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The First Orgy With My SisterA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis minute poem is from the point of view of one man who discovers something going on inside his sister's bedroom. |
Be It NowA Poem by Kristina YoderYour voice, it sootheswhere there's been burns and many a bruise.You walk with mein circles, it seemsI hear you singing and to yourrhythmsI breathe.Bu.. |
Don't Lust for LoveA Poem by Ben LRI learned some hard lessons along the way. |
Look Outside And See This Blonde BabeA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis sedoka poem is about what a man has seen his neighbor doing outside. |
Afar we stareA Poem by Laura E. Arandacreated April 13, 2020 in the midst of the outbreak of the novel Coronavirus disease (COVID-19) which as a respiratory illness spread from person to .. |
helpless oil paintA Poem by kianit remains cream-colored. the slightly tasseled canvas with unhemmed ends it remains empty. repeated strokes from the brushes, regardless the .. |
Still an AddictA Poem by Ben LRRoll past the tough times. Come out on the other side. |
Lullaby for An AngelA Poem by eldenpoetryA man is envious of the lives led by those outside his castle. |
Video TapesA Poem by LanaWe only remember the colors of the windThe sun peaking through treesAnd moments, we believe,As strong as steelSlowly become old video tapesDiscarded a.. |
FlagpoleA Poem by Warner-MaddenPoem 33FlagpoleFlagpole, flagpole, why you holding me back?Flagpole, flagpole, why you holding me back?I want to raise my head as high as your flagwhe.. |
HairA Poem by ColleenThis poem was written after my dad passed away from cancer and is reflection on the first time he lost his hair after chemotherapy. |
Heavy Anchor HeartA Chapter by chrysantheraniumYou take a breath,Ready to look back -Look deep back onThe times that once were..The times whereYou would look uponBoth sealaced streetsidesNot once, .. |
- Adj. ApologeticA Chapter by chrysantheraniumTW for slight mention of ab*se and s*lf harm (old mentions, but still). I am in a much better place mentally and emotionally now, it just felt nice to.. |
Before A Blonde Got Into BedA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis four line poem is a new and raunchy version of a classic nursery rhyme entitled 'It's Raining, It's Pouring'. |