Lyric Women Poems

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If I die young would you buried me in place filled with flowers ?
If I die young would you stay by my side, holding me tight for hours ?
If I die young would you kiss my lips  before I fly away ?
And please don't cry cause everything will be okay...
I know that you hate to hear from me these wordsBut time can be deceiving and stab me with his sword
Believe me I don't wanna let you a lone
But I'll make sure you'll have someone by your side in case I've gone
I was a writer , I was a singer you were my lyrics you were my song
I didn't have home, you were my home we are belong
So if I die young would you buried me in place filled with flowers? 
If I die young would you stay by my side, holding me tight for hours?
 If I die young would you kiss my lips before I fly away ?
And please don't cry cause everything will be okay...
Sometimes I feel your hands getting around my waist
Kiss me one more time and I'll show you , I haven't forgot the taste
Your a true love that I once had
And saying goodbye to it , is what's making me bad
I don't need a therapy , I don't need a cure
When I had you , I had every thing and more
So if I die young would you buried me in place filled with flowers?
 If I die young would you stay by my side, holding me tight for hours? 
If I die young would you kiss my lips before I fly away?
 And hunny don't worry cause everything will be okay....

I wrote this poem after I heard (if I die young song) I liked it so much but I couldn't memorize it so I've decided to make my own version, hope you like it.

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015

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Clouds dim from a fevered night bare as skin of dragonflies’ grasp, and I pace along tattered leaves strewn on barbed fences of life moaning through a distant breeze: yet the candle burns inside my heart to feed dire hunger of jailed souls.... There, street women circle around in a furnace of hope...on a barren lane where mangled sparrows cry in despise; and my will to plod an inner odyssey rages, searching for some need to fill breaths of peace not for myself but for a biting desire I cannot explain, that my own pain hollers from the marrow... the kind that flames the stars and rain. John Lawless' Bite Me 6/8/2015 ~ inspiration from Les Miserables as gleaned from my gender counseling

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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   if I could see you, one time, 
             the way you dress
      If I could see you as you are 
   the way God made you in 
       the dress of Eve 
     the way you may silently weep
          but all I see is masquerade
              all I see here is deceit

      if I could hear you, one time, 
               the way you speak
             if you have anything to say
                  sing me a song however
won't you come step out of the shade
           'cause all I see is masquerade
                and all that I hear is masquerade 

'caught between a very tight space and a
     long length of time
   I've no use for anything that's not
       completely mine

    take back your olive branch, 
              your bird of freedom,
       mountain highs and valley lows
        pomp n circumstance in
             need of reason
    trim n prune that bloody rose
    'cause all I see is masquerade
         all I see here is deceit

if I could see you, one time, 
                       the way you are

Copyright © Rightly Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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devils' cannot go round corners' 
evil cannot bend- 
it is mostly found in madmen many cases
"some married men"
they all wear bare face masks, 
the evil of the deciever is located 
in their eyes...connected to a rotten the deceit is beating... 

..."sin salivating demon"...

they are frustrated fallen women...
predators of women and children, 

you can find them on your t.v 
preaching Christian words,... 
more lies...
the flesh of young 
they love to torture, 

another so called "Christian, politician" 
to be exact, preaching against 
child molestation, 
found himself in prison, 
for raping children,...that's a fact 

the devils work, gives lips service 
to that of a spiritual demon flirt 

none of you can be trusted, 
you are all potential rapists' 
just a matter of time 
before your a%s is busted, 
before the truths' uncovered 

you Christian 
ass holes point the finger at gays...
when you are the real reason 
why you go to church and pray 

it is not to find your faith, 
for you have none at the start, 

...for you wouldn't do
the kinds of things
that break a childs heart...

you know it is only a matter of time 
before your life falls apart ...

hang your head in shame you bastard!!!
hang your head in shame... 

you're the reason why women leave men 
why so many despise your type
the heart of this man is not be trusted... 
from experience this logic commands 

...another supposed family man...
Hiding behind his family...his wife

don't preach to me you sinner... 
all of you make me laugh... 
you won't find me in one of churches 
your mind bending cult... 
perfectly built to house sinners 
your the ones' who take it up the a#s

this so called religion
you hide behind...
you yourself a joke...

