Slaked Poems - Poems about Slaked

... sea of life pulsates on passion waves sapphire serenity drapes its depth I sink slaked within the submerged soul search for the sublime sanctum ......

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...Born in darkness, where senses deceive, We dance with phantoms, a life we perceive. Flickering shadows cast on the cold, stone wall, A tapestry woven, an illusory sprawl. But whispers arise, a ......

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...VICTORY I never did succeed at first Yet winning never slaked my thirst But giving up I can’t abide At least I know that I have tried Can no-one ever scale that wall Too high for some, no c......

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...I'm an ordinary sort... Nothing much to see. No shining star to mark my space... No glory there to be. I've lived my life as best I could With few laurels to provide. Just one who walks in wh......

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...Written: October 22, 2023 ___________________________________ In the murky backdrop of my remote dreams. Still has the enticing taste of your whisper. To fester ......

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...Life sea wavers on waves. In depth, draped serene still, I sink, search slaked in submerged soul, silence.......

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...Flying around so dextrously Her wee heart beating rapidly Humming about excitedly O sweet water levitate me Her wings impossible to see Form a blurry consistency On whim of a scent she wil......

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...Squalid were those days of thuggish delight When the fat land's spirit the small Goths stole. Joy was a thirst slaked, forever a night, In that corpulent desert of mean soul. But pastel virtue......

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...21. I care not a fat hairy fig For your task to decimate And predicate my world With such villainy and hate. You evaporate the sunshine. You bring nigh the distant gloom. Like a pestiferou......

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...Will you come? Will you come? To quest, Knock my door Come and play the flute Unforgettable memories, And forgiven melancholic throb Now shrouded in mist. Those nights, all perfumed in l......

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...A Horn and Hardart Story By Sy Roth It begins with buttons, ivory buttons, Pearlized pieces-- Not the plastic crap, Over-industrialized flotsam that adorns clothing these days— Eager......

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...Be not soft upon the morrow For the maliciousness it contrives. The future beckons unending sorrow To gamely catch the vulture's eye. 'Tis the destiny of mice and men To be laid waste by natur......

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...I opened my heart, as a bud in bloom A fragile flower, gently held in his arms I welcomed the warmth of his touch He was my morning dew, slaked my thirst and sated my hunger for love. Hi......

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...Luke 15:11-32 In search of delight, I wandered away Exchanged my inheritance for nothing at all. Choking on filth, suffocating in sin I drew one last breath, and dared venture home.......

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......“ ‘There’s this Hitler guy who’s trying to kill every fallen Jew that happens my way, you think six million would’ve slaked his thirst, but he still rants and raves, seeking to slay. “ ‘And ......

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