Popular Poems About Women
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Bourbon and Trouble Redux
Don't know nothing about religion
Politics stay away from me
I know about hard work
Women and bourbon
That's enough trouble for any man
Politics stay away from me
I know about hard work
Women and bourbon
That's enough trouble for any man
#alcohol
#job
#religion #women
#religion #women
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Observing from the Treetops
She said I was “so quiet”.
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
I smiled and thought
that’s because I have little to say
about comings and goings I can’t track,
drama and gossip I never understand,
faceless names I’ll forget tomorrow.
Your words buzz around my head like gnats
and I am not a part of all that.
It’s not that I don’t try to speak.
My commentary is simply
the wrong shape
to penetrate their ear holes
Words tumble from tongue to floor
getting nothing but blank glances
as if I farted or confessed an unsavory sin
or made random...
#aliens
#confusion
#misunderstood
#trees
#women
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Singing in the Rain of Tears
Miranda
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
#art
#happiness
#music
#spiritual
#women
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Ave Donna Cicciolina
Beneath the gaze of falcon’s flight
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
#art
#PopCulture
#porn
#sex
#women
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4 Comments
Burning This Shit Down Together
She have had four kids, ten piercings and major tattoo work
But refuse to do anal, because she says the shit hurt,
“Even the tooth fairy checking children’s pillows when they sleep
Why don’t the motherfucka go to a graveyard and dig up dead people teeth,
“Bitches think sympathy is the same as accountability
Then shed a tear for me when I’m doggystyle deep in the pussy,
“Let that animalistic attitude come out when howling at the moon
Because everyday life will be fucking her and is not cuming no time soon,
“Some women...
But refuse to do anal, because she says the shit hurt,
“Even the tooth fairy checking children’s pillows when they sleep
Why don’t the motherfucka go to a graveyard and dig up dead people teeth,
“Bitches think sympathy is the same as accountability
Then shed a tear for me when I’m doggystyle deep in the pussy,
“Let that animalistic attitude come out when howling at the moon
Because everyday life will be fucking her and is not cuming no time soon,
“Some women...
#men
#relationships
#women
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4 Comments
Ancient Dreams
Ancient Dreams
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
roses of Ethiopia
blossoming in her cheeks
like ancient Abyssinian gardens
hanging from trellises of moonlight
in the thousand-year night
whose perennial stars
twinkle on the petals of her eyes
where Egyptian mascara
dark as the sheen
of Anubis prowling the midnight hours
on a hunt for lover’s pearls
iridescent as tears from the eye of Ra
that flood the Nile
to silt the fields with fertile dreams
of wheat from heaven
traded with Eritrea
for highland coffee beans
under the warm...
#Africa
#historical
#mythology #women
#mythology #women
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Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Midnight Blues in New Orleans
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
Degas in his studio
Paints the NOLA cotton exchange
While sad clouds drift
Like floating islands of Bible belt dreams
High on the calluses of blues guitarists
Wailing like the ghosts of Hades
That haunt Claiborne Avenue
Like a hobo with his stove pipe hat
With a bottle of Port to welcome his ship
When he rises from his entombed dreams
Where Jelly Roll Morton was heard
Playing on the victrola
When the scent of whisky poured
From windows to the midnight voodoo
Of a...
#city
#homelessness
#music
#night
#women
50 reads
2 Comments
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