Bustles Poems - Poems about Bustles

...Erotic prayers are typed like tattoos on her virtual skin. She clutches at this man; prints his likeness over her tongue. His words are as close as a bedtime story told to her flesh. An ether......

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...Sky looks, at this eventide, like an ocean of rainbows. Has the almighty sprinkled his bright-dark contract of his sum aggregation of the entirety of everything and caboodle of his wholeness thickly......

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...Mr Ragged 2024 The unsteady slow winter moon, trudges towards a freezing night; riding on winds back,of shadows feint, blowing out the days diminishing light, It i......

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...Busty shaped and large of hip the busy winds of October buffet my brain within its whistling cave. Around the shoulders of every lumpy molehill taverns and tankards bloom in a russet corner ......

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...what is a hope if not the most desperately fervent wish of a man— a dream so deeply staining the edges of reality a hope lies dormant in my belly sleeping like a dragon curled on the hoard of......

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...Those madcap Victorian horsewomen were super confident Silly when you realize they were riding at breakneck speeds, sidesaddle In those day a woman did not know it was okay to wear pants. The clos......

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...Alone I sit and ponder on my fate, A solitary soul in this abyss, No friendly voice or hand to mitigate The emptiness that fills my heart amiss. The silence echoes loudly in my ear, A haunting......

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...In a humming white room mother was up late but unresponsive. Her face and body hooked into tubes, We stood around whispering inanities not listening to our words just the gasping sounds of the ......

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...Sun shines until a cloud bully bustles his way to the forefront. Breeze takes note - shadows matter, first fall leaves tumble scatter. Leaving goosebumps on my skin, Autumn shares her pu......

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...The King The king was quite old, but not senile, And his problems with sex were not penile. He could rut with the best, When put to the test, And got plenty of rest in between while. <......

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...Erotic prayers are tattooed onto virtual skin. She clutches at this man; prints his likeness over her tongue. His words are bedtime stories for the flesh. An ethereal fruit grows ripe, han......

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...Summer Nights Setting sun, the light is fleeting as this day in June’s retreating; twinkling stars, the darkness greeting, welcoming this summer night. Sparrows i......

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...Thinking of you The world outside Waiting for the lockdown To be lifted The lonely moon, The stars and the clouds Know my hearts Yesterday suddenly everything Come to a standstill Less ni......

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...Pain pierces, like switch blades, within, I bleed, Howls of dry weary lands, in mind, I heed; Heart, haunted, endlessly hustles-bustles, Sleep so sleepless; fright in fearful puzzles; Love; its......

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...Hectic day, the device beeped incessantly: Salient, superficial, attended all, not to skip, the vital from the plethora of logs. Voices buzzed interminably : known, alien, the bulk superfi......

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