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But This, is Where there is no You or IA Poem by Michael Kevin SpencerI don't know your salt-rose breath It breathes down my neck, until I touch your Topaz breasts You pant like spring and moan like the thirsting w.. |
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Yet Another Melancholy Plea to the One I DesireA Poem by Kevin MulqueenWhile in Venezuela, I had to explain the love poems of Pablo Neruda to my American girlfriend. I did not like his sexist attitude towards women and wr.. |
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Splendid SomebodyA Poem by DedPoetA poem of people and that ever so haunting doubt we seem to shadow ourselves with. |
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Today I'm Going to Write About SexA Poem by DedPoetSimple fleshed desire. |
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The Ruins of RushingA Poem by DedPoetDozing at dawn The incessant alarm hits, Drowsy and frowning And dimly discerning the lights From the runaway dreams, Forgetting wh.. |
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Tears in the BarrioA Poem by DedPoetWhen I was in gang In the grimy streets of my youth, I lost many friends to colors. When a homie would die, We'd get drunk and pour a 40oz And g.. |
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Your LipsA Poem by Matthew Wilson'Stolen' (hopefully) from Pablo Neruda’s ‘Your Hands’, a family favourite. |
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Pablo Neruda translationsA Poem by Michael R. BurchPablo Neruda translationsI love you only because I love youby Pablo Nerudaloose translation byMichael R. BurchI love you only because I love you;I am .. |
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Pablo Neruda translation "Every Day You Play"A Poem by Michael R. BurchEvery Day You Playby Pablo Nerudaloose translation byMichael R. BurchEvery day you play with Infinity’s rays.Exquisite visitor, you arrive with .. |
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