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#whores poems

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White PeopleI hate white people / who stop me from stealing their stuff / and bring in the po po

@why-visit-my-page24

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NineteenThe likes of you I can't describe, / Yet I love to eat between your thighs. / The melody you spake to me

@martin-narrod14

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Attention WhoresThey called her an attention whore for the last time / As she put the gun to her stomach and pulled the trigger. / The fat girl

@jack-jenkins35

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My Prince CharmingMy Prince Charming has turned into an ugly, old toad, / but that’s what happens when you choose this road. / The road so traveled by all the toads before;

@charlotte-kennedy48

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Endless Night40 years we have lived in the light and baunty so bright, / then comes 40 Years of darkest night. / Our town sleeps one last time in our lovely homes before we set off for the land of safety and light.

@michael-robert-triska20

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NosesGet your noses out of that stank hole you half-man beasts. / Most of you walk around with shit and jizz on your breath; Disgusting punk cuck skanks clean up, lazy vermin.

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-11°The cold is my commander, it taunts me, while it steals my sheaths of warmer cleaving skin sections exposed by its notions and collected conscious. The sounds are complicated, the moons azurean hue resembles the coldness of my cigarette's embers blue, and then the commander shucks my final breath away. It isn't something that I barely feel, but rather something that lightly see. It's hoarfrost births its fickle shell of hardrime on the last of those interstices I once called my fingers. And from this choke, this frozen voice is detained by the vox ice amplifier that steals each noise. Besides, in an interruption I hear our whorish neighbors score of shouting scripted shouts, and screaming scripted screams. Each day she becomes less and less like any real human being. It's hard to believe that behind these walls that shield me from the albicant and atrocious heraldry winter casts me through, these sounds are concentric like limited Earth words written in the prompts that some ill and wanton succubus would. If only to lure herself from the pains she gained while lying to those amidst her closest ties. I am further distressed, though fully dressed narrowly watching bits of frozen water interlace themselves beneath freezing in the corners of my mind. When until the shaking and commandeering of my mortal sounds, disperse amidst the ferocity that Spring white snow absconds. The tremulent vocal chords are hailed by a hard-rimed thug, who ensuingly rips the cantering spirit from each last place it stood. Only those who know this wind could speak about the way it genuflects and obsesses on these rules. This freezing genuflection hails to every servant of its rein, I can barely exhale the inspiration that rises from the head, until any skin exposed to air is reclaimed by my commander for good. Then each neighbor's head may lilt upon the piste, and pray for something more balmy than negative eleven degrees.

@martin-narrod26

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Key West - (extended version)...I am Kevin's needy self.. scratching the walls. / Holed up in my Key West hotel room and the walls are closing in, / pacing the walls of my mind.

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Ive tried to write this three times and its still not rightI sat down to write about how you made me feel, Funny, I thought something indescribeable would be easy to explain / For the longest time I was In a dark place. With weights of lead bound around my heart. The inside of my skull became walls that I was forced to scream at my flesh was a barrier to letting the happyness out, my fingers gripping cold steal triggers trembling pleading to let the grey matter out / To decorate the walls in my own shade of misery.

@Actualityandfalseness39

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American Prayerforgive them father they know not what they've done they have traded your book for money used for guns to fund there wars condemning their eyes only granting their comfort in whores leaving them to sleep from woman to woman craving to fill an emptiness inside subconsciously begging for words from the wise forever searching for a meaning in life slitting their own throats because of lack of purpose and a lust to know what it truly means to die feast your eyes on a systematic bee hive stinging and attacking everything they see desperate to hold on to the possessions of their being

@simon-woodstock8

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VODKA DRINKING WHORESSmirnoff is for sluts / Down it, darlin'

@david-flemister2

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Dirty MenagerieA city is nothing but a menagerie / caging different shades of insanity / dusty streets, concrete tombs, lingerie

@EvilShredder27

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greatnessDonald Trump’s on trial - the first of many. / It’s a cold feeling, being judged / - with your future held in the balance

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Whore Part 2In an era where used cars are “pre-owned” / And whores are hard to come by / I search back alleys for a sign of life

@suburbanflowerchild33

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Thomas Campion "Novelties" translationNovelties / by Thomas Campion / loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

@michael-r-burch20

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introductionsLet me introduce / David Dennison - wealthy, / dirty-minded man.

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WhoresFrom the Old English “hore,” / stemming from the Germanic root / meaning “desiring.”

@elizabeth-kelly11

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