Stroked Poems - Poems about Stroked

...The point of no return could be global or individual but never is it in the middle. It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope held by tentative strands of rope that weaken and deny what hear......

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... My sisters stroked my girlfriends hair Saying lovely hair Then both of them went into a cupboard under the stairs Like something a la Burton Sorry my ex-girlfriend I am ashamed by my co......

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...A heron watched me from painted rushes, brush-stroked by a man who lived in a wagon lacquered with stars and road-dust and wind, who sometimes drank too much and thundered. They say he wan......

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... Childhood has me with a fevered brow being gently stroked and bathed in the cool of a caring breath as I lay sick - recalling, when I was only six years old, the electric thrill that ......

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... You’ll come Knocking on my door One of these days And you’ll know What it’s like To be able feel your insides That uncanny descending feeling Like a rock being dropped In the ......

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...Her Brazilian Ass She stood gazing out the window, bored and horny. It was Saturday night, and no date as usual. But she knew that was no one's fault but her own. Since the breakup with her longt......

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...My eyes wandered through an old photograph. Pausing suddenly, I dissolved in tears, remembering how, the first half of half of my life, you were with me all those years, and how my young love,......

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...departure i touched her face then kissed her lips and stroked her tears as i turned away her hair was long i brushed it aside and we kissed again as never before i remember h......

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... “The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” Winter pulled me into Her like I was Her new season and cooly stroked my fevered skin like the contours of my body we......

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...Once green and firm, she danced, on the boughs edge. Whirling and dipping, through the breezes, of changing seasons. She basked, in hot summer suns. Rejoicing in the adulation, heaped up......

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...  The Ballad of the Lucky Man She visited me at 15 Like an untasted maelstrom of tempestuous emotions She whispered like a midnight seductress So mysterious and so enchanting She st......

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... Ok God hear it is I spent eons perfecting an animal that cares about nothing I call it a……Cat Gabriel beams as he places it gently in Gods lap Could you please remove it It is making a weir......

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...She Wanted More! He shut the car door with a hush; she closed her side of the car with a statement. He slipped into his seat belt in a measured sense; she slapped-snapped her seat belt on.. in ......

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... “Nightingale and Roses” the heart burst open like a canary cracks open its cage with a song listening to the nightingale with roses flying like a throatful soul escapi......

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... Oh, what a crisp, beautiful morning, Surely this will be a wonderful day, For every cloud that we will see On our way, I’ll wish for a silver lining, Designed just for you and me. Advent......

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