Best Moister Poems

NUN FUN IN THE SUN

There was in hot Tashkent in the orient
A religious uprising - a  convent dissent.
Army was ordered in with gunnery,
The soldiers targeted the nunnery.  
 
Here are the events in vista: 
One lovely sista was forbidden a mista, 
But a...

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In the corruption of the mental state, 
Everyone's body is packed in a crate. 
Torn to pieces and thrown away,
No, this is part of everyday. 

Shadows creeping closer, 
Your eyes getting moister. 
Don't try to cry, 
You'll all eventually DIE. 

In the corruption of my...

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I've got a dish of killifish
I wish to eat that silly fish
Baked, or fried in peanut oil
Roasted, dried, or let to boil.

Make me a star-gazy pie
Take me to the Catfish Fry
Lead me to the China Sea
Feed me hermit crabs and brie.

Help me out with rainbow...

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In days of old when men were bold
And they didn’t use moisturiser....
They shaved with a sword, 
slapped whisky on their chin
And didn’t use aftershave in an atomiser

The scraped the dirt off with a shell, they reeked a good manly smell
They combed their hair with the...

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Those drapes of snow, which out my window dance,
like thy white arms, that my warm heart surround,
are ghostly visions false, heav’nly rants,
deceiving my mind, of no substance found,
replacing grey fact with hard diamant,
enjewelling e’en mud with improper grace,
painting most pure what proves of beauty scant,
giving...

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Josh’s drinking days were long behind him.  The three beers he drank before ordering his meal; the two beers he drank during his meal; and, the two Bailey’s he consumed after his meal had taken their effect on the middle-aged man.  He talked...

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MYSTERIOUS HABITATS


Wonderful is the monument Tajmahal
It buries mysterious human track mole
It bears the memory of a love that compelled
To activate many to shed blood in sweat
It casts the reminiscence of a love forced
To shed blood and to jail in, his true owner


Mysterious trends of trapping...

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Clouds floating on the wings of air
Wandering over hills, valleys and deserts
Swinging, dancing and thundering
Raining over fields, rivers and seas

Unmindful of the throes of barren lands and deserts
Ignoring their plea, begging and laments
Giving nothing not even a sprinkle or two
The tale of your impartiality isn’t...

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Shall the truth sprout from my tongue!
That had lied too many,
But I ain't lying to you, my love
For your death, my tears, will compete with the rains,
That fills the oceans, to its full, to its brim,
And the flowers that filled your odor,
Shall not be blown...

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Have you ever been told that you want your cake and to eat it to.
Well of course, I do.
A Tres Leche cake…you would too.

A moister cake…there is none.
This cake is creamy, dreamy, and fun.

This cake almost melts on your tongue.
Three kinds of milk are soaked...

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And if poverty whips, 
largely, torments
In her barefaced snort of 
withering grievance.
I shall be the one, 
mannered by Earth's dog-
wetness, 
To garner my broken 
possession, murk and bins, 
Writhe, clamber steep nigh 
moister Earth

From foot of lazy deities, 
pick the sacred mound, 
Muzzle it deep...

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One night as I was trying to fall asleep,
getting all comfy underneath the cotton sheets,
all's I could hear was the ticking of my clock,
everyone asleep except for me in my pajama frock,

Tossing and turning was the usual routine,
like a dog going in circles till he...

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Darkness coiled in the depths of the night.
Where shadows try to hide from your view.
The moon is a mirror reaching for the light.
Rattling on the doors grappling with the dew.

Cigarette rims on window ledges stub out edges. 
The marred ghosts of fear misty file foul...

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From the skeleton's remains 
I say goodbye 
To a broken heart 
cold and lonely 

You never heard me cry 
In the whispering clouds 
Where dreams are blown away 
in broken promises 
that were made 

I never saw it coming 
Moister runs down as teardrops glisten
Thunder...

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Loving Myself

I miss him playing with my toys.
I’m alone now in my bed looking 
out my window at the silver stars. 

My hand stroking them while my mind is
 
remembering, remembering. 
He used to teased by kissing  
them. 
 
He knew their secret places.
He...

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