Framarz Bagheri

Rookie - 117 Points (1962 / Lahijan-Iran)

Framarz Bagheri Poems

161. Kill Bill 9/27/2008
162. Kiss Her In The Rain 11/24/2008
163. Lahijan On My Mind 2/14/2009
164. Legacy Of Fear 9/2/2009
165. Lemon Fingers 8/31/2010
166. Let It Be Wild 8/26/2009
167. Let Me Love You From An Alley To A Street 11/23/2009
168. Let Me Love You More 2/10/2010
169. Let Me Touch Your Shadow 8/30/2009
170. Let Spring Steal Our Hearts 4/26/2009
171. Life In The Bag 11/29/2008
172. Life In The Sack 9/22/2009
173. Like Milan Kundera His Novels 3/11/2009
174. Lion And Spring 3/4/2009
175. Lived Apart 9/27/2008
176. Living In A Storyless City 10/20/2009
177. Loneliness 5/28/2012
178. Love Carnivorous 11/14/2009
179. Love Diet 9/21/2009
180. Love In The Raw 1/17/2009
181. Love Journey 2/10/2010
182. Madmoiselle Of Change 1/21/2009
183. Magic Pastry 9/27/2008
184. Making Love Early In The Morning 11/22/2008
185. Metallica 11/23/2008
186. Metamorphosis 11/23/2008
187. Minotaur 12/7/2008
188. Miracle Of A Whore 2/14/2009
189. Monday Morning 3/10/2009
190. Mouth Wide Shut 11/9/2008
191. Movie Of The Year 11/22/2008
192. Mr. Eastern 7/26/2008
193. Muse 12/13/2009
194. My Autumn Girl 9/9/2009
195. My Beautiful Lady 12/3/2008
196. My Beautiful Mermaid 4/26/2009
197. My Breakfast Today 6/28/2014
198. My Deary Poem Eater 12/1/2008
199. My Friend Lift 12/3/2008
200. My Lolita 12/14/2008
Best Poem of Framarz Bagheri

God Is Beauty

The beauty of a lady

Spreading love on Internet

The beauty of the first kiss

On the corner of a dark room

The beauty of a crow

Pecking the food into grasses

The beauty of the skins

The beauty of the smile

Of a pretty girl

The beauty of the morning light

The beauty of a queer feeling

Under the shadow of a tree

The beauty of the sparrows

Bathing in the pond

The beauty of the unknowns

The beauty of forgiveness

The beauty of solitude

At a goodbye party

The beauty of a ...

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Soliloquy

Mild ray of sun
Pale colors of leaves
Wetness of virgin lips
Silky tits
Mud in the flower pots
Water dripping from your skin
On my tongue
Since I learned how to fall
Without getting hurt

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