Now I could write a passage
of compassion-be a real bleeding

but as adults who are we protecting
here...the child...or these nobs
these predators...that steal
a childs innocence...a childs dreams

there is no compassion
only an abyss I cannot forgive
anyone...anyone for this...

 for these kids
a life of nightmares dark shadows
and silent screams...they'll either end up
victims...or brave courageous...
strong and determined human beings...choose a life
of love somehow become a beautiful
loving person...

for devils only walk straight lines...
in God you will repent...
in God there is no pretence...

Copyright © Eileen R. Kelly | Year Posted 2007

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Am I a woman when i turn 18?
No longer scared to sneak dad’s old whiskey out of our Swedish glass cabinet
Maybe it was when i got that first crimson stain 
on my yellow frilly knickers at 12 years of age.
Or when I got “the” talk, you know the one
about how you were conceived and what to do so you don’t end up pregnant
as in, use protection.

Perhaps I became a woman the day I woke up in my safe haven.
Well, wrapped up in my best friends duck feathered quilt.
After a wild Wednesday, that got way too wild.
I went to the toilet and my favourite pair of victorias secret knickers
were full of blood and my hair smelt like sex.
Nasty, degrading sex.

Not the nice kind that even though it’s your first time,
a little messy and uncoordinated, you know it’s right.
He may not be your first love or your last but he has your heart in this moment 
and in 40 years you will still smile at how young and foolish you both were.

I mean the kind of sex that isn’t really sex.
Because, shouldn’t there be more than one person participating?
You’re drunk and trying to move away but for him, that’s not an option.
You saying no is like a competition to him. Him, the stranger you met two hours ago.

The kind of “sex” that leaves you dishevelled and torn.
Not just your hymen that’s torn but all your pride, happiness, soft heart, destroyed.
Your labium ends up purple and blue, the perfect description of your feelings.
And eventually you stop fighting back.

Sixteen, drunk and alone.
Twenty-two, aggressive and well-built.
No chance.
Lifeless corpse, pounded.
But it’s okay,
There has to be an end.

You’re driven home to your best friend’s house.
Shaken, unstable.
You walk in and don’t say a word.
Just cling to her till sleep engulfs you.
But you wish you never wake up.
My poem, unfinished.

Copyright © Elsie Rockett | Year Posted 2017

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In this world of Uncertainties I’m the man that you can trust And in my words of sincerity That my love would never last. And if you could only feel, what i feel for you You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth Like our love that tightens the rope, Like a light that would give us hope. As you watch the dark skies Let me grab the moon for you, And as I catch the bright stars That’s the way you can see me through As this planet turns as it always will And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel Hold my hand for it will make us strong Like a wind, we will carry on The wind blow that sings a hymn for you For they know what does love means for the two Love is blind, and not deaf So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet? In this poem with full of rhymes, A full of love, Babe can you be mine? I don’t expect too much from you Why should I? If you complete my whole. “Till death do us part” that’s what they have said But why do struggles crash them ahead? Don’t ask me when my love will last, To count all of our quarrels, is that a must? Now and Forever is all that I promise No day dreaming and without reminiscence As the matter of time, as the time passes by Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :) pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless

Copyright © Emmanuel Fajutagana | Year Posted 2013

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<                                        she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man 

                                          when they get together
                                          they join hand and hand
                                          for loves be glory
                                          in this fairy tales story

                                          for she's a hard headed women
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man

                                          though shes stubborn as an mule
                                          but can make that man still drool
                                          as he's so shy
                                          but  captured her roving eye

                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft hearted man

                                          now don't you just think
                                          romance can start out as a wink
                                          even if it may be a little lie
                                          come on little boy now give it a try

                                          for she's a hard headed woman
                                          lovin a soft hearted man

                                          a hard headed woman
                                          lovin that soft harded man

