Poetry competition CLOSED 1st April 2022 5:06pm
WINNER
mzlyrical (JuleZzz)
mzlyrical (JuleZzz)
RUNNER-UP:
Northern1
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Cross dressing
Poetry Contest Description
You are a cross dresser. You enjoy it, even go out dressed as such. OR you are a CD but hate yourself but dress as such in privacy you must. whatever your ''story'' is, let the reader know...
Subit in poetry form, any style, any length. Can also be a short story. let it all out, the good, the bad, and the ugly.
This Girl Is On Fire
Well I'm Pascal
you know me
the alter ego of Ali P
I'm fire and ice
desire at a price
and after hours
I come out, carefree
My favorite song
is Alicia Keys
I do prefer demin
but there must be a thong
my Jimmy Choos
are burgundy
(shoes with divinity)
In winter I get
to wear a coat
and scarf
suspenders
and my bra
that's when
rooms gets warm
because baby
I transform
into hell fire
(a girl of desire)
shopping is a blast
when dressed
to the best
it's a thing we do
the wife and me
she says she'll keep it
for eternity
apparently that's when
I'm good company
This is no conspiracy
we're confessing
(I love cross dressing)
Written by RevolutionAL
(Alistair Plint)
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the intimacy of strangers
that young man
in charlotte
who dressed
like madonna
and danced
a glittering pantomime
and the next morning
all of it was in the floor
but some remnants of makeup,
his lipstick a sticky bouquet
smeared across the pillow
and he said
see?
you didn't need all that
and i said, yeah
i guess not
but i knew i did
and outside the sun was an ember
buried in November's chill
and him in jeans and ball cap
and us, cordial as neighbors, nodding,
and there was nothing that couldn't be said
with a dry peck on the cheek
in charlotte
who dressed
like madonna
and danced
a glittering pantomime
and the next morning
all of it was in the floor
but some remnants of makeup,
his lipstick a sticky bouquet
smeared across the pillow
and he said
see?
you didn't need all that
and i said, yeah
i guess not
but i knew i did
and outside the sun was an ember
buried in November's chill
and him in jeans and ball cap
and us, cordial as neighbors, nodding,
and there was nothing that couldn't be said
with a dry peck on the cheek
Written by javalini
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In & Out
It's a small thing to confess
i like to wear a dress
my feelings won't be hurt
if you see me in my skirt
and this with you i'll share
and this with you i'll share
i shave my body hair
wear an open neck blouse
exactly like my spouse
don't think that i am sleazy
even though i am easy
and if by chance i flirt with you
it's just to see what you will do
every gurl needs to know
that she's got a ticket to go
and if you treat me nice
and if you treat me nice
i'll let you kiss me twice
or thrice
i like to wear a dress
my feelings won't be hurt
if you see me in my skirt
and this with you i'll share
and this with you i'll share
i shave my body hair
wear an open neck blouse
exactly like my spouse
don't think that i am sleazy
even though i am easy
and if by chance i flirt with you
it's just to see what you will do
every gurl needs to know
that she's got a ticket to go
and if you treat me nice
and if you treat me nice
i'll let you kiss me twice
or thrice
Written by Northern1
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Locked in this prison
Locked in this prison I'm stylish and slick, so why'd I remain like some chick with a d*ck,
There's a femme fatale in here just yearning release, as the odds they get lower the needs they increase,
I'm a blank, empty canvas on which I create, a most feminine vision I'm sure you relate,
To the woman within there is really no doubt, as I'm locked in this prison and cannot break out,
But I'll dress for my public in leather and lace, of a male chromosome you'll be finding no trace,
With my lashes, and lips crafted carefully so, the fact I was born a boy you'd never know,
With seamed stockings, stilettos, and alter neck dress, I'm the lady in red, out for fun, more or less
Still I'm locked in this prison and ever will be trapped in this male body but a woman you see.
There's a femme fatale in here just yearning release, as the odds they get lower the needs they increase,
I'm a blank, empty canvas on which I create, a most feminine vision I'm sure you relate,
To the woman within there is really no doubt, as I'm locked in this prison and cannot break out,
But I'll dress for my public in leather and lace, of a male chromosome you'll be finding no trace,
With my lashes, and lips crafted carefully so, the fact I was born a boy you'd never know,
With seamed stockings, stilettos, and alter neck dress, I'm the lady in red, out for fun, more or less
Still I'm locked in this prison and ever will be trapped in this male body but a woman you see.
Written by mzlyrical
(JuleZzz)
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