Private Poems - Poems about Private

Don't let people know Too much about you. Just because we don't talk Doesn't mean I don't stalk. There's moonlight everywhere It's nice someone life's to share....

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2024.4.24 One year ago, today, at 13:28:00, You installed some Conversation Apps XMPP. A single word "Hi" was sent to my device. Then at 14:28:00, exactly one hour later, I received: "Hi. I am sending you a message". Since then, we continued on messaging one another. Despite we were in the same area, Sitting only 1.5m away from each other. There...

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The private moments of anyone are singular! And only belong as wanted Not to share and to be taken to the grave ...

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i found the perfect little table in the perfect cozy corner in the perfect quirky bistro in the perfect part of town as i head out on my merry way they may as well cordon off the area 'cause when i get there ~ god help anyone who may be sitting in that spot posted on April 15, 2025...

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Scarlet ribbons are woven into her hair, titan ringlets frame her beautiful face. Never refusing to wiggle her pert derriere, rich men pay big to ogle nubile Ella Grace. Huge feather fans ensure she’s never bare ~ Ella’s folks aren’t aware of her work place! ...

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I questioned everyone and everything back then, Except you... so much that I sat in that mess, I watched those click of vipers brain washing your soul, I felt overwhelmed and outnumbered yet I still didn't let go, I wanted to shake you and wake up your heart, Even if it meant making myself look foolish, so I played...

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SETTING THE TRAP FOR MARTHA BRAE ARRIVING WITH ENVY WATCHING MY ENTIRE FAMILY SURROUNDING ME WITH LOVE RATHER AT THE POOLSIDE OR IN MY LIVING ROOM 2020 MY GRANDDAUGHTER ARRIVED FROM KUWAIT OUR FAMILY IS VERY BIG ON PHOTOGRAPHY INCLUDING NEW YORK TIMES REPORTER FOR ME IT'S THE POOLSIDE PHYSICAL THERAPY FROM MY STROKE 2019...

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“Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.” — Christy Ann Martine Sundown. I enter the private beach through a rusty gate. I walk towards an umbrella and sit in its shadow near my wife Summer is warm. Hurrah for the sea that sparkles like a...

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For no apparent reason everyone was able to read each other's minds Soon after the streets were nearly empty The people hid themselves inside their homes within their homes they stowed away in bedrooms. The homeless and street walkers were the only ones that went public, they'd known for a long time what everyone was thinking. Over time some got closer to God others...

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Your sensualness illuminates my world of secluded dreams Conscious thoughts, no longer kept as silent partners of my heart Allow me to touch the secret depths of your heart A gentle idea, from our hidden corner of special times A mystic spectrum unlocks a glowing crystal of our thoughts of mind Your arms are the safe haven of which I...

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Gambler, I am not watcher of gamblers be One stood to depart approach I, to engage So I whispered and he listened "I saw you cheating." He said, "That's absurd." "I saw you praying." "To you that's cheating?" "Usurper of The Word." "Prayer is a privilege." "Words of an Opportunist." ...

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Leisurely sat on a busy beach A hive of noise and activity A collage of shifting Shape and colour form Just casually surveying the view I felt the hot intense expanding rays Of the sun Scorch and burn my sensitive skin As I watched the wrinkled sea of blue Lap and fold My hair was tussled and strewn Somewhere in the near distance The pulsating...

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Retired now, the Government calls me a carer. Now I ask you what could be fairer? They pay me a few dollars to look after my better half. They explain that I save them the cost of employing staff. Well, I won’t tell them, but they could have saved their money, He won’t have a cook or a...

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Aromatic, foul Fuming scent, last night’s dinner Reeking, stinking smells ...

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In Florida, we take a walk Adjacent to the bay, With stunning views and gorgeous homes We pass along the way. Each house has land across the path With water access, plus A swath of lawn with chairs or swings Which aren’t meant for us. For signs say “Private Property,” In other words, keep out! Some also read “No Trespassing” In case we were in...

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