"temptresses" poems - Hello Poetry

I wish to peer at Paris, under-dressed and ***** in all of its neoclassical splendor. For that, there are things I would give up. I wish to see a prehistoric forest, verdant, overgrown and jumbled. Before evergreen mysteries I would be ever humbled. For that, there are things I would give up. I wish to see Rhodian gardens and from them, smell the flowering fig and taste succulent honey suckle. I wish to glimpse zaftig temptresses dancing twenty thick amidst courtyards of ancient Persian palaces. For that, there are things I would give up. I wish to be blessed into an inenarrable life on an unalike mysterious planet. I wish for an Atlas resembling and proportionate soul. For that, there are things I would give up. I've demanded an even temperament from my unruly emotions. I've settled for continuous disbelief at the loquacious ignobleness of humanity. For change, there are things I would give up. I've sequestered my innocent dreams and bloomed monetary means. I've avoided death narrowly, my fingers gripping, fear will always transfix, while barreling down 36'. I've inhaled profits and installed transformation. For change, there are things I would give up. I've burned my midnight oil, taken offensive slander, and burned bridges with gratuitous candor. I've witnessed coal falsify a beautiful gloaming sky. I've had gasoline dreams filled and fuming with intensity, all drowning under an ocean of oil. I've envisioned bleached beaches to hide stained soil. These are moments I would give up. There are things I've realized outside my reality, outside my internal soliloquy and physical tactility. I've come to understand my words are nothing more than symbols on a closed door.

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Jul 26, 2010

Jul 26, 2010 at 11:54 PM UTC

B_Lid

For That There Are.

I wish to peer at Paris, under-dressed and ***** in all of its neoclassical splendor. For that, there are things I would give up. I wish to see a prehistoric forest, verdant, overgrown and jumbled. Before evergreen mysteries I would be ever humbled. For that, there are things I would give up. I wish to see Rhodian gardens and from them, smell the flowering fig and taste succulent honey suckle. I wish to glimpse zaftig temptresses dancing twenty thick amidst courtyards of ancient Persian palaces. For that, there are things I would give up. I wish to be blessed into an inenarrable life on an unalike mysterious planet. I wish for an Atlas resembling and proportionate soul. For that, there are things I would give up. I've demanded an even temperament from my unruly emotions. I've settled for continuous disbelief at the loquacious ignobleness of humanity. For change, there are things I would give up. I've sequestered my innocent dreams and bloomed monetary means. I've avoided death narrowly, my fingers gripping, fear will always transfix, while barreling down 36'. I've inhaled profits and installed transformation. For change, there are things I would give up. I've burned my midnight oil, taken offensive slander, and burned bridges with gratuitous candor. I've witnessed coal falsify a beautiful gloaming sky. I've had gasoline dreams filled and fuming with intensity, all drowning under an ocean of oil. I've envisioned bleached beaches to hide stained soil. These are moments I would give up. There are things I've realized outside my reality, outside my internal soliloquy and physical tactility. I've come to understand my words are nothing more than symbols on a closed door.

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They are Immortal. They are dead inside. They are pale. They often sparkle but naturally don't. They bite necks. They are nocturnal. They are out for blood. They enthrall people effortlessly. Their loved ones are often dead or being mourned while secretlly alive. They act like the cool kids. Or the awkward emo clicks, but are treated like this exclusive club. They don't show up in mirrors because this IS their reflection. They don't let the real them see the sun. I am reflecting. On. Why. Why have I only dated vampires? I'm loosing lots of blood. But What am I gaining? Besides y'know... their blood diseases. And lots of exciting! moments That belong in movies that would get or already have gotten way to popular. And be better as books. Some of them can throw me across a room. Some of them love to count. some of them seem to only show up around halloween and looove chocolate Don't get me wrong. I still love all these terrifyingly Seductive temptresses. I have a type. But I don't know if it's A Or B Or O negative? I'm an optimism ****** Oh, Positive? I'm not afraid of needles But they're afraid of me. I tend to be a universal donor. Which makes matching blood hard Blood that works with my body is rare. This is not to say anyone could use my blood Universal donor or not. I am infected with a blood disease It could be vampirism Or well, whatever causes one to seek Vampires. I Can't confirm anything about wooden stakes Or decapitation or garlic. But i can assure you setting them on fire doesn't work. No matter how hot or fiery I make them Their anger never kills them It just makes them stronger. But it does repel them quite nicely.

