Breast Poems - Poems about Breast

... Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands......Read the rest...

...Love how can I describe you? Poets endlessly found a piece of you I’m one of a million blind mice You are a colossal elephant I feel you but do not know you Let me measure every inch of you ......Read the rest...

...Beneath the ghostly moon's silent gaze, Lies a forest shrouded in a spectral haze. Where twisted trees claw at the sky, And shadows dance as the winds sigh. A place where the veil is thin and f......Read the rest...

...My eyes open with the morning to witness the break of dawn and we waited quietly in the room for the signal to begin our journey at noon. The instructions were clear and everyone was briefed on wh......Read the rest...

...In the shadowed grove, where moonlight wanes, A raven perches, feathers inked with midnight stains. Its eyes, twin orbs of obsidian, hold secrets untold, As it croaks its mournful tale, a story of......Read the rest...

... Just a song, a melodic tune She’d heard that June Arm-in-arm, lips locked tight the thrill of night O, Lord, it seemed so right Her fair breast nestled in his che......Read the rest...

...Not tethered to a soul, I walk alone, A captain on this course, my heart my own. No master's hand directs my wandering feet, My path unfolds, a tapestry complete. My essence blooms, a garden wi......Read the rest...

... Written: April 13, 2024 for Unseeking Seeker Contest Rumi Quote: "I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God" ......Read the rest...

.... just close your eyne y'all and imagine mine chortle well uhhh ......Read the rest...

... I opened a large book- my rose to lay aft lifted from his graveside to my breast. Oh, yes- God stood beside me on that day and led me to the place where it would rest. One night I pra......Read the rest...

...i bear the scars of Roman rage punishment for my belief the scholars will not turn a page without my sorrow and my grief for I am here, the prophet's claims a once mentioned Witness to the pa......Read the rest...

...In days of yore, when gods ruled and men sinned, a tale unfolded, whispered by the wind. Etana, King of Kish, his heart aflame, yearned for a son; a successor to name. Escaping corporeal bo......Read the rest...

...Finally, my blood began to coagulate between the bodies that's our fate this place of death dressed in red with the debris that covers the dead they lay so still, with the stench they wait We ......Read the rest...

...I'm addicted to the sound of Of silence Like the wind blowing on cold morning Oho yes !!! I'm addicted If words would define what this is it wouldbe just total ??silence ?? . I'm addi......Read the rest...

... Belief comes in various forms for many treasons we will do so there's a system within at work to believe not comes to hit low Poets have a way with this as Christina has always shown believ......Read the rest...