Poetry competition CLOSED 28th August 2016 1:11am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
snugglebuck
Whiskey . . . in a dirty glass
Anonymous
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MayRayn
May Rayn
Forum Posts: 113
May Rayn
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 10th May 2016Forum Posts: 113
Smoke & Heat
Wet warmth whispers down my throat
I feel it coat inside as it slides
smooth over curved breast
hovers, hangs...just...off the tip
before you suck the nipple deep
--down, farther
as more of that smokey liquid
amber fires up my skin
flows down into navel
lick from that dainty soft cup,
its delicate florid whorls only
a preview of what's to come
below
keep pouring the flame,
the trickle mingles with my own
treacle for your tongue,
spare me no swirl, no fire as fingers
follow and invade
anoint my wet lips with yours
suck the streaming flow now, suck
the alcohol-mixed sweat and all I can
give you from my sodden lips
suck my every drop
I am your whiskey woman
swallow me hard
swallow me
Fuck...!
Wet warmth whispers down my throat
I feel it coat inside as it slides
smooth over curved breast
hovers, hangs...just...off the tip
before you suck the nipple deep
--down, farther
as more of that smokey liquid
amber fires up my skin
flows down into navel
lick from that dainty soft cup,
its delicate florid whorls only
a preview of what's to come
below
keep pouring the flame,
the trickle mingles with my own
treacle for your tongue,
spare me no swirl, no fire as fingers
follow and invade
anoint my wet lips with yours
suck the streaming flow now, suck
the alcohol-mixed sweat and all I can
give you from my sodden lips
suck my every drop
I am your whiskey woman
swallow me hard
swallow me
Fuck...!
Anonymous
Lady Slings the Booze
Sometimes she stops
to reminisce about the days
they would come to see her
for more than the drinks
she pours
Intoxicating, they used to say
as she crooned her blues
spilling out joy and pain
in a heady elixir
that could cure what ails ya
if only for the night
She hums behind the bar
still sings when asked
though most who would
have passed or moved on
as folks tend to do
The stage belongs to the young
the ones still tending to dreams
she woke up from
so many years ago
Places like this
they always felt like home
she pauses
with a crooked smile
raises a silent whiskey toast
to the one she made her own
Sometimes she stops
to reminisce about the days
they would come to see her
for more than the drinks
she pours
Intoxicating, they used to say
as she crooned her blues
spilling out joy and pain
in a heady elixir
that could cure what ails ya
if only for the night
She hums behind the bar
still sings when asked
though most who would
have passed or moved on
as folks tend to do
The stage belongs to the young
the ones still tending to dreams
she woke up from
so many years ago
Places like this
they always felt like home
she pauses
with a crooked smile
raises a silent whiskey toast
to the one she made her own
Neurofunker
Joined 27th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 1
Strange Creature
Forum Posts: 1
Nice :)
Dhenz
Laters Baby
Joined 25th May 2016
Forum Posts: 20
Laters Baby
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 20
i never knew for that night
i drunk whiskey and wine
you hit me with a glaze
of your tantalizing eyes
i drunk more
to be wild that night
coz i want to hit you
be mine tonight
forget the dignity
i just want you now
in my room
on my bed
on top of my body
while we are naked
i drunk whiskey and wine
you hit me with a glaze
of your tantalizing eyes
i drunk more
to be wild that night
coz i want to hit you
be mine tonight
forget the dignity
i just want you now
in my room
on my bed
on top of my body
while we are naked
Quill-in-Heart
Tony Pena
Forum Posts: 1078
Tony Pena
Fire of Insight
12
Joined 6th Dec 2012Forum Posts: 1078
Tongue tied in tolerance,
conscience cradled in couth,
casualties of liquid fire burning
you alive while trying
to drown the sorrows
of sins accrued the last
time you went down
this lonely ass road.
conscience cradled in couth,
casualties of liquid fire burning
you alive while trying
to drown the sorrows
of sins accrued the last
time you went down
this lonely ass road.
