Blind My Love
Blind my love for all
You beautyful whore
My love for her
Not one my heart won.
The whore it was
Hacked my heart
Made of stone
Amidst this cold.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The DirtyWhore
The Dirty Whore
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
With her heavy hips and juicy lips
She is bound by her pimp who gives her, her daily dose
Crack Coke heroine or lsd
In them she her emotions pores
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
As she tickles your dick and gives you new kicks
Biting down your balls to take it all
She massages your chest as she bears her breasts
Coming close yet staying a far
As her panties she removes to make new moves
Saddeling up your prick up and down she rolls
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Her job is tough her beat is rough
Pimps and pushers her companions at night
She dines with gangsters and cops alike
Getting paid well and getting beaten at times
Taking pills to giving new thrills
Whore whore whore the dirty little whore
Either at street corners, in bazaar's or mandi's
My friends you are bound to meet this raandi
500 for a blow 5000 for a shag
She even carries rubbers in her bag
To please you is her job
But you of your morality she will rob
Beware of the whore the dirty little whore
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Mother's love...
Once a mother’s son
Fell in love with a whore
She robbed him of all his belongings
He was left with nothing more.
That woman’s heart
was full of lust and desire
not able to fulfill her demands
He found himself in mire.
One day he promised
To bring her anything that she wanted
Hearing this, the woman felt exalted
it was his mother’s heart
that she now demanded.
Blind in her love
the son agreed
To fulfill her desire
born out of
jealously and greed.
The son demanded from his mother her heart
Said he would die without his lover’s love
Mother moved by his son’s dilemma
Cut her chest and gave him her heart
Said, my son, this from your mother
to you with love.
The Son had a gleam in his eyes
In his hand he held his mother’s heart high
He slipped while going to visit the whore
He and the heart both fell on the floor.
The son stood up
And neatly tucked in his shirt
The heart worriedly asked
Are you alright my son?
I hope you are not hurt!
(10.09.2011; New Delhi; India)
poem by Anshul Gupta
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Whore! ! !
Whore! ! !
Man meets woman she was working the night
Man falls in love boy she had him in her sight
Man says the Thunderbolt struck, she uses it to take all his might
Whore! ! !
Man makes so many mistakes including divorcing his wife
Man gives woman EVERYTHING his body, his soul, his life
Man leaves all that he knows behind in just two weeks with the woman, only now he feels the knife
Whore! ! !
Man provides and protects the woman taking all her cares away
Man completely changes his life thinking that God blessed him that day
Man shuts out all his friends to make more time only for her, all he wants is for her to stay
Whore! ! !
Man is stunned and shocked when the woman won't defend
Man knows this is the issue and he will no longer pretend
Man sees the woman for who she really was and knows he cannot mend
Whore! ! !
Man is torn, twisted like a knife in his throat and he can't breathe
Man knows woman has done this before but yet he still doesn't want her to leave
Man begs, pleads, bears his soul, loves her with every fiber of his being and still will believe
Whore! ! !
Man learns even more about the woman and cannot believe what he hears
Man is told woman just did it with another poor sap, now he realizes his fears
Man knows now there's no honesty or loyalty with the woman, says no more years
Whore! ! !
Man thinks this whole love thing is just a bunch of bunk
Man now knows this woman was and is a Whore! , but he's strong and refuses to be in a funk
Man is done with the Whore! , and all the girls are back on me, yeah they love doing the dunk
Blind Love
Words and music by tom waits
Now youre gone
And its hotels and whiskey and sad luck days
And I dont care if they miss me
I never remember their names
They say if you get far enough away
Youll be on your way back home
Well Im at the station
And I cant get on the train
Must be blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love
Well the streets turning blue
The dogs are barking and the night has come
And its tears that are falling
From these brown eyes now
And I wonder where you are
And I whisper your name
(I whisper your name)
And the only way to find you
Is if I close my eyes
And find you with my blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
Stone blind love
Oh its blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
The only kind of love is stone blind love
Oh blind love
Blind love
Stone blind love
song performed by by Bob Seger
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The Whore
Written by John Mellencamp
And now I must face
The crowd once again
The curtain is calling
And the show must begin
The lights grow dim on the floor
And they call me the whore, oh yeah
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
They call me the whore
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Madonna Whore
What are you thinking when you're looking at me
What can you tell me of reality?
