Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Jul 2023 2:17pm
8th Jul 2023 2:17pm
On The Day After The New Year's Eve Party
Arleen
was discovered
sitting at some cafe
in January drinking a cup
of coffee and nursing a hangover.
was discovered
sitting at some cafe
in January drinking a cup
of coffee and nursing a hangover.
#regret
#holiday
#alcohol
#fiction
#NewYear
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
5th Jul 2023 6:53am
5th Jul 2023 6:53am
RIMINI
At Rimini
in Italy
we'd holiday
beside the bay.
Your bikini
I loved to see
your body wear
when in the square.
We loved the sun,
it gave us fun
upon the sands,
hands holding hands.
You used to scream
when the ice cream
man came to sell,
ringing his bell.
Such memories
fill heart with bliss.
What times we'd share;
now, you're not there.
Like king lost throne
I walk alone,
while younger pairs
hold hands in squares.
Their happiness,
so...
in Italy
we'd holiday
beside the bay.
Your bikini
I loved to see
your body wear
when in the square.
We loved the sun,
it gave us fun
upon the sands,
hands holding hands.
You used to scream
when the ice cream
man came to sell,
ringing his bell.
Such memories
fill heart with bliss.
What times we'd share;
now, you're not there.
Like king lost throne
I walk alone,
while younger pairs
hold hands in squares.
Their happiness,
so...
#love
#summer
#holiday
#rhyming
#travel
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Solomon_Song
Poem Published
28th Jun 2023 7:00pm
28th Jun 2023 7:00pm
TEENY BIKINI
Her teeny bikini
left much to be seen-ie,
male imagination
had not much to dwell on!
left much to be seen-ie,
male imagination
had not much to dwell on!
#beach
#summer
#holiday
#rhyming
#funny
279 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
3rd May 2023 9:41pm
ballad of ocho rios
Though the road’s been rocky, it sure feels good to me.”—Bob Marley
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
i.
the elegant bus,
complete with its driver,
will take all of us
to where the big river
comes down to the sea
through the twists and turns of walkerswood.
ii.
we pass grazing cows
and pigs running after
an old mother sow,
whose grunts are like laughter;
...
#countryside
#river
#beach
#nature
#holiday
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2 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
10th Apr 2023 1:54am
10th Apr 2023 1:54am
A Happy Holiday From The Easter Beagle
I want to wish all
of you a Happy
Holiday from the
Easter Beagle... I
truly mean Bunny.
of you a Happy
Holiday from the
Easter Beagle... I
truly mean Bunny.
#animals
#Easter
#holiday
#dialogue
#nonfiction
244 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
20th Mar 2023 7:08pm
20th Mar 2023 7:08pm
WEEKEND WITH KITTY
#erotic
#holiday
#rhyming #sensual
#rhyming #sensual
280 reads
4 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 9:00pm
8th Mar 2023 9:00pm
The Magic of a Woman...
The magic of lines,
Cascade in the rays of the sun
Beckons to be touched by the hand,
Flowing, alive.
Slim, graceful wrists,
Temptation that promises happiness.
Nature is a delicately feeling artist,
And the assessment of passers-by is not needed.
The golden ratio is the flow of lines...
Where necessary - wide, where necessary - narrow,
Where necessary - a hollow, where necessary - tears the blouse.
Part of the universal puzzle - Woman,
It seems so difficult to solve at times, so simple at others..
It's for a man,
What am I...
Cascade in the rays of the sun
Beckons to be touched by the hand,
Flowing, alive.
Slim, graceful wrists,
Temptation that promises happiness.
Nature is a delicately feeling artist,
And the assessment of passers-by is not needed.
The golden ratio is the flow of lines...
Where necessary - wide, where necessary - narrow,
Where necessary - a hollow, where necessary - tears the blouse.
Part of the universal puzzle - Woman,
It seems so difficult to solve at times, so simple at others..
It's for a man,
What am I...
#love
#women
#inspirational
#holiday
#passion
1039 reads
50 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2023 3:02am
23rd Feb 2023 3:02am
He's Not Allowed To Do Stuff Like That
When
he got
to a friend's
house for the Saint
Patrick's Day party,
he saw a hot blonde chick
and felt like he wanted to
get it on with her but he's not
allowed to do stuff like that because
he happens to be a new ordained priest.
he got
to a friend's
house for the Saint
Patrick's Day party,
he saw a hot blonde chick
and felt like he wanted to
get it on with her but he's not
allowed to do stuff like that because
he happens to be a new ordained priest.
#friendship
#corruption
#home
#holiday
#fiction
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Sybil_StarWitch
Poem Published
11th Jan 2023 3:12am
11th Jan 2023 3:12am
Wounds of a Clown
What will my life be if I look back on when?
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too...
On Christmas some people dress like Santa,
Some people dress like elves or other things.
They do it to entertain their happy children,
My mother used to call me her little Anna...
To share the joy that the holidays can bring.
When I went out east, I dressed like a clown,
To entertain a girl who is really just a child.
I am friends with her mother, I like that town,
And my personality is silly and mostly wild.
It was a fun time, they made me feel welcome,
The holidays when by for me way too...
#sadness
#Christmas
#holiday
#misunderstood
#healing
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CrazyPrincess_Chlo
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 3:13am
8th Jan 2023 3:13am
The Happiest Smile
I greet the new year with the happiest smile!
Because with Kara at my side, I am content.
Each moment we share, each day, each night...
Makes me the happiest little girl in the world.
I greet the new year with my very own style!
Singing, dancing, so all my joy is given vent.
The is the first new year that feels fully right...
It is more precious than diamonds, or pearls.
Because I greet this new year as Kara's wife!
With him as my husband I know only delight,
I will be at his side forever, in our happy life.
This is my dream come true...
Because with Kara at my side, I am content.
Each moment we share, each day, each night...
Makes me the happiest little girl in the world.
I greet the new year with my very own style!
Singing, dancing, so all my joy is given vent.
The is the first new year that feels fully right...
It is more precious than diamonds, or pearls.
Because I greet this new year as Kara's wife!
With him as my husband I know only delight,
I will be at his side forever, in our happy life.
This is my dream come true...
#happiness
#love
#marriage
#holiday
#passion
349 reads
4 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 11:23am
29th Dec 2022 11:23am
WRAPPING AROUND
#sex
#erotic
#holiday #rhyming
#holiday #rhyming
386 reads
5 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
19th Dec 2022 1:37am
19th Dec 2022 1:37am
Refinding Corfu
And when Somnus breathes little deaths upon the living,
when the night ripcurls with rain's unrest,
I will unweave the lessons of Summer
spent upon Demeter's dress,
I will take to walking streets in Kerkyra,
the boat out to blue caves at sea,
delight in dining by Foros,
recall and relearn how to breathe,
as I did in that bakery in old town,
as I began to find out how to speak,
when the hands only carried small drachma,
when plates were smashed in the street.
when the night ripcurls with rain's unrest,
I will unweave the lessons of Summer
spent upon Demeter's dress,
I will take to walking streets in Kerkyra,
the boat out to blue caves at sea,
delight in dining by Foros,
recall and relearn how to breathe,
as I did in that bakery in old town,
as I began to find out how to speak,
when the hands only carried small drachma,
when plates were smashed in the street.
#dreams
#holiday
#sleep #historical
#sleep #historical
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