FabSwingers.com forum: The Poetry Corner

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

What it says on the tin... regardless of style and length, whether it rhymes or not - flash us your talent

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By *ce WingerMan
over a year ago

P.O. Box DE1 0NQ

Roses are red, violets are blue,

Get on all fours, and I'll fuck you

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By *iamondjoeMan
over a year ago

Glastonbury

A dashing young tiger named Jack

Grew up without stripes on his back

He tried with some paint

But the marks soon grew faint

So now he just wears and old mac

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By *huckzMan
over a year ago

spalding

Rhymes for a reason give me a reason to rhyme.......once selected for a meet ....I'll turn up on time. ....dressed to impress, for a night of style and passion. ....this aint the 1940s love ....no need for rations .......

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a young man from Bengal

Who went to a fancy dress ball,

He thought he would risk it, and went as a biscuit but a dog pissed on his foot

Hey not all poetry rhymes

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By *ilary and DonaldCouple
over a year ago

chingford

There was a young chaplain from Kings;

who talked about God and such things;

but his real desire;

was a boy in the choir;

with a bottom like jelly on springs.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I feel that every girl there lives a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go would run and dance in grassy fields untill the end of the world.

And then when that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it's always there peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting to dance again.

~ Atticus

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"I feel that every girl there lives a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go would run and dance in grassy fields untill the end of the world.

And then when that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it's always there peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting to dance again.

~ Atticus

Whoops sorry ....

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By *obwithkiltMan
over a year ago

Belton

It's about poetry you say

Does it have to rhyme at all?

The best they never do

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Roses R red

Nuts R brown

Skirts R up

Panties Go down

Skin 2 skin

When it's stiff

Stick it in....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I like your style,

I like your class,

But most of all,

I like your arse

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"I feel that every girl there lives a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go would run and dance in grassy fields untill the end of the world.

And then when that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it's always there peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting to dance again.

~ Atticus

Whoops sorry ....

No no, I liked it

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By *imon_hydeMan
over a year ago

Stockport

This is my favourite:

'This be the verse'

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn

By fools in old-style hats and coats,

Who half the time were soppy-stern

And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.

It deepens like a coastal shelf.

Get out as early as you can,

And don't have any kids yourself.

Philip Larkin

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By *imon_hydeMan
over a year ago

Stockport

"I like your style,

I like your class,

But most of all,

I like your arse "

Class and arse, doesn't work for us northerners! Class as in sass...

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There is freedom waiting for you on the breezes of the sky, And you ask "what if I fall?"

"Oh but my darling, what if you fly? "

~ Erin Hanson

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By *harpDressed ManMan
over a year ago

Here occasionally, but mostly somewhere else

"Class and arse, doesn't work for us northerners! Class as in sass..."

I like your style

I like your class

But most of all

I like your donkey.

Better?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Class and arse, doesn't work for us northerners! Class as in sass...

I like your style

I like your class

But most of all

I like your donkey.

Better? "

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!

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By *obwithkiltMan
over a year ago

Belton

Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis

It was a dream I had last week

And some kind of record seemed vital.

I knew it wouldn’t be much of a poem

But I love the title.

Wendy Cope

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

We are very much in love,

That's not up for debate,

But there's something extra

That's got us going of late.

You see my guy thinks that I'm hot,

And that's something he wants to share - a lot.

He likes to see me play with two dicks or more,

And see me fucked hard on the bed or the floor.

I love to play knowing that he can see,

Being naughty for him is what does it for me.

Threesomes, foursomes, at home or in a club,

Neither of us is Dom and neither of us a Sub.

We will treat you with respect , we know you aren't a toy,

But all work and no play , makes a dull boy!

Think this sums us up

Mrs

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!"

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By *emplarWarriorMan
over a year ago

Nottingham

She is my princess..

The way her dark eyes look up at me?a glint of tears in the corners, thankful for the pain I gave her.

She is my princess..

The regal way in which her round breasts perk up at me while I bind her wrists behind her back..

She is my princess..

Her skin light and supple.. with soft tones?shifting to black and purple as my open hand reign down on her.

She is my princess..

Her soft musical voice slowly shifting into raw moaning screams as I force myself deep into her..

She is my princess..

something I cherish and hold dear?something I would lock in a small cage for days..

She is my princess..

the dedication and strength radiation from her eyes while she endures so much for me.

She is my princess..

The way her dark hair crowns her soft face?her features turning blue as I choke her to the edge of consciousness.

She is my princess..

Others fab her pictures and flirt with her too but only I put in her rightful place....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!"

I absolutely love this.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

SLAM POETRY!

Yelling! Angry' Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia

Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.

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By *ig1gaz1Man
over a year ago

bradford

All my thoughts move with you...

As you move across the room.

I cannot wait to be alone...

I cannot wait to get you home.

My mind is in overdrive...

Thinking of you all the time.

Daydreaming of touching you..

Until I am able to.

Soft lips that press hard to mine...

Tongues that slowly intertwine.

Hands that travel across warm flesh...

Fingers that trace perfect breasts.

Arms that draw you close and near...

Teeth that nibble at your ear.

Lips that kiss and suck your neck...

Mouth tells you what to expect.

Words that send chills down the spine...

As I whisper you are mine..

Smiles that show my words were heard...

As hands follow close to curves.

