Poetry
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- Written by: nickpear
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Chateau de Moutarde in highbrow lettering.
Fancy fine place, stately purple neon
serves a royal reputation and a fancy fine price.
A penguin with a rat ‘stache and bow tie.
Hand him a Hamilton in the shake and say,
“Near a window.”
Indication of class required for all diners.
Mine, cigarette smoke moth closet loaner,
he said, “This should suit your dapper denims.”
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- Written by: grunfruaorshell
- Category: Poetry
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Of course I take mine with sugar
But the children and ants got in the bowl.
So perhaps a squeeze of lemon
If I do not have to share with Karl or Leo or Sigmund.
Rather tired of the petit fours,
Those little sticky-sick boxes used to put everyone into.
I've lost my shoe and my butter and my sympathy
And I much rather sit and watch the dollhouse burn.
Ah, I am grateful that I do not have to settle among the limited
For I am the stuff of dreams, of tarts, of spoons.
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- Written by: daphfine
- Category: Poetry
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When you drive with me, I am most content
I stare out the passenger seat, and
It’s like you are introducing to me the world
No matter how (supposedly) familiar the sights, the turns, the roads.
My favorite moment is when the sun’s
Shining through the trees
And there is a pause, like this happy sigh of silence
And there we are, perfectly enveloped, a golden luminescence.
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- Written by: NATURAL
- Category: Poetry
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Two glasses half full with Hennessy, ash tray with half smoked herbal remedy, two bodies lay together as nature intended it to be, sex fills the air, sweat runs of ebony skin, he explores her body, kisses her neck, lingers and takes in her scent, runs his beautiful lips over her ebony breast, her nipples harden as his mouth devours them hungrily, taste touch caresses. Takes his time until he feels her body tingle, she pulls on him, wraps her legs around him, his touch feels so sweet, she’s finding it hard to control the release that is bubbling. He moves further down lingers at her navel, takes some ice rubs it over harden nipples all the way down, he replaces the ice with his tongue , kisses and licks lower and lower, he tastes how turned on she is , teases her ,until she cannot even keep still, his tongue adds to the wetness , what he does with fingers is dangerous. She stops him climbs on top, kisses and nibbles his ears , traces her tongue over his beautiful ebony torso, he feels her breast surround his swelling manhood, bodies slamming, pleasure echoing almost drowning out the R n B playing, room steaming, juices over flow.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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How will life soar without another heart?
As this lonely one flies over Manhattan Park
Love of orange seizes winter leaves from fall
In flight of his duty no answer calls
The perfect life sound can never begin
As the albatross flies over empty oceans
Forever in flight weakens his load
Where shall love land on wings so alone
On islands of stink in the white seagull snow?
Even for love he has chosen no!
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- Written by: soi-disant
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to rephrase a time and to retake a moment
its a difficult practice even with insurance
so we made the most of this hour
to instill happiness and sweat into our minds and bodies
as aposed to the trouble that does come from
nerve wretching worry.
we enjoyed this mass of seconds
deep in the sport of and passion of love making
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
- Category: Poetry
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With a slightly waxed appeal,
The shiny purple and white cover gleam at me with excitement.
Pick me up!
And I reach behind the display blocking my treasure,
And grasp the shiny silver spiral.
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- Written by: Leylow
- Category: Poetry
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Trapped within the narrows
between yesterday
and tomorrow
I ponder the next step.
The path before me,
reminiscent of Frost’s,
offers choices with
its directions.
Yesterday’s sadness sends
fingers to intertwine
with mine, to pull me
into the known path of destruction.
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- Written by: Leylow
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The mantra of survival circles through my head
as I practice breathing:
in, out, deeper, longer.
I search for strength that hides in the vestiges of my pride,
in hopes it will carry me through
another sleepless night.
The man who once walked beside me has lost significance,
but the emptiness that remains screams its presence
in the night’s dark silence.
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
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I fight the flight of my mind, the flutter of bended lashes-
The trouble of overthinking every step of any regard-
For I think with my toes against the concrete,
Forever forward I follow the overwhelming fire-
The one that burns, It claws its way from the depth
Of secret nights, of shared fantasy, of forbidden fruit,
The long bat of the eyelid that remains ever open,
The generic trance, the livid contraception of sinful wiles,
Keeps me always the voyeur to the settling of dust,
The calm that captivates the satiated,
The queer myth of internal peace-
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
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Sometimes I'm a fallen leaf-
From the branches of the family tree-
I dont want to lie here looking up,
I'm tired of being on the outside gazing in-
I'm tired of being the mistake
Im tired of feeling broken and plagued-
I dont wanna feel the need to be accepted anymore-
I dont wanna see the depth of my misjudgement anymore-
I dont wanna feel like this,
I dont wanna be like this-
I dont wanna end like this.
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
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The Lies of my past are crudely splattered like paint
They drip and smear and blend
and strike harsh contrast against the white of it's former wall-
I lay choked on the chill
that creeps in from cracked windows
You had once again forgotten to close so long ago,
and that I cannot bring my self to touch it's sill,
Thrown down belly up in disbelief that life regains composure,
it remains in spite of the disbelief in your absence,
The empty fog of the woods dim shadows,
against the trunks I wander alone,
This is my heart.
