Most Commented Anagram Poems (16)

elixir,emulsion,emanation
mystic impregnation
impulse...
touching your body of emotions
sensual note jumble...
roseblood,blue night carnation
black desire
provocative aroma...

Always trouble ahead,
So much trouble behind,
If I can't discover,
A way to hover,
Over this darkened cover,
I think I'll lose my mind,

In my home there's a room,
Shut in like a tomb,
And so disguise the lies,
Muffle my anguished cries,
That are so Horribly Unkind,

The glittering sparkles on a distant shore,
A ship set adrift forevermore,
Draws me falsely to delusionary hope,
I will no, not ever,
Find a way to cope,

Disguising the lying,
Muffle anguished crying,
Listen to my mournful sighing,

Sparkling glitter,
On a distant shore,
I am dying,
I have lost my
mind,
So Horribly,
Unkind

She flew her glider off the Blorenge*
For she had a bird-like skill;-
And the flimsy craft was orange;-
('Twas launched from that mighty hill).

It took a long walk to arrange;-
This courageous act of will;-
To first mount this rill (or range);-
(The braveness does impress me still).

Her name was Angela (or 'Ange');-
She lived down by the old stone mill;-
Her surname could be "Gorringe"?**
Yes, I think that fits the bill!


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We invent a million excuses for not attempting the things we have always wished to do, finding new reasons to put off new experiences. We all have an instrument we want to play, language we want to speak, skill we want to develop or improve. For some reason, we don’t-speak wait and think we’re too late to the game too old, too busy. Take this book, opportunity, to be the push off
the starting block you needed. Begin-today. Whatever the thing is that you’ve convicted yourself you’re incapable of starting, start.all of us out here, are waiting to read this book you haven’t started,
Listen to the song you were supposed to write, hear you laugugae
You’ll need to go to all place you were born to vist. This simply an extension of the challenge we just presented you this is push to starting the thing you’ve been waiting to start, the big thin, the lingering wish in back of your mind. So please, we urge you,try.

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This is my new poem
I'm just testing
This is my new poem
I'm just testing

I am wondering where is true love..
Once I lost love.. And it was painful..
I was thinking of that..was it true love
Might be not
If you love somebody seriously, you need to be patient sometime
That is also from love.
And you can try to make good relationship with that
Love is patient from kindness
Kindness is from love
Understanding also from love
Being helpful also from love
And forgiveness
It is not easy to find these..
We need to be seeker if you want
But if you deserve to get true love,
God will give us
Trust it
Pray for it
For our true happiness
And polish your heart
Our happiness is from only true love
But I still do not know where is my true love
I’ll pray quietly..

trapped in her breath,took to her arms, engrossed in her ice-sharp eyes. Ripped away my soul she bled.. taking all we dreamt,all we ever dare to shed. we gazed above to the twilight sky burning souls of know what why...? flushing away the cold of day such a daring child in a grown up way. that i slept those moments dream to dust, and be so man,his servant lust...thus take all our bread but leave thee must..!

after a zazen session;
a crafty disciple,
asked master oshiba,a question:
-honourable master whats behind
the door of knowledge ?
-how to kill the eternity ?
retorted master oshiba.

I woke up up to walk I walk walk lonely In a lonely street i walk In a lonely corner i stay while lonely lovely appear to a lonely bird with lovely lonely heart.

My first time occured in a barn.
There was a peaceful quiteness unlike any song.
She stood there and looked at me with those eyes.
Why me I thought, as I wondered why.

My first time may be unlike many others first times.
There was no beer or whisky or wine and dine.
It was only her and I in a moment to share.
A moment that was braught on by a simple dare.
She turned her head to show me her smooth neck.
She look back at me again wondering what the heck.
Then I approached her slowly and placed my hand on her back.
Where she made a gentle sound as I gave a gentle pat.

My first time is something I will never forget.
We just came in from the rain that made us wet.
After the pat on her back, I ran my hand up to her head.
This is the moment where she began to beg.
I ran my finger tip around her ear and down to her chin.
At this moment, I didn't know if what we were going to do was a sin.
I ran my finger tips gently down the front of her neck, to her shoulder.
I ran my hand gently and slowly all over.
I ran my finger tips down her side.
She wiggled a little and kicked me and I almost cried.
Didnt try to tickle her again after that moment of pain.
I ran my finger tips down her thigh, then I lost my keys in the floor drain.
Instead of trying to find those keys that fell out of my shirt pocket.
We settled near a few bails of hay where we unlocked it.
Gently I grabbed her and stroked up and down.
Slowly at first but as time went on, I knew we were going to be going down town.
Faster and faster till she squirted all over the place.
On my arms, my hands, my chest and my face.

My first time was unimaginable and full of wow.
This was my first time milking a cow.