TwofoldSilence
Brandon S Nabhan
Joined 30th Dec 2011
Forum Posts: 24
Brandon S Nabhan
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 24
A toast ..... Till the wet brain cures our memories .
emo1
Forum Posts: 190
Fire of Insight
7
Joined 31st Oct 2011Forum Posts: 190
A lullaby
A whiskey lullaby for my love
Whisk you to your favored place
Hidden deep beneath the sheets
Buried against my body
Tongue lashing to the perfect lullaby
The whisky running through my veins
Making them feel on fire
Only you can cool that heat
The burning whisky lullaby
That dances against my soul
Pounding inside my brain
Needing release
The whisky demon that has claimed me
And only your cool ice
To my hot liquid
Can ever temper this fire within
A whiskey lullaby for my love
Whisk you to your favored place
Hidden deep beneath the sheets
Buried against my body
Tongue lashing to the perfect lullaby
The whisky running through my veins
Making them feel on fire
Only you can cool that heat
The burning whisky lullaby
That dances against my soul
Pounding inside my brain
Needing release
The whisky demon that has claimed me
And only your cool ice
To my hot liquid
Can ever temper this fire within
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Forum Posts: 5134
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
154
Joined 9th Nov 2015 Forum Posts: 5134
NEON
Each night she came as smoke ring mist
that floated lazy from your mouth,
crooning Tangueray poetry.
A tabletop is littered with
red playing cards and 'tater chips,
and soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy with
one too many vodka shots
to consummate a truckers' stop.
Her gin-sling sequined cocktail dress,
split up the sides & down the back,
hides nothing less from your mind's eye.
She ransomed you her miracles
the first time when you heard her sing
your favorite songs to you that night.
You raise aloft your whiskey glass;
a send-off of a time gone by,
of stains she left along the bar,
while semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old interstate.
Each night she came as smoke ring mist
that floated lazy from your mouth,
crooning Tangueray poetry.
A tabletop is littered with
red playing cards and 'tater chips,
and soggy lip-rouged ciggie butts
from fiery redheads tipsy with
one too many vodka shots
to consummate a truckers' stop.
Her gin-sling sequined cocktail dress,
split up the sides & down the back,
hides nothing less from your mind's eye.
She ransomed you her miracles
the first time when you heard her sing
your favorite songs to you that night.
You raise aloft your whiskey glass;
a send-off of a time gone by,
of stains she left along the bar,
while semi-trucks downshift their loads
that flicker from the neon lights
alongside the old interstate.
Anonymous
Todski, again, thank you for continued entries.
Missy MayRayn, Lady Lyracalli, Dhenz, Quill-in-heart, emo1 and Miss Jadey. . .thank you all for taking a moment and entering!
Anonymous
[example]:
.and big girls don't cry.
whiskey
diamond
teardrops
plunge eternally
from my cunt ~
she weeps bittersweet
for you;
I'm 80% proof
[20% denial]
that my clit
is capable
of moving heaven
without
the gentle fondles
of your tongue and
fingers ~
'big girls don't cry', so you once said
when you left me
desperately
suckling your cum's residue
off my heartbroken tits;
the twins miss the subtle
of your hands and
mouth;
and 'big girls don't cry',
I dare to echo you ~
I wish you could see me now,
how disappointed
you'd be
sinking me
to a level
of no shame.
.and big girls don't cry.
whiskey
diamond
teardrops
plunge eternally
from my cunt ~
she weeps bittersweet
for you;
I'm 80% proof
[20% denial]
that my clit
is capable
of moving heaven
without
the gentle fondles
of your tongue and
fingers ~
'big girls don't cry', so you once said
when you left me
desperately
suckling your cum's residue
off my heartbroken tits;
the twins miss the subtle
of your hands and
mouth;
and 'big girls don't cry',
I dare to echo you ~
I wish you could see me now,
how disappointed
you'd be
sinking me
to a level
of no shame.
JohnnyBlaze
Forum Posts: 5573
Tyrant of Words
23
Joined 20th Mar 2015Forum Posts: 5573
Poker in the Front, Liquor in the Rear
Don't care if the glass is half empty
Dont care if the glass is half full
This glass in particular?
is dirty and cracked
as I lick whiskey off her asshole
Don't care if the glass is half empty
Dont care if the glass is half full
This glass in particular?
is dirty and cracked
as I lick whiskey off her asshole
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Johnny Blaze and Taurek. . .thanks for your entries, guys!
Anonymous
Just waiting on one more Judge. . .(4 Judges total). . .Needed some eyes on this one!