Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd February 2013 6:10pm
WINNER
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
MrAlptraum (Mr A)
RUNNER-UP:
Magdalena
Shag the ones you Love, Love the ones you Shag
Poetry Contest Description
Erotica, and Love poetry
Here are two poems from one of the most forefront poets in Modern Erotic, and Romantic poetry, Carol Ann Duffy.
Stuffed -
I put two yellow peepers in an owl.
Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile.
Spiv. I sew the slither of an eel.
I jerk, kick-start, the back hooves of a mule.
Wild. I hold the red rag to a bull.
Mad. I spread the feathers of a gull.
I screw a tight snarl to a weasel.
Fierce. I stitch the flippers on a seal.
Splayed. I pierce the heartbeat of a quail.
I like her to be naked and to kneel.
Tame. My motionless, my living doll.
Mute. And afterwards I like her not to tell.
Valentine -
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
If you notice there is little mention of body parts, or overly romanticized ideas.
This is what I am looking for. Here are the rules.
1. 1 poem per person
2. No prose (my apologies to such as my husband ;)But... I want this to be about poetry. )
3. No mention of body parts that directly correlate to sex.
4. No overly romanticized ideas.
5. Concerning rules 4, and 5 I highly suggest you keep away from words like love, tender, sweet, rainbows, souls, angels, etc unless you use them in a way that is new.
6. Any length is acceptable.
7. The poems can be about either sex, or love, or a combination of both. You choose.
8. I will be checking grammar, punctuation, and all that other little nastiness, so... lol
9. Old and new pieces are welcome.
10. You can edit, and revise the piece as much as you like. I actually recommend it. I am not going to make any final decisions until the last week.
Good Luck !
Stuffed -
I put two yellow peepers in an owl.
Wow. I fix the grin of Crocodile.
Spiv. I sew the slither of an eel.
I jerk, kick-start, the back hooves of a mule.
Wild. I hold the red rag to a bull.
Mad. I spread the feathers of a gull.
I screw a tight snarl to a weasel.
Fierce. I stitch the flippers on a seal.
Splayed. I pierce the heartbeat of a quail.
I like her to be naked and to kneel.
Tame. My motionless, my living doll.
Mute. And afterwards I like her not to tell.
Valentine -
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
If you notice there is little mention of body parts, or overly romanticized ideas.
This is what I am looking for. Here are the rules.
1. 1 poem per person
2. No prose (my apologies to such as my husband ;)But... I want this to be about poetry. )
3. No mention of body parts that directly correlate to sex.
4. No overly romanticized ideas.
5. Concerning rules 4, and 5 I highly suggest you keep away from words like love, tender, sweet, rainbows, souls, angels, etc unless you use them in a way that is new.
6. Any length is acceptable.
7. The poems can be about either sex, or love, or a combination of both. You choose.
8. I will be checking grammar, punctuation, and all that other little nastiness, so... lol
9. Old and new pieces are welcome.
10. You can edit, and revise the piece as much as you like. I actually recommend it. I am not going to make any final decisions until the last week.
Good Luck !
Always seeing you, but never me
Watching your life, so happy and free
Shadows I hide, waiting for you
Wishing you loved, just as I do
Razor cuts veins, I bleed for love
Never to know what she dreams of
So beautiful she sleep, i like to stare
But i never approch, i'd never dare
Waiting all night, until she wake
Watching her dress, i start to shake
"Why must i hide, she should be mine!"
Kick in the door, out comes a shriek
Forcing her down. so soft, so weak
Refusing to love, unable to smile
Tie her down tight, for shes in denial
Grip her neck, keeping her still
Her smooth skin peaking my thrill
Squeeze tight, sorrow in her eye
Pain within me, for she must die
Strip her down, gave her a shower
Can't help to peak, my beautiful flower
Pick out her dress, must look her best
Heart pounds, for I am truely blessed
Lay with my girl, forever together
Silent now, no need for tether
At peace now, shes at my side
Inlove at last, no need to hide
Slit my wrist, be with you soon
We can sleep forever
Under the moon
Watching your life, so happy and free
Shadows I hide, waiting for you
Wishing you loved, just as I do
Razor cuts veins, I bleed for love
Never to know what she dreams of
So beautiful she sleep, i like to stare
But i never approch, i'd never dare
Waiting all night, until she wake
Watching her dress, i start to shake
"Why must i hide, she should be mine!"
