Pouty Poems - Poems about Pouty

...Above a beached bleached paperback, "The Doors of Perception", a pent-up penchant for greed is flung wide open: The esophagus of a seagull sky grows narrow until one seagull stomachs trash with ......

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... Who's that girl by the ancient tree... She's the daughter of a butcher, quiet and pouty... She's always there, contemplating unspoken prophecy... She scribbles poetry, they say her Mother is a ......

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...To love is to burn with passion, like flames of a fire. ~ by poet On canvas, her loveliness was yet a vague concep......

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...What might be your perfect way to awake with joy and gratitude each morning within this new day old way of opportunity and mourning? This morning's epic re-awakening into Beloved Paradise op......

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...Dredged from the depths of a shaken Sennen seashell she hears once more his voice, low, sonorous tones, sees the bones of her past laid out, splayed out, another story playing out, can feel it i......

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...Plush lips and a pouty face, still I can’t hear a thing you say; Distracted by all the work done in the name of high fashion; Now you look just like a toon, sponged with what’s real covered ......

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...Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips kn......

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...I’m a full-dressed villain, Wearing the iron maiden’s cape. Squint eyes, Pouty lips: “Be careful who to throw those rumors, You cannot escape.” As faithful as sheep, As treacherous as fox. Yo......

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... Smashed into oblivion that pouty lip; You asked for it silently.......

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...A skin, bit rough, and brownish fair; A rounded face and short black hair; Fine vignettes on a wide forehead that seems to think the ways ahead. Cherry red lips, thick and pouty; Two big ear......

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...Burning blue eyes like shining star Like sunshine with a fiery flare Her gleaming glare from near or far Tames the heat of a flaming stare Her pouty lips of cherry red Speak in silence of......

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...Poetry is moody, she can be pouty and sad. She can be vibrant, dancing the chicken dance. I allow her freedom to be herself. It does me no good to feel I am the boss. Poetry is a chameleon. He ......

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...pouty painted lips long luxurious hair flips leather red bottoms......

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...I'm so tired of waiting for the baby witch I'm destined to bind In this witchy tradition of old, the young goddess/princess witch is mine She's the youngest and the most beautiful heiress to the Si......

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...Almost a month now and the emotions honeymoon-surfaced fast Plagued by the invasive thoughts of which one of us will prove to last Anxiously waiting to see if our Jenga game will wobble, fall and c......

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