Poetry competition CLOSED 6th April 2015 9:27pm
WINNER
napnau
napnau
RUNNERS-UP:
Jestalessa
and David_Macleod
Senses
Soul and spirit
dusts floating
falling on leaves
on sleepy days
reflections
thinking of souls
where do they go
after they say
goodbye to mortal coils
leaves reflecting lights
as rain drops linger
to caress its velvet
green surface
spirits brave
why do they leave
when obstacles
get tougher
dusts fall quiet
on soils
becoming one
never seen again
Souls and spirits
together be one
apart be gone
to different zone.
dusts floating
falling on leaves
on sleepy days
reflections
thinking of souls
where do they go
after they say
goodbye to mortal coils
leaves reflecting lights
as rain drops linger
to caress its velvet
green surface
spirits brave
why do they leave
when obstacles
get tougher
dusts fall quiet
on soils
becoming one
never seen again
Souls and spirits
together be one
apart be gone
to different zone.
Common Sense
when you feel your ass hole tighten up
don't lighten up
that shit, literally, is wrong for you
be it a person, place or thing
listen to your ass hole
if you sweating from the pressure in your rectum
better check them, better disrespect them
and leave
don't be a tree, be a busy bee and get the moving
your ass hole clenching up is actually keeping your
ass alive
don't talk shit, zip it up, and get ghost
if you value your life and enjoy living
don't play around when your ass hole start heating up
pay attention to that rectum, respect your booty itch
and don't get caught up with no bitch or no snitch
split quick like cornflakes in milk
don't hang around waiting for angels to speak
or for God to shine a light
feel how your ass hole feels, because it's always right
so when you in doubt if this situation will work out
feel your ass hole, it has wisdom, it his holy
when you feel your ass hole tighten up
don't lighten up
that shit, literally, is wrong for you
be it a person, place or thing
listen to your ass hole
if you sweating from the pressure in your rectum
better check them, better disrespect them
and leave
don't be a tree, be a busy bee and get the moving
your ass hole clenching up is actually keeping your
ass alive
don't talk shit, zip it up, and get ghost
if you value your life and enjoy living
don't play around when your ass hole start heating up
pay attention to that rectum, respect your booty itch
and don't get caught up with no bitch or no snitch
split quick like cornflakes in milk
don't hang around waiting for angels to speak
or for God to shine a light
feel how your ass hole feels, because it's always right
so when you in doubt if this situation will work out
feel your ass hole, it has wisdom, it his holy
Anonymous
Madam Lavender,Orene,Grace ad Bo,
Thank you all for your fine entries
Thank you all for your fine entries
Senses
I choose blindness
As my selfish kindness
To save me from seeing
What hurts my well being
I don’t need to observe
What I don’t deserve
I do not witness
Your moral unfitness
To be my wife
I choose deafness
My hearing bereftness
To save me from hearing
Their jeering, you’re sneering
The audible is inaudible
Some would say applaudible
That I don't have to listen
To tales of who you’re kissin
You’re still my wife
I choose to be touchless
That way we argue much less
Expecting spousal rights
Always ending up in fights
Touching’s overrated
Despite feeling well castrated
It’s so much better we don’t touch
I don’t have to feel his crutch
You’re not his wife
I choose to be Tasteless
Therefore I waste less
Production of spit
When you don’t give a shit
I’d rather not taste
Your wanton disgrace
Your lips – sudden death
His cock on your breath
I still want you as my wife
I choose to be smellless
Improving my wellness
Avoiding your stink
Of sex and cheap drink
His aftershave
You always forgave
I can no longer discern
The mist from his sperm
You’re my wife
I need leave of all senses
And to rely on pretences
Oblivious to your offences
Indiscretion sequences
With no consequences
It should be incenses
But with low confidences
My smile still dispenses
I still jump over fences
To keep you, as my wife
I choose blindness
As my selfish kindness
To save me from seeing
What hurts my well being
I don’t need to observe
What I don’t deserve
I do not witness
Your moral unfitness
To be my wife
I choose deafness
My hearing bereftness
To save me from hearing
Their jeering, you’re sneering
The audible is inaudible
Some would say applaudible
That I don't have to listen
To tales of who you’re kissin
You’re still my wife
I choose to be touchless
That way we argue much less
Expecting spousal rights
Always ending up in fights
Touching’s overrated
Despite feeling well castrated
It’s so much better we don’t touch
I don’t have to feel his crutch
You’re not his wife
I choose to be Tasteless
Therefore I waste less
Production of spit
When you don’t give a shit
I’d rather not taste
Your wanton disgrace
Your lips – sudden death
His cock on your breath
I still want you as my wife
I choose to be smellless
Improving my wellness
Avoiding your stink
Of sex and cheap drink
His aftershave
You always forgave
I can no longer discern
The mist from his sperm
You’re my wife
I need leave of all senses
And to rely on pretences
Oblivious to your offences
Indiscretion sequences
With no consequences
It should be incenses
But with low confidences
My smile still dispenses
I still jump over fences
To keep you, as my wife
Anonymous
Thank you,David,for a fine entry!
