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Best Poems About / On LUST
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The glory of lust
Lust, Lust. Its worst
Many burst.
Lust is not a ghost,
Nor a devil, nor a peril.
The tender grass on a rocky patch
Is tender to taste for the toothless
Cow, old enough to die.
It is lust. Who can hate.
Lust, Lust, Its the best
All murmur in secret.
01.05.2002, pakd
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
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The Lust We Fought For
The lust we fought for in now just a pile of ash.
The lust we fought for was a lie to it's very last.
The lust we fought for burns in my memory every night.
The kust we fought for wasn't worth it's own right.
The lust we fought for seemed so out of control.
The lust we fought for only needed us to grab ahold.
So the lust we fought for wasn't lust at all.
Indeed it was love that made our great fall.
The lust we fought for keeps me crying at night.
The lust we fought for has me praying to turn it right.
The lust we fought for makes me miss you more.
The lust we fought for broke my heart to it's core.
The lust we fought for brings out a million tears.
The lust we fought for challenged all of my fears.
So the lust we fought for was the pain i deserved to face.
Indeed it was love from that magically beautiful place.
The lust we fought for is now gone up in flames...
Because I now know that the lust we fought for was real all the same.
Erin Grantham
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Lust
Lust, a burning, searing flame
that creeps through your veins.
Lighting you up with a hot,
fiery passion, it moves ever so quickly.
A feeling to love or hate,
It makes you feel so alive.
It is a sin, a lovely yet...
deadly sin, burning ever so fast.
Lust is love, lust is passion
Lust is many things...
Yet it is mainly just,
what it is, lust...
Christina Bruce
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And I Lust
And I lust
lust for feeling
As I watch it crumble to dust
And stand in its majestic ruin
Readily do I sit in solitude weeping
Grieving the severance of my hopes
Without ever speaking of how I
Claw open the eyes of those dreaming
As I lust
lust for meaning
And watch as it turn to dusk
Standing around its majestic ruin
Verily have I been broken
Inevitable that it should happen again
But have I not also spoken
Words to the effect of causing an end
To their lust
Or rather its hopefulness
As they watch it crumble to dust
And stand in its majestic ruin
There is no puzzle to be a part of
And I am a key which fits in no lock
Hasan Ali
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