Flirts Poems - Poems about Flirts

...If balm of time heals, oft hurts just enough, Heart heals because it exerts just enough. Unfortunate for all destinations, Journeys do end, linger thirsts just enough. Many a love may die b......

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... Peerless paintings mystically mingle. Hues of heaven and earth amalgamate. Bells of my inner shrine jingle. Logic and love lawlessly agitate. I see Morpheus moving around my mind. With wings......

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...Atmospheric Elocutions For Surviving Armageddon Elocution lessons for the morality police Persecution of those not callously elite Convolution of the elongation of the technique Revolution f......

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...Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp o......

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...so icky so stinky so gross that’s what we were told growing up i didn’t talk to them because boys had cooties he hits me because he likes me he flirts by making fun of me he talks about me ......

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...Bronze, green, gray shocking pink, metallic red purplish rose, white, metallic greenish black, brown, iridescent colors Oh! Unlimited palette I fail to mix colors to capture beauty of nec......

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...Attractive lady with long shining hair, nobody can resist such a charmer; I bet you turn guys on to have fun, and when danger comes, you run! The one that promises the joys of Heaven and make......

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...Among us The dance of death never stops A plane crossing the Atlantic loses heights the chief pilot flirts with a woman when called to the cockpit Too late, a gigantic wave hits the tail Goo......

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...Cry like a man, I told my son. Leave nothing unfelt. Love is scarce and may yet run Leaving you nought but a pelt. Be brave, for true courage is when You act whilst filled with fear. I told h......

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...How wicked the tricks of your serpent’s lair a lingual place of wild mango magic behind caliente lips where a supple sensualist lies in seductive ambush— rum on the rocks spices the red bed of you......

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...A fake promise This morning February flirts with sunlight And a promise of spring on the horizon dark Clouds gather Don’t send the winter coat For dry cleaning The umbrella too can come ......

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...{"My burial was about to commence, become a happening. My spirit was a necropolis already, everlasting. So what significance did it take for me to give it all up? My soul to be extracted from my bo......

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...The morning slaps me awake with a frozen windscreen, keys in hand, scraping frost like I’m chiselling through someone else’s mistakes. My breath hangs in the air, a ghost of myself mocking the......

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...Caged in the thoughts supposed to release her. The road to righteousness covered in stones. Falling over the master of mind lures. Her heart an afterthought; body on loan. Walks in the dark, ca......

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...Under the velvet of night, where shadows dance and secrets murmur, Lies the playful essence of the deepest consciousness, unbound by reason or constraint, A fire of frivolity, flickering and blazin......

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