Best Sexing Poems


Aborted Child

You said I was a dumbass cause I kept your unborn child
You sexing me like an animal, your going wild
You gave me three hundred dollars and walked away
Like a dumbass, nothing to say
I had a decison to make about whether to keep our unborn child
So much going through my mind, my thoughts going crazy
Never thinking about our baby!
I became a woman with an unborn child inside me
I couldn't talk to my mother, my mother put me in the streets
Sitting on the corner thoughts so deep
After hours of crying my eyes out
I slept a little, but could not sleep
The worst thing to think about was bringing our unborn child's life to an end
Even before it begins
I decided to keep my unborn child and let it have a chance
What was I thinking living in my life's circumstance
No father around I was confused and dazed
I had to also wonder where I'd stay
I went through the delivery, pain and the up's and down's
Sometimes regretting why I kept it around
I don't know what's going through my head
One minute I loved it then the next wishing it dead
Is this the thoughts of a mother to hate it more each day
All I can do is pray for these thoughts to go away
I think because I hate it's father, but what does that do
It makes me hate a child who had nothing to do with what I wanted and it was only you!
I hated it cause it's his child and I knew he hated it too!
What parents want an abortion?
A dumbass like me and you
No feelings, no emtions or motherly love
It's our child and we're suppose to love
Our aborted child who still lives
The saddest part is he became a man without a mother or father
He tried to not let our not loving him be a bother
You were apart of me and you; mine and yours
Something we should adore
Never figured out me, never stopped hating you
The tragedy is our child who I can never say really smiled
We both failed him and all we can do is thing about our lives
What about his life and all you can say
"You decided to keep him it's your problem even today!!!!"

Premium Member Paradise Lost: Technology

Paradise Lost:Technology

No, sorry, won't grovel at its electronic toes!
People so busy on Facebook or texting.
Figures show younger people have
even stopped loving sexing?
So stuck to their computers are they!

Worse, human communication skills suffered the most.
"I'm good ", "thank you" and "O.K is all people can say?
Nor can they speak or write intelligently.
Dinners are the worst,when cell phones
jump out of pockets like juicy liverwurst.

At least in poetry I find, far more than
insipid three words.
You all blow my mind, your love, oh,how
it shows.
Whole paragraphs and wonderful life
experiences live here.
Poetry Soup~ our very last human hemisphere!


Panagiota Romios
4/7/2019

My City's Rebirth

Ridiculous. Never have you met a brother to ever have explosiveness. Like a pyrotechnic you know that I will stay blowin' this. Beat up till'  I wake the streets up. Because Gary, Indiana needs a spiritual re-up. My city is sobbing and it's looking for some perfection. because it's spirit has left it's body. Call it astral projection. This is how Gary raps. The best thing since Mike Jack. And it can't get no better than that. 

And so begins my city's rebirth. The Midwest the quickest rappers ever seen on this green earth. Too rappers try to race us, they need to reverse. Because too many lyrics coming at you upon this mean verse. The G is the city that not a single soul has tested. If they try us then they will see that we can never be bested. So many people hurt. Twice as many arrested. Our natives don't really care. they're born and raised to be reckless.

The rip and the wreckage that you're seeing on every block. And the cops acting hot when they try to run in your spot. Addicts on the corner are always looking for rocks. And these prostitutes are sexing and sucking on every cock. So many have tried but have never made it to fame. Because they're looking at Gary like a sack of some sour lames. So riches is something that we really couldn't attain. That is until today, because I'm on a whole nother plain.

To be glyph here are stories that go with bringing Gary back to it's former glory. If you're squeamish then cut it off. To be honest this is gory. How I'm gonna chop this beat and cook it like tenderloin. Maybe a ghost town but will never diminish. We're bucked up now. It's a fight to the finish. And that's for anybody trying to snuff my city's rebirth. Off the dome sophistication. No, my lines aren't rehearsed. It's Intel.

Folie a Deux

Mosaic beauty upon a canvased mind -
Abstracts' thought of two;
Spiritually carving an essence defined -
Sculpture's alluring view.

Model charisma, transcendent panoramics -
Chiseled utopia, kissed;
Shapes sexing and molding, sealing ceramics -
Tracing mystiques', blissed.

Embossed lines erect, curves aligning -
Signature beings, weld;
Engraving couplet, trademark entwining -
Crowning bijou, held.

Marbled terra cotta knows statues' Arcadia -
Concrete and clay conceive;
Porcelain angel now lives in Fantasia -
All set in stone make believe.

© March 2013
© Emma Jane  Create an image from this poem.

