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kmmuldro

Piss Poor Prior Planning ( A Cumnundrum)
First he got into her mind
Then he got into her body 
he planted a seed in her head 
then he planted seed in her womb

Multiple orgasms and multiple outcums he was circumcised but unsheathed but that was just the tip of the iceberg she was just mesmerized by the tip of his dick

After having animalistic sex she reached in her purse for the Plan B
She was confident she covered all the bases after all they made it past third base his dick had hit a home run 

But the problem was his dick...
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Martyn Hesford

Names Can Hurt You
names can hurt you. 



from bell to bell
from corridor to corridor
the halls of fear
you crept

you crept away 

from their laughter

their pushes

the pulling of
your fairy boy
wings

and turning 
you into a joke
with no punchline

you were made
into a grotesque parody
of what they
called 

a QUEER. 

even a teacher 
joined in 

“give us a kiss.“

the older boys
the action men

touching your zip
and saying

“has he got one down here”


and 
every ev...
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Martyn Hesford

Names Can Hurt You
names can hurt you. 



from bell to bell
from corridor to corridor
the halls of fear
you crept

you crept away 

from their laughter

their pushes

the pulling of
your fairy boy
wings

and turning 
you into a joke
with no punchline

you were made
into a grotesque parody
of what they
called 

a QUEER. 

even a teacher 
joined in 

“give us a kiss.“

the older boys
the action men

touching your zip
and saying

“has he got one down here”


and 
every ev...
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Martyn Hesford

LILAC WHITE
Comments for Martyn Hesford’s recent number 1 poetry book Lilac White

“They shimmer” Melvyn Bragg

“I found them beautifully imagined... hugely rewarding” Sir Derek Jacobi

“They are marvellous poems” Gyles Brandreth

“You enter his world and are held by his spell” Adrian Noble (former Artistic Director, Chief Executive, Royal Shakespeare Company)

Martyn Hesford is a BAFTA-nominated screenplay writer, theatre playwright, artist and poet.


Uk
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08Y3NBSND/

USA...
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Blueyes.85

Life
EARTH IS THE ARENA.
LIFE IS THE GAME.
WE ARE THE PLAYERS.
THE UNIVERSE IS THE CROWD.
AND GOOD OR EVIL IS OUR COACH.

LIFE IS THE POTTER'S WHEEL. 
WE ARE THE CLAY.
WHO AND WHAT INFLUENCES US
IS OUR POTTER.
THE POTTER'S CREATION
IS OUR CHARACTER.
AND THE KILN OF AFFLICTION
AND ADVERSITY IS HOW WE'RE TESTED.

REACH FOR NOBLE HEIGHTS,
LIVE FOR SELFLESS ENDS,
GIVE THANKS FOR EVERY BLESSING,
RISE TO ANY TEST OR CHALLENGE, BEFRIEND ACCEPTANCE
AND CONTENTMENT,
AND WEEP AND PRAY
FOR...
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Zigau

YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME
The Feeling posses an odd
    impetus which tump over
      the heart, it pleases
        the heart When
         Crepuscule near
  For I know in your arms
    I near.

  My heart might be so fear
   For someday you might dare
  To leave me so I fear.

  Seraphic you be bemuse
    I be, sanctify the heart
     Your love works.
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Zigau

ALONENESS
Over the moon I am for
The moon shine the stars
                       bright,
The weather sing whispery
The wind blowing, lied on the
                       bed.

Jejune to depart the beauteous               Tristesse For the heart is
             solitude as the body.

Insipid to the tongue is all that
Passed the libs, Itchy is the
              fabric passed the neck.

Sanctuary is the heart
keenness for sorrowful exhaust
         it cohabitation punish it.
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Blueyes.85

Adam’s Rib
FIRST THIS IS AN EROTICA POEM SO IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE READING IT THEN PASS IT BY.  😉 

SECOND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT OR OFFENDED TUFF I DID THIS FOR FUN 

Adam’s Rib

Divine Man as he sits alone
A King without a Queen to sit on the throne
The gift to man, God’s spiritual song
Sleep Adam, you shall see
A woman to have to come unto thee
Rib now gone
Two kindred souls within paradise as they roamed

Such a beautiful earthly connection
Adam instilling his knowledge, his hopes, his...
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FreeGift

2 POETS IN LOVE
I am not a good lifetime liar
But i can tell the truth if you want

I am not a so good composer
But i will compose our memories in a smile and send it to you

Never will we run our races alone
Because half bread is not better than none in our case

Haven't I kissed you before and you only smiled
Was I supposed to run away when I felt our lips should meet and tell how we feel in our hearts?