As I pull you so close and near...

Sounds of want are what I hear.

Lips utter words of yummy needs...

That my tongue will soon relieve.

Fingers stretch trying to reach...

Inside panties to juicy peach.

Please Baby let's go home...

Where we can be all alone.

No more fantasy for me....

Need you in my reality.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!"

I heart this!

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"SLAM POETRY!

Yelling! Angry' Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia

Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead. "

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

God i wish I could write poetry. I fucking suck at it no matter how much I read.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I've only ever written 1 poem. Was for a girl I had some major feelings for back in the day

Was for her and her alone though so I won't share it

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

My work comes across better in performance than it does in written word but here's a fairly new bit of filth I wrote whilst pondering the world of RedTube. Feel free to not waste your clicks...

Japanese porn is a bit off

If you can decipher the pixels

You might get aroused

But the high pitched lady moans

Where it doesn't sound all

That consensual make me

Do a face you see in an emoji

Japanese porn is a bit off

Three rather uninspiring chaps

And a tiny lady with a big

Lady garden sat on a chair

Surrounded by toys and

Objects that are questionable

But it's ok because it's pixels

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By *alandNitaCouple
over a year ago

Scunthorpe

If all were sun and never rain;

no bow would span the hill.

If all were sun and never rain;

there'd be no rainbow still.

Nita

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By *rincess peachWoman
over a year ago

shits creek

"She is my princess..

The way her dark eyes look up at me?a glint of tears in the corners, thankful for the pain I gave her.

She is my princess..

The regal way in which her round breasts perk up at me while I bind her wrists behind her back..

She is my princess..

Her skin light and supple.. with soft tones?shifting to black and purple as my open hand reign down on her.

She is my princess..

Her soft musical voice slowly shifting into raw moaning screams as I force myself deep into her..

She is my princess..

something I cherish and hold dear?something I would lock in a small cage for days..

She is my princess..

the dedication and strength radiation from her eyes while she endures so much for me.

She is my princess..

The way her dark hair crowns her soft face?her features turning blue as I choke her to the edge of consciousness.

She is my princess..

Others fab her pictures and flirt with her too but only I put in her rightful place...."

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By *rincess peachWoman
over a year ago

shits creek

I could feel his breath on my neck

My knees began to quiver

As he ran his nails down my back

My body began to shiver

The sheer anticipation

The wondering when and how

The keeping concentration

The wanting it here and now

He keeps me second guessing

He continues to torment &

tease

Til he has me right where he wants me

Begging him .. please sir, please

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By *uke olovingmanMan
over a year ago

Gravesend

Anything by Mia Angelou

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By *Ollyinone.Man
over a year ago

Warks.

The shakes started first,

And after deep breaths,

Then the red in her cheeks,

And the rises of her chest,

The sweat on her brow

The arching of her back

The bite on her lip

The sting of his smack

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By *ilary and DonaldCouple
over a year ago

chingford

I like beans

I like sauce

I like sexual intercourse

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Sometimes things just end

You don't really know why but

You just move onwards

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By *imiUKMan
over a year ago

Hereford

Roses are red,

Violets are passive,

Wicked wicked,

Junglist massive

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By *rcticFoxxxWoman
over a year ago

Hereabouts

Ode To Pain

Why must you awaken after a lovely day?

Can I not just have some time away?

You’re always with me, even if you’re sleeping

And when you stir, you have me weeping.

You set alight to my leg and laugh at my screams

Then crush my knee... And my hopes, and my dreams.

Why must you stab me and linger too long?

Can’t you just fuck off so I can finish my song?

You came out of nowhere, now you live here rent-free

You’re more than a nuisance and you irritate me.

You wind me up so tight inside. Until I explode...

This, dear Pain, is your ode

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By *ilary and DonaldCouple
over a year ago

chingford

Once again you've come and gone

Leaving me all alone

You're out getting lots of dick

You fucking slag you make me sick.

I actually wrote this when I was sixteen and suffering my first heartbreak.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"The shakes started first,

And after deep breaths,

Then the red in her cheeks,

And the rises of her chest,

The sweat on her brow

The arching of her back

The bite on her lip

The sting of his smack

I like this

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I wrote this just over a year ago

Every bit of me aches for you...I want you...on me, in me, against my skin,making love to me, fucking my brains out, caressing me, hurting me, licking me, kissing me, scratching me, biting me, holding me so tightly you leave your fingerprints on my skin. I want you inside me, my pussy, my mouth, my ass, so deep inside me you aren't sure where you end and I begin, so tangled in eachother you can only tell what belongs to who because of the tattoos. I want to push you onto the bed and kiss, lick and bite my way around every bit of you, I wanna sit on your face...and teach you to breathe through your ears... I wanna sit on your cock and fuck you till you can't take anymore, I want to feel you explode inside me, I want to taste me on your mouth and us on your cock. I want you to tie me up,tie me down, blindfold me, lay me down, bend me over, against the wall, over your desk, under your desk, inside, outside, in private, in public, in the morning, at night, woken in the middle of the night because you woke and any other time just because,if you were hard it would never go to waste and all of those things that you had done for me I would return, when you wanted, when I wanted... Because I would always want you...because it hurts to not have you...

Ya did say anything right?

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I have schizophrenia

And so do I.