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Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC

GeekElement

They aren't vampires. They aren't vampires. They aren't vampires.

They are Immortal. They are dead inside. They are pale. They often sparkle but naturally don't. They bite necks. They are nocturnal. They are out for blood. They enthrall people effortlessly. Their loved ones are often dead or being mourned while secretlly alive. They act like the cool kids. Or the awkward emo clicks, but are treated like this exclusive club. They don't show up in mirrors because this IS their reflection. They don't let the real them see the sun. I am reflecting. On. Why. Why have I only dated vampires? I'm loosing lots of blood. But What am I gaining? Besides y'know... their blood diseases. And lots of exciting! moments That belong in movies that would get or already have gotten way to popular. And be better as books. Some of them can throw me across a room. Some of them love to count. some of them seem to only show up around halloween and looove chocolate Don't get me wrong. I still love all these terrifyingly Seductive temptresses. I have a type. But I don't know if it's A Or B Or O negative? I'm an optimism ****** Oh, Positive? I'm not afraid of needles But they're afraid of me. I tend to be a universal donor. Which makes matching blood hard Blood that works with my body is rare. This is not to say anyone could use my blood Universal donor or not. I am infected with a blood disease It could be vampirism Or well, whatever causes one to seek Vampires. I Can't confirm anything about wooden stakes Or decapitation or garlic. But i can assure you setting them on fire doesn't work. No matter how hot or fiery I make them Their anger never kills them It just makes them stronger. But it does repel them quite nicely.

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1) (insert dessert name for skin here) 2) mysterious hair goddesses 3) the back wall of a hip hop video 4) temptresses of your own design 5) the entire land ruled by drama queens 6) your lowkey fantasy 7) your direct blame 8) the subset of a subset of a stereotype 9) the loud and proud 10) the celestial bodies walking through your neighborhoods 11) the only magic act you can see again and again and still not know how it works 12) not the Madea or the Precious, but somehow still the Madea and the Precious 13) trees banding together for the sake of their own leaves AND to sustain the forest ~~a.s.f.

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Jan 8, 2016

Jan 8, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC

treeveins

Alternate Names for Black Girls

1) (insert dessert name for skin here) 2) mysterious hair goddesses 3) the back wall of a hip hop video 4) temptresses of your own design 5) the entire land ruled by drama queens 6) your lowkey fantasy 7) your direct blame 8) the subset of a subset of a stereotype 9) the loud and proud 10) the celestial bodies walking through your neighborhoods 11) the only magic act you can see again and again and still not know how it works 12) not the Madea or the Precious, but somehow still the Madea and the Precious 13) trees banding together for the sake of their own leaves AND to sustain the forest ~~a.s.f.

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Mistresses of the moon, decadent like stars, temptresses made of the galaxies. O, my sapphic heart cries for you, for your hearts to match mine. Made of the star dust, and of the atmospheric blue silks, my soul forever belongs to their endless nights.

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

vert-clair

Mistresses of the Moon

Mistresses of the moon, decadent like stars, temptresses made of the galaxies. O, my sapphic heart cries for you, for your hearts to match mine. Made of the star dust, and of the atmospheric blue silks, my soul forever belongs to their endless nights.

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I see an old man with a cool lip curl, A city light smile catching smoke in his mustache while he stares at school girls crossing busy roads, Innocent temptresses in short dresses a parade of salmon coloured skin screaming up stream to prove that they can swim

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Jun 16, 2013

Jun 16, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC

ruth-boon

***** Old Man, I Like You

I see an old man with a cool lip curl, A city light smile catching smoke in his mustache while he stares at school girls crossing busy roads, Innocent temptresses in short dresses a parade of salmon coloured skin screaming up stream to prove that they can swim

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A single cut from my bony wrist-- up towards my darkened elbow It's amazing how blood slowly seeps through-- staining its path a rich crimson hue A gentle throb before a numbing ache-- much like before, it's always the same Shallow wounds are, dare I say-- nothing more than teasing temptresses of our world today Blood seeps through, staining its path-- much like our influence--as we ignore nature's wrath It's amazing how I still manage to contemplate-- while ignoring how the cut has become increasingly irate Shallow wounds Shallow wounds Shallow wounds. I really don't understand the sight-- It just isn't for me--try as I might Then again, this isn't something I necessarily hate-- but it surely isn't something I'll try again after this day Shallow wounds Shallow wounds Shallow wounds. Care to give it a try? It might not have done it for me-- but I know it's sure to satisfy.