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/images/uploads/poemimages/200333.jpg
Speak to Me
If I had only one sense,
I would choose to hear.
In a bedroom with only
the music of rain, I could
hear your softened breath, note
by note in a symphony of slow ecstasy.
Trembling, I hear your footsteps.
Closer. Closer. Your breathing
gone ragged now, I hear your sigh
as you hover your mouth above mine.
You know me, what sends me
over the edge. "Do you belong to me?"
you ask, the velvet cadence
of your voice with its ghostly
fingers making me ache to
splay myself open for you.
Finally, our bodies intertwined,
sweet arias of friction,
whispers of delicious things
that bring me
closer. Oh. So. Closer.
Oh, the grand finale,
stinging, strumming pleasure
resonating throughout the instrument
of my body and soul
as you moan and growl and sing
like a beast deep in the night,
Toni.
Speak to Me
If I had only one sense,
I would choose to hear.
In a bedroom with only
the music of rain, I could
hear your softened breath, note
by note in a symphony of slow ecstasy.
Trembling, I hear your footsteps.
Closer. Closer. Your breathing
gone ragged now, I hear your sigh
as you hover your mouth above mine.
You know me, what sends me
over the edge. "Do you belong to me?"
you ask, the velvet cadence
of your voice with its ghostly
fingers making me ache to
splay myself open for you.
Finally, our bodies intertwined,
sweet arias of friction,
whispers of delicious things
that bring me
closer. Oh. So. Closer.
Oh, the grand finale,
stinging, strumming pleasure
resonating throughout the instrument
of my body and soul
as you moan and growl and sing
like a beast deep in the night,
Toni.
Anonymous
Thank you,Toni,for a great entry!
Touch
In bed beside you feeling your warm body next to mine, so close
Feeling your fingertips lightly glide over the length of my spine
The palm of your hand on the small of my back hot breath
On my neck and shoulders lips on my earlobes
The touch of your knees and legs widening my thighs
As I feel the masculine presence of you upon me
Chills vibrations goose bumps and euphoria collide within
As you touch the inner sacred parts of my being
Your touch I've longed for
Your touch is what I need
Your touch as our bodies move in sync
Your touch rains over me freeing this bird from a place of confinement
Your touch makes the rivers flow
Your touch makes the rainbows glow
Your touch captures and lets me go
Falling into a dungeon of explicit lustful desire
All to be cradled forevermore in the touch that came from you
In bed beside you feeling your warm body next to mine, so close
Feeling your fingertips lightly glide over the length of my spine
The palm of your hand on the small of my back hot breath
On my neck and shoulders lips on my earlobes
The touch of your knees and legs widening my thighs
As I feel the masculine presence of you upon me
Chills vibrations goose bumps and euphoria collide within
As you touch the inner sacred parts of my being
Your touch I've longed for
Your touch is what I need
Your touch as our bodies move in sync
Your touch rains over me freeing this bird from a place of confinement
Your touch makes the rivers flow
Your touch makes the rainbows glow
Your touch captures and lets me go
Falling into a dungeon of explicit lustful desire
All to be cradled forevermore in the touch that came from you
Anonymous
Thank you,Nicole,for participating!
Anonymous
The sense of orgasm
I feel the orgasm when it cums
I see our cum when we orgasm
I definitely hear all that happens
Nothing like the scent of a women after climax
I love her taste after done my tappin
all of it means I'll soon be nappin
but put them all together
and and try to condense
The sex organs contain my favorite sense
I feel the orgasm when it cums
I see our cum when we orgasm
I definitely hear all that happens
Nothing like the scent of a women after climax
I love her taste after done my tappin
all of it means I'll soon be nappin
but put them all together
and and try to condense
The sex organs contain my favorite sense
Anonymous
CONGRATULATIONG, NAPAU, a fantastic poem that grabbed my attention right away!
David and Jestallesa,great works as well
Thanks to all participants!!!
David and Jestallesa,great works as well
Thanks to all participants!!!
