Poetry to reflect your mood.

[Curvaceous Kate]

We have music to reflect your mood, but what about words? Words can express so much if chosen well.

Here is a poem to reflect my current mood.

Title: To Sincerity
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

O sweet sincerity! -
Where modern methods be
What scope for thine and thee?

Life may be sad past saying,
Its greens for ever graying,
Its faiths to dust decaying;

And youth may have foreknown it,
And riper seasons shown it,
But custom cries: "Disown it:

"Say ye rejoice, though grieving,
Believe, while unbelieving,
Behold, without perceiving!"

- Yet, would men look at true things,
And unilluded view things,
And count to bear undue things,

The real might mend the seeming,
Facts better their foredeeming,
And Life its disesteeming.

[UKHeather]

I just had a hot wet orgasm
I'm a woman who normally has 'em
It's a terrible habit, my big purple rabbit

This poem really isn't sarcasm..

[Curvaceous Kate]

I just had a hot wet orgasm
I'm a woman who normally has 'em
It's a terrible habit, my big purple rabbit

This poem really isn't sarcasm..

Well you tried Heather and that's what counts.

[kerry lad in town]

Female Escort (Women)

Freaky kind of lady toy
Every lesbian's fantasy come true and then some
Make you moan, sweat and keep on coming back for more
All that you want is what I got to give
Love me, lick me and ride me raw
Ecstasy can be yours for free tonight if just ask me nice
Eager and wet for me yet, babes?
So many of you, so little time
Can't ever seem to get enough of your hot hot sexual sweat
Over and over and over again I see all of you
In the heated ogasmic glory of my dreams
Running your slender fingers over my long lean perfect body
Tell me all you lovely loves of mine out there tonight

Do you dream of this kinky female escort too?

2008 Ramona Thompson

[UKHeather]

Well you tried Heather and that's what counts.

Yes Miss Do I get a smiley face for effort?

[SophieX]

I just had a hot wet orgasm
I'm a woman who normally has 'em
It's a terrible habit, my big purple rabbit

This poem really isn't sarcasm..

No, i've seen it with my own eyes 4a.m on a sleepless morning, that'll teach me not to sleepwalk

[UKHeather]

no, i've seen it with my own eyes 4a.m on a sleepless morning, that'll teach me not to sleepwalk :d

pmsl!!!!!

[mer]

No, i've seen it with my own eyes 4a.m on a sleepless morning, that'll teach me not to sleepwalk

i could imigine you sleep walking

wopity doo here comes sophie down the stairs sleep walking... omg where is she going..... looks like she is going over to the fridge what the hell is she doing... ok she is now opening the fridge.. omg she has a boob out!! i repeat she has a boob out!! ... it apears she is putting her breasts in the fridge yes you heard me the breasts are in the fridge .. my god what sort of dream is she having.... cooling down your breasticles ehh

[Dub Lad]

*Clears throat*

Last

For everything there must be a last,
A last minute, a last hour, a last day, month or year,
A last drink, a last coke, a last scotch or beer.

A last love, a last kiss, a last hug, a last heart or rage,
or even a last word written on a page.

But the worst last is your last breath because what's to follow will surely be your death.

[mexicanmagic]

W.B.Yeats will be spinning in his grave