Victoria's Poetry Stop

• #1095 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 19 Nov, 2017 21:29
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  HIDDEN GROWTH
  
  Mother nature, has come to see.
  Those In her Forrest, that lives reverently.
  Hidden, within it's realm.
  Standing so tall, are the elms.
  As the Forrest, has just begun.
  Snapdragons with butterflies to find.
  Pacifying us, with showers in mind.
  Mays designs, visions ov color Ov luvs' time.
  Thru growth, that we conceive.
  Strength in which, we receive. [ Guests cannot view attachments ]
  
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• #1096 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 19 Nov, 2017 21:57
• [ Guests cannot view attachments ] SHADOWED WINGS
  
  Shadowed by my wings, with the tears I cry.
  Thru miseries ov life, I want to fly.
  Cast away, for what's in my hearts' sigh.
  Dragging the pain, thru memories sight.
  Up off ov my shoulders, to ease the insane.
  Lifting the weight, to live again.
  My mind get ravished, with visions I have.
  As darkness, shadows from a path.
  Shadowing, their wings do cast.
  Putting my mind, in a silent mode.
  Discrepantly, ready to implode.
  Shadowed wings, as we explode.
  
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• #1097 Reply
  Posted by Divine Metamorphoses on 20 Nov, 2017 22:37
• Quote from: pryzmsticv on 19 Nov, 2017 21:57

  (Attachment Link) SHADOWED WINGS
  
  Shadowed by my wings, with the tears I cry.
  Thru miseries ov life, I want to fly.
  Cast away, for what's in my hearts' sigh.
  Dragging the pain, thru memories sight.
  Up off ov my shoulders, to ease the insane.
  Lifting the weight, to live again.
  My mind get ravished, with visions I have.
  As darkness, shadows from a path.
  Shadowing, their wings do cast.
  Putting my mind, in a silent mode.
  Discrepantly, ready to implode.
  Shadowed wings, as we explode.
  
  

  
  
  Beautiful xxx
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• #1098 Reply
  Posted by DaddysKitten on 06 Dec, 2017 02:26
• Hi Victoria, you are as dark as I am wicked. Hehe . You are a wiz at words Madame Vic real good. Like. ThanQ
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• #1099 Reply
  Posted by guest256 on 06 Dec, 2017 06:16
• Quote from: pryzmsticv on 19 Nov, 2017 21:29

  
  
  HIDDEN GROWTH
  
  Mother nature, has come to see.
  Those In her Forrest, that lives reverently.
  Hidden, within it's realm.
  Standing so tall, are the elms.
  As the Forrest, has just begun.
  Snapdragons with butterflies to find.
  
  I love this poem. Thank you very much for sharing.
  Pacifying us, with showers in mind.
  Mays designs, visions ov color Ov luvs' time.
  Thru growth, that we conceive.
  Strength in which, we receive. (Attachment Link)
  
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• #1100 Reply
  Posted by guest256 on 06 Dec, 2017 06:17
• Quote from: pryzmsticv on 19 Nov, 2017 21:57

  (Attachment Link) SHADOWED WINGS
  
  Shadowed by my wings, with the tears I cry.
  Thru miseries ov life, I want to fly.
  Cast away, for what's in my hearts' sigh.
  Dragging the pain, thru memories sight.
  Up off ov my shoulders, to ease the insane.
  Lifting the weight, to live again.
  My mind get ravished, with visions I have.
  As darkness, shadows from a path.
  
  This is very good.
  Shadowing, their wings do cast.
  Putting my mind, in a silent mode.
  Discrepantly, ready to implode.
  Shadowed wings, as we explode.
  
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• #1101 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 10 Dec, 2017 18:35
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• #1102 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 15 Dec, 2017 18:04
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• #1103 Reply
  Posted by Divine Metamorphoses on 18 Dec, 2017 21:22
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  Merry Christmas Lady V 🎄🦋💙
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• #1104 Reply
  Posted by Divine Metamorphoses on 24 Dec, 2017 19:02
• Merry Christmas xo
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• #1105 Reply
  Posted by Divine Metamorphoses on 06 Feb, 2018 21:11
• Missing you Lady V x
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• #1106 Reply
  Posted by guest256 on 07 Feb, 2018 04:49
• I'm missing Lady Victoria too & hope she's o.k.
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• #1107 Reply
  Posted by Clay Death on 06 Mar, 2018 21:15
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• #1108 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 14 Mar, 2018 23:59
• Beautiful work my dear, god how I luv how you persevere.
  Luv ya talk tomorrow😚
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• #1109 Reply
  Posted by pryzmsticv on 18 Mar, 2018 01:50
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  CRIMSON TEARS
  
  Silken is the rose, with black repoire.
  Crying from it's pores, are crimson tears.
  Distance is it's Sin, with you to adore.
  As we explore, the metallic taste.
  Pulling your soul within, weeping is the crimson haste.
  A black rose to praise, as souls entwine.
  Darkness is the race, of the silken rose.
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