Prostituted Poems - Poems about Prostituted

...BAT SONG (This Song was written in 2009 for a dramatised Rap Music & Dance Group in Rural South Africa. They wanted an amusing song with a message incorporating an unusual rural image. It unfortu......

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...My belief in happiness through another human being has left me jaded. Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed. I prostituted my worth for a dance with ......

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...Last night a six-year-old child was savagely murdered by her parents. Last night an inebriated vet was beaten to death in an alley by teenagers. Last night the moon cried in empathy as she watched......

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...I We celebrate Labor (LABOUR) This year, with more PRAYER II I prayed briefly for my country, the people Singing the "Pater Noster" - FATHER IN HEAVEN: In the wee hours, as I awoke, th......

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...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 sco......

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... American fawning pawn wearing a king crown How far down will you bow to the Kremlin ground? Peppermint kisses of appeasement suit your licorice lips well Shameless nude tongue abasem......

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...The Champion Controlled by remote desires I trip the laurel fuse of longing ancestry My Mom had been chosen to compete diving from the high platform of Hitler’s mania for ‘Kraft’ ‘Freude’ livin......

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...A fertile wind lures a petting call from the bull who will swim the Lough. Immortality lurks within its perfume of dynasty and a future king. The scent of tomorrow makes love extinct for ou......

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...Remember to thank the Lord, for while you lay sheltered in your warm blankets and stable roof,they lay shivering blanketed by the harsh winds,sheltered by what one could ever refer to as home. ......

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...Imagination is the river that guides the quill. Dreams the sailing ship that unleashes the voyage through the pages of a poets mind. To write is to find the meaning of love. Where beauty opens the g......

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...Crucibles of tattered thorns intrests silenece of feverish scorns. Watered down rivers of loosely washed words woven which wander for weakening tranquility. Cascading into the pantheon of precipitati......

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...So shut up while I carve out your heart with this spoon in my hand 'cause now you're mine; so get over yourself You priceless prostituted attention seeker I'll give you want you want So shut up ......

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...In his songbook, are raving songs of beauty, which thrushes around the phrases of my mind and embroiders my soul on an errand into a white night of a white Christmas, in a white dreamland, and ha......

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...You say I'm a whore, father But who created me? You say I'm a prostitute to society But who prostituted me? You say I'm a perversion of beauty, father But who perverted me? You say I aborted your lov......

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...A fallen villain; Slayer of the innocent and lover of pain; A gifted mystic who prostituted the endowments of Nature, And thus drunk her cup of fury with mysterious pleasure. Sharks found a ra......

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