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Hilary Was In ShockA Poem by OhiomanThis 23 word poem happens to be a new and raunchy nursery rhyme that should be sung to the tune of 'Hickory Dickory Dock'. |
Eric Got Naked With JoA Poem by OhiomanThis four line poem happens to be a new and raunchy nursery rhyme that should be sung to the tune of 'Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe'. |
Georgette Has WatchedA Poem by OhiomanThis four line poem happens to be a new and raunchy nursery rhyme that should be sung to the tune of 'Georgie Porgie'. |
She Saw Margret McShayA Poem by OhiomanThis four line poem happens to be a new and raunchy nursery rhyme that should be sung to the tune of 'See Saw Margery Daw'. |
Inside The One HoleA Poem by OhiomanThis 43 word poem happens to be a new and raunchy nursery rhyme that happens to be sung to the tune of 'Little Boy Blue'. |
Holy Human LoveA Poem by Scott De BuitléirComing to terms with my once-vehement hatred for the Irish Catholic church. |
HomeA Poem by Godwin SnowStanding in a motelTainted with an ashen smellI inhale and smileI’ve been wandering for a whileI don’t think I’m lost or anythingRat.. |
Goodbye, 2018.A Poem by Nisha M.Let us be kinder to ourselves in 2019. |
NightfallA Poem by JeanineThis poem is about how sometimes nighttime brings out the best of us rather than in the daylight. |
“Charon’s Due”A Poem by Bree OrlockA poem |
Do Not Speak Of Me With ThemA Poem by Scott De BuitléirAfter a conversation with a friend in Belfast, where he told me he asked some of his friends if they knew of me. |
Unedited MelancholyA Poem by PatrickPinkI don't know if I miss intimacy or the wilderness more |
In Front Of A CuckoldA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem shows us what a woman is doing in front of her own husband. |
It's not that I don't want to love youA Poem by Ally Annsome people don't understand why it is so hard to love |
New Year ThreesomeA Poem by OhiomanA guy follows two women to an outdoor swimming pool where they celebrated the new year in their own way in this terza rima poem. |
Evening LightA Poem by Scott De BuitléirHow pure and gentleThe light this evening shines;A final performance, perfectlyCaptivating its weary crowdI walk in the pools of dancingLight, playful.. |
Back at Square oneA Poem by C_theSurrealistnew year |