Best Breast Poems

Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn
and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays,
but never could I liken them to the great love born
when I feel your sensuous touch that sets me ablaze.

Impatiently, I wait while my heart is yearning
for daylight's journey...

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As Her Love Lives Forever In This Heaving Breast


Wisdom, its great truths, that treasure, my newest quest.
As her love lives forever in this heaving breast.

As sun was waiting its glorious rise
I woke again, what a shocking surprise
Room was pitch black and clock stared at me
Blinking...

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Breasts, boobies, knockers, **** – call them what you will
We are talking about breast cancer – and sadly it can kill

The key to success with catching the disease is early detection
Remember boobies aren’t just funbags to give a fella an ********

Breasts can be appreciated in...

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This is a short piece for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I lost a close friend very talented, very young to breast cancer. I also lost my cousin recently to the same disease. I hate that ugly "C" word. I just wrote this story to highlight...

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strange it was there just the other day 
hanging about as usual, 
reminding me in my mirrored image 
of my definite femininity 
now gone, am I less of a woman? 
will you look at me differently, 
or strangely as I do myself? 

I never really...

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Soon, sunlight will yawn on the edge of dawn
and I'll welcome the warmth of his morning rays,
but never could I liken them to the great love born
when I feel your sensuous touch that sets me ablaze.

Anxiously, I wait while my heart is yearning
for daylight's journey...

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October is breast cancer awareness month, if you don't check them, I will.

Bodies, presented to the world with love and affection,
Revealing to others a person's hope and attention.
Every once in a while the body must put up a fight,
A war within itself when something is...

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All Praise the Breast
Gawaine Caldwater Ross

When an infant is hungry, frightened or injured
his mother places him upon her breasts,
comfortable like pillows with nipples.
Nipples. Mmmm, good.
From the very beginning the breast
is a major source of comfort,
which we forget during childhood
but discover again after puberty.
Breasts are satisfying,...

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Hi dear friends, I’m back after a bad shingles attack and straight after that bronchitis verging on pneumonia.

Little Robin red breast bobbing up and down,
Would take away with glee, anybody’s frown
And friendly buzzing Mr Bumble bee delights,
Us one and all, he does not sting, it’s...

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dreaded breast cancer
stages of growth tenderness
first thought is despair

main objective to destroy
shattering whole families

Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey...

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Silently you crept onto my weakened chest;
Grew huge until pain flooded my core,
Then put inner will to an arduous test.   

You were found when I undressed;
Gently rubbed where I was sore,
Silently you crept onto my weakened chest. 

Slowly you took away all my...

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Youthful temptress, aging oracle,
Nymph-like debacle, Gorgon spectacle,
Retreat from retribution’s precipice,
And a transient victory wrought by avarice,
To listen to a parable
Devoid of the empirical.

Several centuries ago in the land of the Saracen,
You were born to a tribe called the Bedouin.
Clad in hijab to protect you from...

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Little Robin Red Breast


Little robin red breast sitting there so pretty
Can you not hear it singing sweet lyrics so lovely?
Little robin red breast flying through the air
Bringing food for her young while she dances with flair
Little robin red breast sitting there so strong
Singing to her...

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Many worship created things;
Some have engraved images that are dreams.

Egytians worshiped the north star;
Just as indians sought many things from afar.

Reality is a fact from above;
Altered reality is a missonseption of true love.

Law and order keeps tle peace;
Chaos came from the Romans and the Greeks.

God...

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I can’t sleep because I can’t breathe 
My mind is bleeding red thoughts so odd
Thoughts like I wish to eat and not get fat
To stop coughing up my blue heart
It occurs to me COVID is the beast
That killed my clairvoyant auntie
And I suddenly realize that
I...

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