English Poetry Collection

[~KAYRA~]

What Is Going On
What Is Their To Do
Is This Another Joke
Or Do You Really Care
What Is Happening
What Is Going On
Is This Able To Happen
All The Love In The Air
Is This Really Love
Or Is It Another Fullfillment Of Lust
Jogging Threw My Head
Leaving Me In A Cloud Full Of Dust
Blind To Whats In Front Of Me
And To Who Is Really Their
I Need Find The Answer Thats Hidden In My Heart
Do I Really Love You Or Am I Feeling Lust

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[~KAYRA~]

This is for your eyes only... but they can look too Poem
I write for you
miles of words
that the rest
of the world
may well see,
and although
I’ve liked to leave
this network
of readers behind,
I fancy the fact
the followers
that I have
are mostly writers
who all seem
to be fans
of what I do
devotedly
and willingly
just for you.
so maybe
I am doing
something right
by my writing
and all the hearts
are simply
a quality check
that allows
a non-writer
who writes his love
daily poems
to keep himself
on inventive toes.
I love being
nobody’s favorite…
but yours...!!!

[~KAYRA~]

Dreaming Of

Unintelligent words, from an unintelligent mind.
Thinking of simple things that might not even rhyme
Why do I even try, I’ll probably end up a mime.
These words wont reach anyone farther then this line.

I try to hard at everything, and my hopes are far to high
I seem to let my self down, far to many times
But don’t worry, your not worthless, please don’t cry
There’s plenty opportunity here, let your mind fly.

You can reach your wildest dreams they say, only if you try
Well what if my wildest dreams even exceed the sky
No one want to listen, and no one wants to try
My wildest dream are made up of saving man kind

We’re poisoned to believe that selfishness is the way
And when people need a dollar it’s to cozy up their stay
To rotten their body more and to drink away their day
I don’t understand, so this is what I’ll say

If a car ride means a life, then why aren’t we retreating
We should be lining up, instead of keeping them from eating.
“they are scummy and disgusting, they don’t disserve my dime.”
Come on, really? They’re just putting in their time.

Today in church, I heard my pastor say, words of meaning, things I don’t hear every day
In a different situation, in a different kind of hand, if we were born differently we would be just like them
It hit me in the heart, and stung me in the brain, maybe im not useless, I’ve just been trying the wrong thing.

So this is it for me, I wont give up this time
I’m putting in my dollar and putting in my dime
I’m convinced that one day I will change the worlds mind
And all of us together, we will save mankind.

Bailey Burris

[~KAYRA~]

I am

I am
Outspoken yet sometimes i can be shy
I am
Not afraid to get burn, break my heart and cry
I am
A pacifist, there ain´t nothing better than
To hear the peace breeze over our destiny
I think I could be
More determined and maybe a little less stubborn
Take it lesson by lesson and try to learn them
I am
Free to be whatever I may want to be
I am
Not afraid to say I do sometimes feel caged
I am
A believer, there ain´t nothing better than
To believe the stormy sky will reappear clearer
I think I could be
More aggressive and maybe a little less comprehensive
Maybe sometimes people truly mean what they say
When being distractive.
I am
Just like a pretty yet fragile butterfly
I am
Not afraid to experiment different flowers spread my soft wings and fly
I am
A perfectionist, although I know u´re not
Gonna find perfection in me
I am
Not embarrassed to apologize when I know I was wrong
That´s not gonna stop me from feeling strong
I think I could be
A little like you, a little more like me
I am not ashamed to say
When in the dimmed light by the sunset
You look my way, and my concerns melt away
I am proud to say
I am me.

Nina gáspari

[~KAYRA~]

you're beautiful

Kindness is beautiful Talent is beautiful beautiful is sweet beautiful is great beautiful is love beautiful is power I am beautiful you are beautiful we are beautiful

Aisha Patterson

[~KAYRA~]

Sonnet 120: That you were once unkind befriends me now

That you were once unkind befriends me now,
And for that sorrow, which I then did feel,
Needs must I under my transgression bow,
Unless my nerves were brass or hammered steel.
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
O, that our night of woe might have remembered
My deepest sense how hard true sorrow hits,
And soon to you, as you to me then, tendered
The humble salve which wounded bosoms fits!
But that your trespass now becomes a fee;
Mine ransoms yours, and yours must ransom me.

[~KAYRA~]

Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

[~KAYRA~]

Refusal
Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body's haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter

[~KAYRA~]

Remembrance
Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

[~KAYRA~]

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise

[~KAYRA~]

The Detached
We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
DEATH IS INTERNAL.
We pray,
Savoring sweet the teethed lies,
Bellying the grounds before alien gods,
Gods, who neither know nor
wish to know that
HELL IS INTERNAL.
We love,
Rubbing the nakednesses with gloved hands,
Inverting our mouths in tongued kisses,
Kisses that neither touch nor
care to touch if
LOVE IS INTERNAL.