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By *Ollyinone.Man
over a year ago

Warks.

"The shakes started first,

And after deep breaths,

Then the red in her cheeks,

And the rises of her chest,

The sweat on her brow

The arching of her back

The bite on her lip

The sting of his smack

I like this

Thanks! Even If only one person likes it it was worth writing

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By *oachman 9CoolMan
over a year ago

derby

Thee early morning light gathers across The hill as the scents of auturm abound

The blackbird sings his song in the Oaktree nearby as the oakcorns fall one by one to the ground, a few rooks call CAW CAW as they fly by across the hill

and the spiders moisture clad spinnerets

shine in the cool damp air like diamonds

in the sun.

The Red Fox barks in the distance

Catching the attention of a brown hare

His long ears probe the morning air

only his nose twitches and twitches

again as he continues his journey

across the fields he knows so well,

All just another part of an auturm

Day as one to remember as time goes by.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I learnt a lesson one cold and lonely day

And took a chain to lock my heart away

A shadow cast that’s dark and cruel

Thought tales of love were just for fools

I learnt the practice of deception

To keep my fears locked deep away

Erect a shield from certain heartbreak

Another wound a soul can’t take

When asked to see into the future

I talk in tongues that aim to soothe

And hide behind the mask that’s my deception

Afraid to tell the truth and take redemption

Until one day, a chance encounter

She stood before me dark and beautiful

I wore the coat that’s my deception, to hide my soul away

Despite the lie, walls fell more and more each day

We talked for hour after hour

Our connection warm and true

She told me of her vision, so bright and clear

The darkness of my past, began to disappear

Though now the lie came back to haunt me

And built a wall between us

Based on a truth that wasn’t true, my hearts protection

She slipped away, a lost perfection

And so I told her of my hearts deep fancy

My heart resigned to losing

The door that was once open

Another love had passed straight through

Afraid the telling of my feelings

Would push her far away

My breathe on hold, my heart not beating

Felt certain of my grieving

My soul open, dark, bare and fragile

Afraid the words she would reply

My fears unfounded, true friend found this day

Rebuild the wall that’s my deception, and hide myself away.

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By *ohnaronMan
over a year ago

london

There was a young lady from Thrace,

Who's corsets just wouldn't lace.

He mother said Nelly,

There's more in your belly,

Than ever went in through your face.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a young man from Brighton

Who thought he’d at last found a tight ‘un.

He said, “Oh my love,

It fits like a glove.”

Said she, “But you’re not in the right ‘un.”

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By *ediceTV/TS
over a year ago

Wrexham

I love your body,

I love your soul,

But you're a tranny,

don't tell a soul!

O Rose thou art sick.

The invisible worm,

That flies in the night

In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed

Of crimson joy:

And his dark secret love

Does thy life destroy.

William Bake::The Sick Rose

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By *ediceTV/TS
over a year ago

Wrexham

That didn't come out right...should have been a double line break! shrug

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By *ingle ex cuckMan
over a year ago

chester

War poem

Boom boom boom boom

Boom boom

Boom boom boom boom boom

Only a certain age group will

Now we're I got this poem from

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"War poem

Boom boom boom boom

Boom boom

Boom boom boom boom boom

Only a certain age group will

Now we're I got this poem from "

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By *rincess peachWoman
over a year ago

shits creek

"War poem

Boom boom boom boom

Boom boom

Boom boom boom boom boom

Only a certain age group will

Now we're I got this poem from "

I was saying this yesterday

Absolute genius, and the end of that series was one of the most moving moments I have ever witnessed on TV.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I sit and stare out at the clouds

And wonder where you are

Are you in another's arms?

Why do you go so far?

What did I do to make you go?

And chase after this and that

Why don't you stay and keep me warm?

You fucking ungrateful cat!

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By *iss.HoneyWoman
over a year ago

...

"Roses are red,

Violets are passive,

Wicked wicked,

Junglist massive"

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

The German Guns Baldrick

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom.

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over a year ago

I adore WB Yeats among others but have these Two excerpts from poems and a quote that are favourites of mine.

To his mistress going to bed. John Donne 1572 - 1632.

License my roving hands,

And let them go before, behind, between, above, below.

William Black Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

And Eternity in an hour.

Charles Dickens Quote.

You have been the last

dream of my soul.

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By *ilary and DonaldCouple
over a year ago

chingford

Hand in glove

The sun shines out of our behinds

No, it's not like any other love

This one is different - because it's us

Hand in glove

We can go wherever we please

And everything depends upon

How near you stand to me

And if the people stare

Then the people stare

I really don't know and I really don't care

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By *ugsandbuttplugsCouple
over a year ago

Leeds

Roses are red

They're also a flower

Open your legs

And give me an hour

The first poem a man wrote for me years ago & it still makes me laugh

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By *oachman 9CoolMan
over a year ago

derby

Sitting by a tumbling stream with Palette, Brush, and paint in hand the Sounds of nature come "calling calling" all around, to me this place I know so well has cast its magical spell the Buzzard mews (calls) in the sky just above me where I lie, and if the old stone bridge could tell a tale of days that have gone by of horse and cart or more.

As the sun shines through the clouds a Mistle Thrush sings his song from a rowan tree and close by a few orange berries shine in the sun from hanging branches nearby and for me this is one of those moments I`ll always remember and look back upon and enjoy.