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Jun 18, 2018

Jun 18, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC

Arcana

Shallow Wounds

A single cut from my bony wrist-- up towards my darkened elbow It's amazing how blood slowly seeps through-- staining its path a rich crimson hue A gentle throb before a numbing ache-- much like before, it's always the same Shallow wounds are, dare I say-- nothing more than teasing temptresses of our world today Blood seeps through, staining its path-- much like our influence--as we ignore nature's wrath It's amazing how I still manage to contemplate-- while ignoring how the cut has become increasingly irate Shallow wounds Shallow wounds Shallow wounds. I really don't understand the sight-- It just isn't for me--try as I might Then again, this isn't something I necessarily hate-- but it surely isn't something I'll try again after this day Shallow wounds Shallow wounds Shallow wounds. Care to give it a try? It might not have done it for me-- but I know it's sure to satisfy.

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The Diablo sat there one day amongst his inner innocence and decided that he no longer wanted his heart broken. The Diablo cried and cried until he couldn't no more as it started to **** him on the inside. The Diablo said to himself that he's going to block out all emotions and love for others and cause a reckless destruction while his heart of fire turned to cold dead stone. His fingernails grew long and black after rotting under his temptresses phony heart. The Diablo cried out loud but no one could hear him so he started to stomp his feet on the ground and grow his white angel wings into a sharp velvet black. The Diablo had enough, he was tired of love, tired of being treated like a piece of **** Diabo finally gave up and without a care did as he wanted to keep himself happy. The Diablo is always filled with fire, but this time he ignited on the outside to show his burning sensation from within and he slowly withered away into a corpse shell to hide into his darkness with the phantoms in the trees.

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Jul 3, 2020

Jul 3, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC

EmotionlessEmotions

The Diablo (The Devil)

The Diablo sat there one day amongst his inner innocence and decided that he no longer wanted his heart broken. The Diablo cried and cried until he couldn't no more as it started to **** him on the inside. The Diablo said to himself that he's going to block out all emotions and love for others and cause a reckless destruction while his heart of fire turned to cold dead stone. His fingernails grew long and black after rotting under his temptresses phony heart. The Diablo cried out loud but no one could hear him so he started to stomp his feet on the ground and grow his white angel wings into a sharp velvet black. The Diablo had enough, he was tired of love, tired of being treated like a piece of **** Diabo finally gave up and without a care did as he wanted to keep himself happy. The Diablo is always filled with fire, but this time he ignited on the outside to show his burning sensation from within and he slowly withered away into a corpse shell to hide into his darkness with the phantoms in the trees.

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Its been a while since you left, But I never accepted you were gone. I just pushed away the thought you, And tried to forget those 9 months existed. For all I remembered, the Creator made a mistake, And time skipped right over three seasons. But looking at our words, I can't deny what is true. What we left behind had more power than us both, And so neither of us could destroy it. And as everything is rushing back, I don't know what to do, Because one thing is still missing, And that one thing is you. It's been 6 months since it ended, Yet it feels like 6 years. I forced tears from my eyes, Thinking you might return to dry them. I forced blood from my eyes, To make space for you in my veins. But you didn't. You couldn't. You can't. And you won't. It was a nightmarish hope, That a mortal soul could **** Death. And still I'm clinging to you, Like the ink on a note. You're my blood that flows, Through the artery in my throat. How I'd love to cut you away, Just to cease shedding tears. But Death won't yet take me, Death feeds off my fears. I expected your return, But the thought was outrageous, 'Cause the insane part of my mind, It's proving to be ageless. I'd beg you to return and receive no answer, Surrounded by the air that contains a rejected request. For some reason, the desire of temptresses, And THC smoke are all that fills my chest.

