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A welcome site to share original works of poetry. Feel free to use any form of poetry that best expresses your intent. Poetry of passion or erotica is welcome if you feel a need to share but remember that there are limits. Remember passions are not of just the body. Please no angst. If you have found poetry that you feel would touch the groups intent please share, just be sure to credit the poet.
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posted by Oisin
The Journey, the Destination, the Lesson
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I do not tell my fingers what to do.
I watch in fascination as they skate
Along the surface of her satin flesh,
In whorl, loop-the-loop, and trace of ridge.
They send me songs of nerve-spark ful...
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posted by claybo
Happy Birthday
Happy Birthday Joanielind,
I hope you have had a wonderful birthday!!!!!!!!
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posted by Oisin
ISOLATION
Isolation.
Touching, seeing, feeling, saying
nothing.
From the snow-covered mountain-top,
the half-forgotten words of a half-remembered song
are sung discordantly into the cold wind.
Lyrics return,...
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posted by JaneCrichton
massage this
oil to the muscle
thumbs to the tightness
ply for the rightness
a bedsession needs
fun in the tussle
kissing goodnightness
sex with politeness
sows all kinds of seeds
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posted by claybo
he said and she said
when they met
he said
you look very young for your age
and she said
thank you
a year later
he said
i don't like dating older women
and she said
it's a good thing I'm a decade younger
laughing
h...
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posted by AintNoNinny
Hunger
When darkness falls early
and warmth drains out of the air
like blood from a severed limb
and the cold knifes
between my ribs,
this is the time I most hunger
for the warmth of another
who can s...
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posted by joanielind
'Want of a woman`
Locked away, written, hidden -
among the poems that lay
at the bottom of jasmines mother
hedging box, -hedonistic callings
break----
soft warm earth, moist and exposed-
speaks upon quiescent me...
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posted by ginadele
"Kids are Baby Goats"
Kids are Baby Goats
“Kids are baby goats” they said.
Those teachers ever virgin
and reviled.
Who made us sit up straight
not chew gum
be quiet,
were fond of saying.
“Kid” to denote a human chil...
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posted by DavidAquarius21
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