Best Subjugate Poems

Never ever shame a woman
for the fire in her soul
still your fear that you're unable
to give that which makes her whole

Never ever shame a woman
for...

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You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss...

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fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone

fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of...

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Don’t think me fragile, quick to break
No, don’t ever make that mistake
My warrior spirit’s deep and strong
I can avenge when faced with wrong
I am the...

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Tonight I’m in my element
I sense the power surging
To place of imminence
Taking control
I will whisper my demands
Into your soul
You will be transformed, Woman
I will make...

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This thing called love, oh, tell me what it means!
Is it what breathes and lives in gilded dreams?
Is it the searing burn of hungry kiss?
Or...

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Weakness
 
It is said that he was weak because he would not
conform, could not subjugate his will, would not
let them imprison his mind, cage his...

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What makes a girl?
Is it not “sugar and spice and all things nice”?
What makes a woman? Oh…all that and so much more
A woman is made...

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The old machine is breaking down...
we need a new one,
one that doesn't burp,
grind and scream ---
and kill;
One that doesn't worship money...
exploit ---
with cold, long hands
and...

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Tenderness
Of one
Living in
Heartfelt
Surge
Of a kiss
Lifting
Her eyes
Up to see
Him softly
Open
His mouth
Towards
Hers, sending
Chills
Throughout
Her body
She opens
Hers To greet
His tender
Lips
Laying on
One another
Now
Subjugate
To one
Another
With love
Tenderness
Of their
Kiss

Russell Sivey...

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I have hushed voices in my head
they say the things I’ve always said
they echo loudly thus keeping me
from finding my own calm poetry.

I need respite...

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** What’s Torn **

What’s been torn off or away may be
a recurring theme — of dreams or memory —
that nags, popping up unexpectedly
to recall or,...

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The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
 Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the...

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You possess me with those eyes of pyromania
a tidal wave of temptation thrashing into my need for euphoria
romanticized on appetite for agile reckoning of kiss...

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I have realised just now” added the Owl, “that you were destined to know me better, and I believe I was destined to teach you...

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