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC

victor-manuel-serna

Expected Your Return

Its been a while since you left, But I never accepted you were gone. I just pushed away the thought you, And tried to forget those 9 months existed. For all I remembered, the Creator made a mistake, And time skipped right over three seasons. But looking at our words, I can't deny what is true. What we left behind had more power than us both, And so neither of us could destroy it. And as everything is rushing back, I don't know what to do, Because one thing is still missing, And that one thing is you. It's been 6 months since it ended, Yet it feels like 6 years. I forced tears from my eyes, Thinking you might return to dry them. I forced blood from my eyes, To make space for you in my veins. But you didn't. You couldn't. You can't. And you won't. It was a nightmarish hope, That a mortal soul could **** Death. And still I'm clinging to you, Like the ink on a note. You're my blood that flows, Through the artery in my throat. How I'd love to cut you away, Just to cease shedding tears. But Death won't yet take me, Death feeds off my fears. I expected your return, But the thought was outrageous, 'Cause the insane part of my mind, It's proving to be ageless. I'd beg you to return and receive no answer, Surrounded by the air that contains a rejected request. For some reason, the desire of temptresses, And THC smoke are all that fills my chest.

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They call women the temptresses but I know it is men. ~ It is men who so savagely call for the women. ~ They call with their eyes, their thoughts, their needs or shall I really saw wants. ~ It is men who find women so highly desired. ~ It is men who never get enough *** Not women.

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Aug 31, 2014

Aug 31, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC

field-of-moons

who seduces who?

They call women the temptresses but I know it is men. ~ It is men who so savagely call for the women. ~ They call with their eyes, their thoughts, their needs or shall I really saw wants. ~ It is men who find women so highly desired. ~ It is men who never get enough *** Not women.

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Well if there's really just one heaven, then my chance of getting in is much too slim. So many bottles and temptresses, they only add to my sins. They say there's no hunger and no thirst that you'd adore. I'm just a stranger, 'cause this preacher doesn't make sense anymore. My will was so strong and it took much too long to be honest with myself. Doth this offend you? If you're just my God for the weekend then we might have a problem because I'm planning to sleep in. It's nothing personal. You employ so many others, let this one take the worn and twisting trail. My skull is a castle. No more rest for the dead. Wake up, wake up it's time for the blood to be shed. You can call me lonely. You can tell me I'm vain, which is how I take your name. So on the coldest day of the year I won't be burning bridges in fear. But if you're around when it's my time, I'll give you the chance to prove me wrong. Until then let's just go our separate ways.

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Feb 21, 2011

Feb 21, 2011 at 9:53 AM UTC

timothy-hall-jr

War.

Well if there's really just one heaven, then my chance of getting in is much too slim. So many bottles and temptresses, they only add to my sins. They say there's no hunger and no thirst that you'd adore. I'm just a stranger, 'cause this preacher doesn't make sense anymore. My will was so strong and it took much too long to be honest with myself. Doth this offend you? If you're just my God for the weekend then we might have a problem because I'm planning to sleep in. It's nothing personal. You employ so many others, let this one take the worn and twisting trail. My skull is a castle. No more rest for the dead. Wake up, wake up it's time for the blood to be shed. You can call me lonely. You can tell me I'm vain, which is how I take your name. So on the coldest day of the year I won't be burning bridges in fear. But if you're around when it's my time, I'll give you the chance to prove me wrong. Until then let's just go our separate ways.

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Please save a place for me, deep inside your heart. Always know that I think of you, as we both practice our art. Our worlds are full of temptations, so very hard to resist … and the good Lord knows we're both far from, sixteen and never been kissed. Wealthy men with jaws divine … Temptresses with looks so fine … Paths that lead our hearts away … Paths that surely lead astray … They'll lead us there every time. They'll leave us there … so unkind. Our hearts must shine, night and day. Through any darkness … they'll light our way. If you never touch my face … If I never look into your eyes … We'll always have the comfort of sharing the same big, blue sky. If I never smell your hair … If you never kiss my lips … Always know the search for your smile has launched a thousand ships. So, I hope you save a place for me in your heart so sweet and kind. Please, save a place for me … Heaven knows you've one in mine.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

For Someone I've Never Met

Please save a place for me, deep inside your heart. Always know that I think of you, as we both practice our art. Our worlds are full of temptations, so very hard to resist … and the good Lord knows we're both far from, sixteen and never been kissed. Wealthy men with jaws divine … Temptresses with looks so fine … Paths that lead our hearts away … Paths that surely lead astray … They'll lead us there every time. They'll leave us there … so unkind. Our hearts must shine, night and day. Through any darkness … they'll light our way. If you never touch my face … If I never look into your eyes … We'll always have the comfort of sharing the same big, blue sky. If I never smell your hair … If you never kiss my lips … Always know the search for your smile has launched a thousand ships. So, I hope you save a place for me in your heart so sweet and kind. Please, save a place for me … Heaven knows you've one in mine.

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