Cool Poems - DU Poetry
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Cool poems, a collection of poetry about what's cool in popular culture. Read cool poems on a variety of subjects. Share cool poems and spoken word poetry.
RareBlueRose89
Cool Water
Cool Water
It’s like I thirst for his loving and it won’t be quenched
Until I inhale a whiff of his inviting scent
His eyes like a lullaby they talk me to sleep
Not verbally but with every time he blinks
His voice smooth, strong, commanding attention
His words flow like the river and every time he mentions my name
I love it more when it comes from his lips
He has the power to shift my heart beat with a kiss
His smile awakens me like the sunrise
The way his mouth curves up when he’s happy it makes me go wild
Like a child,...
It’s like I thirst for his loving and it won’t be quenched
Until I inhale a whiff of his inviting scent
His eyes like a lullaby they talk me to sleep
Not verbally but with every time he blinks
His voice smooth, strong, commanding attention
His words flow like the river and every time he mentions my name
I love it more when it comes from his lips
He has the power to shift my heart beat with a kiss
His smile awakens me like the sunrise
The way his mouth curves up when he’s happy it makes me go wild
Like a child,...
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2 Comments
HJSHREEVE
I'm a cool, cool cat.
I, am a codeine dream,
A school girl sex gallery,
Man and beast entwined.
I am a finger short of a hand,
The madness of your painted lines,
A vegetarian at a steakhouse.
The dope fiend of pleasantville
A worm in your bowel,
Sometimes the soft centre of your cookie.
I am the unread text message,
I am what I am
The bi sexual orgies,
The images you protect,
The monster under your bed.
I am cheap Chinese furniture
Your deepest darkest hour
I am a product of poor environment
The product...
A school girl sex gallery,
Man and beast entwined.
I am a finger short of a hand,
The madness of your painted lines,
A vegetarian at a steakhouse.
The dope fiend of pleasantville
A worm in your bowel,
Sometimes the soft centre of your cookie.
I am the unread text message,
I am what I am
The bi sexual orgies,
The images you protect,
The monster under your bed.
I am cheap Chinese furniture
Your deepest darkest hour
I am a product of poor environment
The product...
1294 reads
0 Comments
PoetSpeak
a cool breeze by the window
cajole
flatter
fill the void
of your emptiness
favorite song on the radio
a cool breeze by the window
the first glow of libation
a scent of yesterday's cologne
vibe, sensation, city life
wearing black till the brink
your deacon of passion
bringing it all back home
for you ....
flatter
fill the void
of your emptiness
favorite song on the radio
a cool breeze by the window
the first glow of libation
a scent of yesterday's cologne
vibe, sensation, city life
wearing black till the brink
your deacon of passion
bringing it all back home
for you ....
682 reads
6 Comments
KittyFromHell
Forbidden Fruit
She's my forbidden fruit
Growing sweet from the tree of sin
Her beauty bright
And her scent intoxicating
Pulling me closer in
She is cool and refreshing
Dripping like cool dew in the morning
I am her sun
And her bad fallen angel
Her innocence slowly dying
She is untainted and enticing
Her kisses hot like fresh cookies
Her tongue explores
Where it's never dared to be
Taste sweet like bee honeys
Growing sweet from the tree of sin
Her beauty bright
And her scent intoxicating
Pulling me closer in
She is cool and refreshing
Dripping like cool dew in the morning
I am her sun
And her bad fallen angel
Her innocence slowly dying
She is untainted and enticing
Her kisses hot like fresh cookies
Her tongue explores
Where it's never dared to be
Taste sweet like bee honeys
1353 reads
3 Comments
rainbow_sunshine
Wendy
Wendy
The last cigarette in the pack
Would you like to share
my last cigarette?
It's always been
my favorite one.
The flame eagerly licking
it's bottom
gets us going,
and as the invasion of my lungs
begins
I take is slow.
Utterly indulging
this ten minute break
from the world,
I choose to use it
to take a minute or two
off my life
in exhange for the feeling
of sublime satisfaction-
the last
long cool drag
from the last cigarette
in the pack.
my last cigarette?
It's always been
my favorite one.
The flame eagerly licking
it's bottom
gets us going,
and as the invasion of my lungs
begins
I take is slow.
Utterly indulging
this ten minute break
from the world,
I choose to use it
to take a minute or two
off my life
in exhange for the feeling
of sublime satisfaction-
the last
long cool drag
from the last cigarette
in the pack.
2132 reads
4 Comments
GoodOlBoy
The Cool Night Air
The firelight glows in its mystical manner
As the moon follows her graceful track
Silhouettes dance with the shadows
Symphonies play in the black
The cool night air leads our thoughts
The spell of darkness is cast
Bodies ignite from within
Our Lust fueling the fiery blast
Skin, Shining
Eyes, Scintillating
Hair, Shimmering
Lips, Shivering
Bodies, Surging
Forms clash at the witching hour
Unable to restrain the desire
Grinding flesh into flesh
Our lascivious souls set on fire
Undulating waves of pleasure...
As the moon follows her graceful track
Silhouettes dance with the shadows
Symphonies play in the black
The cool night air leads our thoughts
The spell of darkness is cast
Bodies ignite from within
Our Lust fueling the fiery blast
Skin, Shining
Eyes, Scintillating
Hair, Shimmering
Lips, Shivering
Bodies, Surging
Forms clash at the witching hour
Unable to restrain the desire
Grinding flesh into flesh
Our lascivious souls set on fire
Undulating waves of pleasure...
941 reads
4 Comments
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