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By *ucyfur77Woman
over a year ago

Pleasuretown

"She is my princess..

The way her dark eyes look up at me?a glint of tears in the corners, thankful for the pain I gave her.

She is my princess..

The regal way in which her round breasts perk up at me while I bind her wrists behind her back..

She is my princess..

Her skin light and supple.. with soft tones?shifting to black and purple as my open hand reign down on her.

She is my princess..

Her soft musical voice slowly shifting into raw moaning screams as I force myself deep into her..

She is my princess..

something I cherish and hold dear?something I would lock in a small cage for days..

She is my princess..

the dedication and strength radiation from her eyes while she endures so much for me.

She is my princess..

The way her dark hair crowns her soft face?her features turning blue as I choke her to the edge of consciousness.

She is my princess..

Others fab her pictures and flirt with her too but only I put in her rightful place...."

Best one so far..

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Primal

What follows you is your own doubt

What follows you is your own fear

Run as hard as you feel you can

You can't escape, it's near

It's the beast that you made yourself

It's your own fangs that you see

You can try to bind and hold it back

But it's what your meant to be

You can swallow it and push it down

And can hold its jaws

You can knot, and tie and loop your rope

You can twist it round it's paws

You can take a pill and swallow it

Pretend that your not you

But when the hazy buzz soon wears off

You know that your still you

You can try to drown it in a glass

The alcoholic d*unken snooze

But the alcohol swiftly absorbed

And you wake in that same groove

Your teeth remain your bite is there

And your finger nails intact

You stare upon those simple hands

As your mind starts to react

Cold water slashed upon your face

But the beast inside does pace

It's lips drawn back, it's fangs in sight

It wants to seek and find its prey

It will not sit there without cause or purpose

It will not be troubled by the moon

The beast is coming for you

And you know it will be soon

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over a year ago

TAKE ME AWAY

Take my thoughts and bury them deep

Pray not you for my soul to keep.

All the choices I have made and the things to loose.

They were mine to make or throw away, every cut and every bruise

Decisions that were poorly made

The things I've done, from which I want to hide

Unthinking actions in this little short life

But every single act and choice I stand beside

I will hold up my hands when I'm at fault

Though I often did what I thought was right

I sometimes don't see that I am wrong

Nor do you, you just play to that song

None of us complete or perfect, everyone is flawed

Some born to be saints and others to be whores

No one has the right to judge, not a daughter or a son.

No man stood behind a cross no man behind a gun

And yet it's something we all do

Though you may think that you do not

So fast and swift to lambast actions others actions

But your own swiftly forgot

So twist it round and turn it over, let it fit your plan

Let the poison seep in and corrupt your brain

Try to sanctify everything that you feel you can

Tell the world that your not fucked up, your happy and your free.

But late at night when you can't sleep you know it's not what you were born to be

When torn and wounded by word and deed

Body bruised, mind not running free

When you want to run to dodge the fray

The words trickle over your lips

Please take me away

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

my father had a mahogany toe

I don't know why he called it so

twas polished without a splinter

poking holes in socks it did

causing chaos summer or winter

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By *est Wales WifeCouple
over a year ago

Near Carmarthen

One of Adrian Henri's that is probably most suitable for FabS

"I wanted your soft verges

But you gave me the hard shoulder."

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By *im_66Woman
over a year ago

Bradford

There once was a nice Yorkshire lass,

Who typed into fuck, snog or pass,

Maybe, yes, no,

Then got into her flow,

Mmm... yes that'd be good in my ass!

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By *isaB45Woman
over a year ago

Fabville

I have a black dog.

Won't leave me alone today.

I need tea and hugs.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

night awake dreaming

listening to coughs through the wall

birdsong will break any moment

to softly slumber is all I crave

the desire to sleep

my mind has other ideas

a ticking clock soothes and I embrace the silence of the night

I'll cross my weary bridge at dawn

and welcome the dearth of the day

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over a year ago

"I have a black dog.

Won't leave me alone today.

I need tea and hugs."

Hugs are very healing.

I hope you have someone to hug.

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By *isaB45Woman
over a year ago

Fabville

"I have a black dog.

Won't leave me alone today.

I need tea and hugs.

Hugs are very healing.

I hope you have someone to hug."

Thank you.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

e.e.cummings

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By *obwithkiltMan
over a year ago

Belton

I'm looking through the window

Watching the wind flow through the yard

The bird feeder swinging from the line, like a metronome, the food inside solid and hard

The greenhouse plastic ripples and crackles as the gusts run through,

A chair creeps along the slabs, every blow it travels a foot or two.

The string of lights rocks and sways, a discarded bag dances across the air, it's movement weaves the steps as it turns and twists, dips and dives on this windyest of days.

In the corner of my eye a shape starts to form, a Grey cloud like liquid of fur slides into view, stares into the darkness of the kitchen and silently meows, hoping.

Hoping to be let in to a room warm and dry, as I look again it has gone, gone as quickly as the gusts rocking the fence from which it had sprung.

Rain now falls, the ground turning into colours of mottled beige and green, streaks track across the glass as I watch and think about all I have seen, the click of a kettle bringing me back to a room and a voice in the distance questions 'there you are.. Thought you'd gone to India for that brew.. Where Have you been?'

