Best Objectified Poems

Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide

You’re worse than...

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Our heart is where desires arise
and where they are in time resolved
but since we cling to wisps of smoke,
we remain in our dreams involved.

Seeking love...

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What you add up to may be less,
Than what’s inside and unseen, 
But your behaviour will determine, 
Happiness by where you've been. 

Our processes can...

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Something comes to mind;
It is no evil thing.
Objectified it stands,
Sings loudly with open mouth,
Nearly speechless.
So is the volume turned up,
Turned on
When frogs croak
In muddy ponds
And...

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If heaven is a rest for the imbeciles,
the banes of hell my portion must be.
If cloud nine is a bordello, 
and the streets of gold...

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True beauty has no title.
To be beautiful is not to be objectified but in awe of. 
The beauty in your eyes....
Sunlight captured in a smile
Is...

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The first cut 
of roses 
are in bloom 
and I will 
see them soon, 
very soon. 

They float 
in a bowl 
of Arctic ice-flow; 
regarded...

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We lie to ourselves over and over again.
but it is at all to relocate the blame.
If we can’t trust ourselves who can we trust?

He was...

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Pleasure To Be Here! 

I am here at PoetrySoup because I had no voice, 
No expression of what was internal and inside; 
I used to...

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I watched left behind on Channel 5 last night,
As I thought that the Christians had recently got it right, 
About just what exactly it is...

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ORBIT OF MAGNIFICENCE


Has anything before been quite this bright 
Defining countenance within pure beauty? 
Its aura blinds the thirsting eye of light 
To knowledge of...

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awkward girls delivering their spoken thoughts
like hand written love notes
perfumed hopes cherished brightly
one of a hundred that stand at the edge of reality
and in the...

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"What Next, Mystery Babylon?



The World 
burns with a fever
tongues of Babylon
sing too late 
they sing like 
a river run dry 
divining rods 
searching for 
the...

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Listen my son
and you shall hear
strange curiosities
about my spiritual career.

A student of science
Left hemispheric

A student of religion
Right ancient indigenous feelings
kinda queeric

With mindbody Left lightpowered thoughts,
ecopolitically...

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I got him at university when I was nineteen:
Too late for me and my anger, but he was spritely; 
It was after I'd initially objectified...

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