Juices Poems - Poems about Juices

Everyone’s creative juices, Tucked away inside, Might show up at different times Or always seem to hide. For I believe that each of us Is capable enough To use his talents to produce Some quite amazing stuff. No matter what the outlet –...Read the rest...

She says this vape tastes more like coconuts and chemicals. I personally found it to taste like fruit from the tropicals. Now the hazelnut vape stick is part of my personals....Read the rest...

sweet is the nectar chosen you are a flower milkweed and aster ~ favorite blossom preference "bee" popular pollinated plants ~ borage bee come in inside me lick access my nectar juices source ~ daisies water me my patient honey...Read the rest...

I have learned to say more with less: not that my works are noticeably shorter—though, Lord knows I try! But when creative juices are flowing, my pen lifted by currents, swept away, leaving no rivers their banks unmarked, nor seas their coasts...Read the rest...

Drowning in my own angry juices Killing myself not so softly Because she has hurt my feelings again Because she is selfish and it makes me sad Letting unkind thoughts consume me Drowning myself with rage, which is helping...Read the rest...

thats why thats why honey! you know thats why cause i didn't understand what you were conveying thats why thats why baby that why i still want you as my woman thats why! speak it undefined to make mention maybe people will pay attention really I know and so do others find...Read the rest...

Daisy bugs and butterfly juices Garden magic. Lemon deuces. Fresh rose petals all around. Fat finger curls so sassy and sound. Black patent leather shoes Spit and polished. Here is the news. 60’s...Read the rest...

As Hard As Rock by Nina Dalin 14th May 2019 - Sexual Comedy And John said “Olegs cock is as hard as rock ?When Monica Miguel enters the room”? He approaches her without realisation? That His cock is sticking...Read the rest...

I love how the moon look in the sky, it is clear in the crystal rain, I love how the two different moons, look, that I described it/they are in the sky, it appear in the night sky, when it...Read the rest...

A wagon wheel in a sunset is never content with wearing a dress for it is quite partial to jumpers when it is eighty-three degrees Celsius. Excommunicated meal worms in favourite displays of rancid carious...Read the rest...

Gliding through her soft blue skies... Her pink pillows; perfumed, in pastel cries....Read the rest...

Juices are flowing Like fine red wine Wetting my appetite A shower of rhyme A storm of ideas Rain down on me Quenching my zeal A creative sea Rivers of words Relieve my thirst Drowning in pools Of eloquent verse Flooding my soul With waters so deep Filling my...Read the rest...

Small sour waits for ripening sun, soaking up warm rays 'til plum coloured sweet upon the tongue. Plum coloured sweet upon the tongue merry mixed with old and young naked feet, then danced upon. Young naked feet then danced upon sweetness ripened...Read the rest...

Creative Juices My creative juices aren’t flowing right now, I wish I could start them, but I don’t know how. Words and rhymes are hard to find, As if their lost in the back of my...Read the rest...