I'm only woman... not just a Fantasy
and the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
What are you thinking when you push me away
Was it some promise in your youth you made?
Holding out for something or hoping to be saved
Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
I don't know
if you say so
got so many do's and don'ts my head is spinning
Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
maybe everything could use a little sinning
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore
Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Whore
Stomach is making
Whore...?
Whore is making a
Sex...
Not...
Life making a sexy
whore with out money...
whore is not sex...
Sex is life...
Whore do only is
Wonder full earn with
Full fill the stomach...
Give to bad Sex....? ? ?
or good sex...! ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The whore fares
The whore is the woman
Who sells her body, not her heart.
In adultery, the woman
Sells, bodily or not, the very heart.
A cuckold is more ill fated
Than one whose wife was a whore.
24.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I've been Hacked! ! !
i've been hacked, hacked
cut, cutting
my gentle words
my kind heart
HE cut my fingers my ideas too
in a crowd of sad poets
Made me me in pieces
try to speak for me
For some
For all of us! !
He has no ideas to cut
He has no talent to cut
He has only a hacked soul
he does not know what love is
And LOVE is our task
Because Poet we are! ! !
Shard of blurry glass he is
Shard of limpid crystal we are! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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You Are A Stone Hearted
You are a stone hearted
that so my heart is bleeding
with your one hit
What my fragile heart will understand
harshness of your heart and
what your heart will understand
delicacy of my heart
My heart is more placid
than petal of any flower
Your heart is stone
that can overcome high tides of oceans
No fire can burn your heart
because you are a stone hearted
My heart can fuse with your little love
that so I hug without any care
or dare for life and death
My heart is a flower
Your heart is a stone
As a stone I worship your heart
offer my flower heart
Either you love or kick off
But my heart is made to adore you only.
poem by Ramesh Rai
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Corean Whore Husband
Corean whore husband
Corean whore husband
One is a whore the other is a eunuch
How interesting this couple is
On the ship the other never saw?
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Love Needs A Heart
(by lowell george, valerie carter & jackson browne)
Maybe the hardest thing Ive ever done
Was to walk away from you
Leaving behind the life that wed begun
I split myself in two
Proud and alone, cold as a stone
Rolling down that hill into the night
I could see the surprise and the hurt in your eyes
From behind each flashing city light
Love needs a heart and I need to find
If loves needs a heart like mine
Love wont come near me, she dont even hear me
She walks past my vacancy sign
Love needs a heart, trusting and blind
I wish that heart was mine
Proud and alone, cold as a stone
Im afraid to believe the things I feel
I can cry with the best I can laugh with the rest
But Im never sure when its real
And it may be the hardest thing Ive ever done
But apart from all that I hope to find
Wheres the heart thats been looking for mine?
I hope it finds me in time
Love needs a heart and I need to find
If love needs a heart like mine
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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5 Till
The holiday of love is within the week
And not a shred of hope is there
I will not connect my heart is weak
No-one is for me no love is to share
It's insane how I feel
In a town where I am hated
By the people who listen
To fake tempers escalated
Where people will judge you long before
They even know your name
If you're pretty you're still a whore
Even on Saint Valentine's Day
So if you are out there
And valentine less as well
This is for you if you care
My heart is up for sale
Only five more days until the day
Where love is made and broken
For most of you I bid adieu
Through words forever spoken
poem by Matt Burgett
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The Beautyful Woman
The beautyful woman
Is diception herself.
her character iritates
and her love destroys
mans heart,
her threat turn men
To cawards
her presence is an
undesiring necessity.
