Tip Poems - Poems about Tip

Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue, melts like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet on my hungry lips, pouring confessions in breathless whispers, a dance of endless desire. I pull her closer, white-knuckled on silk sheets, intoxicated by the ecstasy between her thighs, a paradise lost and found, a pleasure so intense...

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Poetry Tip 101 (A lone voice whispers) For a dash of exquisite fun Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery. So all those within your prose's proximity: Can enjoy its delicious delivery (C) Copyright John Duffy ...

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MARTY KING sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow golden maturity feels so ocean fresh traces of lavender calms the vibe of overbearing reality though time continues to be rebellious and uncaring you provide a blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity everything slows down your beautiful smile on my life feels so good SHENIKA SIMS sometimes i kiss the tip of a...

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how to be while i am offer out of your tongue spoken past today no cast mold in the dye laughter and decaying denile locked in a single soaring, owner prevailing gumption detailing winded engine haunts of limber war hauling the desert core i seek and ask of neither bother nor trolling auctioneers limbs in a midst, a twist and astair ...

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Look up Julius Sumner Miller, he can help quite a bit with It.'...

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Laying very still actually afraid to move my head unbearable headaches after two strokes severe anxiety syncope fainting spells my husband rushes me back and forth to the hospital I felt horrified anytime you have a traumatic brain injury a lot comes into play first it was waking up from the coma blurred visions big...

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Here i was thinking this was just my second cardiovascular attacks my second stroke an yet here i was rushed through the double doors my husband in a state as we waited wondering what caused this was it the traumatic brain injury scars left over or was it the stroke that left me using a...

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I use my grandma’s cookie shapes For Chanukah each year. They’re plastic and so very old They might not persevere. The candle cutter’s broken So it’s hard to get a grip On the pieces (there are 3 of them), Especially the tip. Since I’d hate to leave a shape out, I just take an extra sec, But today, between the batches, I looked down and –...

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Three hot shots unlike normal men Form and fill this diagram Venn: Luigi the threat Forms an ivied set With Elon + Don from U Penn...

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the waiter served with a response able bill at tea 'sew then' we thought and fabricated a table-tip to show lasting pleasure wrt the special foods and a rest-to-rants len/stan ...

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haiku Poetry Contest Rick Parise A march of tulips Showy and rainbow coloured Parade of spring blooms...

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I went to see the wounded boy in the hospital bed He knew not who had shot him nor why they wished him dead. His cousins sat nearby; I asked them for a clue They proceeded to tell me all they knew. "He flew in from Spain, wanted to go to MIT. First, he seemed...

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. i certainly have this ...

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Truth not a dictum of majority Credence more pointed abhorring a crowd Its tenets relentless called from its slumber To censor the many — its voice zero sum (Villanova University: September, 2024) ...

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. don’t b!tch about them ...

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