#breasts poems on Hello Poetry

Ron Gavalik Jul 2018

Sweat

When a drop of sweat
from your chin lands between
a lover's *******, some women
will recoil in disgust.
Others will moan and get off
on your labor to deliver pleasure.
The dame who digs a little sweat
during the younger years
will mop it from your forehead
in the nursing home.

-Ron Gavalik

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#*** #love #marriage #sweat #labor #******* #moan

Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018

Beauty of *******

"May her ******* satisfy you."

******* were made to feed the
seed that grows in a woman's
womb, born between a couple's
love.

                                                                     When the seed has finally
                                                                      sprouted, they drink the
                                                                      milk of the mother to help
                                                                      their growth.

The beauty of a woman is to carry life
The beauty of *** is to make new life
The beauty of ******* is to strengthen
that life

                                                                          Not for your filthy mind.
                                                                         Why would you hate on a
                                                                          mother strengthening her
                                                                          child?

A life that a man helps to create.

                                Must everything be sexualized?

First off, thank you everyone for liking my poem, They May But They Won't.
I saw it was trending and I was so excited! I literally jumped from having 65 followers to 75! That was crazy! I'm super grateful for the comments and the support! I'm becoming more confident in my skills as a poet, knowing there are such wonderfully supportive people on HelloPoetry! You guys are awesome!

Secondly, this poem is dedicated to an incident I witnessed today. Some teenage boys were mocking a mother for breastfeeding her child. I was so angry but several women and men stood up for her, and the boys were kicked out! I approached the woman and we had a brief conversation about it. I don't get why people hate on such a natural thing. That's what women's ******* are for! You can give a baby formula but nothing beats breast milk! The boys attitude towards it was absolutely disgusting! So ******* are only used to attract and can only be playthings now? Anyone who has that mentality seriously needs to grow up!

I'm a young person with an old-soul. Fitting! ^.^
So, this poem is dedicated to all mothers everywhere, specifically breastfeeding mothers. I know how much of a strain breastfeeding can be (I'm 22 and my mother never lets me live it down loool) but still, people shouldn't be hating on this natural act, just like ***. *** is a beautiful act but in this day and age...you know, I'm not gonna get into this now! Maybe later.

Thank you everyone, really!
I'm super grateful.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***

#2018 #mothers #******* #beauty #love #baby #couples #union #growth #life

branded glaciers GE Feb 2018

these words

dance to me

in
the
shadows
we lift my skirt
she kissed me
how sweet
her
breeze

she paints me here naked
my hands
frozen
on her
*******
she makes me
she paints
my
*******

an
lighter shade
of
pink

she drops her tears
brings her brush
to me

delicately
she brushes
her tears
on me
she
closes
my eyes
as she paints me
these words
?

...
..
.

dare we
take
...
..
.

#******* #off #my #pen

Brent Kincaid Oct 2017

NOT KNOCKING KNOCKERS

It always makes me wake up when it hits;
When a rivulet of sweat runs between my ****.
I wake up thinking some bug is walking there
Because it tickles my manly bit of chest hair.
Guys are built much different than the rest.
We are not supposed to have issues with our chest.
But here I am trying to get some sleep
Suddenly aware my cleavage is too deep.

Stuff is happening backwards that should not
What we supposed to do with this mess we’ve got?
Something’s got the world all upside down.
God must be a freaky circus clown.
Regardless of some nasty radio rants
I have no problem with women wearing pants.
And in life today as I have always seen
The woman is often the boss, big and mean.

And I have heard, in current affairs and state
That men can even, in time, learn to lactate.
But this one situation in which I have *******
Threatens to unhinge and drive me a bit loopy.
I guess, with time, I will someday get accustomed.
And I know some old ideas need to be jettisoned.
But I never expected that this would be a year
For me to go get fitted for an absorbent brassiere.

#sweat #chests #******* #image #manliness #poetry #kincaid

David Cunha Jun 2017

The way you dazzle me

It was never this easy
            Never this easy to cry
But the sorrow haunts me
And the thought of not having you
                is enough
                          to break walls and shatter constelations.

Yet, I don't want any of that
                             Except you
And your mad smile
And waking up electryfied with the sight
                             of your ******* and the smell of eggs cooked
First thing in the morning

june 23, 2017 10:32 a.m.

#cry #dazzle #eggs #morning #******* #smile #love #smell #sight #eyeballkick

Miss Clofullia Jun 2017

#REM

I see great ***** every day
in the subway
and, suddenly, my favorite Hitchcock movie changes from
Rear Window to Vertigo.
The movement of the train calms me down and I fall asleep quickly,
dreaming that I'm in Kerouac's car, quietly hitting the road
like ******* hit his canvas.

I see great ******* every day
on the bus that takes me home,
but not one single *****
for me to lay my ear on.
The dream comes to a crossroad where me and Jack have to part ways.
He'll go down in history like a great writer
and I'll quietly go down on memory lane in oblivion.

Memory disappointed me
and left a bad taste
in my mouth - literary ******* ain't what it used to be.

#kerouac #******* #******* #dream #*** #******* #metro #subway #memory #hitchcock

Twm Gardner May 2017

Blonde *****

Blonde ***** for everything I love you
You feed me one molecule of oxygen
and I linger like a drowning man
You hold me and I cannot breathe
as if crushed by Satan's black thighs
And so I rest in your melted cheese *******
tonight and forever

#blonde #***** #love #oxygen #drowning #breathe #satan #crushed #******* #forever

Àŧùl Jan 2017

When I Will Love You (Marked Explicit)

In the man on top position of loving,
We had the session of love making,
We both were heartily smiling,
We gasp for air while breathing,
Your ******* are heavily heaving,
And as beneath you I am now lying,
You whisper, "Let's change positioning!"

You just sit yourself atop my loving pole,
And as deeper it goes now the tool,
Your voice says silently, "Atul,"
We look like a rider & saddle,
We both will now explode,
We will never forget this love making,
In the woman on top position of loving.

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I am a 26 years old mature writer and I just attempt to present the explicity in my poems much beautifully without the usage of any crude language.
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My apologies in advance to the parents who let their children read this.

My HP Poem #1383
©Atul Kaushal

#for #air #heavy #breathing #gasp #******* #heaving

Àŧùl Dec 2016

Deafening Silence Of My Solitude

This eerie silence make me hear tinnitus,
My own brain buzzes noisily as always...

The saddening grief & the aggrieved sad,
Both terms are mine and am myself so..

There beats a heart of mine in her chest,
Seated in her ribcage between the *******.

I might be able to smile someday again,
And the smile be creditable to satisfaction..

The silence scares me & is so deafening,
Beeps continuously the tinnitus within...

#love #heart #solitude #silence #loneliness #chest #deafening #******* #tinnitus