Pungent Lips

Pungent Lips

A Poem by Deep Meaning
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A poem about my true love, Anna.

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There she was, standing there.
I had been looking everywhere.
Why did she come to me on such an occasion?
Would it be just another persuasion?

How dare she do that to me in the past.
We had times of fun, they were blasts.
O 'twas the sweet nectar of her lips.
O 'twas the jeans with their rips.

Why did she do that, why did she care?
I was so very close to her underwear.
As I came near, she was moaning and groaning.
She could not wait to get a taste of my boning.

I was so very close to her fabulous lips.
They peaked through the cloth and showed their tips.
As I finally got there, I realized with grief.
She had let out a little queef.

Immediately I began gasping for air.
I had inhaled a bacteria lair.
The stench was as great as it was foul.
And then she let loose of her bowel.

The ever so strong stench of feces filled the room.
I threw up as she retrieved the broom.
I ran out as soon as I could.
Though perhaps it was not something I should.

For now that all has been done.
I am now having no kinds of fun.
I just wanted a simple taste of her lips.
The lips that were beneath the jeans with the rips.


© 2014 Deep Meaning


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You need to stop thinking of rhyming as the purpose of the poem, with meaning a bias to the poem's direction. Rhyme is is important, but incidental, a way of establishing a drumbeat. Done well, the rhyme will seem almost accidental, the rhyming words perfect for the thought.

Here, you're using rhymed couplets, which can give the feel of a rocking horse if continued too long. Of more importance you're forcing the line to the needs of the rhyme. It can be made to work, as it is in the lyrics of the song, The Twelfth of Never, but only if the story and the thought being conveyed are primary:
http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-twelfth-of-never-lyrics-johnny-mathis.html

You also need to look into prosody, which makes the words flow, as they say, trippingly from the tongue. Without it, as here, it too often limps.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Deep Meaning

7 Years Ago

Thank you for your constructive criticism. I'm glad that you enjoyed the material to the point that.. read more
Deep Meaning

7 Years Ago

But I do see many faults with this poem in the way it flows. I just don't know how I could explain .. read more
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7 Years Ago

Like any other endeavor, you can't wing it. Take a look at the excerpt on Amazon for Stephen Fry's, .. read more



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AHAHAHHA OH C'MON! As ridiculous as this is, it is super funny! And well-written!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Interesting poem. It made me smile. Not to much into the whole feces part of it, but it is your poem and you should always write what you want to.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ehmm it was good rhyming and I thought it was going to go into something a bit more sensual? But whatever hah x) nice writing

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was pretty funny- I have to admit. Well written, definitely made me laugh. My boyfriend is still laughing...

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is funny! Haha, I laughed a couple times! Well written though!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is hilarious.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I am a simple teenage boy with the love for words. I make love to the paper. The pencil is my shaft and the paper, of course, is the vagina. Sometimes I hide my feelings, which can be related to a .. more..

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