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Grace (IDryad)
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May December romance

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Oh Grace darlin love this. So honest, romantic, and sensual dearheart. To be loved and to dance with caring partner. Effected by you and your lovliness and partnership, and uneffected in any deficiency by your aging (Grace)
Just lovely this, and thank you for taking my comments on your first poem, a superb one, for exactly what they were. Just a question, not a judgement or lack of apprection for its quality.

You havea made me a happy girl. 🌜🌛

This is gorgeous.

poet Anonymous

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Grace
IDryad
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calamitygin said:Oh Grace darlin love this. So honest, romantic, and sensual dearheart. To be loved and to dance with caring partner. Effected by you and your lovliness and partnership, and uneffected in any deficiency by your aging (Grace)
Just lovely this, and thank you for taking my comments on your first poem, a superb one, for exactly what they were. Just a question, not a judgement or lack of apprection for its quality.

You havea made me a happy girl. 🌜🌛

This is gorgeous.


Ooo...thank you. humbled that you liked it.

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd June 2015
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I really loved this Miss Sub and understand your attraction to an older man. Father issue's? Get along with mine fine. I too appreciate experience and an older man's finesse with body and mind.
Your poem illustrates this gooorgeously. Yes, the wisdom in his skin. And possibly, though conscious is clear, a renewal in woman's youth and expert blowjob! It certainly doesn't hurt anybody does it.
Thanks for your fabulous entry!

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
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dappled mare (tanka)

change for my fifty
got two twenties and more back
Autumned southern belle
two eager colts spy this mare
my canter makes them thunder

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Oh Lobo! That is very clever word play, got two twenties and more back.

Stands grand on its own. Short n power packed.

Would like more, because I enjoy both the poem and you. But see why you shouldn't touch it.

Veerry cool doll, v cool.

Jennifer

J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 20th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 218

First time


I was 15    
it was my first "big" summer party.    
   
I was alone, sanding by the wall.    
   
You, older, 20?    
You, strawberry blond hair,    
tanned legs, and a not so shy smile.    
   
From across the room,    
you walked up to me and said,    
"Follow me."    
   
I did.    
   
Behind the closed door, you undid one button after another,    
pushed my shirt off my shoulders;    
it hung down from the waist of my jeans.    
   
You said,    
"Unbutton me."    
   
I did.    
   
Your blouse hung undone from your cut off jeans;    
you weren't wearing a bra;    
your breasts were small;    
your nipples were perfect.    
   
You knelt before me,    
removed my sandals,    
undid the three buttons of my jeans;    
and slid them to my ankles.    
   
As you stood, you said,    
"Remove mine."    
   
I did.    
   
Your flip-flops were tossed aside,    
and I slid your tight cut offs down to your feet.    
   
You smiled, stepped out of your cut offs, and said,    
"Step out of yours."    
   
I did.    
   
You hooked your thumb in the waist of my boxers,    
pulled them out from my waist,    
hooked your big toe in the waist,    
and pushed them down to my feet.    
   
You said,    
"Step out of them."    
   
I did.    
   
You said,    
"Your turn, remove mine."    
   
I did but not the way you removed mine.    
I used both hands, running them down your legs.    
Your bikinis slid to your feet.    
and you stepped out of them.    
   
The tan of your legs went all the way up    
showing that you were a natural strawberry blond.    
   
Using your hands, you pull me back to standing,    
stopping me from staring.    
   
You moved your mouth to mine,    
kissed me,    
and pressed your tongue in to my mouth.    
   
You said    
"Kiss me back."    
   
I did    
and our tongues caressed each other.    
   
Your hand wrapped around me    
and led me to the bed.    
   
You said    
"Follow me."    
   
I did, considering what your hand was gripping,    
how could I not?    
   
And sat next to you.    
   
You laid back on the bed, separated your legs,    
and said, "Touch me."    
   
I did,    
laying next to you,    
my fingers massaged you.    
   
Your other hand went around my waist    
gripped my butt cheek, hard.    
   
You said    
"Hold me closer to you."    
   
I did    
my hand gripped your butt cheek,    
we pulled together,    
I felt your nipples touch my chest,    
while your hand stroked me,    
and my finger rubbed you.    
   
You said,    
"Move you finger."    
   
I did    
and you guided me in.    
   
You said.    
"Fuck me."    
   
I did.

gardenlover
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 23awards
Joined 19th Aug 2012
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Girl in my head

There's a girl in my head
But not in my bed
I wish she would text me today

I miss seeing her face
And her embrace
I wish she would text me today

The sex has been great
Every time that we mate
I wish she would text me today

We've had two good years
Of sex that cheers
I wish she would text me today

We seemed to get closer
Although I am much older
I wish she would text me today

She suddenly stopped texting
Has she stopped caring?
I wish she would text me today

Postscript
I am sorry I doubted her loyalty
Now I know of her illness I feel guilty
So I'm glad she texted me today

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
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he said ... she said ...  (During the morning rush)

he said ... They didn't have any blueberry scones.

she said ... Sooooo ...

he said ... Soooo, what? You said you wanted blueberry, they didn't have any, so that's it.

she said ... I'm supposing they didn't have any cranberry or raisin, or maybe even the chocolate chip they make? Muffins, there's a thought! Maybe a blueberry muffin?

he said ... (under his breath, gritting teeth) Look at this idiot driving like it's a Sunday.  (yelling) C'mon, some of us have to get to work!

she said ... I guess I should be grateful I got the coffee.

he said ... Yeah, right. You're welcome.

she said ... You sure you don't want me to drive.

he said ... Oh my God! What because I messed up your scone order you don't want me driving either Miss Daisy?