My Next 
Country Western Song   LOL

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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Hello girl,
Can I lie to you, can I say you wear the most beautiful smile
Like I never saw my mama wear a priceless version on my graduation
Can I tell you your face holds that “Eureka” like I just discovered a living Mona Lisa
Just to get your ego high, and make you want to hear another lie
I can see that smile, am I getting there?
Am I close to satisfying your fantasy of a possible Mr. Right; the one you dream about every other night.
Hold on,
I just want to be your friend right; even though we both know I’ll be lying
What I want is an addiction which I clearly see in that beautiful body that you carrying.
I can’t take my eyes off you, now that’s some truth, but what I want to really take off you, is your clothes
Plan is to take your ‘T’ off just like tRUTH, and make you commit to me just like RUTH
Be your puppet and serve you with those twinkling smiles, then I’ll dim it the moment you serve me with your forbidden fruit.
Now I can brag to my niggas that I had you; easy take, I took away your honor
You gave all your heart sweetheart but that’s still a tight corner
I got to make more room; so it’s time to find another
Babe see; what a man cherish is what he never had; do you need a prove?
Check your history; Mona Lisa on display attracted a skillful thief
So please believe, the true man for you is not the one you enticed to come closer
But the one you hide but still burn the torch to find you in your saddest hour
The devil’s teasing; "you should have listened to daddy prodigal daughter"
There’s no turning back, that’s why I didn’t write this for you; you already traded your dignity of a perfect wife
For a perfect party girl fake niggas applaud; they want a ride
Now you worn out, your brake paddles are all out, that’s why you crushing
Fake nigga is out there laughing, and no one cares, for only Christ can do that saving without collateral damages incurring
But you not even looking cos your focus is on another man, girl you pathetic
Get your contacts and stay focus, this is no Disney world; this a world of snakes and deceptive magic 
Now you feeling all uneasy; to yourself you asking, ‘Gosh is he talking about me?’
Girl that’s a definite no!
I’m only shaping a bullet proof vest to invest nine lives in my unborn daughter;
In case she comes across a straight bullet from a lying tongue; now that’s my selfish truth.
Here's something I wrote years ago, just came across it and decided to share

Copyright © ezer agyin | Year Posted 2016

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Written August 21, 2013

There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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What wretched, vile, decay comes on
from out of dreams before the dawn,
in nights of Sligo, where I grew
to be the man she thought was gone.

She prayed me death, I always knew,
her witches breath and witches brew,
though seeming just an Irish lass,
who seemed as I, the likes of you.

But never think a night will pass
when she's not there in midnight mass,
her cauldron steaming, seething, blight,
designed to tarnish gold or brass.

She begged I drink, to make love right,
revealing all she was that night,
beneath her gown, her only dress,
was more than eyes could ever fight.

Her skin, so soft, to curse or bless,
her opening, to happiness,
as all the man I'd grown to be,
she pulled into her nakedness.

As her familiar welcomed me
into her dark, where I could see
the light of heaven through my vein,
she told me death was meant to be.

© VEE BDOSA the Doylestown Poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Do not fear intelligent women
When in love they happen to be such fools.
They would attend to your every demon 
With dreams of a white gown of lace and tulle.
Been there, done that, wore those shoes, have that bruise.
Exaggeration played a silly trick.
"Got used to being yours and now I'm whose?"
Turns out I'm mediocre and not schick.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

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Verse 1
Adam was in the garden 
And looking very sad
The Lord asked him, what was wrong 
And this is what he said
You’ve created a lovely garden
And all the animals too
But when, I’m feeling lonely
Lord, what am I to do 

Pre - Chorus
It’s a friend I need
A friend indeed
A loving gentle guide
To help me through my day
A companion by my side

Verse 2
The Lord came up with a solution
After thinking it through
He said, I’ll put you to sleep
Cause’ you’re unique
And this is what I’ll do
Yeah’ I’ll take a rib from you
I’ll make you someone special 
Loving, faithful and true

