An Invader

She sauntered up in style,
The someones held their breath.
All mortals met her eyes,
Bewitched by her intoxicating smile.

She oozed class and oomph,
Petite was the lass.
A flower in full bloom,
Time stuttered, into an impasse.

Her hash brown tresses,
Blew warmth into the wind.
Her life, without any braids,
A hundred dreams, she pinned.

She stopped at the edge,
A few hearts, fell of the ledge.
The silence roared with a zing,
This lady, a resplendent spring morning.

Her smile disarmed the men,
The ladies, green with envy.
She was someone, who everyone yenned,
Her heart, taken; she was not free.

In a moment, everything was blur,
She disappeared, before any purrs.
She slipped many a hearts away,
The coy dame, An Invader.

An Invader - Dakota Johnson

P.S. This poem comes after 9 months of hibernation from the world of poetry.

An Invader An Invader Reviewed by Vyankatesh on Saturday, September 09, 2017 Rating: 5


  1. Beauty is something that we have to deal with... it's very special

  2. A woman who knows she is beautiful....she seems to know her power.

  3. The coy dame oozing class and oomph ... I never quite trusted those women! Perhaps it was envy.

  4. I can see where you are coming from, well penned and certainly a good read read. Thank you for sharing.

  5. Lovely read....and wonderfully penned. Nice to have you back....I too hibernated for 11 months.


  6. Beauty is a wonder

  7. The eternal male fantasy, it seems. (Smile.)

  8. A few hearts, fell of the ledge Haha nice expression Nice poem oh The power of beauty

  9. The unreality of models confounds me as if the sight of them makes even the most hideous of fashions acceptable by the viewer being partially blind.

  10. Ah yes.. beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.. :)

  11. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. thank you for sharing with us .