Best Deflower Poems

The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves through the night,
when the lightning peeks in where the tension hangs tight
while the lanterns, alarmed,...

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Abreast in tank top

Seeds deflower battle myths

Red lace lingerie

Under shadow of turret

Flowing combat above doubt


Garland of poppies

Sword unsheathed for wild conquest

Guns orange roses

Heavy metal for comfort

White flag intimate cover


Make love and not war

Coronet for a bouquet

Tiara of peace

Sweet surrender in motion

Wreaths for a renegade cause


18th...

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A Garden rejoices when it envisions colourful exquisite blooms everywhere filling the empty spaces.
Lush green grasses are the attire it adorns and flowers become the embellishers. 
Even a sad heart would feel enlightened & placid by visiting flowery garden.

In my heavenly serene garden.. once I...

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Trancelike moments linger as I bid my time  
a glimpse of angular contour,  a face a smile 
warmer then the melting sun his hand in mine  
surreal in dreamlike state, his touch docile  

as gentle as the rain that falls from...

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As silence fills the hour no meddling thoughts deflower   
I find myself inflated by a rush of night     
No words escape my lips no sound takes flight  
no poetry breaks loose beneath this mind's ignite; 
Within the rhythm...

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Traveling through the jaded discourse
With bartered pen and little remorse
Brandishing sharpened scalpel; tour de force
Unabashedly seeking all texts from lexicon to divorce

Developing underlying themes to alter the broader context
Freely abridging each verse to establish the pretext
Isolating each stanza to create a subtext
Inferring connotations to establish...

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The sun was out this morning
But soon the R.A.I.N came and erased any ray of hope I had left
It committed theft
Of my virginity
Flooded and damaged my fertility
R.A.I.N. drops were falling on my head
My secret garden became a water bed
And growing within it 
Was the clitoral...

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A tiny waist
Imaginary breast

Empower
Don't deflower her

Give her book
Not dick

Care for her lessons
Not her menses

Send her to the classroom
Not your bedroom

Give her book
Not dick

She needs literacy
Not early pregnancy

Education
Not ejaculation

A sense of honour
Not prolonged labour

A better future
Not vesico******l fistula

A pen is all she needs
Not a ***** nor...

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What's it sell. 
Cheap answers, to deep questions 
Hope for heaven, and fear of hell 
Have morality forced, the mythology? 
Divorced! Mob mentality, illegally coursed 
Intoxicated fatality, humility, or worse. 
An excuse, an explanation, recited, rehearsed. 
All it takes is the right pathology 
To corrupt...

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All I have 
Is you
Insanity

Hold me tight
Let go the fright
Too tired to fight

Insanity










Whisper
Gasp
Am I still here?


Insanity

Devour me
Deflower me
Detest me

Dead
In the grip
Of Insanity...

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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver,...

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Parents
exercising totalitarian rights
to abuse and neglect WinWin family governance resolutions
for restoring peace with EarthJustice climates,
develop unfortunate children
perpetually longing
for their revengeful turn
at decompositional bat.

Families pulling through well-anchored weeds
of life's,
love's,
collected and too quickly grown redundant detritus,
hoping to break free into a center pond of tranquility,
fond spacetime place,
to...

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The Orchid
As the orchid blooms its long beautiful flower
The perfume of which fills the air hour by hour
The strength in its leave when open from bud
No decay just a little wrinkle as in age it should
 
If Orchis the son of the nymph and satyr
Had...

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Beautiful U....S not!
The source of troubles,
It is your fault..                                 
One Bush comes, 
Another...

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Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation

This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the...

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