Well I don't know why it took us so long to think of this..There are so very many great poets out there. Please feel free to post your favorite poem here, be it your own or someone elses. Please try to keep them a reasonable length and not too long but all are welcome. And don't forget to credit the poet please.

(Dedicated to everyone who ever gave one.)

It was a brief moment in time
that I had forgotten,
so long ago.
The salty taste of it,
the musty smell,
the glance of my head
bobbing up and down in the mirror,
the sound my mouth made
while trying to breath and swallow,
at the same time
worrying about what would happen
when he finished.
Would I choke?
Would he joke about it to the others?
And when the moment came,
he did, but I didn't.
Men are such pricks sometimes.

B.Miller / c. 1995

Thanks Minnie...and you're the Marie Dressler of the family.

I was soooo happy to find this new place on the boards. Can't wait to see the beautiful things that grow here. God Bless You Barbara Jean!

Hey Minerva!
I checked your profile out. You look like my kinda gal.
Maybe we could go out for a cold beer sometime.

Let's keep the poems coming here girls and boys and less chatting.

Unless it is praise for what you've read here.

Thank you,

Your local moderator.

There once was a queen from Nantucket
Who's chin so hairy she'd pluck it
Her trade was quite massive
Though she was so passive
That she used a hot glue gun to tuck it

Bobby, how could you write a poem like that about Nancy Isla?

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
If Minerva eats my pussy
Then I will eat hers, too.

Rising from a restless slumber
with torrid dreams and aching member
I recall the thousands painted, mincing in a row

The frocks so garish, the beat, an infection
the meat nightmarishly bound from inspection
smutty jokes and drama soaks the nature of the show

The fever swells like cock on fire
towering strumpets to admire
they've stood their ground and found a substance 'midst the hollow of this art

A wanton drive for love and lust,
shaved and plucked and primped and fussed,
held nothing back -we won't!, and thus, must evermore become the tart.

And on the left a line of hussies,
catty, vicious, strength in collective wit
self-preservation to the end, backstabbing every newfound friend

And through those sisters' animosity,
One cannot deny that cool ferocity
"Respect me at distance, I'll never spare my pride to bend"

Such a gaggle of hens could induce a fox
To put aside her synthetic locks
And find another farm from which to feed. A drat, a damn, a shame, indeed.

And on the Right, a solo beast,
One look, see something incomplete
Maybe she rushed to make the scene, only to be fodder for the mean.

"She tries too hard", "Her clothes don't work"
"Steamroll that obnoxious jerk"
"Thanks for the drink; now fuck off, you barstool-falling queen"

An equal blend of sour and sweet,
size twelve women's heels on size twelve men's feet
enough drink and enough smoke and she's an L.I.P. burden for said hens to choke

She's so glad to be OUT, she holds them with "the hook",
Which earns more dissent against her than her look,
Alas, there is no book of manners, for her or those who'd be gaslight planners

Such ugliness disturbs my rest,
It becomes them all not; we are not at all impressed
This wretch could be talked to, instead of dissed; tis more than her money that might be missed.

Does it take gates of steel to corral the poor broad?
If one did, would it bring a jeer or an applaud?
And that it might be a mission of mercy, what's it take to reverse the effect of Circe?

You amaze me. Pure genious.Keep it coming..

There was and old dyke from Manhattan
Who lived for the piss'n and scat'n
She'd watch lots of porn
Swallow peanuts and corn
Then crap in her sheets made of Satin.


Hmm I wonder if _______ will know this is about her??

Nancy will never know if we don't tell her.

But I'm gettin' outta here before Bobby gets back! This is a poetry nook.

I guess I am gonna have to write some stuff in here as well.. altho my poems arenot at all cheery.. But everything I have seen so far is just wonderful!

I t was nice to see him again
altho I wish it were for longer
our love grows stronger and stronger
the longer we spend time apart
I am usually happy when I see him
this time was different
He was so angry, and wouldnt tell me why
He wouldnt lie
in a few weeks I'll see him again
Then , then I'll find out whats wrong
Whats wrong? whats wrong I said
he turned and looked,
as he turned he shook
he shook with fear anger and rage
While on stage he was great
Afew weeks later I saw him again
He didnt get the part
Once again we were apart
His anger grew and grew
for he was a Jew
not by nationality but by religion
He told me he didnt get the part
Because of his religon at heart
The part was a small one
thats all it was
It meant alot to him
it does, it does
Well it did
I was forbidden to see him
his parents thought I was in part
I wasnt I loved him at heart
A few weeks later his final weeks
his final weeks of dread
soon he was dead- he died
not by homicide , it was suicide
he hung himself from a rope
for he had no hope
and I was lost and he was gone..gone..gone..
I wrote that in my sophomore year of high school, I kept a book of about 25 poems I wrote then. I was going thru alot in the all boys catholic high school I went to..

How did you sneak into an all boys school?

Helin, that was gorge.

Bloodhate #3

I was walking alone that night
I was thinking of the fright
the fright, the fright
the fright of walking alone
Although walking alone was alright
I was strangely walking into the night
the snow turned to slush
then to mush, to mush it turned
All of a sudden I felt something coming
Good I thought, they missed
There I stood looking, looking
looking for those
for those who show hate
they won't debate it
they just hate it
they dont even know me
they just see me
they've never even met me
don't let me- tell
Tell what is under this shell
for it will horrify
and deny you
of your free thoughts
Although it sounds distraught
So I thought
hey just ignore it
No! go for it
all my body was a rush
As I slowly gushed
The blood trickled down my neck
What the heck they got me-

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Whaah? I don;'t get it.

Well there is alot more where that came from

I hope more people will write!!