Poetic Prose

A POEM A DAY 332

COMPLICATED If I seem too complicated for you,  then I am. For, I am not a girl, but I am WOMAN,  so hear me ROAR! I am not a piece of meat, nor am I a whore, to be consumed or used, to be ravaged or devoured. I am to be adored as a precious…

A POEM A DAY 196

CRIMSON BLOOM Amid a bed of crimson blooms, in a world ablaze with vibrant hues,Lies an alligator, laced in green, where scarlet petals gently swoon.With obsidian eyes, she basks in the sun’s warm embrace,A silent guardian in this verdant place.Her scales shimmer with a subtle sheen, as if kissed by morning dew,A testament to the…

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