Poems About: LUST

In this page, poems on / about “lust” are listed.

  • 349.
    Everybody is out to make money

    Get rich or die trying
    In a world dominated by greed
    Where everybody from Corporations to the hustler on the street
    Is out to make a quick buck read more »

    Sinclair Azubuike
  • 350.
    Wish

    Legendary purple fairy
    Sprinking pixie dust
    A wicked spell so scary
    Turning hate to lust read more »

    Paul H Nelson
  • 351.
    I Saw a Little Boy Playing Without Toy

    I saw a little boy
    Playing without toy
    He was merry and gay
    In ecstasy, I can say read more »

    Shashikant Nishant Sharma
  • 352.
    Renunciation

    I shed my fear of God,
    Values for the acquired,
    And reverence for the heads,
    Having retired from the service. read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 353.
    Like thorns on a rose

    Alone you are but a gentle flower
    flowing in the brees,
    Powerless against nature's
    deadly tees. read more »

    Dawid Bartczak
  • 354.
    Immense peace

    There were four in number,
    All younger, one by two tens,
    Who all had been with me in some span
    And who had given to my scan read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 355.
    Love or Lust

    We though all that time
    We stayed because we loved
    Blinded by our true emotions
    It wasn't love read more »

    Briana Johnson
  • 356.
    bliss...

    if need be
    i have to sell my body
    and have a pact
    with God read more »

    RIC S. BASTASA
  • 357.
    Say Me Freak

    Say Me Freak
    =========

    Lust Schizophrenizes read more »

    Ricardo Antunes
  • 358.
    Who Is The Propeller?

    Is it that women reveal their body
    More and more because men wish so
    Or men started accepting it
    Because women want to reveal? read more »

    Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
  • 359.
    Don't

    Don’t take me to that place of lust
    where desire turns to deep disgust.
    Don’t take me to even greater depths
    where pleasure sinks to deep regrets. read more »

    Orlando Belo
  • 360.
    Cut

    Cut My wrists, watch the crimson fall,
    Open my veins, look at the puddle,
    Laughing gently,
    You love the pain, read more »

    Crimson Love
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