What A Pleasure Its Been Poems - Poems about What A Pleasure Its Been

In my solitude I listen to the stillness A calming sound of silence...

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The end of days is a term Dark enough To make men squirm And real enough In a way To make one consider His final day… Without regrets…who’s to say And doing so I must look back On what I wrought And what I wrecked What I built And what I broke What I gave And what I took Then the book that tallies sums Finds me wanting And then some For...

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Written By: D. Collins 6/30/25 I'll be in a place of pleasure where wind soothes my bald head. Far from the concrete jungles and snow-shoveling homesteads. I'll be in the ocean with waves crashing all up against me. Tasting salt water with nothing but sand under my feet. A quiet place of pleasure sipping umbrella drinks. Leaving bitter cold for...

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when hearts beat together cozy home's pure pleasure change the tempo, however love-nest's bereft of feathers ...

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Another cold night And he was here, right next to me His face over my shoulder and hands wrapped across my belly. Caressing me at times, teasing! His lips alternating between bites & soft kisses Leaving marks wherever possible. Just when i was levitating in pleasure, Something loomy stuck my mind. It whispered hundred things. Of all, What hurt the most Was how many people...

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'To Womb it may concern,' tho' not quite the norm, the gyno's form letter read, 'I am pleased to inform you are not about to have a baby, but instead, in brief, double your pleasure double your fun, it may be a relief, so with no further ado, not keeping mum nor holding you on needles and pins, with two for the price of one, Madame, you are expecting...

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Weekend's sweet reprieve unfolds in Lagos's vibrant streets, alive with rhythm and laughter, I stroll down alleys, searching for a place to rest my weary soul A lounge beckons, warm and bright pepper soup's spicy aroma wafts I sit, and soft drinks soothe my throat three ladies join me, their smiles bright dancing queens, they throw me off scale their laughter infectious, joyful Music's melodic whispers...

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In the depths of pleasure, it is said that only in that moment of supreme ecstasy does the mind become completely empty, thoughts evaporate like morning mist before the sun, and the soul floats in an abyss of silence, a moment where you are suspended between worlds, a brief pause on the path of unfathomable eternity, a second...

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Is this shared imagination? Thoughts of you, temptation, Love is our human condition, Smiles or hell, fun or perdition, Cupid fired--such precision, Romance is not a decision, Stay in love, enduring charms, Dreaming bliss in your arms, Trust the magic, my advice, Loving you, don't think twice, Bless all our pleasure, Today we shall always treasure!...

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Black flame Sweet poison fumes Etched deep with warnings clear— Yet Dad and Mum still kiss its g h o s t, A stream of pleasure shaped as cancer sticks. Death l i n g e r s in the smoky shade, Disguised as friendly g h o s t s, W h i s p e r i n...

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EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun whispering wondrous worldly wishes across abiding angelic appled air spun elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue with mystics maypoling as kittens mew a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true...

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I appreciate the scenic beauty By walking distance near at home I realized there are few shady Beautiful places the town offers Such beauty gives aesthetic glee I have walk the house courtyard Dream the thick green lush forest From where I stand get my true joy....

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old gold chocolate egg unwrapped from foil melts in mouth provokes pure bliss...

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The beauty of the rain when those crystal drops fall on us, is what this poem is all about. The droplets fall on me now, As pure as a plain crystal- Even I do not know how, They fall on my body, I wish I was called worthy of it-By somebody. I feel glad and blessed, When those crystals on my...

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Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds, But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow. In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song. Humming the back-story concoction of memories Translucent and phosphorescent. Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance, A wake, lingering long, along into the night On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer....

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