Best Gratification Poems

Self-gratification is the fruit of one's love,
making the artist's delighted face glow...
when every vision has been achieved,
and each intention joyfully revealed.


He will envision the shape and colors,
then transfer those images to canvas;
and with the gentles strokes of his brush...
real faces will appear and suddenly blush.


Thinker...

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Poor, self-indulgent
now left with self-guilt, self-hate
alone to relate...

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Every individual is in search
of sexual gratification,
living in the intensity of emotion; 
be it love, a sense of belonging,
the security of a relationship or intense devotion.
We all need to find ourselves completed. 
No person can function to full focus if not satisfied. 
It has to...

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submitting to the P~o~U~n~D~i~N~g waves
         ocean eyes engulf, begging release
             triumphantly, I moan my assent
        *mastery brings me...

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Oxygen spews out from peculiar plants 
Carbon Dioxide releases from burning fuels…
Our lives are close at stake…we’re dispersing about like ants 
Oxygen slips into the hungry mouths of billions of living beings 
Each breath we take…
each step we take… 
Could be a lifelong mistake… 

Oxygen...

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A Scot had once been quite handsomely built

Now with corona did not fit his kilt 

Ate all he could find

With more on his mind

Became rotund and his manhood did wilt


Isolation made the fridge his best mate

Yet now he wanted an illicit date

Could not find his...

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Flexing the six feet physique
to fill the eight inch stomach
Whole body with heart and soul
do sweat until fatigue to have bread
for the quarter stomach only. 
Labour Without seeing day or night, fully
to see the smiles of children.
Toil and moil of the poor is a mockery...

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I am not living
I am epitaph writing
The deferred reward...

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A good book gives great gratification, 
Be it a mystery, a thriller or romance,
I love them all,
And when it's Christian fiction,
I love them even more,
From Francena Arnold to Karen Kingsbury to Denise Hunter,
I simply love their writing,
Enid Blyton caught my attention as a child,
As did...

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Nippy crisp morning’s walk
Condensed clouds gathering for a dance
Sounds of cheerful birds whistling their customary songs
Underneath a hoody, shivering body feels cold wind’s upshot

Fallen leaves have ornamented the path
A huge Maple tree has shown a big heart
Loosening its grip, it has given permissions to its...

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Royal Matriarch

Beloved, cherished, idolized
Who could this person be?
A pop star or the president?
A hot celebrity?

Not even close, ten cuts above
A modest hero reigns
A selfless woman, strong and bold
A beauty with the brains

This person is no other than
The royal matriarch
The solid rock beneath our feet
Our night...

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The finer things in life are not diamonds and pearls
But desire a good reputation and the principled life.
Think about it, my friend, not all of those glitzy girls
Are ultimately as desirable as a faithful, loving wife.

But desire a good reputation and the principled life,
Cherishing virtue...

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Tell me something boss..
It is wrong to watch Poorn?
I am not forcing anyone..
What is wrong If I want some
Self Gratification???...

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Here marks the age
Of evolution in reverse
Though finally escaping 
The clutches of the church

The craze of social media
Has us on our knees
With the touch of a thumb 
We’ve acquired all our needs

We need not for hunting
Exploring or chasing
We swipe and we like
For instant gratification 

Needles...

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Like sands
Through the hourglass
My thoughts percolate
Between instant gratification
And long-term resolution.

Like an unfaltering pool
Of sinking sand
My dissatisfaction agglutinates
With foolish gibberish
To obscure optimism.

Like a withering stalk
My shrivelling aspiration 
Matches and clashes 
With swelling inertia
Resulting in dispiriting
Deprivation of direction.

Like a valley of ash
My barren essence
Gasps for restitution -
For...

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