Best Prostituted Poems

The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they...

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The Champion

Controlled by remote desires  I trip the laurel fuse of longing ancestry
My Mom had been chosen to compete diving from the high platform...

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So shut up 
while I carve out your heart 
with this spoon in my hand
'cause now you're mine; 
so get over yourself 
You priceless prostituted...

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A  fertile wind  lures a petting call
from the bull who  will swim the Lough.
Immortality lurks within its perfume
of dynasty and a future...

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In his songbook,
are raving songs of beauty,
which thrushes around the phrases of my mind

and embroiders my soul on an errand 
into a white night of...

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The healthier we become the more ways we find to make ourselves sick
Hypochondriac fits of politics 
Diet pills McDonalds Happy Meals
Hypnagogic images make up the...

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Us, we yearn forever hence,
Prostituted souls recognizing her piety,
Though only sold to proper appeal, 
Told to those with substance.

Us, we ravage apathy,
His iron bedded helplessness...

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Remember to thank the Lord,
for while you lay sheltered in your warm 
blankets and stable roof,they lay shivering
blanketed by the harsh winds,sheltered by 
what one...

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A fallen villain;
Slayer of the innocent and lover of pain;
A gifted mystic who prostituted the endowments of Nature,
And thus drunk her  cup of fury...

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Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
through the pages of
a poets mind.

To write is to find
the meaning of love.
Where...

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Crucibles of tattered thorns intrests silenece of feverish scorns. Watered down rivers of loosely washed words woven which wander for weakening tranquility. Cascading into the...

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You say I'm a whore, father
But who created me?
You say I'm a prostitute to society
But who prostituted me?
You say I'm a perversion of beauty, father
But...

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You said women were worthless.
They never mind their business.
They never know their place.
If it weren’t for Eve, Adam wouldn’t have fell from grace.
You said they...

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American fawning pawn
wearing a king crown
How far down will you bow
to the Kremlin ground?
Peppermint kisses of appeasement
suit your licorice lips well
Shameless nude tongue abasement ......

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he that walks alone has now created a safe passage for himself, he has caused his life to
be perfect in his sights, he has said...

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