Poems About Secrets Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about secrets published by members recently online.
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
771 reads
5 Comments
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
771 reads
5 Comments
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
771 reads
5 Comments
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
771 reads
5 Comments
Night of the Banshee
Night of the Banshee
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
Apples blush red with touches of green like love in its callow youth too young for Hades yet plagued by Stygian hearts. Rowena’s thighs are muscle-bound from hard labor.
John and Rowena take up serfdom to harvest apples for a feudal lord. Their vassalage collects them pounds and pence for the season when crops are lean.
The apples are made luminous by dew drops. Ro says, “Here let me feed you some.” With her hand stretched out in friendship he bites into the flesh of her offering. A smile illuminates her face as he...
#secrets
#lies
#mythology
#curse
#WilliamShakespeare
771 reads
5 Comments
loose ends
What secrets do you keep in the shadows of your mind?
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
#dreams
#emotional
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#secrets
88 reads
6 Comments
loose ends
What secrets do you keep in the shadows of your mind?
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
#dreams
#emotional
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#secrets
88 reads
6 Comments
loose ends
What secrets do you keep in the shadows of your mind?
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
#dreams
#emotional
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#secrets
88 reads
6 Comments
loose ends
What secrets do you keep in the shadows of your mind?
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
#dreams
#emotional
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#secrets
88 reads
6 Comments
loose ends
What secrets do you keep in the shadows of your mind?
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
What dreams do you chase when no one else can find?
Who was the first to break your heart, to make you cry?
What memories remain like echoes from a distant sky?
Do you have a place where you retreat to be alone?
What thoughts run through your head at home?
Have you ever whispered truths into the night air?
What fears do you hide, pretending they don't exist?
When you smile, is it genuine or is it a mask you wear?
What scars do you carry, sensitive and naked?
Who do...
#dreams
#emotional
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#secrets
88 reads
6 Comments
Ashes
You’ll find my ashes suffocated there,
under the rug, where you swept
everything, leaving dusty truths
hidden beneath.
I’ll always sense those ashes, lingering
in the darkness, lost in hallucinations,
while you dismiss yourself,
indifferent to the mess I'm left to clean.
under the rug, where you swept
everything, leaving dusty truths
hidden beneath.
I’ll always sense those ashes, lingering
in the darkness, lost in hallucinations,
while you dismiss yourself,
indifferent to the mess I'm left to clean.
#grief
#secrets
108 reads
4 Comments
Ashes
You’ll find my ashes suffocated there,
under the rug, where you swept
everything, leaving dusty truths
hidden beneath.
I’ll always sense those ashes, lingering
in the darkness, lost in hallucinations,
while you dismiss yourself,
indifferent to the mess I'm left to clean.
under the rug, where you swept
everything, leaving dusty truths
hidden beneath.
I’ll always sense those ashes, lingering
in the darkness, lost in hallucinations,
while you dismiss yourself,
indifferent to the mess I'm left to clean.
#grief
#secrets
108 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Secrets Published by Members Recently Online