Popular Culture Poems
#PopCulture
Poems about popular culture, exploring the dominant cultural activities and commercial products in a society at a given point in time. Pop culture poems scrutinize the taste and lifestyle of the masses, reflecting on what's cool at a particular time. Poetry which talks about popular brands and products relating to culture, including music, art, fashion, dance, film, TV and Internet.
I Say Yes........
#erotic
#PopCulture
#sensual
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Pagan Coloures (by Musically Mr M and Monovox128)
#PopCulture
#pagan
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
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Fire and Water...........
#love
#erotic
#sensual
#passion
#PopCulture
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faerie, as far as one can glean
in the undergrowth, beneath the
trees, mythical to some,
unimaginable to others, who state
“it remains to be seen ..”
trees, mythical to some,
unimaginable to others, who state
“it remains to be seen ..”
#mythology
#PopCulture
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TAKE A BOW
It truly, honestly amazes me
how great you are in bed
your pussy eating technique
equals how well I'll give head
**
You can eat my pussy
for what seems like forever
to have a partner like you
any lover would truly treasure
**
you always take your time
and you know what you're doing
another rendezvous with you
I will definitely be pursuing
**
You give my whole body quivers
as you do your sweet thing
so much pleasure, so many shivers
your lips and tongue does bring
**
If I did...
how great you are in bed
your pussy eating technique
equals how well I'll give head
**
You can eat my pussy
for what seems like forever
to have a partner like you
any lover would truly treasure
**
you always take your time
and you know what you're doing
another rendezvous with you
I will definitely be pursuing
**
You give my whole body quivers
as you do your sweet thing
so much pleasure, so many shivers
your lips and tongue does bring
**
If I did...
#sex
#lover
#passion
#orgasm
#PopCulture
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TREASURE
All it takes is knowing that you are near
to feel your warmth and also I can hear
it's impossible not to respond to you
for it's hard-wired through and through
A single word from you is all I truly need
and I melt all over again. I am freed
soaking wet, I buck and beg for release
the chance to fly and restaurants eased
But you make me work to win my prize
as tension building and passions rise
until the climax is coming on so strong
I writhe, I ride, I drift and I float along
The waves that may lead to sated sleep ...
to feel your warmth and also I can hear
it's impossible not to respond to you
for it's hard-wired through and through
A single word from you is all I truly need
and I melt all over again. I am freed
soaking wet, I buck and beg for release
the chance to fly and restaurants eased
But you make me work to win my prize
as tension building and passions rise
until the climax is coming on so strong
I writhe, I ride, I drift and I float along
The waves that may lead to sated sleep ...
#lover
#temptation
#passion
#seductive
#PopCulture
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fear of stairs
my wife insists upon installing a rail
on the wall opposite the banisters, afraid I might fall down the stairs
if I can’t hold on with both hands gently around her waist I tell her aren’t we a nice pair of old pensioners
on the wall opposite the banisters, afraid I might fall down the stairs
if I can’t hold on with both hands gently around her waist I tell her aren’t we a nice pair of old pensioners
#FallingInLove
#PopCulture
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no one’s perfect
I love twelfth night, although I think
the treatment of malvolio is appalling
I love a midsummer nights dream although I think the depiction of the mechanicals is demeaning
I love shakeare, but not all of him
the treatment of malvolio is appalling
I love a midsummer nights dream although I think the depiction of the mechanicals is demeaning
I love shakeare, but not all of him
#WilliamShakespeare
#PopCulture
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UNLESS and UNTIL
I have again awaken alone
within my cold, lonely bedsheets
where only one side is disturbed
and only by my sexless sleep
I long for you to not only wrinkle
my sheets, but to leave my bed
and me sweaty and a hot tangled
mess
I want to awaken blissfully sore,
sleepy and satisfied with echoes
of ecstasy lingering in my bed and
on my body, within me
I wish to be your first good morning and your last good
night and every good dream
inbetween
But yet, I awaken alone again
Until, you want...
within my cold, lonely bedsheets
where only one side is disturbed
and only by my sexless sleep
I long for you to not only wrinkle
my sheets, but to leave my bed
and me sweaty and a hot tangled
mess
I want to awaken blissfully sore,
sleepy and satisfied with echoes
of ecstasy lingering in my bed and
on my body, within me
I wish to be your first good morning and your last good
night and every good dream
inbetween
But yet, I awaken alone again
Until, you want...
#sex
#lover
#passion
#PopCulture
#oppression
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Zhivago’s Sidepiece
To hold in trembling hands
His vein of life, blue ice
Cold eyes like radio transmitters
Through space and time and mind
Salvation isn’t cheap
It has a price
Would to become like Prometheus
Jerking his adamantine chains
Free of that stony precipice
The Earth then shuddering
Beneath his iron feet
Pandora was never her name
Nor purity the game
But truth in a lie
Blue eyes hide nothing
Mercy Divine
Ah Pasternak, I feel you brother
His vein of life, blue ice
Cold eyes like radio transmitters
Through space and time and mind
Salvation isn’t cheap
It has a price
Would to become like Prometheus
Jerking his adamantine chains
Free of that stony precipice
The Earth then shuddering
Beneath his iron feet
Pandora was never her name
Nor purity the game
But truth in a lie
Blue eyes hide nothing
Mercy Divine
Ah Pasternak, I feel you brother
#love
#PopCulture
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buried treasures
there are things in museums that
you’ll never get to see, probably kept in basements, certainly in the dark, hidden away by the ancients, allegedly
you’ll never get to see, probably kept in basements, certainly in the dark, hidden away by the ancients, allegedly
#historical
#PopCulture
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REMEMBER ME??!
Oh, do you remember anything of our very first night?
When you held me close in your arms ever so tight?
The moon was shinning through the window so bright
Everything felt so wonderfully perfect and so right
I still can remember your lucious fresh scent
And oh how I also do miss you and your assent
Can not forget the day in which you went
It hurt me so deeply, was that your true intent?
If you knew beforehand and could actually foresee
Did you have any intentions of ever remembering me?
When you held me close in your arms ever so tight?
The moon was shinning through the window so bright
Everything felt so wonderfully perfect and so right
I still can remember your lucious fresh scent
And oh how I also do miss you and your assent
Can not forget the day in which you went
It hurt me so deeply, was that your true intent?
If you knew beforehand and could actually foresee
Did you have any intentions of ever remembering me?
#love
#heartbroken
#bittersweet #PopCulture
#bittersweet #PopCulture
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