And God created women 
Their beauty next to none
Now theirs none in the garden
And the devils' on the run

Verse 3
So God created woman 
With such beauty, grace and fair
Everything the man desired
And she would do and dare                                    
She was very understanding
And God bought her unto him
Adam said I'll name her Eve 
And God looked and grinned

And God created women 
Their beauty next to none
Now theirs none in the garden
And the devils' on the run

Verse 4
Now the Lord sternly warned them 
About the tree of knowledge
It stood in the mist of the garden
It was good and evil porridge
He said the day you eat of it
You will surely die
But that devil had a cunning plan
Cause he was slick and sly

And God created women 
Their beauty next to none
Now theirs none in the garden
And the devils' on the run

Verse 5
Now both were in the garden
And having lots of fun
Until that slimy snake
Enticed Eve with one
So she took a bite of the apple
Giving some to him
And Adam knew in an instant
They had fallen into sin

So God made a rescue plan
Seeing what Satan had done
He said I'll send a redeemer
Christ my only begotten son

And God created women 
Their beauty next to none
Now theirs none in the garden
And the devils' on the run

Copyright © 13th March 2014
All Rights Reserved

Copyright © kevin leake | Year Posted 2014

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My friends, this saga slowly unfurls
 a love story that went quickly awry,
 seems greedy Bob dated a pair of girls
 when with one, to the other he’d lie.
The homlier girl’s name was Edith
 who, nonetheless Bob was fond of,
 but, greedy Bob wanted to live out the “myth”
 and with sisters, he was sure to find love !
He began slyly asking about sister Kate
 for her beauty was equalled by few,
 she was young, and he believed her well worth the wait
 she had enough sex appeal for two !
Bob’s antics had him severely troubled
 because, he covered his tracks day and night,
 his love-making prowess had quickly doubled
 so his lovelife was going just right !
Well, finally Bob’s saga ended in terror
 because the girls both found out what he’d done,
 Bob had mixed their names up, in a passionate error
 and what transpired next, was not very fun !
One of the sisters had taken Bob’s life
 because he’d proven he couldn’t be “true”,
 and the lesson he learned, at the end of that knife
 taught, “you can’t have your Kate…..and Edith, too !

Copyright © david goodwin | Year Posted 2013

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****"No better tomorrow""***

Before the sun could have made its appearance,
her eyes are forced open,
with the outburst of the little one's patience;
Frustrated, sleep deprived and irritated, 
She jolts her head with the steel roof,
roof of sufferings,
covering the trek for butter and bread;
She tries to calm her baby incongruously,
She fails then slaps him for weeping,
and wonders if she would, ever, live happily;
The aghast kid, silently, sleeps in her arm,
she hums a strange lullaby,
repelling the foul odor of the swarm;
swarm full of poverty stricken flies,
who wakes up and walks to nearby mill,
to earn bread;
while lifting the weight, she cries;
She cries due to oppressive force upon head,
all of a sudden, she realizes her delay,
and she hurries,
as she doesn't want to get wasted;
She precipitates the boy in cradle,
made of a cloth; tattered, shoddy and ignored,
same as her life, nothing but a battle;
The battle not for glory but for survival,
the battle not to live but to breath,
the battle...
to remove stains off the crystal;
Her eyes are kept open at night,
as she, mostly, is hungry and anxious,
because she experiences dark voids of light;
She reaches the site and
pleads to get work,
one bricks falls,
the manger goes berserk;
He continues to slap her, reddened are her cheeks,
She won't protest the abuse for sake of her job,
she walks to a corner and silently weeps;
After going through the mental turmoil,
she reaches her decrepit slum,
confronting her stinking fate,
as she would, again, be slapped by his husband,
He was hungry and she is late;
Without uttering a sound, she cooks,
Once all her children are sleepy,
She lies down and thinks about the world of crooks;
She is feeling dizzy and is about to sleep,
but before her eye lids could have kissed,
on her dusty legs, something creeps;
Goosebumps are on way and she is scared,
scared of what follows next,
she cries as crunched are her breasts;
the animal enters into her violently,
and squeezes her soul out of her,
he is gone; She is unsatisfied and injured
She cries but she endures it daily;
She is sobbing but is scared to sleep,
the pain is oozing out of her,
as the scars are green and deep;
she gazes at the steel roof,
and a drop of tear caresses her cheek,
but the water won't wash away her sorrow,
because she feels; she is poor,
and for her, there is not going to come a better tomorrow.

