Best Imbibing Poems

Hiding here inside my closet, I feel safe in the dark
knowing on a pile of sheets lies my very psyche;
it's only a thought, yet I...

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Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
 ...

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Autumn is a woman. Bedecked in gold and crimson, hair
Upswept, serene, she warmly glistens till capriciously shaking her
Tresses loose and imbibing northern winds, she begins...

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See me; don’t just look at me.
Gaze into my warmth. . .adoringly.
Don’t utter words when the eyes can say so much.
Trace my face with your...

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Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
    infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
       break...

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It was not my intention to ever post in PS again
but through an open window I've caught a glimpse
and smell of what's been dumped into...

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How can I explain to you,
you a poor mortal,
what a free spirit is?
Consider I have no bounds,
I go just where I fancy.
I relish moments of...

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Oh Luna

Oh Luna, I am watching you 
     rise in eastern skies.
Your fullness fills my heart 
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you course in my veins with prurience, wild
          immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
  ...

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 More than anything Nature fascinates me
Men living in close proximity to nature, I love to see
So I ramble into the city’s far outskirts
Watching ordinary...

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I love the night,
wandering in wide tranquil countryside,
in the dim light of the pinhead stars,
with their intricate constellations,
a nocturnal symphony that helps give directions
to wayward...

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Rumi Verse: The universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself, everything that you want you already are.
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Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the...

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In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul...

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In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul...

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