Best Whore Poems

The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked my face
Alone by the sea, clouds, the moon and me

The easterly winds became stronger
Whipping up sand at my feet
The gentle...

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You know sailor man,
You woke the spirit in me
I thought you were drunken and carefree
I could not hope or dream
The whore of the seas must take her place
I was of the lowest cast
The lowest morale
After you
I was with a baby you see
I had to run...

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I’M FULL THANKS AND DON’T WANT ANY WHORE

I am a transient with words unspoken
I am a soul who’s been damaged and broken
For years I lived someone else’s life
Being my son’s little league coach and picking up a drunken wife
I’m an unrighteous man who’s weary and...

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I slept 
then I slept some more 
dreaming of being your whore 
a kept man chained to your wall 
released only for your passionate chores 
  
I will not weep nor beg or succeed 
I will pillage and mangle 
attacking each need 
and when...

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Comforting self destruction
Ice thawed by blood
Soul torn apart
Heart trampled in the mud
Innocent little life 
Trying to find its way
Child with no father
Cries the day away
Love without reason
Life without hope
See the blooming soul inside
Smell the burning dope
Pain that's been felt
Many times before
All because of one
Skanky little...

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I'm a briny whore
wit' reekin' drawers
me honor ter make yer acquenchance
th' skipper's maid
me port's decayed
one doubloon, yer seafarin' urchin?

Yer scurvy rat
a-crawl wit' gnat
orf seadog scourged wit' rabid 
yer cannon's immense
'tis cocked 'n tense
yer cutlass be yearnin' me scabbard

Yer stench o' sewer
me bits'll chew yer
bumps 'n...

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You're a dirty skank whore 
You're a dirty skank whore.  
Skankin' around the neighborhood, 
Everybody knows you're up to no good 
You're a dirty skank whore 
You're a smelly dishrag  
Yeah, you're a smelly dishrag. 
The boys know to go to you 
When...

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I want to show my body off
Oh so naked and free
Watch those boys jerk-off
Showing skin high above the knee

I want to feel their touch
Feel love in those minutes
Get to kissing and such
Here there are no limits

I want to be an icon
I want that spotlight
Be played...

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Got a crack whore next door,
sleeps with men for her fix,
constantly off her face,
she really doesn't give a shyt.

I see her quite often,
roaming around the streets,
always looking for her children,
because they have been misplaced.

Her kids are only babies
they roam when the Mum is high,
only once...

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I am not my grammar

My English may be poor

But I am a straight talker, woman of my word

My speech conveys much meaning and wisdom

I do not mispronounce words, I put a St Lucian twist on them

I like to drink, dance and smoke

I love men but...

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I could be a whore
if I had the chance
if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance

I could be a whore,
if I were in your shoes
if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose

I could be a whore
if I had mouths to feed
if...

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The dark prince and the almighty Gods' darkest whore,
The prince defies God so he is going to even the score,
He's crowned with disloyalty and encouraging her lie,
Sitting by her darkened throne and views the lashings go by,
The Lord then slams and then seals heavens' eternal...

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PARIS WHORE IN THE FOG
All evening fog is settled from the ground,
not right in where it goes, nor where it's found;
the Seine makes distance to each barren tree
unmeasured from the mind to what should be,
and blended to the world that's all around.

And from the limestone...

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WHORE IN THE FOG
All evening fog is settled from the ground,
not right in where it goes, nor where it's found;
the Seine makes distance to each barren tree
unmeasured from the mind to what should be,
and blended to the world that's all around.

And from the limestone walls,...

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This succubus is from our local lore
Lovely and wicked she could turn at will
Yakshi  her name feared as a deadly whore
A rare talent, she got ,to dupe and kill.

She lives on top of her palmyrah tree
At the midnight hour, down to earth, she climbs
Waits...

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