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over a year ago

"somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

e.e.cummings"

I love E.E. Cummings.

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By *2000ManMan
over a year ago

Worthing

The brain we all love

it's so grey and soft

without it

our arms and legs would fall off

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By *2000ManMan
over a year ago

Worthing

Toilet seat

Sweet toilet seat

It's the one thing, every day

We must all meet

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

I dreamt 7 tiny men set up scaffolding around my weak ankles.

Upon waking I moved with relative ease.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"I dreamt 7 tiny men set up scaffolding around my weak ankles.

Upon waking I moved with relative ease.

(I have terribly weak ankles)

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a lady from Leeds

Who swallowed a packet of seeds

In half an hour her arse sprang a flower

And her fanny a bucket of s

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By *eadySteadyCockCouple
over a year ago

Tredegar

the shortest poem i know

Aloft in the loft

Sits little croft

He's very soft.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

lights low

shiny shoes on the dance floor

I move through the party

music my crutch

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Mary had a a little lamb she thought it was so silly

She threw it up into the air and caught it by its

Will was a watch dog laying in the grass

Along came a bumble be and stung him on his

Ask no questions tell no kids I seen copper pulling up his

Flies are buggers bees are worse

And this is the end of my little verse

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

You open up wide

Your legs spread wide

To show your fruits

So I can devour

Your taste Devine

The power of lust

To your orgasm.

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over a year ago

As the light shimmers in the darkened room, cobwebs glisten through the haze of the moon. The cold wind chills the bump of the night if your sensible you will run into the night.

In a room made for pleasure of desirous fun, are people called swingers different from some. The moaning and groaning shouts into the night, as a sexy couple try to excite. All around the glisten of love all who are sensible are wearing a glove. The sighs and the moans the heave of a chest the wetness and pools of juices expressed.

More entertain and indulge in the fun everyone's happy cause it's all about fun. At the end of the night after all said and done im so pleased that I entered the fun.

So to all my fellow swingers I'll leave you with this I salute you my friends no I'm not taking the piss cause down in fabland our love lives are sheer bliss.

Happy swinging my friends.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

poetry is often about inviting strangers into your private thoughts

it is also to amuse,

to stir up emotions

it provides a stage in order to

provoke a reaction

poetry is honesty and your words can set the scene entirely

creator of infinite worlds

lives mish mashing

chaos and love can dwell peacefully united in poetry

am I making sense?

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over a year ago

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high oe'r vales and hills

When all at once i saw a crowd

Tramping oe'r the daffodils

Beside the lake, beneath the trees

The doggers are out,let me through please

Thats the original, but not many folk know of it.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

night awake dreaming

listening to coughs through the wall

birdsong will break any moment

to softly slumber is all I crave

the desire to sleep

my mind has other ideas

a ticking clock soothes and I embrace the silence of the night

I'll cross my weary bridge at dawn

and welcome the dearth of the day

Beautiful

'Night awake dreaming' is a phrase I will steal and use as my own

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over a year ago

night awake dreaming

listening to coughs through the wall

birdsong will break any moment

to softly slumber is all I crave

the desire to sleep

my mind has other ideas

a ticking clock soothes and I embrace the silence of the night

I'll cross my weary bridge at dawn

and welcome the dearth of the day

Beautiful

'Night awake dreaming' is a phrase I will steal and use as my own

you're welcome to it

I have plenty more

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over a year ago

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!

I'm practising this

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

Some poems rhyme

This one doesn't

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility:whose texture

compels me with the colour of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

e.e.cummings

I love E.E. Cummings."

Me too. I first came upon this one in the film Hannah and her Sisters, and it stuck in my mind.

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By *uke olovingmanMan
over a year ago

Gravesend

I like the girls that that do

Don't like the girls that don't

Don't like the girls that say they will

But then decide they won't

But the girls I like the best of all

And I know you'll think I'm right

Is the girl who says she doesn't

But looks as though she might

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By *andVBCouple
over a year ago

Wrexham

This is a little rough around the edges and could use a little polish. I was walking our three terrierists and sort of put this together in my head along the way. Oh well...

They're warming by the fire when they feel desire to roam.

Bags packed at once and out the door, no backwards glance at home.

They walk through fleeting summers, they walk through freezing snow.

Their steady step devours the miles, the route they feel, not know.

When last the urge has passed; their wanderlust has waned.

T'is time to settle down once more and find a lady-friend.

Perhaps partake in conversation, to steal a kiss, a cwtch.

They'll tarry here a little while; WalkingTaff and Pooch

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

"I wrote this just over a year ago

Ya did say anything right?

Love this so much x

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Roses are red

Violets are blue

This doesn't rhyme

Blink 182

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By *ubSirVient-DefinitionCouple
over a year ago

dukinfield

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By *ubSirVient-DefinitionCouple
over a year ago

dukinfield

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!"

LOVE this

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By *uke olovingmanMan
over a year ago

Gravesend

"When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

And I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves

And satin sandals,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,

And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings,

And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,

And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,

And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,

Or only bread and pickle for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats

and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,

And pay our rent and not swear in the street,

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me

are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old

and start to wear purple!

LOVE this

Me too

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By *oggoneMan
over a year ago

Derry

Reflections on Ice-Breaking- Ogden Nash

Candy

Is Dandy

But liquor

Is quicker.