The password you have created to weaken my feet is when you say, "i love you"
Snaps made us c...
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FreeGift

BABE
Don't tell the world that it's me
Don't tell the world that your lover is me

Hold me from behind and whisper something cool to me
Run me into the walking water; it's called fun with the real bosses

Oh yeah...
When we quarrel, just let me break bottles in your face
Give me the joy to cry before you
'Cause that's okay for me

Give me the cause to go weeks without talking to you
I want to wrap my nerves around the reason we can never break up
And when you get my sms, come to me with...
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Bridget

Smoke
It's unclear to see
You make believe
With cigarette butts hanging off your tongue

You pass it to me
It's unclear to see
What lies between the ivory cloud between us

My fingers are burning
Your heart is hurting
Will we ever get past thee I'm sorry's?

You flick your wrist
It seems like bliss
The way the ashes fall
Without a glance

At what's between
Itself and me
It's like we never had a chance

It's burning red
Time's almost out
But
The breathes come in and out
In and...
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bahri hela

Fake world
Same words,
Same decisions
So sorry about reasons
Same cords,  
Same prisons
Blame for all the seasons
***
Season of poetry
Lacks honesty 
Needs hymns's density
***
Season of love
Smell of clove
Lacks zest of beloved
***
Season of proud
No sound
For success in the ground
***
Season of mate
Hypocrisy, and hate
Jealousy they create
Drags them to their fate
***
Season of work
Gossip spark
Need and Lack 
Nest of dark
Rights eaten by big Shark
***
Why the blame?
Why thi...
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bahri hela

Big Head
Mind full of thought
Heavy burden brought
Carries all what he taught

Rights and Duties
Deeds, and fees
Problems increase
Nothing cease

Big head full of questions
Smart mind, has reactions
World filled by contemplations

Look far from your eyes
Don't use lies
Lies and doubts paralyse
Human head grow in size

Keep your doubt away
Try just to think and say
In this world we have to play
don't give up, keep straight your way

Everything drawn in the head
Big head, but full o...
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Annette Tarpley

THE PEN DRIES
Poet
I Wrote 
You didn’t read
Then I recited it
But you did not listen

Words falling to deaf ears
Why do I bother
Sharing my work
If it’s 
Unread

Forgotten 
Amongst others
They receive accolades 
My words go unnoticed 
Buried in pages of silence

Words meant to be read
The passion now wanes
The pen dries
The paper
Blank

Annette (Wengert) Tarpley 
6/16/2022
To all those poets…
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romans623

Value
We don't value the most precious entity on this earth until they are gone that is the individual person. It's not until we lose someone, we realize the material treasures that we value are not valuable at all. We would allow all of our "valuables" to be taken away from us if we were able to spend more time with our brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, mothers, fathers, friends who were taken from us by sickness, stroke, cancer, D.U.I.s, street violence, drugs and death.  We would give all...
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Blueyes.85

I AM
I Am
The intellectual woman to the wise man
The music behind the muse
The echoing melody tunes to use
Can’t find your way, I have a flashlight for you to use

I Am
The umbrella to your rain
The protective Band-Aid when you’re in pain
The muscle relaxer to your strain
The Endorphin Queen to the cerebral cortex of your brain

I Am
The sunscreen to your tan
The hand to extend
The back for you to dip, as your knees bend
The sunrise to your sunset
Erotic Intentions for me to let
Mmm...
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davidwright1973@mail.com

I can only say the words, it’s up to you to listen!
Poem# 2,689 I can only say the words, it’s up to you to listen!

To have questions is human, but to seek the answers until they’re  found, extends the reach of the mortal man and transcends him to that inner circle, known as diligent scribe. For of the Love of wisdom, have I been shown the way, some study enacted but other knowledge of the elders, have I been tracked down bye, for what was through tooth and nail sought. And to that end, that  end of seeking to earnestly know, I now share my fi...
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Blueyes.85

For The Love Of Money
The lure of Money
The sweetest of such compared to the taste of having Honey
The syrupiest reward given or ever received  
Some have sold their soul for the price to be relieved  
In the end untimely deceived  
Most say it’s the root of all evil  
It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle  
Than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God  
That concept is much harder to digest than sparing the rod and spoiling the child  
  
But wait, you cannot get any goods without c...
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Blueyes.85

The Chronicles Of Being Sapiosexual
● AUTHOR'S NOTE 
I am doing some research on something totally unrelated, and I came upon the characteristic of someone who identifies themselves as being Sapiosexual. This is the second time I have heard of this word, so I thought I would explore its depth. No, this is not me, or my type of creed I base my standards upon, but for the poem to make any sense at all, I had to unfortunately place myself in a Sapiosexual person’s shoes  ●

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If you speak to me gently with words I l...
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Blueyes.85

Sexual Assault
Seduction is often difficult to distinguish from rape. In seduction, the rapist often bothers to buy a bottle of wine.
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Sexual Assault
A shameful occurrence no matter how hard a woman fought
I loathe a man, the word, NO, has never been academically taught
The mental and physical scars alone
It’s enough to send chills through my bones
The court system stigmatizes not once, but twice
It never seems to matter if the victim is bad or nice
Defense’s castrated and marginalized ve...
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