Kick in the door, out comes a shriek
Forcing her down. so soft, so weak
Refusing to love, unable to smile
Tie her down tight, for shes in denial
Grip her neck, keeping her still
Her smooth skin peaking my thrill
Squeeze tight, sorrow in her eye
Pain within me, for she must die
Strip her down, gave her a shower
Can't help to peak, my beautiful flower
Pick out her dress, must look her best
Heart pounds, for I am truely blessed
Lay with my girl, forever together
Silent now, no need for tether
At peace now, shes at my side
Inlove at last, no need to hide
Slit my wrist, be with you soon
We can sleep forever
Under the moon
Anonymous
War Stories
Its heated
as we tussle
on the padded
battleground
In the midst of the struggle
I meet his ravenous eyes
quickly he breaks out the big gun
and I am caught in the fire
he could feel my liquid surrender
He has me now
right where he wants me
tied to my post
and I have to admit
I like how he uses his weapon
His finger is on the trigger
with one last round in the chamber
and the shot is loud
I cry out
a passionate release
and explode
into a thousand pieces
and collapse beneath him
Its heated
as we tussle
on the padded
battleground
In the midst of the struggle
I meet his ravenous eyes
quickly he breaks out the big gun
and I am caught in the fire
he could feel my liquid surrender
He has me now
right where he wants me
tied to my post
and I have to admit
I like how he uses his weapon
His finger is on the trigger
with one last round in the chamber
and the shot is loud
I cry out
a passionate release
and explode
into a thousand pieces
and collapse beneath him
Anonymous
Remembered River
She’s a river I used to know
ebbing and flowing
scarcely made a ripple
Until the spring time of her thaw
when her icy shards announced loudly
their splintering in life’s warmth
Backfilling her hidden coves
tickling the long grasses along her banks
inviting the occasional plunge
Till the warmth of July
summoned life bearing rain
soothing sun drenched fingers
Her tributaries swelling
Her banks close to overflowing
Her dam groaning for release
But the tide was high
the full moon pushed hard
while gravity worked it’s magic
Her dam breached
Her mighty torrents rushed forward
currents swirled, engulfing all
Sweeping away all who dared venture close
showing her full fury and identity
to those who believed her shallow and peaceful
Finally retreating back within her banks
once again flowing lazy like a hot August day
to become someone else’s remembered river
She’s a river I used to know
ebbing and flowing
scarcely made a ripple
Until the spring time of her thaw
when her icy shards announced loudly
their splintering in life’s warmth
Backfilling her hidden coves
tickling the long grasses along her banks
inviting the occasional plunge
Till the warmth of July
summoned life bearing rain
soothing sun drenched fingers
Her tributaries swelling
Her banks close to overflowing
Her dam groaning for release
But the tide was high
the full moon pushed hard
while gravity worked it’s magic
Her dam breached
Her mighty torrents rushed forward
currents swirled, engulfing all
Sweeping away all who dared venture close
showing her full fury and identity
to those who believed her shallow and peaceful
Finally retreating back within her banks
once again flowing lazy like a hot August day
to become someone else’s remembered river
Anonymous
"Enjoying the Oval"
http://img.alibaba.com/img/pb/080/391/242/1271314911890_hz_cnmyalibaba_web1_7360.jpg
My slick lady is silky sleek,
has the smoothest of lines,
so super-fine,
she purrs like a kitten,
I am definitely smitten.
When fully engaged,
it’s in rapid stages,
nothing like speed
to fulfill our primal needs.
She controls the track as
I lie on my back,
listening to her engine roar,
I want more and more and more.
Her pistons glow turbo-power,
she moves with soothing fiery flare,
entangled in her wild curled hair,
smoking toward the finish line.
Her rims radiate heat,
a four-fifty-five rocket,
she accepts my warm blasts
deep inside as
she crosses a winner.
We are lovers,
hot daredevils,
sensuous sinners just
enjoying the oval.
http://img.alibaba.com/img/pb/080/391/242/1271314911890_hz_cnmyalibaba_web1_7360.jpg
My slick lady is silky sleek,
has the smoothest of lines,
so super-fine,
she purrs like a kitten,
I am definitely smitten.
When fully engaged,
it’s in rapid stages,
nothing like speed
to fulfill our primal needs.
She controls the track as
I lie on my back,
listening to her engine roar,
I want more and more and more.
