Poetry competition CLOSED 30th June 2019 9:13pm
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Poetryman
Poetryman
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Tallen
and Teeya
Metaphorically Sensual
Anonymous
Carnal Nights
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Remanded to the jail of dawn
Enjoined from dreamscape’s lewd delights
By morning’s rays, like cell bars drawn
My punishment for carnal nights
From slumber’s escapades, betrayed
Remanded to the jail of dawn
Sweet touch of randy nymphs, forbade
From phallus sanctioned and withdrawn
My favored succubus foregone
I wake, forsaken, craving sleep
Remanded to the jail of dawn
Imprisoned, impotent and weak
Have mercy, Hypnos! Grant me sleep!
Frustrated by a flaccid yawn,
Convicted by the dreams I keep
Remanded to the jail of dawn!
Remanded to the jail of dawn
Enjoined from dreamscape’s lewd delights
By morning’s rays, like cell bars drawn
My punishment for carnal nights
From slumber’s escapades, betrayed
Remanded to the jail of dawn
Sweet touch of randy nymphs, forbade
From phallus sanctioned and withdrawn
My favored succubus foregone
I wake, forsaken, craving sleep
Remanded to the jail of dawn
Imprisoned, impotent and weak
Have mercy, Hypnos! Grant me sleep!
Frustrated by a flaccid yawn,
Convicted by the dreams I keep
Remanded to the jail of dawn!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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Spider And Fly
Like a bandit, a thief in the night
Thought I’d steal her love and take a chance
She surrendered softly without a fight
Not knowing I was a victim of the circumstance
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary, from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
I awoke to curtains hanging all around
Sheets of silk felt inviting to my naked skin
She laid next to me, my hands were bound
She whispered so softly, let me tuck you in
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
(Instrumental)
Blinded by the diamonds, lost in her eyes
Came the sting of a sweet honey bee
I was in too deep, just helplessly hypnotized
With all the passion of being a fatality
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
Thought I’d steal her love and take a chance
She surrendered softly without a fight
Not knowing I was a victim of the circumstance
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary, from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
I awoke to curtains hanging all around
Sheets of silk felt inviting to my naked skin
She laid next to me, my hands were bound
She whispered so softly, let me tuck you in
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
(Instrumental)
Blinded by the diamonds, lost in her eyes
Came the sting of a sweet honey bee
I was in too deep, just helplessly hypnotized
With all the passion of being a fatality
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
She was the spider, I was the fly
Come into my parlour she said
I was weary from soaring so high
I found comfort in her tiny bed
She was the spider, I was the fly
Written by buddydog
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BEST SEAT IN THE HOUSE
Welcome!
I am so thrilled
that you’ve come to visit
underdressed?
heavens no
we’re strictly
come as you are,
clothing optional
you’re here to relax
can I pour you something?
Cabernet Sauvignon?
mais oui ma belle
a fine choice
I saved my favorite,
special seat for you
ease yourself down
you brought me a flower?
fresh from your garden?
that is very kind of you
what a succulent pink rose
the delicate, silky petals folded
still coated with droplets of dew
it is soon to blossom
in the heat of this room
the scent is intoxicating
sweet and earthy
I can’t help but bury my face
in its folds
like a honey bee hungry for nectar
Can you feel that?
I can tell by your surprised smile
and your approving moan
that you do
the seat comes equipped with massagers
do they feel like fingers
reaching into your most intimate places?
are you tingling all over?
you’re rocking back and forth
that’s the spirit
enjoy the ride my lady
look at your flower now
fully blossomed
do I see a drop of nectar there?
all gone
Did you enjoy yourself?
I am enthralled that I could share with you
the best seat in the house
please come again and again!
I am so thrilled
that you’ve come to visit
underdressed?
heavens no
we’re strictly
come as you are,
clothing optional
you’re here to relax
can I pour you something?
Cabernet Sauvignon?
mais oui ma belle
a fine choice
I saved my favorite,
special seat for you
ease yourself down
you brought me a flower?
fresh from your garden?
that is very kind of you
what a succulent pink rose
the delicate, silky petals folded
still coated with droplets of dew
it is soon to blossom
in the heat of this room
the scent is intoxicating
sweet and earthy
I can’t help but bury my face
in its folds
like a honey bee hungry for nectar
Can you feel that?
I can tell by your surprised smile
and your approving moan
that you do
the seat comes equipped with massagers
do they feel like fingers
reaching into your most intimate places?
are you tingling all over?
you’re rocking back and forth
that’s the spirit
enjoy the ride my lady
look at your flower now
fully blossomed
do I see a drop of nectar there?
all gone
Did you enjoy yourself?
