Short Orgies Poems
Short Orgies Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Orgies by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Orgies by length and keyword.
Fantasies
Orgies are best left
to the hobbits, elves and dwarfs,
imaginary...
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Categories:
orgies, fantasy, relationship,
Form:
Haiku
Chrysanthemums Birth
Chrysanthemums Birth
Seeds fill orgies needs
Lay numb, pregnant on the fields
Chrysanthemums bloom...
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Categories:
orgies, beautiful, birth, flower, image, life, nature,
Form:
Haiku
For the Story
Like a dog digging bone, I hunt stories
Write orgies from words known
With syntax like old men's drone
And metaphors overblown
...
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Categories:
orgies, funny, vanity, words, writing,
Form:
Englyn
- Hair On The Chest -
the Vallhall journey
drunken orgies - fight and death
mead - milked from a goat...
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Categories:
orgies, heaven, history, humorous,
Form:
Senryu
Chez Old Nick
The flaming pyre
And tortured screams;
Regrets and curses
And broken dreams.
The piles of gold,
With fags* and booze;
The lust and orgies:
So much to choose…
*cigarettes
For PD’s To Hell and Back contest...
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Categories:
orgies, death,
Form:
Rhyme
Not a Rainbow
here as in flood dress
beat his chain
savage on bare iron
he sang orgies
with prisms deep but
bloodless as a black whisper
his worn epic compels brevity
shadow language rending
repulsive beneath their lather
arcs glow and groan
the ground pulls cheers
a grave on two ends....
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Categories:
orgies, conflict, dark, surreal, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Drunken Painter's Delusion
The purple moment of the canvassed dome
Pink pastel orgies like Miami in the eighties
A figure sits insignificantly on the periphery
To be of her dream is to need to be seen
In the drunken painter's delusion
If she weren't so high there'd be no coral sky
To chart our own dreams by
August 9, 2018...
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Categories:
orgies, art, beauty, color,
Form:
Free verse
The Brutal Life
The unspoken words
had the unborn quality.
That homliness sitting around the fire pits
writhed in predatory hopelessness.
Insensitive to flesh
we were shooting the ducks in midair.
Rapture for the dirt,
deceit does not need a consonant,
the intensity confronts the meaning.
The impermanence of joy
restores the crypt ;
the body was still to be brought.
On the winds
a crumpled name floats
recalling the orgies.
SATISH VERMA...
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Categories:
orgies, adventure, allegory, angst, animals, anniversary, art
Form:
I do not know?