers that express themselves in the praisee of our minds and bodies, in the kneeling at the roots of the tree of knowledge... letting His spirit empower us in the flow our our hearts...
HAD MY BABY BOY 12/29/2013 at 10:57 he weighs 8 pounds 4oz 19 in long
I am married to a fellow poet on this site http://www.writerscafe.org/itz_JuggZ aka Stevo The Poe-t
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