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Dirty Poetry From Mind of Ivan L. Moody: 1

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You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight, Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.” — “ Putting in the Seed” by Robert Frost So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and consuming.” ― “ Untitled” by Michael Faudet" The first time we made love I realized why I never prayed. One human can only say ‘Oh God’ so many times.” — “ The Atheist” by Megan Falley The form has inspired both imitations and satires. In reply to Christopher Marlowe’s shepherd, who begged his nymph to "Come live with me and be my love," Sir Walter Raleigh let his nymph knowingly reply:

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License my roving hands, and let them go, Before, behind, between, above, below. O my America! my new-found-land, My kingdom, safeliest when with one man mann’d, My Mine of precious stones, My Empirie, How blest am I in this discovering thee! To enter in these bonds, is to be free; Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.” ― “To His Mistress Going to Bed” by John Donne Plus, whether you’re trying to seduce a new dating app match, reignite an old flame with an ex, or keep the romance alive with your partner, the sexual poems are like The Move for not only heating up the moment, but also seeming like you actually paid attention in high school literature class. (Win-win.) A.N: Golly this is...old old old. I found it in one of my folders and laughed at the absurdity. I'm about to get married now. To a wonderful man. Not the man in this poem. That one really actually was a ****. Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds on which you lay, but also those desires for you that glowed plainly in the eyes, and trembled in the voice—and some chance obstacle made futile. Now that all of them belong to the past, it almost seems as if you had yielded to those desires—how they glowed, remember, in the eyes gazing at you; how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.” — “ Body Remember” by Constantine Cavafy The title reminds me of dirty pretty poetry which I first came across on allpoetry.com where I used to post almost daily but now spurt out a few poems per year or two.Nailing down the best erotic poetry is difficult because preferences and tastes vary so greatly from person to person. This is great news! It means we have a variety of erotic poems to read that maximize and diversify our concept of sexiness.

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Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we cut the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me. ” ― “ Recreation” by Audre Lorde I think one of the best ones was near the end. The second to last, in fact – “Lullaby for Sadness.”I am hypnotized. Sleepwalking to the rhythm of your words, Never wishing to wake.” — “ Hypnotized” by Michael Faudet The Funeral Blues writer’s influence was debated throughout his life among early twentieth century literary types in his native England, especially in the shadow of other poetic giants like T.S. Eliot. But the New York School of poets, including John Ashbery, later embraced him. In this section from his poem Babies in Their Mothers’ Arms , he writes about, ahem, "self-love": Ask any literary type who the best living poet is, and Heaney’s name will inevitably be in the mix. The winner of countless literary awards, including the 1995 Nobel Prize, he was called “the most important Irish poet since Yeats” by former Poet Laureate Robert Lowell. But Heaney is also known to sometimes write suggestively cheeky poetry as well. His poem Victorian Guitar includes the epigraph “Inscribed ‘Belonged to Louisa Catherine Coe before her marriage to John Charles Smith, March 1852’,” and features the following stanzas:

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