Best Molests Poems

The naked night, the wailing wind; 
leaves in their flight are summers end.
Betwixt occult and morning’s light 
moon stands, it’s her birthright.

Ghost-nests revealed in abandoned limbs; 
wind wails and peals its adieu hymns.  
Birds left will feed on frozen meals; 
squirrels will plead for...

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Under her blanket of protection,
she lies still to escape detection.
As shadows gather in the moonlight,
anxiety grows during the night.

Her heart's pounding in a rush of fear,
apprehensive that he may be near.
And she waits for the doorknob to turn,
igniting hate's indelible burn.

The door creeks open, her...

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When melancholy drowns my interests,               
all seem lost; when black bile's ooze then molests,           
I travel through the valley of this...

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Healing

Could it be possible for love to heal the troubled, the wounded?
All those damaged souls, who’s ghosts haunt their every hour!

Could love bring them back from the brink of emotional extinction?
Give them back some of the innocence they, at onetime, knew?

When one thinks of the...

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If you fear an inappropriate tryst
In Day's, bright light will subsist
If attendance to your whims is remiss
For each foible pare one, entitled kiss
If my address too awkwardly I press
Only the passionate syllables stress
If my aimless loitering you detest
Grant each day one, solitary egress
If sanctimonious attitude...

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When your father leaves you at age six,
When you first start knowing the feeling of lonely and ignored by your parents,
When all your father does is hurt you with words,
When your mother moves you miles away from her to your grandmas house, just so she...

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Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face
Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame
Omnifarious passions are surfacing
The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time
Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep
Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels...

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Paying The Bill
 
You may come to this some day
It may issue from nowhere
A moment un-strident
A loose flagging half remembrance
Something which neither carries
Nor contains
But a fickle shadow 
Thin and as meaningless with an empty whimper
Not to enlighten or to comfort
It will seep from you
 
As...

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It's after the 'landslide?' Thieves stole the election!
This traitorous scum bag's a Russian invention,
But 'Charmin' (1) for Putin (that's on a good day!)
For the dark side of Trump's just black art on display!

Who’s sure what this Russian prick knows that we don't know?
His strength, the...

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Top shelf cologne exhibits sensual tail of peacock
Entrances my senses at our eleven a.m embrace
Eyes shut, my erratic stamina borrows comfort 
Curled into leather front seat, chest inhales safe


Our waterfall guffaws cascade in establishments of stature
Grilled salmon, staple lunch, gregarious wine supports us
Role's novelty and...

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It laughed back--
   Craven beast in need of feeding
Feasting--fleeting feeling...
  Hungry fangs gnashed...they gnawed
Mashed and clawed...flaying flesh in a pool of cess
    Washed down with milk from breast
Habitual inkling to kill things
 Waiting not to mate until spring
Impetuous creature...

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~Turn Back Around~

Sad eyes looking up at us
How can we ignore them?
Walking away like they don’t mean a thing
Like the ones who already hurt them
They are crying out for someone to notice them
Love them
Take care of them
Lonely children of the world 
Being walked away from
Isn’t...

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Uncover my skin with your lips, 
before the midnight sun clasps' over the sky. 

My body is haunted by the hypnotic touch of your soft finger tips. 

My eyes dance with fiery passion, 
as i begin to reveal your flesh for what is really is....

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Don’t You Want More? I Do!

Do you think you deserve a bit more than you get
As you wait for a call from your good friends, and yet
You don't pick up the phone, give a 'hoot' who is blue?
Well, my friend, it's such Sad News -...

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Innacurate mariner's spear

Molests sand, sending
reprisal's quiet return

wrath of a once in seventy 
year storm
Wounds sailor in scorn 

Misguided barbed harpoon 
missiles silt, shore bound

Beasts swim by... 
Breaching, phallic 

Burrowed harpoon
breathes in between
spaces grains give

Tide brings drink
 - Salty stew of recourse
-  rubs sins' reveal
Altered...

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