Long Virginity Poems

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Premium Member Prostituted Governmental Woes- -

Thousands of Queens in numerous countries
Inward were bountiful dreams of serving their subjects 
In strong and numerous cities of many nations are placed loose women
Laid and layed down women scorned loosed prostitutes whores
In battling men singles married and more
Giving of themselves hardly human and yet acting like raised animals
Virgins untouched their sins like their loosed sister's forgiven

Oh my love be still my heart
In conjecture allow me to start
For you see in reality
You Belong To Me
And royalty has no control of thee

O' virgin fair untouched and yet rare
Your doctor's daughter a flower ever fair
You Belong To Me
And royalty has no control of thee

Hundreds of people in cities denying the presence of royalty essence
Halty and high-minded spiritually blinded
Enriching the rich encasing the poor
Loose slot in your opinion of it those governmental systems
Help the rich  entertain the Have Nots

I shall not be the prostitute of your problem
I shall not initiate the Pains of this world
I shall not be left embellished it's not a question
Trust not in man no government they're not on blessing
For the virgin of the matter is seek clean bee clean
Is in a dream just what does this mean
Prostituted government entwined and embellishment
Who do the rich really represent
Or I am virginity poor untouched and pure cleanse unites us oh Lord

2/9/19


Premium Member 25 Funny Proverbs

Never argue with a woman when she's tired or rested
One good turn gets most of the blankets
The qualities that most attract a woman to a man
are usually the same ones she can't stand years later
It's better to be looked over than overlooked
Definition of an ******: gland finale
Virginity can be cured
Sex has no calories
Did you ever notice that anyone in favor of birth control
has already been born
The problem with the gene pool is there's no lifeguard
Red meat is not bad for you, fuzzy green meat is bad for you
Never pass up an opportunity to pee
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday lying in the hospital
dying of nothing
No one is listening until you fart
Never hold in your farts... they travel up your spine to your brain
and that's where your crappy ideas come from
A man with both feet firmly on the ground is a man
who can't get his pants off
A lie travels round the world while truth is putting its boots on
Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead
A day spent in a well was a day well spent
My ex-wife still misses me but her aim is improving
I googled, “how to start a wildfire”... got 48,572 matches
I'm not as think as you drunk I am
Told my wife I was seeing a psychiatrist... she told me
she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender
A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand
A closed mouth gathers no feet
Eat well, stay fit, die anyway
Form: Narrative

Hello

Hello ! It's me they say time is supposed to heal You  but I am not seeing Much of healing .

I was wondering after living all these  year's 

Without you 

 Maybe you 

Would like to hear my apologies or

Perhaps I should put my apologies in a carpel of  poems 

Because really I hurt you 


I have been preaching your love but not living it 

I am lost and stack in this crazy generation were virginity means nothing ,and sex means everything

Hello!! 

Am am lost 

Am not the man I was ,

I remember how beautiful our love was 

At that time everything sims to have stooded still 

Am not trying to sound poetic wen I say she took my soul ,I was a slave to her will ,

You see I believed that our love would fly like a bird little did I know our love was that of a flight less bird ,

you see I believed you could fly

But my faith was not brave enough to Left you to the sky

Until the lies crow in my ears they told me of fears that made me to creaple you wings

 

You see to me you were a library but I made you into a piece of paper that could fit in my hands

Am sorry ?? 

I left you alone while trying to force love for those who cared less if I lived or died 

You see am sorry the girls who break into your heart and the ones I handed the key


You see am sorry for the battles I had lost 

Someone way out of my class but yet you looked upon me 

Like a trap song your love captivated me 

Wrote me love latter's  you new my Genesis regardless of my acts you still love me 


Hello ! It's me
Form: Epic

Bugs Bunny As the Legendary Shuyin of Final Fantasy X-2

He came to me in a rhythm, an ordinary Black American woman, age 33
spilling gentile and Pinesol, and debris of his knee\
A couple of diamonds and pearls, said the dream, "Is the dreaming Awakening me, dearie?"
He showed me his face, his Rabbit hair, like a knight in the king's corner of a sultry, satin fair/
a couple of downy llamas and a few more Pinesol, please
I was in Alice in Wonderland's Labyrinth with a bunny-RABBIT, ahem. Please//
His name was Bugs Bunny, that rascally rabbit. He suited up and wore his gauntlet grid and familiarized himself with his Virginian, er, um, Virginity?
He called himself Shuyin, from Final Fantasy X-2, and the added prequel came from me, the Author and the Narrator of the Story.

Premium Member Artistic Freedom In the Wild

There are no shape walls
to bridle one's emotions
creativity is properly ventilated
unbound by meter or syllable count
embracing nakedness
yanked naked in its virginity
The binding belt of chastity
given over to lyrical lovers
Sleeping quietly in the meadows
a pristine area free of squatters
fighting for their rights
with sonnet-crafted homes
and hamlets defined by literature.

Straying away from the norm
acolytes watch as castles are built,
that worships orderly expression 
poetic masterpieces,
safeguarded and preserved at all times
metaphors align into a specific subset
pictures look like works of art,
there is a distinct realm 
for those unfit to fly in their confines.

Outside of the norm 
is a vast nebulous
growing quill flowers from seeds sown
the power of smell to evoke memories,
which one's brain may elect to ignore
when settling at a location of a specific form
is what one's words must imply.

