Poetry competition CLOSED 11th December 2013 6:07pm
WINNER
johnrot
johnrot
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and SirCreepy
Up To You
Poetry Contest Description
This challenge is designed for you, choose from any category below and write a poem for it. Be sure to follow the stipulations with each though, gotta keep it interesting
Categories to choose from:
~An Erotic poem lines about something you consider taboo or have always wanted to try
~An anger poem expressing the anger someone or you yourself could feel after having your heart broken
~A dark poem containing alot of gore and as much detail as possible.
~A humorous poem using any genre of poetry you like, poking fun at what ever your topic is
Rules:
~Be sure to indicate whcih category your poem is in!
~Must be a new poem
~You must title your poem
~2 poems max. per poet
~One month
PM me with any questions!
Good luck. Have fun.
~An Erotic poem lines about something you consider taboo or have always wanted to try
~An anger poem expressing the anger someone or you yourself could feel after having your heart broken
~A dark poem containing alot of gore and as much detail as possible.
~A humorous poem using any genre of poetry you like, poking fun at what ever your topic is
Rules:
~Be sure to indicate whcih category your poem is in!
~Must be a new poem
~You must title your poem
~2 poems max. per poet
~One month
PM me with any questions!
Good luck. Have fun.
A humorous poem
The monologue of the dick
Just a far inspiration of the "monologue of the nose", from "Cyrano de Bergerac", by Edmond Rostang
If I was shy
My dick?
In my pants
Quiet, but hard
And I dare not to show you
If I was modest
My dick?
A little stick
Like ice cream stick
And you love to lick it
If I was a lover
My dick?
A finger
To rub your pussy
And you love to feel inside
If I was pretentious
My dick?
A huge bollard
A large matt
And you are crazy of it
If I was a gourmet
My dick?
The spears of an aspargus with a drizzle of olive oil
A barley sugar to the taste of raspberry
And you love to suck it
If I was a musician
My dick?
The baguette of the drum which whips your buttocks
The bow of the violin which makes you moan by rubbing your pussy
And you love to sing with it
But I am your poet
My dick?
The caress of my fingers on your lip
The sting of a bee depositing the pollen in your tulip
And you love my diligent dick!
Sex: the most humorous thing you do
The act of sex is meant to be
Elegant and sublime
But the human frame was not designed
With such an act in mind
The doggy position is absurd
For bipeds such as us
The missionary no better
His weight will squash her bust
When she's on top he cannot swing
His hips to make a rhythm
And standing up is hard to try
Without risk of a schism
So what we really need to do
Is be light-hearted with our sex
Laugh at our antics as we fuck
Enjoy it in all respects
The act of sex is meant to be
Elegant and sublime
But the human frame was not designed
With such an act in mind
The doggy position is absurd
For bipeds such as us
The missionary no better
His weight will squash her bust
When she's on top he cannot swing
His hips to make a rhythm
And standing up is hard to try
Without risk of a schism
So what we really need to do
Is be light-hearted with our sex
Laugh at our antics as we fuck
Enjoy it in all respects
He says She thinks
He says 'honey please'
she thinks Im gonna get some sugar
He says 'lets go to bed'
she thinks Im gonna get laid
He says 'Im tired'
she thinks he wants her to play
He says 'Good night honey'
she starts playing hard to get
He snores
she gets up for coffee
and watch late TV.
He says 'honey please'
she thinks Im gonna get some sugar
He says 'lets go to bed'
she thinks Im gonna get laid
He says 'Im tired'
she thinks he wants her to play
He says 'Good night honey'
she starts playing hard to get
He snores
she gets up for coffee
and watch late TV.
Costume Party
All the guests arrive, in disguise
Dressed as cute woodland creatures
Their inner animal revealed
After a few rounds of shots
And perhaps a few bowls
Everyone selects their mate(s) and retires to their respective rooms
All but the masks of the costumes removed
They go to work fucking and sucking
Completely anonymous as a cacophony of moans fill the building
I take a few "bunnies" back to my room
I behold the bodies of the three beautiful ladies
Like the wolf I am, I feast upon their tenderness
After wiping the delicious cocktail of juices from my face
I select one to fill with my essence
As the other two sit in the corner
We have a hungry audience
They observe us, eyes wide with delight
As they see to eachother's needs
Through the night I please them all, in order Into the wee hours of the morning
Their animal desires sated They returntotheir lives Waiting impatiently for the next gathering
All the guests arrive, in disguise
Dressed as cute woodland creatures
Their inner animal revealed
After a few rounds of shots
And perhaps a few bowls
Everyone selects their mate(s) and retires to their respective rooms
All but the masks of the costumes removed
They go to work fucking and sucking
Completely anonymous as a cacophony of moans fill the building
I take a few "bunnies" back to my room
I behold the bodies of the three beautiful ladies
Like the wolf I am, I feast upon their tenderness
After wiping the delicious cocktail of juices from my face
I select one to fill with my essence
As the other two sit in the corner
We have a hungry audience
They observe us, eyes wide with delight
As they see to eachother's needs
Through the night I please them all, in order Into the wee hours of the morning
Their animal desires sated They returntotheir lives Waiting impatiently for the next gathering
The Ritual
Wondering the woods behind my house
I followed a cluster of torchlights
To a large clearing I had not noticed before
As I approached through the mist
I could faintly make out 13 robed figures
As I got closer, I noticed one was holding a small child
As I crept up, closer still
I saw the child had blonde hair and blue eyes
As they placed him upon a stone slab, like a an altar
They stood around the slab
In a circular formation
Chanting in unison as they prepared a knife
At that point, I thought to myself "I should do something about this"
But something about this ritual enthralled me
I wanted to join them
Then one placed a talisman im one hand
A blade in the other, as he recited phrases in an unknown tongue
He then slit the child's throat, draining the blood into a bowl nearby
Then they passed the bowl around
Each of them taking a sip
before leaving the rest of the blood at the altar
Then they left in a ceremonious fashion
After reciting more verses in an ancient tongue
They extinguished their torches, fading off into the mist
Wondering the woods behind my house
I followed a cluster of torchlights
To a large clearing I had not noticed before
As I approached through the mist
I could faintly make out 13 robed figures
As I got closer, I noticed one was holding a small child
As I crept up, closer still
I saw the child had blonde hair and blue eyes
As they placed him upon a stone slab, like a an altar
They stood around the slab
In a circular formation
Chanting in unison as they prepared a knife
At that point, I thought to myself "I should do something about this"
But something about this ritual enthralled me
I wanted to join them
Then one placed a talisman im one hand
A blade in the other, as he recited phrases in an unknown tongue
He then slit the child's throat, draining the blood into a bowl nearby
Then they passed the bowl around
Each of them taking a sip
before leaving the rest of the blood at the altar
Then they left in a ceremonious fashion
After reciting more verses in an ancient tongue
They extinguished their torches, fading off into the mist