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over a year ago

Heres one I recorded on my own with an instrumental a while back

I'll forever remain in debt to a to name

to never speak of in vain

And say I'm grateful for this gift of living today

Because when you lay

unconscious in that hospital bed

while your daughters awake

and mums only logical thought is to think I don't want my youngest son to be dead

by van

a fractured skull

brains clots and a gash in his head

I conquered my greatest endeavor

when the going gets ruff rember

never surrender

use the lessons youv lived

to protect you from the crib to a kid

to a man with a kid Martching knee high through shit luck

tryna chase the Queens face for a quick buck

Working my arse to pay for bills and a flat

living on a day to day basic til my days are gone

the sky's are black my heart is pure but my mind is numb

siliently sitting back

thinking back how life used to be fun n that

But what's done is done,

the thunders gone

life Isint waiting for the storm to pass

it's learning to dance in the rain

Pain is only temporary my friend

brother didn't Cope n turnt to alcohol and cocaine

cause inside he was gone

spent most his younger days passing through hostels with no love n none to show anymore for anyone

his minds gone a ticking bomb that blew at 16

when the medication began to become

1 Month 2month 11 years

a friend to none to dumb to see through a fake face when a feinds begging you for flake

for his money to sniff drugs on a gray day

just to feel that they had lived n say that it was great day

Older sisters life was wasted away

with a needle in the vain

she fucking turnt insane

on that fateful day she switched and felt to take mums life away with a kitchen knife and got locked away

I'd been neering the end of my teather

when when it finally clicked like the final missing peice of the puzzle when it's connected together

through the pain and strife

finally manged to appreciate the positives of life

golden rays of light

break through the dark of night

a man appears in white

with a beard n wife

an says fuck a stormy weather your gifted with a life

it was a long process n nearly reached the heavens beyond

saw pillers of bronze when he relived me way before my time contained to state of mind where only negative emotions collide

Hi ull call me Clive try to run n hide

I reside deep in your consciousness where I thrive as a imposter in disguise

over time I'll attempt to completely confiscate you of you life

And belive me I tried to climb from the rabbit hole I'd dived inside

trying paint life as pretty pictures showded in negative vibes

walking blind in hope of paradise

instead I cried

horrified to find I'd resided in self homaside

serotonins bled dry an engey sucking parasite embedded deep beside my mind

Aged 18s a stupid fucking age to decide to die

an it's funny I used to think suicide was weak

But well a truly who the fuck are we to preach

how one might act when what we thought life was Flys out of reach

Invisible illnesses antagonist by the Devils lust forever never visible to the people around us self belive in fate will bring you satisfaction for thoughts without actions is just acting

The mind is deep

when the moment comes talk is cheap

external sleep free from the wolf's and sheep

Mums on the phone again said she needs 10 pound her electrics due off. She running out of bread

plus she's got no backy and he's been drinking and he's kicking off again

Whole generation with no care to live one another

delve deep to creation land of the free and peaceful now where robbed everyday by taxation

as a slave race to build bigger nations

Fight life with centerfergal force

all the folly of a fight with a commen wrong or right

dazed flight as the moon rises beneath moonlight who's wrong who's right life's tight so make sure that you move right

Invisible illnesses antagonist by the Devils lust forever never visible to the people around us self belive in fate will bring you satisfaction for thoughts without actions is just acting

How can I walk through the other side wanting to help other people

call it what you will everybody created equal

governments priotising capital gain over people

Miss placed evil

slowly Flys to weak minds multiplies

intertwined in to feeble kinds

made up generated lies to hide the crys

like spies hidden in archives

Government infomation spreads through the hearts of people

slowly devides the world and turns it to upheaval

leaders of deharmanized puppet masterminds

desensitized as children get blown to bits

while others bread bread n drink wine in the Ritz

rich feed the rich we work for themwatching on powerless like a pantomime we need to cut the string cause life's nothing more then mirror and smoke

people talk to your face laugh and joke put you in a house on fire behind your back and watch you choke

here you can share my rope and we can just hang like we used to

patience of a saint my intentions are pure

can't make me see red n expect to run for a cure

the type of guy that wants to know where he stand rather a punch in the face then a stab in the back if you take my kindness for weakness ull be carted off with snapped back cause you didn't think I'd be prone to attack

Invisible illnesses antagonist by the Devils lust forever never visible to the people around us self belive in fate will bring you satisfaction for thoughts without actions is just acting

What are we left to do.

but to live to learn to love

love to learn to live

live to love to learn

so that you may live the life that you yarn

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over a year ago

JUST ONE BREATH AWAY

Separated by hundreds of miles

Yet we share things from afar

They're the things that bring often bring me smiles

Some things may not always be so nice but others truly are.

Not knowing who you are or were

Or what paths you may tread

This could be beautiful and amazing

Or end up filled with dread.

But you take that leap of faith

And you hope for something good

With fingers crossed you tell them all of you

And you hope it's understood.

So talk and laugh in textual terms

You share and talk of the things you've learned.

Of all the times you felt that fire

And when you have been burned

It could work and it could flourish

Or it may be domed to fail

But the thing that just occurs to me despite what people say

Despite the miles and mountains

Your just one breath away.

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over a year ago

"What it says on the tin... regardless of style and length, whether it rhymes or not - flash us your talent

Check out my profile text if you're looking for a rhyme.

