"abscene" poems - Hello Poetry

Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits Customers of differant types some casual, some suits Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a ***** Every time we went to clean situations would get worse We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse ***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank ***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* **** We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt Keep your wanking to yourself and **** off your ***** **** We don't care how many times, or how much you try There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his ***** We're not your pleasure ****** when you've got that certain itch Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC

kirk

***** Windows - 2018 (Extended & Enhanced)

Many houses have been cleaned on ***** window routes Terraced rows and bungelows and other glass recruits Customers of differant types some casual, some suits Pleasent ones and lovely ones, some of them fun hoots One window shined, revealed behind someones bathroom door An awful sight giving us a fright, more than we bargained for We went to clean it was abscene, that horrible thing we saw Showing his snake was it a mistake, or was he just a ***** Every time we went to clean situations would get worse We didn't want to catch a glimps, of his ****** immerse A naked burden it bacame, why was he so perverse ***** windows should remain to conceal that bathroom curse The anxiousness we both felt, how low he always sank Unwanted sightings of body flesh and yanking on his plank Disgusting ways of a deprived mind, so very dark and dank ***** windows are one thing, but not when you ******* **** We did not want to ascend, with each ladder run to climb knowing what awaited us we didn't want to see his slime That bathroom window was regular, he did it every time His kind of antics should be re-classed as a life of grime We're not interested in plonker pulling a real discusting stunt Nakedness we don't want to see, or a nasty shiveled front Your ***** windows are to much so we will both be blunt Keep your wanking to yourself and **** off your ***** **** We don't care how many times, or how much you try There is no necessitation to see your small **** eye Confess your sins and tell your wife and don't you effing lie That you've been bathroom wanking and flashing your cream pie We told him we're not cleaning, when he dosent wear a stitch And because he had to ******* **** and treat us like his ***** We're not your pleasure ****** when you've got that certain itch Your ***** windows we wont clean when your mind is in a ditch It's time us girls said goodbye you've made us ******* cross Window cleaners we may be but your not our wanking boss So now we're gone and you know why, my friend it's adios And all because you had to flash and have a bathroom toss

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I didn’t think that you could get used to someone’s abscene. But here I am getting used to yours. - leah

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC

leahwillis

Absence

I didn’t think that you could get used to someone’s abscene. But here I am getting used to yours. - leah

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I am the devil born In the complete Abscene of god I know no sin Only pleasure And from pleasure I gave birth To pain And in weeping I only found joy And in joy I murdered love Again and Again Mercilessly Laughing Bathing in it's Dying blood A fool without shame Innocence just soft prey Warm flesh Stripping it clean from Between legs Again and Again Savoring the lust and the blood And the crime of passion Ignorant of love A trickster A pretender Days of dying Faking things as beautiful Blissful self gratification Nothing more and Something less Again and Again Until As a bird your song Caught my ear and your word Burned in the unknown depths Of my soul My heart beat for the first time And in its first beat I felt love spreading through My every pore My entire being And I wept In shame Your pain to beautiful For me to bare Dreams of lust lost Pain of love found A song too beautiful For my ears Nothing so perfect Even with broke wings Or dark heart Could love smomeone Devil born Like me

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC

akira-chinen

Devil Born

I am the devil born In the complete Abscene of god I know no sin Only pleasure And from pleasure I gave birth To pain And in weeping I only found joy And in joy I murdered love Again and Again Mercilessly Laughing Bathing in it's Dying blood A fool without shame Innocence just soft prey Warm flesh Stripping it clean from Between legs Again and Again Savoring the lust and the blood And the crime of passion Ignorant of love A trickster A pretender Days of dying Faking things as beautiful Blissful self gratification Nothing more and Something less Again and Again Until As a bird your song Caught my ear and your word Burned in the unknown depths Of my soul My heart beat for the first time And in its first beat I felt love spreading through My every pore My entire being And I wept In shame Your pain to beautiful For me to bare Dreams of lust lost Pain of love found A song too beautiful For my ears Nothing so perfect Even with broke wings Or dark heart Could love smomeone Devil born Like me

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A repeated feat, just as dusk lusts for dawn: Nights blend seemlessly with the days they seek. Infatuation to the greatest degree because if it was love, they'd have found a way to suceed. Sun would share the sky with stars, a liminal space split in half. The ultimate comprimise for exisiting. When will the missing them dull to an ache I can bare? or is this the price? Would the abscene of pain simply mean the abscene of them? because if so, I'd rather dispare in the knowledge that just like the dawn, I'm cursed to an eternity one step before them, forever casting shadows.

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC

indiajade

Dawn

A repeated feat, just as dusk lusts for dawn: Nights blend seemlessly with the days they seek. Infatuation to the greatest degree because if it was love, they'd have found a way to suceed. Sun would share the sky with stars, a liminal space split in half. The ultimate comprimise for exisiting. When will the missing them dull to an ache I can bare? or is this the price? Would the abscene of pain simply mean the abscene of them? because if so, I'd rather dispare in the knowledge that just like the dawn, I'm cursed to an eternity one step before them, forever casting shadows.

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