Dirty Poems - Poems about Dirty

Here's a more detailed approach you don't need to be advised or coached our behaviours the love language we use us together is a lovely mood actively listening trying to understand showing concern just holding hands a kiss as a reference understanding her needs knowing her preference the act of pursuing with the intention of affection being consistent in each and every direction nonbelligerency 48 minutes is 2880 seconds Cryostat to materials science,...

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The apartment smelled like smoke Frail and fleeting I looked at her She never ate Always yelled I looked at him He never stayed Always somber Curled in a blanket on the floor Thin and cold Looking up at the ceiling A stain on the wall The window was open Screaming in the kitchen Needles on the floor The carpet dirty I walked around a little bit I lay back down There was...

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. "I'm not pretty" yes you are "The flowers are pretty" and your feets need thuh bath daisy {roll'n hug'n kiss'n} "Now your back 'needs ...

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Peace is a dirty bird The crossed line is a wire The messengers have all been shot The dodos are on fire ***...

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I remember the days when I'd fall asleep before hitting the pillow. Ah, the joy of a sound sleep. I might not have been at my best in the morning all things considered. Day-old makeup very much past its prime. My eyelashes were caked and looking scraggly, my lipstick smeared across my cheek and pillow, eyeshadow streaked clear across my forehead. Thankfully one good...

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I MET MELVIN MAYS WITH MY UNCLE MACK THIS LED TO THE FBI GIVING ME A PHOTO OF MELVIN MAYS 1986 AMERICAS MOST WANTED CIRO GARGANO WAS NO WHERE AROUND SERVING PRISON TIME IN TERREHAUTE INDIANA MOURNING THE LOSS OF HIS FATHER THE FBI TOLD ME MELVIN WAS TRADING WEAPONS WITH LYBIA AND WAS GOING...

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Artists complain they’re forever starving ~ yet prefer wood to roast for carving ...

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There once was a cop, Harry C., Whose Magnum was quite a sight to see. He'd squint and he'd growl, At some low-life foul, "Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk, three?" ©bfa031825 ...

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Steely Dan Tribute Rikki please don’t lose that number I begged and pleaded. Sorry, but I know you like Peg better. But Rikki I thought we were still reelin in the years. Sorry, but you’re a real loser, that is why they call you Deacon Blues. Ran outside and saw Kid Charlemagne who was tryin’ to hire someone to do his dirty work for...

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Red clay clings to the heels of the lost, Drifting through streets where the past still lingers, A heat that hums like a preacher's pause— Heavy with memory, thick with regret. Bourbon pools in the cracked-glass dusk, As magnolia ghosts whisper through fences, Their petals wilting in the weight of time. The train wails lonely across the river, Carrying ghosts and gamblers alike, Their...

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When your word isn't worth, the only air it traveled through, You may quickly realize that fear and fraud don't accrue. Then as any and all hope is halted, and faith does not exist, The sight of all those broken promises, is there to persist. At that point you're left...

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There once was a young man from Szechwan, who thought his dick looked like a pecan. He met a cutie named Butts, who was hankering for nuts, so he gave her his pecan to chew on. ...

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Delicious green and red apples, Grow in the farm by hard working people. Carefully transported to the fruit stores, Displayed for the shoppers to adore. Then they were in my possession, Planned to give them to a dear friend, Who used to love and enjoy them, But all of a sudden, the fruits and me, We, to the recipient, became aliens and...

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Sometimes I cry and I don't know what for every step we have taken in life has taken us to different worlds now you are an ally to those to whom you were a foe and you are using dirty traps to win a dirty war... But I won't play this game you can take it call I won't even try to keep what I never...

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Dirty windows and broken hearts, like books left open on the table, On silent streets where morning and night share their last pages, A generation of brave souls, seeking light between the lines of the day, Heavy judgments like bookmarks forgotten among memories. In the game of life, the dice are thoughts cast on the blank page, I, a reader...

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