she said ... See, this is why we shoulda fucked this morning.  You've been pissy all weekend; and this is how you want to start the week?

he said ... I suppose you wanted to be on top.

she said ... Oh bloody hell! Is that what this is about?

he said ... What this?

she said ... Look for the millionth time, I didn't go looking for that promotion. Rick approached me.

he said ... But you didn't hesitate taking it.

she said ... Yes! Yes! Yes I did!  You know damn well I was happy running the team I had.  Besides you're the one who kept harping about how the promotion came with a fat raise, and how that would help with daycare costs.

he said ... Yes but I was saying that for me.  I bust my ass for four years turning that shit department into something real and now you're my boss, again. So now here I am having to get your scones and coffee, and chauffeur you to work every morning.

she said ... You're being such an ass.  At least when you were my intern it was fun fucking you in conference room, and on Rick's desk.

he said ... Screw you.

she said ... Yeah well, you blew that this morning big fella.

he said ... Tell me honestly, did you even really, I mean really push for me to get that spot.

she said ... Yes I did. I told you, they like your work, love it in fact.  

he said ... So what the fuck?

she said ... No blueberries.

he said ... What?

she said ... If there weren't any blueberry scones, ask the store manager, 'Why not?' Walk into the goddamn kitchen if you have to and demand some fresh blueberry scones.  Make them yourself if you have to, in their kitchen.  That's what I'd have done for you.  I always have, and I always will.

he said ... Sometimes I think they don't respect me because I was your intern.  And now ...

she said ... You think it's easy on me babe?  Look I'm up at 4 a.m. every morning, pumping my 40 something tits to have milk for our manchild of a baby boy.  And lemme tell you, pumping these tits for milk, as gorgeous as they still may be, ain't as easy as squeezing milk out of your 20 something cock. Hell, ten years from now you'll be running the whole damn company, and people will look at our son and think I'm his grandmother; but the first bitch that calls me your mom - I'll break her jaw.

Anyway, why don't you take the short cut.

he said ... We've got time, let's just not talk about the promotion, your promotion anymore.

she said ... I know we've got time.  That's why you're gonna pull over in that empty lot on Messing and fuck me in the back seat. You might as well sleep your way to the top you pretty young thing, and screw your boss at the same time.

he said ... Oh, is that how you got the promotion?

she said ... Please. You know Rick, if anything he wanted a piece of your nice tight ass, not mine.  And don't take out the car seat this time.  That thing's a bitch to get back in for an old lady like me.








MusicallyMrM
Mr_Mahogany_Wood
Tyrant of Words
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Wow, right at the end.......I have been searching for this poem I wrote a little while ago and found it  I enter it into your fine competition   http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/199727-she-came/

She Came


Last night, she came    
   
to me    
for me    
with me    
it's been so long since I've  felt the need....    
   
foreplay....    
   
…..we sang sweet harmonies on Friday    
danced the night away Saturday    
and on Sunday, we shouted “Hallelujah”    
spiritually
   
   
and as the clock chimed it's way    
into the mid of night,    
came a gentle knock on my door    
I sheepishly got up to explore    
the possibilities that I could not ignore    
dreamin' and  prayin' that......    
   
“Hey Mr. Sexy man”......words spoken in a soft, seductive kind of way    
   
presentation.....    
   
….a Burberry trench coat    
and little much else beneath    
black french lace and high heels    
accentuate her tiny feet    
the allure of her “Guilty” scent    
a perfect flowing mane    
exquisite pearly white teeth    
   
she is simply classic    
   
and two decades younger than I    
she pulls her warm, sultry body close    
against my chest    
“I want you so bad.....and I can't tell you why”    
   
making love.....    
   
…..she follows me inside    
closes the door    
as we cross the threshold to the boudoir,    
she drops her coat there on the floor    
   
I lift her petite body    
and lay her gently upon my bed    
 
we    
make love,    
cooing and playing,    
exploring all that I've been missing    
hugging and kissing    
 
ferociously fucking her body  
feeling almost criminal    
being the object of desire    
for a woman so much younger than I,    
   
“holding back the years.......”    
   
….between her thighs    
I lay down my head    
lust taking over    
she presses her hips firmly    
down into the comfort of my bed    
   
and I    
   
“....taste the love that I've been missing    
sometimes love takes a long time    
I taste the love, I'm gonna' take a    
chance for love, wait for love.....wait for love”
   
   
paradox.....    
   
(why am I still    
thinking,    
longing,    
wanting    
you.........?)
   
   
   
   
   

beautiful_accident
Fire of Insight
United States 20awards
Joined 21st June 2011
Forum Posts: 330

Genesis in Revelation

He was slick, greasy, cool
Hotter than the south wind
Staring at me like cool water
He was dehydrating, panting
Begging for a taste

He was everything twenty-something should be
Hot, hard, sweet… eager
I was a perfect forty
Self-assured, self-made, confident
I knew what I wanted and how to get it
Wanting him was so easy
Getting him was easier

No better way to overcome divorce
Than a hot young thing coming under you

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

JJ
love with the style choices, frankness, word use...repetition..I did. Perfect.
Superb poem dsrlin!

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Beautiful
Ha! Very good solution for the lonely heart blues. Not exactly romantic, but fun, well done and thought out. And a giggle atbyour last line.

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd June 2015
Forum Posts: 2047

Ah Mr M, true romantic heartfelt twenty somthim bliss. Knocked me outbwith it pristiness. A stunner darlin!

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd June 2015
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Garden
Fine poem, more obsession than romance, would like more exploration into the may December theme. But it stood very well on its own!

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