Many a man cant live
without the beautyful
woman
but a few can manage
without the beauty.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Heavens Whore
Touch the sky
Kiss the sun
All the strings of Heaven
Were left undone
The first temptation of Eve
Turning men from Christ
Tore open her soul
Letting rebels into paradise
God screamed
God raged
For it was he
That Eve betrayed
Hell swung open its doors
Welcoming Eve
Heavens Whore
Adam bowed his head
In shame
Clinging to Eden
All in vain
He ate the fruit
That took his soul
Laid his head in the lap
Of Heavens Whore
Carnal Knowledge
Turned Eve’s soul cold
Lust was born
Of Heaven’s Whore
Satan smiled
His treasure to behold
He turned Eve
Into the harvester of souls
A woman on a pale horse
The prophets knew
Eve is
Heaven’s Whore
Carnal knowledge
Creation of God
The serpents tongue
Caressed Eve’s thought
Held evil in her hand
All the pleasures
Of the Promised Land
God denied, Satan coerced
And Eve was branded
Heaven’s Whore
Some say Eve fell
From the heights of Heaven
To the depths of Hell
In a dark embrace
Treason at her breast
Poison in her veins
Took man into her arms corrupted to the core
As Satan kissed the lips
Of Heaven’s Whore
poem by Haley Revell
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White Supremacist Racist Whore
White Supremacist Racist Whore
Wants interaction
Nothing more
If you think whore's poems lack some class
Then stick you head
Right up your arse
poem by David Keig
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Whore Stories
What were they to do?
Two in love...
And busted.
Downsized to be laid.
Not a dime between them saved,
But needs gave in to temptation.
And yet,
They wanted to keep their passions kept...
In a condo about to be foreclosed.
A firestorm descended,
And ended their lifestyle quick.
Losing a happiness and glory...
The beginning of the ever spinning,
Whore Stories.
She slept with him.
And did not care...
She was both a slut and a has been,
With eccentric flair.
She's a trick
Making a quick sex visit.
And he got his off and split!
He did his thing.
That he did.
With one night stands,
Flings and other street 'things'.
Hoping to take the sting,
Out of his broken heart.
Worn on a musty sleeve.
And reeking of alcohol.
And she knew that too!
But it only takes one fool...
To do all that's done,
To make two fools from one.
Doing their best to impress,
With expressions of bitterness.
And these Whore Stories find continuance.
Continuing as they do.
When one will find dissatisfaction...
In times that don't agree,
Or deliver on demand service.
The making of Whore Stories,
Just gets a bit mo' ho-ish!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Much condemnation
On Whore - her's, but every client
Is a Whore – he... too
haiku by Ken e Hall
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My heart has more rooms in it than a whore house.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez in Love in the Time of Cholera (1985)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Cold is The Heart
Cold is the heart of the man who lets no one into his life.
Cold is the heart of the woman who has lost her love.
Cold is the heart of the girl who is better than everyone around her.
Cold is the heart of the man who fights only for himself.
Cold is the heart of the Teenager who needs and wants no one in his life.
Cold is the heart of the cocky young man.
Cold is the heart of the Criminal who is not forgiven for what he has done.
Cold is the heart of the Widow who is left alone in this world.
Cold is the heart of the woman angry at love.
Cold is the heart of the angry young man.
Cold is the heart of the one who does not laugh, and will not smile.
Cold is the heart of the woman who feels no love, and feels no pain.
Cold is the heart of the Businessman who claws his way to the top.
Cold is the heart of the child who feels left out while the others play.
Cold is the heart of the man who denies his emotions freedom.
Coldness in the heart is an absence of love.
It is the feeling of Loneliness,
The presence of Anger,
The lack of Respect,
And the loss of emotion.
It is found in the joyless,
In the emotionless,
And in the inhospitable.
It is a trait of the passionless,
Of the unconcerned,
Of the unsympathetic,
And in those who deny the truth.
But through love any heart can be warmed.
poem by Trever Barlow
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