On this trip, there are no rules,
only that burning desire inside 
strive to harass the page,
fire getting into the core
from telling someone a mystery,
till the key bares the chest
where other ideas demand rebirth.

1st Place Contest Winner

Written: August 28, 2022

Free Verse - Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May

5th Place Contest Winner
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Best Friends

I still remember that first day of school in our fourth grade year;
My family had just moved in and I didn’t have any friends there.
I sat in the cafeteria all alone, my lunch box I’d left on the bus;
Sitting down beside me you shared half your lunch and that was the start of us.

I remember that time in our Freshmen year, when your mother passed away;
We cried and we cursed and we yelled at God, when in my house you stayed.
At her funeral I remember you being so brave when you got up and read your speech;
So lovely the words you had written to say, better than what the Pastor would preach.

I remember double dating during Senior Prom with two beauties on our arms;
Hoping to get lucky for the very first time and winning them over with our charms.
Too much excitement and too immature; too inexperienced and too much booze,
Two bigger idiots we could not have been; our virginity we did not loose.

We both went to college at the same school; roommates for four years;
You graduated but I had more to do, we departed with a shake and some tears.
Our paths parted and went separate ways, with letters and phone calls in between;
When I got the invitation for your wedding day, my face lit up like a beam.

I was your best man and then you were mine, four years later when I got hitched,
And you were there to ease my mind, years later when I divorced that witch.
Vacations together with your family and my kids, a divorced father doing his best,
Always envious of your accepting ways, never putting our friendship to a test.

I knew back then in the fourth grade you would be my very best friend.
And I’m sure it will always stay that way until we meet our end.

By, Joe Flach
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Love Expression

WARNING:  THIS IS PG-14  NO KIDS ALLOWED PLEASE

While he's showing his devotion
Your expressing mixed emotions
As he gently lays your head
On a soft but scary bed
That you've slept on many times
But now it is hard to find
The comfort that it always brings
As these new formed feelings
Start to weaken your defenses
As he takes your hand and clenches
Shaky fingers inside his
Softly giving you a kiss
And whispers it will be alright
As carefully through the nite
Your bodies start to contour
Into one as you mature
With a look of dedication
He slowly starts his penetration
And while he's going in and out
You both know without a doubt
The reason you act nervously
Is losing your virginity
That made you feel sweet and young
But now you have just begun
A roller coaster of sensation
Ending with a big elation
While shining down from up above
To light up this special love
The stars bright illumination
Is a calming inspiration
That puts you in a calming mood
As you hold each other nude
Knowing that you both have grown
With the love that you have shown
Form: Rhyme

Come

Come!
by Michael R. Burch

Will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder,
when I have lain so long in the indifferent earth
that I have no girth?

When my womb has conformed to the chastity
your anemic Messiah envisioned for me,
will you finally be pleased that my sex was thus rendered
unpalatable, disengendered?

And when those strange loathsome organs that troubled you so
have been eaten by worms, will the heavens still glow
with the approval of God that I ended a maid—
thanks to a spade?

And will you come to visit my grave, I wonder,
in the season of lightning, the season of thunder?

Keywords/Tags: sonnet, god, religion, Christian, Christianity, puritanism, chastity, virgin, virginity, nun, sex, sexy, lust, desire, death, grave, passion, lightning, thunder, earth, womb, tomb, worms, organs, maid
Form: Sonnet

In Between Her Legs

In between her legs
her innocent mind 
hurts no flies
but her beauty hurts 
those in chase of her 
whom she don't want
she is so beautiful 
every boy wants her 
most men dreams of her 
so many guys wishes
to be her lover 
she needs a care taker
yet she falls for a perfect player

in between her legs 
her innocent love 
makes her more 
admirable
everyman trys to be nice 
with her 
so many men dreams to 
marry her 
she was the talk of the town 
cos her beauty is a kind killer
despite her humor 
despite her great personality 
she falls for a player 

in between her legs
her innocent heart 
hurts no pidgin
cos she was clean 
like an egg shell 
yet her heart bleeds
cos her lover is far 
from loving her 
is unfortunate she 
is in love 
so in love
with the man who
only needs nothing 
but the Virginity
in between her legs

in between her legs
mama warned her 
about her lover 
but she was too young
to understand
papa never like him 
for one bit
always he chase him 
far always from her 
yet she keep running
after his sweet lips of lies
not too long 
she bleeds to tears 
cos he has won her 
virginity to just a game
he is used to 
he is never in love
he is just a player 
dishonesty was his moto
always with sweet words 
of manipulation
his philosophy
is play with the head 
with sweet words
and she will keep 
the  her legs
easily open 
what a love 
now she is a single
mother 
with no real man 
just because of the 
sexy player that only 
needs nothing but
her virginity 
in between her legs

a dedication to 
all young ladies
out there in the 
cold word
beware ladies
this is a reality
to all the 
innocent beautiful
ladies out there 
my princess all
over the world
beware be wise!!!!
Form: Epic

Premium Member Indigestion

It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed

Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier

	The smell of seduction and no fake news

Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love

Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss

	Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation

It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply

With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy

	Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief

I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated

Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum

	Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest

Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression

A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows

	Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets

The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren

Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies

	Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees

Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption

Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection

	Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh

Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence

That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core

	Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward

Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause

Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation

	Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur

Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise

Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife

	And so we choke on what should have been celestial food

Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger

We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter

	Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain


25th January 2020

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