I am enthralled that I could share with you
the best seat in the house
please come again and again!
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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As We Lay Together
The eloquence of a mouth
forming words
to envelope
stirred reactions
conducting the throb
in the confines
of concentrated efforts
preparing a meal
from the weakness of desire
The evolution of arousal
coaxed to travel
where it all connects
so many have missed
but some seek
grand central
above the divide
that sacred bundle
a morsel of nirvana
engaged
with tender care.
forming words
to envelope
stirred reactions
conducting the throb
in the confines
of concentrated efforts
preparing a meal
from the weakness of desire
The evolution of arousal
coaxed to travel
where it all connects
so many have missed
but some seek
grand central
above the divide
that sacred bundle
a morsel of nirvana
engaged
with tender care.
Written by Tenderloin
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GLOBES
Late Summer breeze
whispers through the vines
entering the open window
welcome cool for the sensuous scene
needing no invitation
soft glow from the full Moon
joins the lover’s embrace
illuminating the periwinkle corset
accented with silken bows
her lips, full and red
glide along the gleaming stalk
pearlescent orbs press his stomach
flashing pink with each ascent
kissing, caressing her lunar surface
he, like Jupiter playing
feeds her black hole with planets
only to slowly fetch them out
words cannot convey their ecstasy
speaking their pleasure
in unearthly moans
whispers through the vines
entering the open window
welcome cool for the sensuous scene
needing no invitation
soft glow from the full Moon
joins the lover’s embrace
illuminating the periwinkle corset
accented with silken bows
her lips, full and red
glide along the gleaming stalk
pearlescent orbs press his stomach
flashing pink with each ascent
kissing, caressing her lunar surface
he, like Jupiter playing
feeds her black hole with planets
only to slowly fetch them out
words cannot convey their ecstasy
speaking their pleasure
in unearthly moans
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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-Deep in the Forest-
I try to picture myself,
in this position but remain silent
How Do I Stop Accusing My Boyfriend Of Cheating
It's a complicated world
i know in my broken heart it's another girl
i need real picture evidence
So many crazy things so little sense
Secret Drawers Hides my Most Embarrassing Collectibles
Looks aren't everything. Believe me, I'm a model
feeling so nice i just finished the whole whiskey bottle
I promise that I'll change in time
whenever the day he's all mine
feeling so drunk of tragic endings
visualizing leaning uncomfortable
remembering the good times
Written by Trome
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Perfectly flawed
She emotes as a purple scarlet soul dream
Carmine screen over her deep red seams
Chrysanthemum spirit deriving the light
Iron garnet of altruism flowered night,
Witty and headstrong with a joy to live
Poetically reflective but gentle tranquil
Hence showing creative liberation in love
A gentlewoman inquisitive water sign dove.
Written by runaway-mindtrain
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Coupling words
Let our stanzas collide
Every verse and fibre connecting
To form flows of love and words
Let me fill your sentences
With the strength of my verbs
Adding meaning and essence to our passion
Let my metaphors enrapture you
Feel their fluidity and fervour
Making it more than just words
Know me and my words
Scream out my nouns
Name me with your need
Accept ardent and amorous alliteration
Wholesome words, waking words
Divining desperate, deep desire
Let us punctuate;
Every. Ounce. Of love.
Bursting in hungry exclamation!
Take these words
For they are more than just words.
We are coupling through words.
Every verse and fibre connecting
To form flows of love and words
Let me fill your sentences
With the strength of my verbs
Adding meaning and essence to our passion
Let my metaphors enrapture you
Feel their fluidity and fervour
Making it more than just words
Know me and my words
Scream out my nouns
Name me with your need
Accept ardent and amorous alliteration
Wholesome words, waking words
Divining desperate, deep desire
Let us punctuate;
Every. Ounce. Of love.
Bursting in hungry exclamation!
Take these words
For they are more than just words.
We are coupling through words.