Copyright © Nishant Upadhyay | Year Posted 2014

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Welcome to the planet
Wake me when it’s over
The dreamer’s always tempted
To come around and show her

And I just keep wastin my time
On girls that won’t love, me, like their wine
And it’s just too easy to blame
The rock and the system for causing my pain
And I just want you to know that I’m through
With being alone, when I’m with you 
And when you mask the truth with your lies
It just won’t get any better for the rest of your guys

And when you fall asleep
The night covers your tears
And the darkness sees you weeping
Cause your conscious can’t be cleared
This year you’re feeling colder
Your heart’s a little older
You haven’t found your soul mate
And now you think you’re too late

But one look inside of my eyes
Gives you the hope that there’s a guy
Who can make you feel happy and sad
And it’ll be worth it to feel that again

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

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Written July 29, 2013

The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Empty words take the place of what I'd say;
I'm at a point of complete silence.
Under Carolina skies, cloudy and gray,
As these thoughts turn inside my head.

I'm not brokenhearted, nor do tears fall;
Can't believe what I've done more or less.
What I thought was love wasn't love at all;
Thrill is nostalgic and sinful, I guess.

Yeah, I do and don't like mistakes;
Who would hate a good adventure?
The ugly beauty of escapades,
Especially, when it was her.

So now is the time to move on,
And go make better of ourselves.
We've conquered the things that were wrong,
Leaving behind our stories to tell.

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2012

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Screw my father
that I never knew.
If you take the blame
screw you, too.
Help my family
my Mom, Grandparents, and my Brother.
Let them live happily,
and get along with one another.
When I leave
I hope people will will remember me.
I will believe.
Screw everyone who disagrees.

Let God rise
and let him take his final prize.
Let him free this earth from crime and lies.
If someone dies
I just hope someone cries.

I hope we all grow old
not cold, 
till we are ninety five.
If you're still alive
Will you remember me?
Will I be in you're memory?

Let the kids 
who used to beat me up
in the street
Kiss me 
from my head
to my feet.
When they die and go to hell,
and start to bleed.
Baptize me in their blood
cure other people with their love
this rhyme will start a flood.

Copyright © Blake Holland | Year Posted 2016

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Women Who LOVE Football
Are DIFFERENT from the rest
They live their LIFE with PASSION
They love their FAMILY best.

They aren’t afraid to get their hands DIRTY
They are not afraid to FIGHT
They know how to put their GAME FACE on
Attempting last DOWN's under Stadium lights.

They are always ready to EXECUTE their OPTIONS
They always plan to SCORE
They have a sense of PURPOSE
And are STRONGER than they think.

They WILL NEVER GIVE UP without a fight
They always PLAY by all the RULES
They have a positive ATTITUDE
They always keep their COOL.

Women who LOVE Football
Will always WIN with STYLE
And if they ever happen to LOSE
They will always lose with DIGNITY
Leaving their problems upon the FIELD.

(Version 2 revised December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2010

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The beauty of life
The beauty of life.
The beauty of life.

It is nice to have enemies,
when you need love.
It is nice to have opponents
when you need support.
It is nice to have critics,
when you want to be great to a fault.
It is nice to come across a dead sheep,
when you need a living dove.

The beauty of life.
The beauty of life.

It is nice to have murderers,
when you need life.
It is nice to have trouble makers,
when you need peace.
It is nice to have adversaries,
when you need success keys
It is nice to come across heart breakers
when you need a wife.

The beauty of life
The beauty of life.

It is necessary as you live
For it helps you carry on.
It helps you retrieve
when they think they have won.
It helps you reach destination without looking back
for you have conquered what can conquer.
You arrive when water off a duck's back
for you have overcome what can hinder.