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over a year ago

"Heres one I recorded on my own with an instrumental a while back

I'll forever remain in debt to a to name

to never speak of in vain

And say I'm grateful for this gift of living today

Because when you lay

unconscious in that hospital bed

while your daughters awake

and mums only logical thought is to think I don't want my youngest son to be dead

by van

a fractured skull

brains clots and a gash in his head

I conquered my greatest endeavor

when the going gets ruff rember

never surrender

use the lessons youv lived

to protect you from the crib to a kid

to a man with a kid Martching knee high through shit luck

tryna chase the Queens face for a quick buck

Working my arse to pay for bills and a flat

living on a day to day basic til my days are gone

the sky's are black my heart is pure but my mind is numb

siliently sitting back

thinking back how life used to be fun n that

But what's done is done,

the thunders gone

life Isint waiting for the storm to pass

it's learning to dance in the rain

Pain is only temporary my friend

brother didn't Cope n turnt to alcohol and cocaine

cause inside he was gone

spent most his younger days passing through hostels with no love n none to show anymore for anyone

his minds gone a ticking bomb that blew at 16

when the medication began to become

1 Month 2month 11 years

a friend to none to dumb to see through a fake face when a feinds begging you for flake

for his money to sniff drugs on a gray day

just to feel that they had lived n say that it was great day

Older sisters life was wasted away

with a needle in the vain

she fucking turnt insane

on that fateful day she switched and felt to take mums life away with a kitchen knife and got locked away

I'd been neering the end of my teather

when when it finally clicked like the final missing peice of the puzzle when it's connected together

through the pain and strife

finally manged to appreciate the positives of life

golden rays of light

break through the dark of night

a man appears in white

with a beard n wife

an says fuck a stormy weather your gifted with a life

it was a long process n nearly reached the heavens beyond

saw pillers of bronze when he relived me way before my time contained to state of mind where only negative emotions collide

Hi ull call me Clive try to run n hide

I reside deep in your consciousness where I thrive as a imposter in disguise

over time I'll attempt to completely confiscate you of you life

And belive me I tried to climb from the rabbit hole I'd dived inside

trying paint life as pretty pictures showded in negative vibes

walking blind in hope of paradise

instead I cried

horrified to find I'd resided in self homaside

serotonins bled dry an engey sucking parasite embedded deep beside my mind

Aged 18s a stupid fucking age to decide to die

an it's funny I used to think suicide was weak

But well a truly who the fuck are we to preach

how one might act when what we thought life was Flys out of reach

Invisible illnesses antagonist by the Devils lust forever never visible to the people around us self belive in fate will bring you satisfaction for thoughts without actions is just acting

The mind is deep

when the moment comes talk is cheap

external sleep free from the wolf's and sheep

Mums on the phone again said she needs 10 pound her electrics due off. She running out of bread

plus she's got no backy and he's been drinking and he's kicking off again

Whole generation with no care to live one another

delve deep to creation land of the free and peaceful now where robbed everyday by taxation

as a slave race to build bigger nations

Fight life with centerfergal force

all the folly of a fight with a commen wrong or right

dazed flight as the moon rises beneath moonlight who's wrong who's right life's tight so make sure that you move right

Invisible illnesses antagonist by the Devils lust forever never visible to the people around us self belive in fate will bring you satisfaction for thoughts without actions is just acting

How can I walk through the other side wanting to help other people

call it what you will everybody created equal

governments priotising capital gain over people

Miss placed evil

slowly Flys to weak minds multiplies

intertwined in to feeble kinds

made up generated lies to hide the crys

like spies hidden in archives

Government infomation spreads through the hearts of people

slowly devides the world and turns it to upheaval

leaders of deharmanized puppet masterminds

desensitized as children get blown to bits

while others bread bread n drink wine in the Ritz

rich feed the rich we work for themwatching on powerless like a pantomime we need to cut the string cause life's nothing more then mirror and smoke

people talk to your face laugh and joke put you in a house on fire behind your back and watch you choke

here you can share my rope and we can just hang like we used to

patience of a saint my intentions are pure

can't make me see red n expect to run for a cure

Invisible illnesses antagonist by the Devils lust forever never visible to the people around us self belive in fate will bring you satisfaction for thoughts without actions is just acting

What are we left to do.

but to live to learn to love

love to learn to live

live to love to learn

so that you may live the life that you yarn

And there was I, thinking I was going to have a whole audience of applaus. It starts off pretty grueling,

But the moral is everything gets better

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over a year ago

"I feel that every girl there lives a spirit, a wild pixie, that if let go would run and dance in grassy fields untill the end of the world.

And then when that girl grows up, that pixie hides, but it's always there peeking out behind old eyes and reading glasses, laughing, waiting to dance again.

~ Atticus

Love this

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over a year ago

When the time comes

I have died so many times inside

And yet I still keep breathing

I feel like I should fade to nothing

And yet my heart keeps beating

My flesh should fall from my bones

My clothes reduced to ash

I never really wanted much

Is peace to much to ask?

