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Morning Moanings
Scrape the sides of the pan Clear me of debris , no I’m not okay nah not ever to me Heart wrenching purposes Pussy pulsating memories
Amourè DeezyyPublished about 11 hours ago in Poets Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsEar After Ear
I asked for her pussy, she offered me her ear It was the left one at first; I aimed for the right I did my best to quiet down my bulging spear
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 2 days ago in Poets5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAncient Disoderliness
In the realm where stars doth dance and sway, Where darkness reigns and light doth stray, There lies a tale of angels once bright,
Samson E. GiftedPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIf I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsLight Fell in Love with The Darkness
She craved what was wrong for her The man who lingered in the shadows Stood in silence and when he did speak, you could feel the power in his voice
Mercedes ChavezPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Shadows of Antiquity: A Poetic Journey Through the History of Cultism
In the dusk of human thought, where shadows dance and weave, Lies the tale of cults, in whispers they conceive. From ancient temples to the modern city's glow,
Samson E. GiftedPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished 5 days ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsTwin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished 6 days ago in PoetsGood poem:food porn
secret screen of a lavish deluxe, delicate lush Stuffing my face like a bloated monster As I sneak into the scenes of a hole-in-the-wall kitchen
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 7 days ago in Poets