The beauty of life.
The beauty of life.


Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

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How lovely you are our Boar Head bar maiden
We fancy your red -long curly hair
For a grin we are treated when you bend at our table
To wipe away- our spilt dark brewed beer

Pour us another you lovely young maiden
Pour us another-a dream in a mug
We whistle and giggle with eyes wide open
For we all are here to cheer (to cheer)
For we all are here to cheer

You wipe round and round -wearing such low blousing
Exposing your bosom with laughter 
Our eyes do widen as our hearts do a spyen
Of the twins in your horn of plenty

Pour us another you lovely young maiden
Pour us another-a dream in a mug
We whistle and giggle with eyes wide open
For we all are here to cheer (to cheer)
For we all are here to cheer

So we sing this song of our Boar Head bar maiden
Who fills our bellies with pints of dark ale 
For on our journey home -we will sing this happy song
Of your bosom our hearts are thus clinging 

Pour us another you lovely young maiden
Pour us another-a dream in a mug
We whistle and giggle with eyes wide open
For we all are here to cheer (to cheer)
For we all are here to cheer

Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2013

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She was on the rebound
Under several influences
When she mentioned how
She’ll get over that one
By getting beneath the next
I thought “This could be fun!”

I wasn’t just parched,
I was desiccated
When I looked around
There was no competition
Wondered if the gun’s
In firing condition?

When you really need a drink
More than pornographic ink
You quaff at the next
Proffered pink sink.

Before we embraced,
I protested piously 
“You want to use my thirst 
To mask a male memory?”
Our lust became pearls 
Strung on strings of plenty.

When I really needed drink
More than pornographic ink
I took a deep draught
From her wet, pink sink.

With our discard on demand 
Mutual understanding
There’s no tangled feelings
To make us cry or shout.
Not that she’s just any girl
Some pearls are worth stringing-out.

When I need another drink
More than pornographic ink
I’ll look her up online 
Give her the pink sink wink.

Copyright © Daniel Davies | Year Posted 2016

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Some like it hard and some easy,
Some like it fragile and some tough.
Some like elegant not cheesy,
Some like it real, some like it buff.

Some take their time to have breakfast,
And some wake up and off they run.
No obligations or steadfast.
All deserve spot under the sun.

Some like sex with perfect stranger,
Some choose to rediscover one.
Some prefer a heat exchanger,
Some - a fireplace and stars and fun.

Some like it steady and stable.
For change some like it versatile.
Some like to be tied with cable.
Some like their dirty clothes to pile.

Some sweep just upon occasion.
Some just cannot bear to be seen
With no mop. Figure equation.
They like their living space so clean.

So we are all so different.
We all pursue our tiny dreams.
One can't afford indifference
Or randomly let go of steam.

Give way to consideration.
'Cause in the end, to each his own.
Direct path to admiration.
With God's help you won't be alone.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

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Woman, woman, God's creation so divine
You can truly make a man's life so fine
You make the world bright cause you really shine
Of God's love to mankind you are the sign

You nourish the world with your love
And for you we thank the heaven above
You are everything good that this earth is made of
Sweet and gentle yet tough when push comes to shove

There is no job harder in this world but thine
You deserve to be built a shrine
So as you grow older please do not whine
You get better with age  just like the best wine

I think that women are the most beautiful among God's creation and I believe that 
behind every man's downfall and success is a woman. I have been raised by 
women and all that I achieve at the present time I do with the help and inspiration 
of one very special lady. To all women in the world I salute and thank you-JEB

Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2006

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June 21, 2013

We've been floating through the years
Just you and me my dear
Without a worry on our minds
Or a watch to keep the time

Which way will you go
Which way will you go
If you take the road less traveled
You're much less likely to unravel

Where have you gone
I can't seem to find you anywhere but here
Right by my side where you belong
Holding hands and singing songs

Of a time long gone
When the long forgotten speak
Their minds
And we let ours go in time

Which way will you go
Which way will you go
If you take the road less traveled
You're much less likely to unravel

How will you answer
My love
Will you trust in your beloved
Or look to the stars above

As the days roll by
I wonder why
Which will
Which will you try

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

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Why do people react to the verb insist?
Most of them, I noticed, take it as insulting.
Have lotta men 'round me. I can resist.
So cut out your attitude. It's not exulting.