Her pistons glow turbo-power,
she moves with soothing fiery flare,
entangled in her wild curled hair,
smoking toward the finish line.
Her rims radiate heat,
a four-fifty-five rocket,
she accepts my warm blasts
deep inside as
she crosses a winner.
We are lovers,
hot daredevils,
sensuous sinners just
enjoying the oval.
Thunderous Light
A rumble hums through
the atmosphere.
You light the sky
with an electric flare.
Growl a shiver down my spine.
Feels so good.
Strike to the ground
power below me
seeking in waves of energy.
Louder.
Vibrating to the bone.
In a blinding flash
I embrace your beauty.
Dance to a thunderous sound.
In the light of your majesty
the sky weeps in crystal ice,
as tears melt upon my flesh.
Ever faster
pounding upon my heart.
Your life a pulse through my being.
Stay for a while,
encompass me in your beauty,
the enchantment of your wrath
and the sting of your electric whip.
Crash into me, burning my center.
Call me in growls as static collides
pouring your rain into the realms
of my Universe, exploding in a powerful bang.
A rumble hums through
the atmosphere.
You light the sky
with an electric flare.
Growl a shiver down my spine.
Feels so good.
Strike to the ground
power below me
seeking in waves of energy.
Louder.
Vibrating to the bone.
In a blinding flash
I embrace your beauty.
Dance to a thunderous sound.
In the light of your majesty
the sky weeps in crystal ice,
as tears melt upon my flesh.
Ever faster
pounding upon my heart.
Your life a pulse through my being.
Stay for a while,
encompass me in your beauty,
the enchantment of your wrath
and the sting of your electric whip.
Crash into me, burning my center.
Call me in growls as static collides
pouring your rain into the realms
of my Universe, exploding in a powerful bang.
You have gotten punctuation out of me in a poem, that is a first lol. Is this what you mean Maggie?
I am a mean task master lol Honest critique ? You are playing it a little too safe Sweetie. Step put on the ledge some more You got a month
as my kids tell me -
" You CAN doooooo it " :)
I am a mean task master lol
Honest critique ? You are playing it a little too safe Sweetie. Step put on the ledge some more You got a month as my kids tell me -
" You CAN doooooo it " :)
MaggieG said: You have gotten punctuation out of me in a poem, that is a first lol. Is this what you mean Maggie?
I am a mean task master lol Honest critique ? You are playing it a little too safe Sweetie. Step put on the ledge some more You got a month
as my kids tell me -
" You CAN doooooo it " :)
Okay, I shall try, will come back to it tomorrow.
I am a mean task master lol
Honest critique ? You are playing it a little too safe Sweetie. Step put on the ledge some more You got a month as my kids tell me -
" You CAN doooooo it " :)
Okay, I shall try, will come back to it tomorrow.
-<{(Wanton Love)}>-
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
A Celebration of Mad Passion
Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures
If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.
There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!
Part Two: Goddesses and Stars
Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.
When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!
Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss
They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!
In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!
Part Four: Insatiable Appetites
Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!
There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!
But every girls a whore
--------
She's all
thrown out love letters
bus times, perfume
scented
over wet pussy
and dilated pupils
Her fingers are syringes
filled with Novocain
and her mouth
seems
to be the same.
You'll notice her cum,
but you won't
notice her leave
but as
we say
to our
mothers,
bosses,
and friends
you'd never
love
another whore
again.
--------
She's all
thrown out love letters
bus times, perfume
scented
over wet pussy
and dilated pupils
Her fingers are syringes
filled with Novocain
and her mouth
seems
to be the same.
You'll notice her cum,
but you won't
notice her leave
but as
we say
to our
mothers,
bosses,
and friends
you'd never
love
another whore
again.
I'll have to clean my hands in the dirt
before we eat. You must be starving.
I binned the husked core of your apple;
gave the seeds some shade.
Legs crossed, you sat there, watching -
glum, clothed and hungry.
I'd joined the curtain, without knowing it.
It, played by the wind. Me, by abbreviated breaths
spurred by the twisting heel of gravity.
before we eat. You must be starving.
I binned the husked core of your apple;
gave the seeds some shade.
Legs crossed, you sat there, watching -
glum, clothed and hungry.
I'd joined the curtain, without knowing it.
It, played by the wind. Me, by abbreviated breaths
spurred by the twisting heel of gravity.
