A Poem by Nile Flores

If you think you're quite the poet,
then you're wrong.
In the Land of Words,
there's an Empress.

She know everything,
and everyone.
You can battle your heart out,
and still come up short.

Her name is Loquacious.
Here hair ink black,
and her skin white like paper.
Her words flow like fine Bourbon. 

Defeat is inevitable,
so just let her keep talking.
It can be frustrating with the Empress,
as she always has something to say.

None what she says is boring,
or ever a mistake.
Her perfection and keen mind,
can make you feel so utterly minuscule.

She knows all the ins and outs,
prepositions, alliterations, and more.
She can weave fine tall tales,
or conjure an impromptu poem.

She is a narcissist,
who just wants all of your attention.
Better bow to her,
she's the Empress of Words.

A Poem By Nile Flores

There is is, your prize.
It sits there gleaming and teeming with greed, in your eyes.

Go get it, and fawn over it.
Worship it, as it if was your very savior.

But what about those you have defeated?
Did you not civilly recognize their efforts?

Where was the diplomacy?
Where was the gratitude and graceful winner?

You say such cocky and lofty things,
while strutting about like a pompous peacock.

You think victory is just the part about winning?
Silly you! It is also about the losing too!

Such a shame that these words won't sink into your brain,
unless you are the defeated party on one unfortunate day.

There will always be sore losers, 
but gracious winners are the real victors.