So you tend to think if you are that rich
Every woman would immediately want you?
But did you come to think how to enrich
Your game? Here's something new. I will give ya a clue.

If you're expecting sex from start, right on!
But for me it is definitely a turn off.
Get lost! Most probably I will move on.
I mean it's true. I'm sorry that I'm rough.

We met on Tinder. I don't know you much.
You said, I shouldn't be making you a favor.
I'm responsible for future as such.
While there are real jerks out there of every flavor.

In your research three minutes are enough
To know if the partner suits and is attractive.
Words are deceiving. Maybe you're a fluff?
That's the reason why I avoid being proactive.

So I would rather take it rather slow.
Anxious? Is it really too much to ask for?
Get a cab back to your little bureau.
What you really need is probably a whore.

Copyright © Agatha Jetaime | Year Posted 2015

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Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Boom boom tap.
Holy. Freaking. Crap.

Here come the snare drums,
With the bass drums,
And the cymbals,
The band follows.

I have a secret.
Everyone knows it.
And I don't know about,
If I can contain this shout.

And I don't know,
If I can take it anymore.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Tap tap tap.
The marching band's coming.
You better start moving.

They don't stop.
All of them just stomp- stomp- stooooomp.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

This song probably makes,
No sense.
But there's really no,
Deep meaning.

These are the facts...
Literally everyone goes,
Crap, crap, crap.

I got that drum beat.
Not just in my feet,
But in my heart.
But it's just too hard.
This girl's got her drum beat.
She can take the heat.
But when it comes to love,
She's... Down to drugs.
But not those kind where,
You can feel fear.
It's already there.

Zoom zoom zoom.
Zoom te zoom zoom.
My heart goes boom boom.
But you just see it through.
Like it's a clear,
Drum beat.

Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2013

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One Hundred
By Nate Spears

One hundred percent has been missing 
Since one hundred percent of the beginning
A large percent has been given
A large percent has vanished

Which leads me to think
The fool isn’t played
The fool is in living
Adam was the fool
For the rib he was giving
To his wife,
Starving generations with sin 
In life

In a world of hard times
The snake rule will end
Head less; or heart less
Without it; regardless
You’re dead
On this earth we stand
As is in heaven

Copyright © Nate Spears | Year Posted 2013

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Maybe he was wrong.
Maybe I was right.
Maybe it was already done,
even before the fight.
Either way; It’s all I think about at night...

Maybe I’d been wrong before-
In all that hadn’t been shed by light.

Maybe I was too caught up in detail-
too contemplated on the fight.

Filling the void.

I was no longer me-

When I’d been so destroyed.

Decaying moral standard-
Reasons not yet provoked;
Moments not yet confronted-
Nor feelings evoked.

Spending countless moments-
in attempt to fix what wasn't broken.
Just so that I could forget,
which words been spoken.
my wings then opened;

Twas the path I’d chosen.

Copyright © Carly Larkin | Year Posted 2013

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As hades watching hoping she would dive in.
But a gentle soul waiting at the gate of hell, waiting for the command from Olympus.
Death softly passes 
     Death roam her round about but the gods were seated in Olympus.
Hera listening softly to the heart beat of Zeus.
The god of music was drowning Olympus in his lovely melody.
But the gods refused but waiting on the woman standing at the gate of hell.
    Death reached her hand so hades shall be pleased.
So the gods were watching.
The breath of hades opened Thanatos calling like a soft wind upon her. 
So the gods were watching.
The woman from earth, the woman whom caught the pleasure of the Olympians of Olympus.
But death still parading her at the gate of hades

Copyright © Christian adeyemi | Year Posted 2017