Indiscretion Poems - Poems about Indiscretion

I don't like anyone, especially you. Some are still up in the clouds, next to you. My eyes avert you, down on my knees Drink till I ache, ditsy-stole knock on the red door I don't even like you, against the wall I kiss you until our lips are bruised No-"take a shot" "Just one more" Isn't that what you came here for? I see a...

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Indiscretion Or Transgression Miracle Man 1/3/2025 Once dastardly acts become as facts. We cannot change or rearrange. They’re in our past to forever last. We live with regret trying to forget. Filled with distress to God, we confess. Though we relive God does forgive. ...

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One wild happy-go-lucky senryu Was caught impersonating a haiku They levied no fines But removed two lines Now she's a stick-in-the-mud monoku...

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My web’s a lonely place to be For no one likes to visit me No one who comes here wants to stay Yet neither will they go away I really can’t imagine why A friend (for life) will pass me by Unless, of course, it’s indiscreet That everyone I meet … I eat...

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I saw her comin', guitar a hummin, An' a smile on her face lit up the night I said,"My you're pretty, but this ain't the city - You're ridin' alone an' travellin' light." She said,"That I am an' his name was Sam, An' I caught him with some red haired floozie. Gave his keys a toss an' forgot the loss - Went...

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Proclaim thee a Lady? Oh, they of ignorant mind Neither good or bad, but human, this man Vexed of own passion, o' cunning love Keep'st eyes blinded of all thy own wisdom and trust Lest eyes well-seeing thy lady's foul faults shall find Thy woman of past indiscretion, hath scarlet ribboned veins Unknowing from whence cameth thou, she Fancy fleeting bird be...

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Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance Bartering for a brokered, fatuous, amorous romance Initiating a coarse, trite parlance Scoring a lusty, lively,...

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Running inbetween Broken yous And bronken mes I'm trying to pretend That we are none of These We are the new The abused The hidden The viewed Lapping up on Precieved faces And precieved cases I'm trying to pretend That we are more than These We are the old The sold The found The bound Stopping in Lost yous And lost mes I'm trying to know That we are any of These We are the known The stoned The able The labeled...

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