Paris Journal (James Douglas Morrison Poems)
So much forgotten alreadySo much forgottenSo much to forgetOnce the idea of purityborn, all was lostirrevocablyThe Black Musicianin a house ...
Poems about cunt (20 Poems)
The Female Genitals (Gwerful Mechain Poems)
Every foolish drunken poet,boorish vanity without ceasing,(never may I warrant it,I of great noble stock,)has always declaimed fruitless praisein song ...
Cleveland: The Rectal Eye Visions (D A Levy Poems)
"1.WARMING UP THE BOXdelivered on time to persons with city & state line bearing only the words DEATH CITY - ...
Leah Sublime (Aleister Crowley Poems)
Leah Sublime,Goddess above me!Snake of the slimeAlostrael, love me!Our master, the devilProspers the revel.Tread with your footMy heart til it ...
Against A Sickness: To The Female Double Principle God (Alan Dugan Poems)
She said: "I'm god and all of this and that world and love garbage and slaughter all the time and ...
Love Again (Philip Larkin Poem)
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he's taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, ...
V (Tony Harrison Poem)
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The Shower (Charles Bukowski Poem)
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
This Then (Charles Bukowski Poems)
it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a cock and here's a ...
The Most (Charles Bukowski Poems)
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in drag here comes nothing to do all day long ...
Like A Flower In The Rain (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I cut the middle fingernail of the middle finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt ...
A Satyre on Charles II (John Wilmot Poems)
In th' isle ...
Upon His Drinking a Bowl (John Wilmot Poems)
Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask ...
Song (John Wilmot Poems)
Quoth the Duchess of Cleveland to counselor Knight, "I'd fain have a prick, knew I how to come by't. I ...
The Imperfect Enjoyment (John Wilmot Poems)
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
An Allusion to Horace (John Wilmot Poems)
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
A Ramble in St. James’s Park (John Wilmot Poems)
Much wine had passed, with grave discourse Of who fucks who, and who does worse (Such as you usually do ...
Bridge Over The Aire Book 3 (Barry Tebb Poems)
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...