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Virginity- Involutes passion-
An anchored willow tree
Just drifted admit the heavenly swirls
Down the sea, burning in a volcanic mantle core.
Besieged bards recited the restricted ballads nonchalantly
Untie a rope of an inured night,
A candle black failed to enlighten snuffered avarice.
And the ancient ushers misguided to a mansion of love,
Shattered spells over an urn,
Practice a pride in physical showdown.
On your cherish cheeks under the seals of your
Mystic virginity in bloom.
Scorched fire of raven ardor
Just dissolved into the unspoken, unreleased grace
Into the intangible treasurey
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Lust
Women spread the legs of lust
Toward the debacle of darkness
Nymphets’ silence epitomized a looming winner
Shows the seductive attire in a slick petticoat
Eyes monitored a slit at the blinked gloaming
Devoured a starry moment between this morning and that night
(Winter holiday was a bliss, just for a single poetry maker. I wrote 4 new poetries with an absolute moment, without any obsolete disturbances. This is one of them. Aging physically is blessing to someone who like to give a differrent perspective to our naked solace.)
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Far-prejudiced one you bloomed
On the hypothertical ground,
Cracked into the soils by the hands, fingers and fingernails,
Never to be loosen with the volitile ashes of humane
Not any standerized turkish blood,
You're just named after Missed-missing brides
coverd with the mystic grayness of their laced vails.
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Where he stands now
Under the withered lotus leaves
Look down the hutched tree house bellow
Must grit his teeth with bitterly framed words
Toward his amiable enemy
His affection became a poison
For killing the animated voices
Just circulated for the shepherded sorrow
And knead the tears of clouds reflected windows
Why I stand next to him
With the feasible army
To save his kingdom just letting
The boyhoody nightmare wade away at dusk |
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A red blooded gerbera burdens
The lifless sense of
Its half-mooded, silken texture
Outfit only by the wizened neck
We see ya tomorrow as
A guillotined head tumbles
On the cruel shire
Being in the quieted moment,
Casting the blinked sight
To enlighten distilling silence
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