Voyeuristic Poems - Poems about Voyeuristic

... "Treasure Box" The etymologist considered "themselves" singular; like a butterfly collector they pulled the pincushion out from the treasure box and proceeded to cap......Read the rest...

... Politicians will be the end of me. To cynical now to trust their lie! To angry now to listen to: Continuous disharmony, Pointed conversations, Loose denominations. Finding flo......Read the rest...

...Video audio Vicarious living Voyeuristic addict Vegetatively blissed Viewer discretion, right Volume blasts to the max Vexed neighbour calls with axe Pleiades V Poetry Contest Sponsore......Read the rest...

...Chet lived creepily in the back of the tavern, hidden. No one bothered him. He lived vicariously through the others. The pretty barflies who flitted in chatting too loudly. Flipping their hair. H......Read the rest...

...Within the delegate thunder that opens portals to the mind, Opiates navigate the cerebral conundrum of confusion... Virtual landscapes exist amidst temporary voiceless vortexes, Temples of......Read the rest...

...We are not merely poets I am six hundred other things besides this My Girl Explains my voyeuristic childhood self. My Pirate Women I have been fascinated with them since Pippi Longstocking.......Read the rest...

...A covert curtain raiser pulls a string and marvels at an epic scene Though parsimonious in essence the stage appears rather obscene Black cross and pitch dark raven on bold charcoal sable ta......Read the rest...

...Today you twitter, then you tweet, as though to make your lives complete, by echoing thoughts of people you admire. Anticipating that great twitter, you clutch your phones to reconsider, the t......Read the rest...

...She slips quietly into the semi-circle of the grotto, reverently lights a votive candle. A pretty girl, her form drags my eyes away from the plaster virgin into a carnal daydream. She does the......Read the rest...

...Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms. The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists! She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position, unable to ever be put back together again........Read the rest...

... "Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills" He said, “Go to where the poets go Love rolls wet and sways Intensity wraps itself inside out and somersau......Read the rest...

... "The Unlit Flame at Blue Feather’s Cross Roads" Words these days are seldom Red like drops of lifeless blood falling cold on a hot frying pan, ......Read the rest...

...Fatima was always dressed up fittingly as any occasion called for Today one might call her a performance artist but she was A hippie and child of God always good for some drama though Was ......Read the rest...

...Aye Writhed With Agony... Unbeknownst to any innocent onlooker, aye underwent extreme internal torture with silent cry ying whimpers, whence, (either left or right) pos......Read the rest...

...Maybe it’s the manifestation of boredome to repeat habitually these idiosyncratic escapes from reality An addiction of self texting a selfie a pornographic predilection of voyeuristic intern......Read the rest...