Best Hedonist Poems

He rapt his thoughts
In a tone of utter solemnity
Reverent disgust veiled
The icy wasteland of his soul

Seized with doubt
His emaciated lust- the empty mirage 
Of his forgotten manhood
Countenanced immodesty

An extension of natural law
Plucked from tender bosom
Leaving this prodigal sweetheart
’twixt searing blaze of shameless prurience

Here they came...

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The good hedonist says, “I don’t mind
holding your hand through this crisis,
or playing some other part.”  He can
lay awake all night watching over her,
or make love like a lover, only, finally
he will leave in the morning
like a vacume cleaner repair man
going back to the...

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What comes next
For the hedonist
When the pleasures in life are gone

When happiness
On its own behest
Quickly moves south in the pond

When all but your name
In life tends to change
Replaced by the aches and pains

Where what used to be fun
All comes undone
And is barely remembered in dreams

What...

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All are wide-awake
In the first phase of the night
Hedonists are awake in the second
Then the thieves appear at the site
Yogis get up fresh
In the fourth phase of it;
It is the hour when diamond pendants are set
From the overhead canopy
When gossamer clouds rest
In the space azury
Everything...

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