Harlot Poems - Poems about Harlot

Harlot

soul-numb nights

in red light glaze-gaze

vodka hazed

streetlights spill

blood beads of a loveless life

a heart scarlet scarred

Harlot

crimson lips
stained with blood of saints
rides the beast
steers the reins
embittered roar portends doom
her end imminent


Spin a Shadorma 
Nette Onclaud
6/3/25

** Photo not my creation

Harlot

Belle of night
tossing laced chemise,
carnal acts 
thrills now paid ,
In exchange for decent food 
clinging to lone choice

Nette Onclaud
Spin A Shadorma
June 3 , 2025

Harlot

her skivvies
fine imported lace
King Louis
satisfied
cologne covers the harlot
it stinks at Versaille

Moisten Dat the Harlot

Bing informative
the SCHWA sound
become the topic of the day
Dipithong, Dipithong
ooh, ooh wee!
Schwa:schwa!
the Schwa sound
the schwa sound is destroying me.
T notch filters.
Try to spook the others
they used unsafe tactics
that caused people
to boo and jeer.
The Schaw sound
shall maketh  him
smarter
then he will never be in need
of these types of Chanagans.

Speakest Lammbeeria the Whorish Harlot of Dikkinism

Larghissimo!!!!!
that he

Hobart Harlot

Had chasing salacious not sparked her curious 
     Outcast student wouldn’t have bothered to goad
     Beguile fellow fifteen year old, sordid suggested
     Accompany her on dirty double date, get stoned
     Recklessly rush into raunchy actions, clueless
   

Lyn Goes After Scarlet the Harlot

Scarlet the Harlot teases and torments matador man name of Lyn.
A stuck bull is less wild, but he ignores the advice of friends and kin,
You cannot be serious, they say, she is a cougar and teases us all.
Lyn cannot help it, he loves who he loves, and he loves Scarlet doll.

So, he chases and flirts,

Harlot

Why did I let him back into my life
When I know it will cause only pain, tears and strife

Perhaps I’m afraid I’ll never have another
Man so attentive as this sexy Latin lover

He blows into town finds a snow shovel
Breaks up the ice from ‘round my tiny hovel

Asks me if I’m hungry and takes me out

Starlet

A man with cash shopped at a used car lot
Where met a cute, winsome young harlot
Smiling, he took it in stride 
When she offered him a ride
He loved the trip ‘til he missed his wallet.

Rahab the Harlot

Who would have thought that scarlet thread would save you, 
hung from your window ledge close by our harlot bed. 

You own that Inn, built into Jericho’s thick and stone built wall.
Who would have thought the God you feared, 
with army’s last triumphant trumpet blast,
would cause that wall to fall. 

That same windowed wall shows

Harlot of Love

He asked her why she acted so,
her answer was “Why not”

He asked her why her mood was vile,
she said “That’s all I've got”

He asked her then about their love,
gone missing and in doubt

She answered back while looking down,
a whisper not a shout…

“I loved you once, I loved you twice,
but then my heart went still

“I saw

Pale Though Her Eyes: Vampire Poem

Vampire Poetry

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 
dreaming of blood,
her fangs—white—baring,
revealing her lust,
and her eyes, pale, staring ...
 
Originally published by Scarlett Memories, then performed on YouTube by G.

In Rebuke of the Grinning Harlot

She strumpets all into the nights until 
around her head the build-up's like fetid, gross cheese; 
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still: 
Lord! What miracle it'd be were she just a tease! 
Her grinning face I loathe and never miss;
to greet her with a large and phallic pecker  
delights her—but I

Harlot

Some act as though a person completely loses their humanity after they let you  stick your  in them, what a deranged way to be to dehumanize people, devalue people because they gave into a primitive urge just as you did , but because they have a  they're no longer human to you

A Demon and His Harlot

HER SKIN PRODUCED OILS
THAT WERE LIKE EXTACTIONS
OF THE LAVBER PLANT.

HER SKIN.
HER TONE,
 WAS AS HONEY
AND HER LOVE TASTED AS SWEET.
I WOULD HAVE HOLIDAY
WITH HER BECAUSE I LOVED
THE RICH TASTE OF HER BODY
HER KISSES WERE AS HOT AS THE SAVANNAS
AND HER TONGUE WAS AS COLD
 AS THE SNOWS OF SIBERIA
HER KISSES COULD EXCITE A PEACENT AND

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