She 

3431 creative works found

• She Holds Me
  by heathergirl

  NSFW

• She
  by Andrea Musso

  this was written for my wonderful mother Carolyn “Charly” Musso, who passed away December 5th, 2002

• Will she survive us?
  by arteezt

  All eyes suddenly focused on me like the viscious hyenas they are…

• She Did Not See the Sky
  by cynichic

  The first few drops of rain landed softly on her fingers, buried now in her hair. Beneath those long fingers her brain hummed with fever…

  The most important moments of life often unfold not over altars or in hospitals, but in the seconds that slip away from us unmarked until their recollection.

• She Tells Us, "Go Green."
  by Matthew Kegelman

  See what coming? A wall of water - eeek!!! A cloud of CO2 -—eeek!!!

• To Him She Comes
  by chae

  At her he lusts; new victim of deceit, / A shattered hope of love made faultily.

  A Shakespearean-style sonnet that shows the struggles of a girl’s life and her hope for freedom.

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  What is she up to now?!
  by JPonce

  This is my new kitten. (i have never owned a cat..i was strictly a dog owner) but she is great. I just thought this picture was cute..im one of those “moms” that is proud of their “babies” no matter what!

• Crazy Stuff
  by jules / Missy frost

  Its a pity that you can’t separate work into folders… Because Missy is working on here crazy range :) We have shades of light exploring…

  Its a pity that you can’t separate work into folders… Because Missy is working on here crazy range :) We have shades of light exploring Lights and there different shades and how the light penetrates the art. Colour coded, Missy views and a couple of others. I have spent no time on my shop… seeing if i cant get that up and running… But have really enjoyed helping Missy get her geniuse art work up and going as required… She is very Demanding… LOL

• cobalt & terra cotta
  by efrain gomez

  of her sinewy thighs / breath of smoke and tongue of fire / from out of the rumbling roar of thunder / she breathed one word: You

  a melodramatic presentation of the moment when you realize she is in love with you.

• When She Danced in June (part two)
  by Dr. Clarence Rucker, Jr. PhD CCJP, ICCS

  When I use the term “My Lady,” I am describing a lady that has a sensation of “Aphrodisiac” within the landscape of her total being. Thi…

  When I use the term “My Lady,” I am describing a lady that has a sensation of “Aphrodisiac” within the landscape of her total being. This lady, as she dances across the floor, one cannot help but to label her “Salient.” Her “Lambent Radiance” is her aura and that aura is shear stimulation for the eyes that beheld her. Her being is self-sensation. What your eyes see, the essence of your being will respond. Her moves magnetized the eyes. When her dance was complete you could still see the waves of her moves like an after shock. It was like watching the heat waves flowing upward from the concrete on a very hot day. To look upon her will stimulate the senses and arouse your imagination. This bronze beauty belongs with the leading ladies of Antiquity. When I say ladies of the Antiquity, I must name Nefertiti, Cleopatra, and other beautiful women like King Solomon’s Shulamite Maiden. This bronze beauty called, “My Lady” is crowned with Heaven’s beauty. She is the factual copy of the replica of an African Goddesses. The Bible would call those beauties, Goddesses from the far side of the Sun. King Solomon would say she is his, “Shulamite Maiden.” When I am alone with “My Lady” it seems like a cloud ride in heaven.

• She's Asleep
  by ashleypresley

  Is there a ghost in Jason’s lake…

  I wrote this when I was in a rather disagreeable mood.

• When She Danced in June (part three)
  by Dr. Clarence Rucker, Jr. PhD CCJP, ICCS

  This means I have the feeling of floating in heaven in her mist. Her mere presence lifts me up and my soul leaps to attention. Her come…

