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Where She Had Her HandA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem is about what a woman is doing with one hand while watching a couple do something else. |
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How I Know I Walked Into The Wrong Locker RoomA Poem by OhiomanSome guy is using this haiku poem to explain how he knew he has walked into the wrong locker room. |
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Called Her On The PhoneA Poem by OhiomanThis nove otto poem is about the phone call a woman has received one night... and what it makes her remember. |
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Sharing A Bath With Emily DA Poem by GeeSimple words |
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Green Ribs Of PoetryA Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell"And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul." ~John Muir |
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To Share More Than A BathA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem is about what a couple would let themselves share while soaking in the bathtub. |
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BeastA Poem by SierraMagickPoem I wrote my 10th grade year in highschool, based off of a book I read. |
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After The WorkoutA Poem by OhiomanThe author of this haiku poem tells us what happened between that person and a woman after they got done with exercising. |
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HerA Poem by Ksenia Kazantsevalisten closely, she's speaking to you |
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This Is What Karen SawA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem is about one woman seeing what her man is letting himself do with another. |
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You are the FanA Poem by Laura KateYou are the fanI wait in your windsto feel your flowrun through my clothes,my feet liftto dance upon your driftstwirling, swayingcolours swirlinghair .. |
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When She Looked Out The WindowA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem is about what one woman does when she sees a couple do something else. |
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ConflictionsA Poem by Ksenia Kazantsevaget in touch |
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PlayA Poem by Laura KatePlay me.I'm the guitar youtrace your fingers throughI feel you in my hollowed corevibrating through meand I want to singthe sweetest songso that you'l.. |
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Twelve Months Represent the Year Well SpentA Poem by Nat WellsThis was based off a writing prompt I found to try and combat writer's block. It's nothing too deep, just something spun in a few minutes. |
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The Maple's Sanguine Lament, Spoken WordA Poem by Pryde FoltzIt is getting to be that time of year again. |
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