Breast Poems - Poems about Breast

...I bridged the chasm and entered ambiguous halls Climbed over barbed fences inside my mind's walls To glimpse the core of how men and women relate Among flowering vines behind the garden gate. W......Read the rest...

...A ditty to my titty There you are upon my chest You used to be the boob I loved best But now all you do is cause me grief I just need a moments relief But you would rather swell and cause me p......Read the rest...

...In the abyssal depths, hope is bled dry to die A requiem for all blurs my vision, blurry and blind The stars distant fading whisper, loses glimmer As creation's song is reduced to a mournful shive......Read the rest...

...Agonizing shrieks, -lips curl, wink* before I was weak, -savage entity spellbound dreams, -madness deity grotesque fusing. -ruler of the fray Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Apoc......Read the rest...

... All is bright, and I betwixt God and you, the kookaburra is in the willow, and honeyeaters in the honeydew flitter as I lay your breast and pillow. You are my morning and evening star, ......Read the rest...

...You ask me what am I wearing A heart full of hazel hope A silver spirit daring and cherry caring My mind is not blind to green ghosts I’m carrying For teal time has designs of destiny I’m ferryin......Read the rest...

...A Mother's Love Do you ever wonder at the love Mother's contain in their hearts? What will we not do for our offspring? Allow me to tell you about the mother who gave all for her children…...Read the rest...

... I once made a man see stars, read the state of his synthetic, wrinkled suit back to him, I watched as it melted. Served him the world on a mirror— Cracker Barrel plate of desire, he said. ......Read the rest...

...For so long now I have swum in the darkness I'm an expert at it A steady breast stroke Bobbing up for air Those around me have better lives Than mine A string of broken dreams A......Read the rest...

...Mourn person’s loss or death; Person was lost in life, fleeting breath, taken left; Now found in death sorrow, wail, and moan; ~ And groan sore, weep, cry, sob torn; Beat one’s breas......Read the rest...

...Do you think of other women when we make love No, no, and definitely no I do Well, I’m pleased for him and you, and really pleased if it’s her and you. Strange how you mentioned Mary in y......Read the rest...

...He stands in the corner, watching me: His eyes are red like blood And he bears no name, rank, or identity— His skin is faded pale As if he has been drained of all soul. The white square upon his......Read the rest...

...When I wrote it down I could see that it was a silly thing to have on a bucket list. Something to forever keep to the self (low hanging fruit pocked with worms). Never to be touched by anythin......Read the rest...

...There’s fire in those eyes Flames flicker from finger tips Her voice is forged from thunder She has such shapely hips She’s not quick to anger Still you do not want her scorn Her’s is the so......Read the rest...

...Yes I said it - The Dressless, cause what are they really wearing? It’s practically nothing. Should it be called “Clothes for Hoez?” But why do they dress less? Is it for attention, is it insecurit......Read the rest...