  This means I have the feeling of floating in heaven in her mist. Her mere presence lifts me up and my soul leaps to attention. Her comeliness could only be called, “Pulchritude,” as if she was at the pinnacle of the Antiquity and she is the only one that remains. This is my dream lady, but when I am near her, she then becomes beyond my dreams. She is unparalleled and unmatched when one looks at the definition of a lady. She is unprecedented when one views her beauty. This lady is truly consummate and unequaled beyond doubt. The stars cannot overlook her. It seems she gives light to their being. The twinkles you see when you look at the stars are her heartbeat moving to her heart’s dance. Her heartbeat seems to pump light into the stars. Some times the stars are so jubilant that they shoot across the heavens. Some times when the stars shoot across the heavens it seems they leave a residue of light behind them. That is the way my lady is when she leaves my presence. Some people even wish upon those shooting stars. They do not know that “My Lady’s” beauty may be their wish. The moon at night becomes in awe of this beauty and come out to see her brilliance. Because of her beauty the Sun kisses the moon and disappears. Her illumination brightens the night and day. Sometimes the sun refuses to shine because of her bronze glamour. Nature responds to her as if she is a supernatural being and because of her nature takes her queue for life. What beauty when nature has to stand in line for her. Her eyes are glamorous and dazzling and show enchantment. The eyes are stunning and have a brilliant cluster. She is a work of art and no one can do art like God. He definitely put this beauty together. If only you could have seen her at the moment she began to dance, you would have been bemused that she was created with impeccable flawlessness. You would have also been perplexed and mystified. Just to gaze upon her was an honor. Yes, “When she danced in June” she inspired the radiance of her essence to flow freely. This night and any other night she was the radiant sunrise. Those that look upon her knew that this lady always brought the beauty of a radiant sunrise. True elegance was at hand from this being called, “My Lady.” The grace and the chic of this lady are unexplainable. Her magnificent being is mesmerizing as her landscape give rise to the word, compelling. She is undeniable and indisputable. This lady is beyond doubt. Her steps are captivating as she moves with such elegance. When she walks towards you, it seems the soul within tries to escape and move into her soul, leaving one lifeless in the midst. When your own soul wants to leave your being and join hers, truly this is a time to say: “Amen.” To say “Amen” is within itself an expression of conviction. “My Lady” is truly a work of art and her spellbinding qualities are ever lasting upon whomever she touches.

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  into the night she goes
  by dannyknightuk

  Mana Island Cutter at Sunset

• Shes nothing but a disaster...
  by SThompson

  Please read..My newest one!

• He and She
  by kylee

  united in this final true love song

  i erote this poem for my dad’s wedding and have just realised i could let other people see my work.

• Left Alone
  by Breanna Thomas

  She’s the one that destroyed me. / And left me alone. / She left me for him, / When I was standing alone, / I’m beginning to become week, / N…

• When She Found Time
  by C.C. Arshagra

  “Yes” I said (the way love’s ease laughs) / “I too love time and the way you found her”

  This poem was inspired by the photograph titled the stable by RedBubble artist budrfli - – - / Please comment on this piece as well Butfli’s piece “the stable by visiting the page where the art that inpired this poem was found. Found inspiring of course.

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  She Was.
  by oddmartini

  When I think of her, she’s in the sky with bubbles. / How she got there is anyone’s guess, / But she looks down on us , / Now that she was. Analogue multiple exposures with a Holga 120S. X-Pro Velvia 100.

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  HOLDING A ROSE AS SHE GRACEFULLY SLIPS AWAY
  by Andy collins

  THAT WAS A PRETTY GOOD TITLE HUH LOL

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  Is she, or Isn't she...?
  by TerriRiver

  We met this coyote in the woods and River and the “stranger” became instant friends but after a few hours, River still couldn’t figure out whether or not the “bigger dog” was a dog…. :) Donation to charity / 50% of the proceeds of the sale of this image will be donated to Algonquin Park

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  So ugly shes cute!!!
  by LIam Cannold

  just my ugly/cute frenchie

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  She says
  by Pan Pan

  Working on my friend’s tablet.

• The Taxi
  by Acidalia

  Just as she was / about to head back into the restaurant and ask for a ride from one / of the bus boys, she spotted a yellow taxi parked up…

• SHE KNEW WHAT WAS COMING.
  by TerryCollett

  She knew what was coming, / She’d known it before: / The slam of a door, / The rattle of frames, The curses, the names / Of dames he’d…