Easy Cheesy

EASY CHEESY AND EASY AS PIE are not really so easy
Peach, pumpkin, plum perfection-Pie
Always Alliteration and Anchovies
Wouldn't work in a good Pie
Banana, coconut, and blueberry cream Pie 
Works well, while whiting and wax won't work well in Pie

Poetry and alphabet soup should work well---
In theory, then time to text talk turns
Telephone talking tedious
SAFE TEXTING while driving turns out to 
be an oxymoron, Along With Safe Text Sexing 
While intoxicated and driving....



***The guilty do not need to testify, unless you have a really funny story associated with the texting?!!



For the Alliteration contest with Oxymorons --  Let me know if this fits the pattern.

Premium Member Saving Face Campaign

Nonviolent designers 
of Public Service Announcements

Like "STOP"
smoking
shooting up
drinking
trashing
burning
ignoring various morbid diseases
sinning
sundry mental/spiritual pathologies
unsafe behavior

And feeling ugly
smelling
bad sexing
eating crap
unsafe touching

Undeclaring vengeful killing wars
Straight White Male supremacy
ecofeminist confused agendas
greens
reds
whites
blues
browns
blacks

Lust
rust
greed
going to seed

All these STOP campaigns
seem to miss my pointed
loser experience
that aiming for what makes me right now happy
is, perhaps, a long-term disgrace

So, what I aim for
instead
is whatever lies
and hiddenness,
safe camouflage
behind
and beneath respectful society's
muttered under sour breath
"good riddance"ness,

I aim for saving face.

You can campaign
all commercial day
and consummating night
to persuade me that my health
is also our happy
absence of communal fright
and resonant,
perhaps even resilient,
brilliantly enlightened
and empowering wealth.

But,
in my heart
of hurt
addiction
depression
anxiety
remorse for an angry life
at least half dead
from fear
you may uncover me
in ways I can't pretend
to self-righteously defend

I need some campaign
even larger than anti-addiction
to thinking either bliss
or blues,

Win/lose
Earth's evolving 
devolving runaway mission,
money exchanging zero-sum transmission,
inside a nonzero multiplying transmission
system

Not for peace,
or win/win health 
is also wealth,
or whimsically precarious
happy nest
unrest;
not sure I tried
my best.

I want to join 
Earth's Great Return
for self-regenerating
revolving annual campaigns
springing climate forth
summer's healthy maturation
falling harvest wisdom
wintering indigenous
sacred
nurtured meaning,

Theological enlightenment 
ecologically empowering
in-between
co-arising Yang SunGod
and Yintegral
Matriarchal Earth

Tribes consuming public campaigns
green co-passionate
communion
saving Earth's most happy 
sacred face,
warm embrace,
holistic place
divinely humane race
toward peaceful space
and pace.

10 Toes Down

Had ten toes down planted in your soul, uprooted from the ground and that's when things went wrong, I loved you whole heartedly never gave you half, gave you all of me even did as you asked, things kept feeling kind of odd to me, told you I never been in love, you used that to your advantage, I was blinded by your charm and the things you did for me, told me that you loved me and you was my security, so I fell for your magic, then your spell fell apart, I realized you was a beast and I was beauty with a soft heart, and I'm not gone lie, you had me by a string, Geppetto, yeah you running things, I let you be the king, gave you back rubs to head to sexing you to bringing you breakfast in bed, but it got old real fast like a fake diamond that wasn't even real to began, I finally realized you wanted to control everything, including my heart my money and even who was calling me, now you got me to your self, is this what you wanted? to monitor my every move, you act like I was slipping and talking to other dudes, my life flashed before my eyes it blew my mind, I became suicidal , wanted to blow your head off with a riffle, already had the knife to your throat, you laughing like this is funny, tired of being taken for a joke, now my heart is broken and I don't smile anymore, like Rose Royce " love don't live here anymore", its expired along with my feelings for sure, I feel more like you mother than your queen, your two steps  ahead of losing it all, bump it I'm gone

Just a Game

Sinners are winners,
and vice-versa

Killing the willing
and you don’t wash your hands

Doing bad ‘cause you’re sad
such bulls***, I say

We are sadists and masochists
just because we like to be

Practicing pain in bloodstains
on your carpet of lies

Sexing and hexing
is all wicked fun

What a shame is life’s game
but I just can’t stop
Living.
© Alex Brown  Create an image from this poem.

