Short Hymen Poems

virgin innocence 
     unbroken and still intact
      savage untamed beast...

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Here comes the fair bride, walking like queen ~ in showers of golden and green...

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The Mortal Sin

We broke your hymen
the big time Mortal sin.
Bonnie and Clyde again
pistol whip a devil grin
Maria and Tony within
Romeo and Juliet end....

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I will spread my legs apart
For you my body to have
I will let my hymen depart
Yet only on our wedding 
night

I will warm my head
On your bare hairy chest
To cuddle my self
Yet only when I'm your 
wife...

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My little innocence was  called in 
Enticed with a wrapped lollipop 
... Then my  hymen was carved in 
By  a man I could refer to as pop 
My  loud  scream couldn't be heard 
My mouth was covered with  beard 
My  innocence was  shredded 
My ten year old body violated...

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sun gently breaks hymen
of inviolable night,
flooding silken sheets
of sky
with bleeding red.

december morning's ample bosom 
spills forth crisp coolness,
bracing me 
with a discovery so new.
my fingers run 
like wind through leaves
as i marvel at the wonder of you.

(dec. 1976)...

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The gentle beating of her breasts,
The gradual beating of her breasts,
Gentle… gradual
Gradual… gentle---
Rouses your blood.
Waltz!
A hymen-veiled virgin
Tip toes carefully into a
Forest of suspense.
Tip toes carefully… gradually,
Like the beads of sweat upon her temple---
And the breasts beat,
And the breasts beat,
And the gentle beating of the breasts
Rouses your blood,...

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That lonely girl
Picking Cotton afield
Which the bible carrying
Crooked man
Brainwashed her parents
That she is possessed:
In her lives some a thousand and one spirits.
She isn't the same anymore
The spirits are gone,
With them;her hymen
At thirteen; her Innocence gone.
And the Bible man mounts his pulpit
Same way he mounted her
This time to invoke death on me
For telling tales....

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she's
reine
reina
regina

dipping my
tongue be
tween two
fingers in

a V shape
meaning
peace or
church

ill's
scissor
sign claim
ing victory

cutting hitler's
paper sieg
heil hand
and so

where
is the rock
that's needed
to play this child

ish game
as scissors
cut paper but
rock breaks the

scissor
and so oh
sorceress let
me sing a hymn

to 
your
hymen
for god

save the
queen...

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Hymen intact, it was a long night
in the grave. A naked skeleton
trying to cover, after a broken skull –

by telltale hands. Failed weapons ?
To bring out the unborn child of a
rhyme? The shadow lengthens on the bird’s nest.

A moon subtracted from a sky, meets
the sobbing silence of a valley. The
virgins will be sold again.

Mind blowing pearl on a wedding day
becomes a dance of tsunami, engulfing a smashed
boat of a body.


Satish Verma...

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