I am certainly not immortal

I've scars and broken bones

There's things that should have taken me

Still I exist and carry on

I will not be here forever

Sometimes think I should not be now

Is an angel looking over me

That pulls me back somehow

Or is it an evil that keeps me here

To see all that I can and will do

To see what I am capable of

And if all I've done untrue

I do not have the answers

They are hidden and not shown

I guess when my time eventually comes

Those answers I will know

So still questions to answere

Not just of myself but you

When the time has come, end in sight

Have you lived a life that's good

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over a year ago

"When the time comes

I have died so many times inside

And yet I still keep breathing

I feel like I should fade to nothing

And yet my heart keeps beating

My flesh should fall from my bones

My clothes reduced to ash

I never really wanted much

Is peace to much to ask?

I am certainly not immortal

I've scars and broken bones

There's things that should have taken me

Still I exist and carry on

I will not be here forever

Sometimes think I should not be now

Is an angel looking over me

That pulls me back somehow

Or is it an evil that keeps me here

To see all that I can and will do

To see what I am capable of

And if all I've done untrue

I do not have the answers

They are hidden and not shown

I guess when my time eventually comes

Those answers I will know

So still questions to answere

Not just of myself but you

When the time has come, end in sight

Have you lived a life that's good

That's really good

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By *eesideMan
over a year ago

margate sumwear by the sea

Living or surviving

Living is wen you have sum 1 that you get up for. not cos you haf to but cos you want to.

Living is wen you want to spend time with sum 1 just for the enjomount of being with them.

Living is wen you have a natrall smile cos you no you have sum 1 to go to and thay will be Thar for you.

Living is wen you have sum 1 that cears about you.

Living is having sum 1 or sum thing worth living for.

Thear for I do not live.

I only survive

As I have nun of thees and just

Do wot I haf to to get throw the day.

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By *oachman 9CoolMan
over a year ago

derby

Walking amongst the ruins of a great Abbey its grey stone lit by the moon trying to tell a tale for all to see

why man had laid his sword that night

across any unlucky foe who ran in fear

from cromwells men I can Imagine the flames gathered

speed and climbed fast till the great abbey was caught in its grasp, the roundheads cheered as the stained glass

fell medievil it was paine after paine was heard to fall 300 years or more it had stood in the great stone arches Inside the walls which were no more this was the english civil war and was our king only to die from the excutioners axe swing a sad day Indeed, as I stood in the cold the moon was bright that night and lit the dark ground I felt not alone the little owl sqeeked in the trees and all was still as I turned and made my way home.

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By *reedy_for_funCouple
over a year ago

My House

Said Mother Tern to Baby Tern

"Would you like a brother?"

Said Baby Tern to Mother Tern

"Yes, one good Tern deserves another"

Spike Milligan

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over a year ago

"When the time comes

I have died so many times inside

And yet I still keep breathing

I feel like I should fade to nothing

And yet my heart keeps beating

My flesh should fall from my bones

My clothes reduced to ash

I never really wanted much

Is peace to much to ask?

I am certainly not immortal

I've scars and broken bones

There's things that should have taken me

Still I exist and carry on

I will not be here forever

Sometimes think I should not be now

Is an angel looking over me

That pulls me back somehow

Or is it an evil that keeps me here

To see all that I can and will do

To see what I am capable of

And if all I've done untrue

I do not have the answers

They are hidden and not shown

I guess when my time eventually comes

Those answers I will know

So still questions to answere

Not just of myself but you

When the time has come, end in sight

Have you lived a life that's good

That's really good "
thank you. I've hundreds of the bloody things lol

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By *ranny-CrumpetWoman
over a year ago

The Town by The Cross

Inky Pinky Ponky

Daddy bought a Donkey

Donkey Died

Daddy Cried

Inky Pinky Ponky.

Not the first time I've used this immortal and heart wrenching work of genius......

I thank you all.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

She laid herself bare

Upon crisp white sheets

Biting her lip as she arched her back

Feeling his breath

Wanting.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

There was a young woman from Bude

Who went for a swim in the lake

A man in a punt

Stuck an oar in her ear

And said you can't swim here its dangerous

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over a year ago

It was a Monday,

Not normally a funday,

I drove in my car,

As you live fairly far.

You opened the door,

Then I went phwoar.

We kissed on the lips,

As I squeezed your hips.

You led me to bed,

Clothes we then shed.

We rolled in the bed,

You give such great head.

My tongue on your clit,

A bruise on your tit.

Then time for a break,

Nutella cheesecake.

Then back up we go,

For another great blow.

You ride on my dick,

Screaming it's thick.

Your fanny feels great,

Time to go, which I hate.

So I'll say goodbye,

But please do not cry.

As I can't wait to be back,

Because you're great in the sack

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Smoking can seriously damage your health.

Do you remember that first smoke?

That first drag, that first choke?

So suck it in, inhale it deep,

It’s the quickest way to the big long sleep.

I enjoy a smoke, it’s the only pleasure I’ve got,

It’s a bit like a soldier enjoying been shot,

Or, a fireman saying “I enjoy been burnt”,

Or, a smoker saying “I wish I’d learnt”.

If you’ve got bad nerves smoking aint the answer,

Have you ever seen someone with lung cancer?

Well, it don’t look good, it don’t look pretty,

Lungs full of tar and your blood all gritty.

Clutching your chest gasping for breath,

Lying in a bed waiting for death.

So, if you smoke then listen please,

Between the coughs, between the wheeze,

If your health doesn’t scare you, think!

Smoking also makes you stink.

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