Sexing Flies

Joan found her husband George
Indulging in a strange caper
Stalking about the kitchen
With a rolled up newspaper

"What on earth are you doing?"
She asked with annoyance.
"I’m doing battle with flies"
Was his proud response

"Have you killed any yet?" 
She asked, walking to the door
"Three male and two female
Is the current score”

"How can you sex a fly?"
Asked a now interested Joan
"I killed three on a beer can; 
The other two were on the phone"

The Man In the Iran Mosque

Afghan Afghan wearing an Afghan

      leg lifted high

            a pissious 88 salute

          and drenching thirsty

                                    cactus masses

                             with needle arms

                        these masses

                                    drooling acids

                                         crass bands

                                 of bandit masses


                   and the temperature over 140 degrees


            erect hands 

              linger longingly

pining for more

                opiated oblivion

                opinions like onions

          like reefer smoke weaving

      inhalation-pant-breathing

                 half assed flags

                    and children try on roles

                                        like play clothes

                        orphan, mourner,

                                    time traveller

            instant age

               in the era of youth

        exfoliators for sporeous pores

-swapping wives instead of recipes now

-foot taps not door raps in bathrooms now

-teachers teach sex ed with homework now

            a world strong enough

     to school us weekly

            as we are fed weakly

we murder it

   by not living Taliban-tech levels

but being regurgitated 

Romans we

       eating to excess

       drinking more

       sexing children

       losing mores

we will circle coriolis

    bring enemies in among us

         and embrace

    this pieceful islam of Religion

 and die

            one by one

                as a people

            who refused a Good God

                will never take a violent god

           and obssessed

     with libertine dash liberty

will die

       one

         by

        one

stoned, jaw dropping walldrops, 

            like head drops

                in soccer stadiums


smile

            this is your life


(but try not to get any turf in your teeth)

The Recipe

The Recipe by De'Kari 


I begin---This here Recipe as if you were next to me
1 part ecstasy, 2 parts sexing me, 1 dash of ....
Love

I'm talking---Not insecure, this love here is too pure
with mesmerizing allure 1/2 touch I'm sure, 1 dash of your....
Angelic Smile!

I know it's been a while, but believe since a child
I've pondered and wondered how I could be that Wow!....
In your eyes if you'd allow

This here man-child to reach within somehow
2 quarts of style, produce 1 mild--....
Form of commitment

I know I transcended, said it would be different
Yet messed up tremendous, but Neva was my intention--
Not to produce what I mention, If you love, then Forgiveness
I Seek and Need

To protect this Recipe, and Vision you next to me
Shed tears regretfully, no longer next to me
Sensual loving, no sexing me

This is the Recipe!

I'M Your Blues Man

I'm on stage
Sweating
Voice tonging the drums
My screams are performing **** with the horns
Sexing the strings
Necking the rhythm section
Grooving on the spot
Getting hotter than hot
Rolling my hips while the lights are on top of me
Snapping my fingers like a deep fryer be poppin' grease

All the fellas wanna shake my hand
All the ladies want to be in my palm like a fortune teller's grammar
The smoke filled room is filled with chairs but everbody just choose to stand up
Tapping their feet
Clapping their hands after they've captured the beat

 FEELING GOOD!!!
That i'm a man that just so happens to understand
That the boss been working you a little too hard
Or that I done went through too much hell to find heaven in you
I don't mind turning you a-loose
But I just can't let ya get too far
Don't be nervous
Just let
Go of your worries
Cause they don't make good pets
And you can never tell when and if they're coming back again
But you know that the good times will just pick up and go
I don't need to see no scholars or doctors when I'm running a fever with a sore 
throat
All I need is a bottle of vodka or gin and peppermint for the common cold
Either I'm not your preacher,teacher,doctor,or healer or I'm all of the above

Turn on your radio,play a tape,spin a record,put on a cd,turn on your TV or
You might be lucky enough to come and see me down at the club
 HEy hEy, 
                              "I'm Your Blues Man"

Ejection Fraction

Step down from your 
ego. The brain dead has- 
left a lesson.

Left a lesson, the brain dead. 
Will you measure the 
EF before the cardiac arrest ?

Sexing an issue 
of dented verbs, why 
do you need a defence ?

The numbers are climbing. 
You have entered- 
a high risk zone,

of killing yourself.
Give me a ghost writer, I 
need an art, not a duplicate. 


Satish Verma

Two Tom Cats.

Two tom cats..
One white,one black.

The white one is may be deaf
But hisses and pisses 

to mark his territory.
He enters the black cat's flat

and attacks without warning.
Fur flying ,cats growling,

wet stuff on the flooring.
The remains are scars the 

claws and teeth tore.
We chide , separate them 

and suggest de sexing....
waterspraying's effective.

Naked

Naked

Born in this world
unclothed fully naked
Prior to bearth in the mother’s womb protected
Naked and natural
Not disrespected
Walking the earth
Naked as Kings and Queens
No lusty thoughts
About sexing
Euro- educated
Slave mind mandated
What was natural
Covered with band-aids
Every pure and natural thought
Twisted
Now we’re living
Crack addicted
Natural nakedness took away
Capitalism into play
Rules to live
Under their alliance
In the order, they follow
Naturally unbalanced
Rewinding
Man made time
Back to my natural
Mind
Realigned

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