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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

The wet dream about a bootylicious threesome.
I had a dream last weekend at my friend's home, and it was a wild wet dream, I dreamed that his neighbor pinned me in the bathtub the right way with my legs, and ass up, she was about to suck the shit outta my clit and then my friend interupted my sexy wild wet dream as my clit and pussy is tingling, and he climbs on top of me, puts that dope dick down for certain.
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
I am that bitch, I am never-ignorant-getting-goals-accomplished! No cap straight facts bond word my cats!
My precious little buddy cuba kitty is the cutest sweetest kitty there is. He never meows he's so strong, and silent such a good boy meow meow! He bawled this evening for an hour and a half because he was horny as hell, and felt the urge to fuck something laugh out loud!
By Angelina F. Thomas3 years ago in Poets
Ishmael
I shudder to go back to sleep For I have escaped once Would I be so lucky again? No, I will remain Cast away on my island of consciousness
By Brian Grady3 years ago in Poets
Baptized in the Eye of the Dragon Nebula
Don’t tell Mom and Dad I was baptized in the eye of the Dragon Nebula and drank the sacred interstellar wine. Afterward, I uttered heresies and the whole host of heaven
By Jason McBride3 years ago in Poets
12/20/22
There’s work to be done Later we can have fun Emotions and desires Stuffed down To the point of drowning In our own fear
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Who is Kiara?
Mistress of the fates Kiara stands tall, beauty Her nature is pure Roses, red and true Golden flecks in her eyes shine
By Mea Cho3 years ago in Poets
RESPECT
Found a way to vent my anger Can’t you see the way I write…. Stay away from all the danger That’s a wrong I know I’m right….
By Haychie_Artist3 years ago in Poets
Starry night
I TOLD THE STARS ABOUT YOU TODAY. I TOLD THEM ABOUT YOUR EYES, HOW IT HOLDS A MILLION OF THEIR OWN. I TOLD THEM THAT I WANT YOU TO STAY.
By Domenique Snyders 3 years ago in Poets
The stillness in Silence
Have you ever experienced the Silence in your house once everyone goes to Sleep? I am just in love with it. This Silence not only brings creativity with it but also a sense of calm and composure to me.
By Payal Motla3 years ago in Poets
Sisters are weird
A Sister is the last thing that I would have asked from God. But anyways now that I know that I don't have a choice, lets me tell you some facts about my Little younger sister,
By Payal Motla3 years ago in Poets
I am not ok
"I am not ok," Sometimes this sentence needs to be told. Its ok : To be not the one, who will always smile at strangers,
By Payal Motla3 years ago in Poets
Green
we thought green was lush But here it’s the background noise For the oceans blue
By Deborah Busch3 years ago in Poets