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.
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
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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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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 ....
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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...
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naijapoeteket
Night Party
We thought we would enjoy ourselves
Round the clock from twelve to twelve
In May, a few days to June
We were drawn out by the tune.
Democracy, cool dance, so cool
So we were taught in school.
All would become part of the dance.
That on deck, will be all hands.
And so here we are since may
Like children, waiting to play
Under the glare of the full moon
To rehearse the dance in June.
Our tongue laden with songs to sing
We would dance the night away
And forever forget our years of pain.
Now here we are, pregnant with thoughts....
Round the clock from twelve to twelve
In May, a few days to June
We were drawn out by the tune.
Democracy, cool dance, so cool
So we were taught in school.
All would become part of the dance.
That on deck, will be all hands.
And so here we are since may
Like children, waiting to play
Under the glare of the full moon
To rehearse the dance in June.
Our tongue laden with songs to sing
We would dance the night away
And forever forget our years of pain.
Now here we are, pregnant with thoughts....
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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.
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4 Comments
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