Best Juiciest Poems

Oh, yes, Darling! Please meet me up the street, in fifteen minutes, right past the old tan house with that porch, bamboo.
We need to talk about things, you and me, without your mean relatives, and that includes your cousin Ted Stew.
I’d gladly trade this car...

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You extend the juiciest of apples before my eyes
Imploring, "Come closer, love, and have a bite"
Eden is lost to us and it's too late for compromise
I'll not be tempted to savor forbidden fruit tonight

Your eyes flow with the passion you're needing
this last somber night we'll...

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“And I remember Muscatine -still more pleasantly  - for its summer sunset. I have never seen any on either side of the ocean that equaled them.”  Samuel Clemens in his younger years when he worked for Muscatine Journal and before he took the...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide ...
The worries and joys of back-to-school preoccupations ...
Hours spent raking...

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Why I’ve seen him countless times, regurgitate old dog faeces onto fresh bread  
And listened  to his quiet voice exhorting me to do the same. 
This fly was a born teacher. 
There can be no greater accolade for a...

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I remember those days of long summer
Oh, the joys of school summer vacation
Of playing hide and seek to endless hours
Pretending to slay the ferocious dragon
And to catch the notorious dacoit Ravan.

When all else played, at trees we looked up
In the hope to find the juiciest...

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What ponderous rouge of Titian red, 
Creations juiciest  from an earthen bed. 
From royal king to drunken red head, 
The one fruit you truly never could shred. 
Piquant and sour the need of the hour, 
Without your ketchup?  left partly fed. 
Sometimes, well...

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to be a single woman in
america & aging to boot,
one must have breasts that sing to
the air (that never fall, that never
sag, that never do anything but
what the magazines show on
their covers).

to be a single woman in america
& aging, one must have an ass that
is...

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All my life,All my days
Wolves and sheep alike flock with me
Like a magnet,they are drawn to me
Like bees,they swarm around me.

Sucking my honeycomb to Sahara
Like mosquitoes,they bite and go
but like Twist,they want more
Vampires,what a befitting title.

They've built roofless shelters
Right in the corner of my pocket,
the...

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Better than 

It’s better than chocolate cake
drenched in whipped cream
A day off to sleep in 
almost until noon
A warm summer day 
near a slow moving stream
The stars in the sky
and a smiling moon

The juiciest steak
prepared medium rare
Seeing my team
win the championship
Watching a kite
as it floats...

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I'd like to be sitting in a café in France 
Eating strawberries and cream with you
I'd find the biggest and reddest and juiciest ones
And feed them to you off my spoon

After we'd stroll down the avenues and rues
The afternoon lazing away
We'd window shop arm in...

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Here lies beautiful Elysium
It shines from your brightest of eyes
Flutters lightly as you blink
And cures my most anguished of cries

Because love is a beautiful idea
Causes all anguish and pain
Removes all hopes and inhibitions
But I would go through it again

But no more of this love, unrequited
But...

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Your small, fleshy, red fruit, hidden neath
your flesh, and the protuberance of your
smooth pit entice me into submission..
And your flavor is the sweetest, juiciest,
tastiest fruit ever.....

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The house came with ghosts.  
Not the subtle kind, either—no  
wistful sighs or cool drafts,  
just full-blown poltergeist tantrums.  
Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m.,  
spectral remnants of old arguments  
rattling the windows, the smell  
of burnt toast no...

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May God hear my prayer
That I achieve my goals today
I buff up my chest
In hope you find me the juiciest 
And swallow me whole
My seeds will flourish
For I am about to commit suicide
In the name of God
I look forward to my heaven
As a grown up...

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