Ovules Poems - Poems about Ovules

...a good teacher is nectar to learners they sip honey from his brain in freedom and construct knowledge, skills and values a good teacher is nectar to learners the slow ones find good time to ex......

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...The past is time gone forever The present is for us the serious The future is for the unknown To live in the past is to be a ghost To miss the present is lost game To mind the future is to be ......

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...a beautiful wife is flower souvenir for the heart giving every day a picnic for the man she married and the children she bears are little beautiful flowers from the ovules of her life as free ......

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...There she is crimsoned bright-faced, smiling lips beckoning me to hurry shyly I watch it from near piercing my innocent soul with sharp unforgiving looks violently looting my desires Petals op......

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...In the center of a fresh pageant, she throttles like a mythical woman quick to dance among open flowers, whirling like a hundred stars with curves round and breasts oyster pink as th......

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...night market! a juggle of flavors succulent and citrusy with pears pumpkins peaches inflamed and clothed in sweetened rinds like watercolors of tangerine and mauve... stems dipped in wate......

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...No twilight concerto to sway not yet as zigzag street lights pound upon heavy fog clutching iced flakes on rooftops like hushed matte from night's gale pouring bitter ovules to a past in n......

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...That body that glitters like gold which mothers all along is the flower of this universe With petals, stigma and ovules prolific powers it has for the world But when she surrenders it to foxes ......

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...That body that glitters like gold, which a mother carries all along is the flower of this universe of partying. With petals, stigma and ovules, prolific powers it has for the universe. Well u......

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...The Tears Bequeathed Of frozen droplets’ ice water in his veins swamped his heart little crystals of permafrost too rugged too woebegone to even drown his open-ended sorro......

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...A beat of my hungry passion draws you To me. And I wait for this slow approach, Excited…darkness on camouflage of grass My limbs attract,entrap... now a quick dance begins, And I devour yo......

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...A pageant of hued flappers drapes the air, where maiden butterflies awake upon fresh tunes gliding in crystal winged sensation: how beautiful they are, enough to initiate my own spri......

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