Written by Rjm
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MY WORLD TRAVELS
Standing in an expansive
Northernmost meadow
of tall golden grass
my world tour begins
a peaceful breeze blows
the long blades
gently tickling my face
smelling strangely of fruit
Emerging from the field
in the near distance
I spy twin shimmering ponds
approaching them
I part the surrounding rushes
awestruck I gaze
on the deep blue
crystalline waters
Mesmerized by these saphire-like pools
but unable to linger
I begin to ascend a gentle slope
quickly reaching its apex
I am met with a steep drop
taking a side trail down
I see that the face of this cliff
is perforated by two dark caves
Preparing to enter the darkness
I turn and look down
on a much more inviting cavern
deciding it merited more my exploration
I move quickly to its entrance
rimmed by dark red clay
sweet warm air escapes from its mouth
with great eagerness I enter
Now inside
the aroma and heat
of the air intensifies
a barely perceptible plaintiff moan
can be heard from deep within
a back wall tunnel
my feet are planted
on a spongy floor surface
Looking up I see
pearly white stalactites
appearing like an inverted picket fence
similar looking stalagmites
protrude from the cave floor
the walls are moist
tender to the touch
flexible when pressed
With reluctance I go out
planning to return
to probe deeper its recesses
looking to my left and right
I see twin domes
seemingly formed
of smooth white marble
narrow strips of land extend Southward
Gazing directly below
I am greeted with a magnificent sight
two majestic snow covered mountains
separated by a deep valley
I must climb to the top of each
I am guided down
by a white rope strung at intervals
with iridescent globes
Arriving at the foot
of these alluring peaks
I waste no time beginning my climb
summiting the right first
I kiss the pinnacle’s hard surface
I repeat the same ritual on the left
so enthralled am I by this site
I spend several days climbing
and strolling its valley
Finally prying myself
from the awesome mountains
I cross a smooth plain
Entering a humid tropical forest
the growth is dense
the heady odor intoxicating
I wander for a day lost
but not really wanting to be found
Errantly walking
I stumble on a fascinating crevice
covered by a pink living organism
I run my hand over the smooth supple surface
it secretes a wet, sticky substance
I surmise that it is the door
to yet another cave
prying it open I squeeze my body through
Above the entrance
I notice a small cloaked shaft
with a slightly protruding ball tip
I grab and rub the exposed portion
the entire cave trembles
the pink walls now drip
with the sticky nectar
thirsty I begin to lick
a shudder again shakes the room
Sated by the liquid magic
inebriated by the sensual aroma
exhausted by the excitement
and the days travel
sweating from the heat
I lay myself down
on the slick floor
and drift off to sleep
Northernmost meadow
of tall golden grass
my world tour begins
a peaceful breeze blows
the long blades
gently tickling my face
smelling strangely of fruit
Emerging from the field
in the near distance
I spy twin shimmering ponds
approaching them
I part the surrounding rushes
awestruck I gaze
on the deep blue
crystalline waters
Mesmerized by these saphire-like pools
but unable to linger
I begin to ascend a gentle slope
quickly reaching its apex
I am met with a steep drop
taking a side trail down
I see that the face of this cliff
is perforated by two dark caves
Preparing to enter the darkness
I turn and look down
on a much more inviting cavern
deciding it merited more my exploration
I move quickly to its entrance
rimmed by dark red clay
sweet warm air escapes from its mouth
with great eagerness I enter
Now inside
the aroma and heat
of the air intensifies
a barely perceptible plaintiff moan
can be heard from deep within
a back wall tunnel
my feet are planted
on a spongy floor surface
Looking up I see
pearly white stalactites
appearing like an inverted picket fence
similar looking stalagmites
protrude from the cave floor
the walls are moist
tender to the touch
flexible when pressed
With reluctance I go out
planning to return
to probe deeper its recesses
looking to my left and right
I see twin domes
seemingly formed
of smooth white marble
narrow strips of land extend Southward
Gazing directly below
I am greeted with a magnificent sight
two majestic snow covered mountains
separated by a deep valley
I must climb to the top of each
I am guided down
by a white rope strung at intervals
with iridescent globes
Arriving at the foot
of these alluring peaks
I waste no time beginning my climb
summiting the right first
I kiss the pinnacle’s hard surface
I repeat the same ritual on the left
so enthralled am I by this site
I spend several days climbing
and strolling its valley
Finally prying myself
from the awesome mountains
I cross a smooth plain
Entering a humid tropical forest
the growth is dense
the heady odor intoxicating
I wander for a day lost
but not really wanting to be found
Errantly walking
I stumble on a fascinating crevice
covered by a pink living organism
I run my hand over the smooth supple surface
it secretes a wet, sticky substance
I surmise that it is the door
to yet another cave
prying it open I squeeze my body through
Above the entrance
I notice a small cloaked shaft
with a slightly protruding ball tip
I grab and rub the exposed portion
the entire cave trembles
the pink walls now drip
with the sticky nectar
thirsty I begin to lick
a shudder again shakes the room
Sated by the liquid magic
inebriated by the sensual aroma
exhausted by the excitement
and the days travel
sweating from the heat
I lay myself down
on the slick floor
and drift off to sleep
Written by Gahddess_Worship
(Osomajestuoso)
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