Cravings Poems - Poems about Cravings

My cravings flaming in a dumpster fire Ridding me of my secret heart’s desire Every chocolate bar All candies in a jar Gone so the raver in me can transpire....

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The curvature with the bumps seen well carved, My innate restraints were blatantly starved. Her faint silhouette, my lust suddenly craved, With the entrance to her paradise paved. She swayed like shadows of an hourglass cast, My hands, drawn to her fullness, held steadfast. With nature’s finest art upon her chest, Sensuous sweats soaked through my thin white vest. Suddenly, the sky grumbled...

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COCONUT CRAVINGS In the heart of tropic lands, they stay, Two lovers 'neath the coconut tree, Basking in its abundance, at play, As coconut water flows wild and free.4 Underneath the azure sky so bright, They sip on their coconut water, sweet. In the golden sunshine's warm delight, A taste that makes their love complete.8 The purity of that coconut sweet, Clears...

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Having chosen to suffer or indulge beyond measure, either which ways, delusion keeps soul in bondage....

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When It is going great or it is going worse I crave for death so bad But When I look at your eyes Filled with hope and love Adoration and expectation I understand you will not understand If I just gave up and died But I am so tired and sad I crave for death so bad....

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Too much temptation Blocking my road to redemption The devil is good at what he does Offering a variety of ways To get your buzz be it the vein or the liver satan is one generous giver the poison he does deliver of daily drops for your cerebral mops he never misses a beat or a hook He...

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I crave a soul A soul -that feels, that cries, that sings One that radiates their light from within I crave a soul that is gentle on my skin; With melodies of their fingertips, tracing every scar A soul that is not affected by the world that surrounds it More than anything, I pray this soul meets mine And when it does,...

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You have been on my mind Since I saw you last night. Lying there on the shelf, So innocently. Your orange wrappings Caught my eye And never let go. I walked right up to you, Held you in my hands. For the first time In twelve months. Your fragrance, the same. There is something So vintage, so nostalgic About you... The scent of warm honey And sugary vanilla. Old fashioned, yet distinctive. You...

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Dangerous cravings; High tide continues to rise, my ardor unleashed....

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Behind the curtains of this smile, are freshly sewed wounds; Rich yarns finely whipped by the Armageddon; Each touch turned colder, from philosophy of ashes to ashes; Each an ongoing curse, of every memory of Attila the Hun; That lingers gleaming thread of gold, At Augustan Age of Destiny's playful fingertips. Every healing oblivion of Avatar’s Axis, to cheat...

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The cunningness I feel is near: It tries coming for a stay Living within a beast, I once lived in It's a bit dangerous wanting my play. I have to be careful, now, right: Staying in the right of my light By this, odious toxin that's near It likes to fight at my nights, I fear. It made me sick a lot of...

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I need booze to sleep I’m drowning deep In misery My heart has a serious injury I need pills to feel I need drugs to heal My internal pain I feel like I might relapse again These pills are slowly killing me I need to flee Away from this toxic place I need to be in a safe space To make better choices I’m sick of hearing voices I...

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When you have a desire for something, You have an intense craving that just won’t quit. For some people it’s called a Nicotine Fit. Desperate people will check the ashtrays Before they ask… Can I get a cigarette? They crave and enjoy the pleasure, that first satisfying drag. Moving their arm in that wonderful back & forth motion. Those of you who crave, already know it’s...

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I crave a tomorrow. Where all those undead weeks. Convert to a strange music. That drives away euphoria. Bite Size Poem no.14 Poetry Contest....

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Miss Carol craved sexual adventure Her desires so wild no man could quench her She eschewed all foreplay Saying, 'Why waste the day?' If kissed, men found her mouth full of dentures...

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