Short Deflowered Poems
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He could not gather honey; the forest was deflowered.
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lines cut and arranged
deflowered
deadheaded bouquet
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From
Embalmed darkness
She toll
Her rhythmic dirge
Night's serene silent
Is gently
Deflowered
Written by Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's septolet contest
deflowered devoured
blood trickles
and runs
was it good
was it fun
tell darling
speak hun
more than
tongue tied
I lied
you trust
we thrust
and than you
died
Form:
There was an old virgin named Gidgett.
Always thinking of sex made her fidget.
Tho never deflowered;
no need of cold showers.
Satisfaction came via her digits!!
I finally get the bawdy thing!.. :-)
Condemnation, confrontation
Nasty, no-compromise nation
Protestors plentiful, a passel irruptive
Ornery out-of-towners, so disruptive
Downtowns deflowered in
Portland Chicago, Seattle
Lawless looters ~
Time to skedaddle
Right before the sunsets
Can I smell your flower?
Is it sweet enough to eat?
take my time when I devour?
Oozing syrup
Never bitter Never Sour
Pollen poppin like a cherry
From one who was deflowered
Plucking petals she love me
She love me not
Her Garden remains
My favorite spot
purpl'd eyes heaven
with tongue cloven
met mystic malady
embroidered ensconced epilepsy
dripping damped desires
jittery earth admires
saline liquid loitering
deflowered dusts damping
scrunched sans spooky
moistened mists melt
Jove's jumpy jets
twain trailed crest
dull disease dances
later lost traces
19:11:16:11:56
Drought has come in the ploughing fields
Disaster has come to the matured nature
Drone of hate has deflowered the love envelope
No words bloom now in the garden of hazardous mind
Thief of hypocrisy takes birth in the veins of inhumane unkind
Yet I smile in the world of all acceptance
Smiling to me a blooming heart on mouth
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Reality sacred and carefree
Fatality broken and fancy free
It hurts to be me
It hurts for you to see
all the pain I put myself through
Crawling through the disdain
and I still can't get to you
Even after all my pain
Bleed a thousand tears
Need to rid myself of these fears
It cannot bear
It cannot compare
To the pain I endure
Just to stay pure
Gathered art they in his interest:
Non-deflowered heifer and gold plate,
Silver bowls carressed with glowing triplets,
Woods and chaff attending at their fate.
Beating,cutting and burning is the priest,
Watching,chanting were the theist:
And he'd stood their watching their acts,
Perhaps they're unwilling,he would leave before their start.
18:02:23:16:17
Form:
A furtive glance, a fine romance that strayed,
In dalliances chains enslaved by lust.
Deflowered knave in shallow trysts betrayed,
A precious love, now crushed bereft of trust.
9 / 15 / 2019.
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Second stanza of a sonnet.
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Save your soul in a pickle jar
Wishes will get you only so far
Today is yesterday in review
Will tomorrow bring anything new?
Saints are sinners that God forgave
Dead bodies are farmed into the grave
You give and take and take and give
You live to die and die to live
Paradise was lost by a fleshy bite
Innocence was deflowered by knowing right
Adam's apple jiggles when he lies
Nothing is sweet as Eve's apple pie
Eagle-Sea -- Hope, the long Wave--
Slow -- to the Acorn --
From where Million goodbyes
As the best deflowered Drive --
Deep in and out --
It's impossible I meet!
I read your long letters --
Breathed --Organic glory --
Sublime ecstasies --they are all your flesh --
Chanted -- the perpetual
Revolution of that Dips!
Let me not to be ashamed
By saying, "They shake me sexually" --
I could not know
How departures I have --
All flocked me away!
She smiles with flower laden hair
While he tells her that shes marvelous, fair
In her eyes, such surprise
Yes its there
Such a tender age of seventeen
The things that she has not yet seen
Put aside, It will hide
Shes just a teen
He takes her hand, pulls her near
she cant tell if its love or fear
A gift forsaken, innocence taken
She sheds a tear
A sneeky trick he does condone
To leave her there all alone
A girl deflowered, a boy empowered
A baby on her own
Form:
Across a flowered field, I gaze.
A daisy weeps through morning haze.
One lone petal departs her side -
a "love-me-not" is softly sighed.
Gazing away from love denied -
one more leaflet from thee is pried.
Another dream towards fate's romance;
a petal plucked lends second chance.
The daisy's hearth has met defeat.
Her children sob beneath her feet.
Deflowered by a lover's act -
one last petal remains in tact.
"Love-me-not or love me so true?"
I leave that answer up to you.