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Poetry competition CLOSED 24th August 2020 3:50pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
Bluevelvete
TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS!!!
Poetry Contest Description
Write uplifting poems glorifying tits... but you're not allowed to use the words tits, breasts, titties, hooters, knockers, melons, bosom or other common and crude words to describe the beloved bust.
Background
We all know what tits are… because we look at them whenever we open our mouths to communicate... with women... and sometimes men... who love tits so much they grow a pair.
But… when it comes to tits... who needs poetry.
Seriously... no, don't be serious, have fun with this writing challenge.
[insert TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS poetry challenge here]
Rules
1. Write a new poem using original descriptions and words to describe and glorify tits. Publish your poem in your catalogue and submit your entry here in this thread.
2. Do not use words from the Forbidden Tit Words List.
3. No porn or intercourse, only erotica... come on, you've only got 50 words to work with, you'll be lucky to get to foreplay.
4. Two entries per poet... don't be greedy, we only need a pair.
5. Each poem must have a maximum word count of 50 words.
6. New poems only.
7. No collaborations.
Tips and Tricks
- The winning entry will be selected based on originality, creativity and passion.
- I would like to invite any female poet / tit expert to assist with selecting the winning tit poem... if you're interested, please raise your hand.
Forbidden Tit Words List
breasts
bust
bosoms
knockers
melons
rack
cleavage
jugs
tits
hooters
boobies
titties
bazookas
jubblies
bazooms
norks
teats
udders
bosoms
nipples
cans
We all know what tits are… because we look at them whenever we open our mouths to communicate... with women... and sometimes men... who love tits so much they grow a pair.
But… when it comes to tits... who needs poetry.
Seriously... no, don't be serious, have fun with this writing challenge.
[insert TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS, TITS poetry challenge here]
Rules
1. Write a new poem using original descriptions and words to describe and glorify tits. Publish your poem in your catalogue and submit your entry here in this thread.
2. Do not use words from the Forbidden Tit Words List.
3. No porn or intercourse, only erotica... come on, you've only got 50 words to work with, you'll be lucky to get to foreplay.
4. Two entries per poet... don't be greedy, we only need a pair.
5. Each poem must have a maximum word count of 50 words.
6. New poems only.
7. No collaborations.
Tips and Tricks
- The winning entry will be selected based on originality, creativity and passion.
- I would like to invite any female poet / tit expert to assist with selecting the winning tit poem... if you're interested, please raise your hand.
Forbidden Tit Words List
breasts
bust
bosoms
knockers
melons
rack
cleavage
jugs
tits
hooters
boobies
titties
bazookas
jubblies
bazooms
norks
teats
udders
bosoms
nipples
cans
Taut And Tenacious
Ah , The Minor Mounds Of Memory
Pulsating , Thrust In Upward Attentive
Stance , Erect And Jutting Judiciously
Auspiciously Capped In Reddened Tone
Hardened In Elegant Excellence , Sky
Kissed , Warm Breeze As Tender Touch
Basteon Tipped Upon Slopes Of Slender Curve
Fading Only Over Aeons By The Sands Of Time
Pulsating , Thrust In Upward Attentive
Stance , Erect And Jutting Judiciously
Auspiciously Capped In Reddened Tone
Hardened In Elegant Excellence , Sky
Kissed , Warm Breeze As Tender Touch
Basteon Tipped Upon Slopes Of Slender Curve
Fading Only Over Aeons By The Sands Of Time
Written by Blackwolf
(I.M.Blackwolf)
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Mastectomy
Here I stand in awe by the warmth of the sun
Bare chested, eyes closed, my thoughts to the Creator to allow me to continue to enjoy a man’s Kingdom cum
My wondrous to feel of his excitement, his gentle touch upon my jagged skin
My milk duds where the breath of life once suckled in time, as they swayed in the wind
Eradicated cells, after chemo, radiation, yet I won, my pride is still intact, I’m still standing strong, hear
The scars to my mounds to be pleased, hidden in the shrine of stigmatized fear
To the women, I admire, your stark your fire, Susan G. Komen, years I have pledged by my feet, my perky ta-tas swinging for the rapture of men desires
Sweating for the passion and your faith you have shown through the progression each one of you always have inspired
In dedication to Susan Komen Breast Cancer Run I have pledged and have raised funds and all the survivors who have had single/double mastectomies as a nurse, your struggles are never dimmed in my heart or forgotten, and you are still beautiful as your tales echoes in the wind
Not for the competition, just a piece entered for inspiration
case28 said:And they're off!
Thank you, Blackwolf and Bluevelvete, for two fine examples of tit poetry.
And... SweetKittyCats, thank you for revealing... your enthusiasm to assist with judging this poetic wet t-shirt contest.
I will assist to inspire the best to my ability... and thank you for hosting this wonderful contest.. I do believe my T-shirt somehow got lost in translation.. therefore, "me and my girls are just hanging out" .. wink
Thank you, Blackwolf and Bluevelvete, for two fine examples of tit poetry.
And... SweetKittyCats, thank you for revealing... your enthusiasm to assist with judging this poetic wet t-shirt contest.
I will assist to inspire the best to my ability... and thank you for hosting this wonderful contest.. I do believe my T-shirt somehow got lost in translation.. therefore, "me and my girls are just hanging out" .. wink
Anonymous
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Life’s Beginnings...
I’m borne, nourished by my mother
then cut loose into a cold world,
eyes closed, gasping for air. But,
I know where I must go, I know
where to find the essence of survival,
mothers milk. She stores It within herself
knowing that soon I would appear to draw it down.
Her fullness causes pain and garment change.
She has two founts of sustenance to make sure
that nutrition will make me strong.
Mothers carry these potentially life giving gifts
In pairs to ensure to assure survival of new arrivals.
The gift of motherhood is life and the gift from
birth is attachment to life’s beginnings.
then cut loose into a cold world,
eyes closed, gasping for air. But,
I know where I must go, I know
where to find the essence of survival,
mothers milk. She stores It within herself
knowing that soon I would appear to draw it down.
Her fullness causes pain and garment change.
She has two founts of sustenance to make sure
that nutrition will make me strong.
Mothers carry these potentially life giving gifts
In pairs to ensure to assure survival of new arrivals.
The gift of motherhood is life and the gift from
birth is attachment to life’s beginnings.
Written by anvinvil
(Anvillan)
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