Best Groped Poems

There was sweat on my brow, 
beads of them as I approached her. 

I was a young man, still green. 

She was a mature woman 
like the long blades grow free 
in the lush of nature. 

My hand in hers 
she took me 
into her...

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'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As...

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By committing to nothing, one retains infinite options.
I have hid inside these words for moons and seasons and New Year’s toasts.
The lone wolf roams fertile pastures unfettered.
The thrill of the hunt.
The chase.
An empty bed is the hope of a new body’s sleeping curve.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday.
“The...

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They tell me that I must avoid feminism.
They tell me that feminism makes me hate men.
They tell me as a feminist no man will like.
They tell me all about misandry and not about
misogyny and after I hear them talk I am all for
Misanthropy. They tell...

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She wailed her way into the world...
An avatar they said, Goddess Lakshmi had taken birth...

Her parents' pride, her brother's delight...
She loved and shone her brightest light...

She smiled she laughed in her radiant sight...
She didn't notice the prying eyes...

Pirouettes and piques, with aplomb she leaped...
Fell back...

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I pricked my finger 
on a thorn of Voodoo roses
felt the stab of crimson
and sweet burn of saffron
in a tequila sunrise
I smelled apples but tasted oranges
as a clock chimed with mockingbirds
in the chartreuse trill of Spring
Summer's cerise burn passed 
in a steamy haze
with the glistening...

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To share a painful dive
deserves credit
I was terrified
Police groped blindly in this chase -
a psychopathic serial killer
A cold knife blade against the body
is in every way a mental abuse
Even if you're trying to gain control on all
the pieces that are missing in the moment
Run ......

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I Remember Fierce Storm That Blew My Life Apart

I remember fierce storm that blew my life away.
Images burned into a sad, finely tortured mind;
reminds me of that epic and dark fateful day,
tears falling down but no good answers could I find.

So in love with my...

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i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay

in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay

beneath your satin I have run my fingers, 
trembled as famished breasts groped my 
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i...

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I TOLD YOU

I told you that Uncle Danny touched me
It hurt and made me cry
I told you I didn’t like him
You said I shouldn’t lie.
I told you my bra got snapped in class
That I was treated like a toy
Your response was simply 
That boys will...

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she could have been 
his sun
to light his path 
to far away 
meadows 
he could not stand 
her piercing 
brightness 
he settled 
for the moon 

the night came 
the moon 
dimmed him further
he groped 
in the dark
and wished 
for the sun
only the sun 
was way...

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broad shoulders, six foot three
Rolex, Stacey Adams, suit by Armani
and she said yes

soft spoken, warm hands, piercing eyes
a Harvard degree, business law
and she said yes, yes

a dance to Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
witty, charming, a nightcap
and she said yes, yes, yes

Mercedes Benz, Pacific Ocean, gated...

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I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.

I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms...

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I flung my bloodied bathrobe onto a dusty mahogany bureau and roared: “Did we frighten
the scarecrows tonight, my love? Whose catch was it anyway? Yours or mine? We invited 10
guests to our dungeon this evening. Ten unfortunates who needed to be bled! Ten minus nine
equals...

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Through the dark, through the gloom, through the still like a tomb,
Groped a girl through the canyons a-crying;
She could not see to stop when she stepped past the drop,
Down the cliff to her death she is flying.

Then whispers of light came and scattered the night,
And...

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