Raver Poems - Poems about Raver

... My cravings flaming in a dumpster fire Ridding me of my secret heart’s desire Every chocolate bar All candies in a jar Gone so the raver in me can transpire.......

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...Just like a germinating node, so are the childishly preened pudenda load. Ecstasy in fluffs of dew are bestowed as croissants for neonate are getting bold. Silky gazelle of a nymphet endowed w......

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...he’s a raver, deep from marrow, born who screams at moons to curse the morn and though his flesh is bloodless, torn he woos the beast inside him for night alone won’t hide him he creeps the ne......

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...Oodles Of Google Doodles... visually delicious as germane strudels the following cooked years ago courtesy me noggin awash with noodles. Yours truly crafted remaining poem around 27th July ......

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...This man -made rich replica of Heaven , Designed by thinkers and culture-braiders Flourished with various colours and breath Till the bipeds ' , Greed like the raver raven Raze......

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...I drink privilege, I breath iniquity. Everything around me wreaks of docile obsequisy. I was a born a prince, of a minor province. And ever since, I have often heard words minced, By those below,......

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...You could make paper paving pavements as a pavement paver, and take that paper to a rave and rave like a raving raver, save behaviour you savour and say to the saviour to save ya, lose weight so t......

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...Be On Best Behavior God should be my Lord and savior So I better be on best behavior And me is keeping his eye on Places where I have gone For president don't need a ranter and raver. Jim H......

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...course of the willing knave Raise yourself, find the leading thrall. See the reflection, that misleads us all. Follow the darkened shadow, Loss of personal strength, one of mental exasperation, id......

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...The pinks, the yellows, the greens, the blues Bright coloured outfits, bright sparkly shoes These are the sights I love most to see The horns, the whistles, my raving family The beats, the bass, ......

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...I don't want to sound like no rant nor raver But when people say to me love thy neighbour This woman has no once of common courtesy It's like shes always there ready to pouce on me A fussy old ......

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...Tribulations ah well i guess we never will have a need for the good old pill goodnight sweet lady not to dance or feel the taste of sweet romance and often by the moons cold light I saw h......

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...The moons been up all night again He’s looking rather pale Been burning the candle at both ends And now it’s beginning to tell By the end of the month he will be A shadow of his former self It’......

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