Poetry competition CLOSED 27th April 2023 11:38pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
RUNNERS-UP:
Magdalena
and neves
Classy Erotik
Point 5 - Vet said it was worms.
Again.
Point 6 - thanks for a fun comp
Northern_Soul said:
Point 1- Flesh, spleen, eyebrows are part of the body, so not allowed.
Point 2 - Hardcore profanity - piss, shit, fuck c..t etc, not allowed. Damn and hell I think would be fine.
Point 3 - Euphemism allowed. Slang words for a body part are not.
Point 4 -Grab a napkin homie.
Point 5 - May I suggest a vet.
Ta very much.
Again.
Point 6 - thanks for a fun comp
Northern_Soul said:
Point 1- Flesh, spleen, eyebrows are part of the body, so not allowed.
Point 2 - Hardcore profanity - piss, shit, fuck c..t etc, not allowed. Damn and hell I think would be fine.
Point 3 - Euphemism allowed. Slang words for a body part are not.
Point 4 -Grab a napkin homie.
Point 5 - May I suggest a vet.
Ta very much.
Anonymous
Thanks for your entries, Betty. Please could you amend ‘skin’ in the second entry which is a part of the body 😊
Jellyfish
I'll dive all night
in an underwater cave
use my moves
and my daring action
I will cling to the seaweed
not to lose depth
I will tie myself to your pleas
before time suffocates us
I'll get lost in troubled waters
to find you in the air bubbles
after diving
I will throw myself to your beaches
I don't care if there are dangers
whether dominated or attacking
I will feel almost out of breath
for nothing more than a second
Starfish on this floor
sea urchins under us
stinging us, giving us desire
to no longer fall asleep
In the greatness of that moment
love is a seahorse
in the beauty of the waves
who avoid coming ashore
Rose of winds changes places
all compasses unite
And still swirl on the horizon
after our numbing...
PAR
in an underwater cave
use my moves
and my daring action
I will cling to the seaweed
not to lose depth
I will tie myself to your pleas
before time suffocates us
I'll get lost in troubled waters
to find you in the air bubbles
after diving
I will throw myself to your beaches
I don't care if there are dangers
whether dominated or attacking
I will feel almost out of breath
for nothing more than a second
Starfish on this floor
sea urchins under us
stinging us, giving us desire
to no longer fall asleep
In the greatness of that moment
love is a seahorse
in the beauty of the waves
who avoid coming ashore
Rose of winds changes places
all compasses unite
And still swirl on the horizon
after our numbing...
PAR
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Anonymous
Thanks for your entries PAR & Bluevelvete 😄
You are a small town
I yearn to
know every
street and
curve of,
how the
birds sing
little tunes
of their own
as trees
gift air
into my
passage.
Written by neves
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Cold wave
The night is lying sluggish
hot steam is rising from the earth
the leaves are staggering
the fragrant wind is not blowing
Ohhh!!! someone come
make this night intoxicated
bloom it with warm touch
mesmerize the whole sky
give the earth a magical juice
Ignite the extinguishing flame
make the whole environment
drizzling n lascivious
get wet the flying dust
calm it down
give it fragrance with saliva
keep the kiss on with the drops
don't be calm
keep raining in the dry grass
quench the thirst of years
lest there be an eclipse
of the milky moon
the canal is sleeping dry
dig the pit of love
again and again
Dig continuously
make the magical
water fountain
saturate it from root to tip
linger dreaded memories.
hot steam is rising from the earth
the leaves are staggering
the fragrant wind is not blowing
Ohhh!!! someone come
make this night intoxicated
bloom it with warm touch
mesmerize the whole sky
give the earth a magical juice
Ignite the extinguishing flame
make the whole environment
drizzling n lascivious
get wet the flying dust
calm it down
give it fragrance with saliva
keep the kiss on with the drops
don't be calm
keep raining in the dry grass
quench the thirst of years
lest there be an eclipse
of the milky moon
the canal is sleeping dry
dig the pit of love
again and again
Dig continuously
make the magical
water fountain
saturate it from root to tip
linger dreaded memories.
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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Oh Missy
Missy, you always do this to me
Making me flush with heat
I desire more than just friendship, you see
A burning passion that I can't defeat
Being in your presence is a scene
An art of love that consumes my mind
Memories of us, intense and obscene
The way they intertwine, one of a kind
You are more than just good to me
You're a tempting sip of desire
Your very essence sets me free
A burning flame that I can't retire
I want to explore your every inch
And add extra blessings to your treasure
Make you gasp with every touch, every flinch
As our bodies intertwine in pure pleasure
Let's create memories that curl
And reimagine situations that stiffen
I want to bring you to the edge of whirl
With every touch, every kiss, every sin
Missy, my desire for you never ends
I crave the taste of your sweet delight
Together we'll explore new lands
And experience love that's pure and right.
Making me flush with heat
I desire more than just friendship, you see
A burning passion that I can't defeat
Being in your presence is a scene
An art of love that consumes my mind
Memories of us, intense and obscene
The way they intertwine, one of a kind
You are more than just good to me
You're a tempting sip of desire
Your very essence sets me free
A burning flame that I can't retire
I want to explore your every inch
And add extra blessings to your treasure
Make you gasp with every touch, every flinch
As our bodies intertwine in pure pleasure
Let's create memories that curl
And reimagine situations that stiffen
I want to bring you to the edge of whirl
With every touch, every kiss, every sin
Missy, my desire for you never ends
I crave the taste of your sweet delight
Together we'll explore new lands
And experience love that's pure and right.
Written by Dre_k47
(AnDre James)
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long waited weekend...
like the
cracks in
the drought
long to heal
in the rain
excitement
in the wait
was mutual
like balloons
held underwater
bursting out
like serpents
wrapped around
each other
please
take my
breath
inhale
exhale
slowly
as you ride
whisper
something
to tickle
everything
yearning
inside
to live in
this ecstasy
and rejuvenate
the night
I would
drown
the sun
again and
again
Written by dejure
(vick)
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To the Dearly Departed Body Part Dearest
"Beyond all Reasonable doubt, a soul is a something or other with body parts --
though each member is immaterial."
-- a something or other of a huge, thick thing
immaterial
*
The most erotic part of each dead woman is her "soul,"
that naughty something hosts of somethings still cannot resist,
especially that sexy something smart on birth control,
yet sans VD on seeing its venereologist --
the eager something's no thing hot for one eternal tryst,
the no thing's nothing having not been touched intact untorn,
the something being virginal to tease the fantasist,
whose half-inch thing a half-inch grows on being full reborn --
to rise erect before the no thing bald of nothings shorn,
a thing desirous of the something's no thing large engorged,
no longer of a stink, dried-up, and tragically timeworn,
true love by one-inch things and no things juicy solely forged --
for factual it is among the faithful sans one doubt
both things and no things love to bonk in Hell till all burnt out.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain in the immaterial world of no classy erotica material
for soulful spermicide donors of masturbatory fantasies
somewhat less than keen
a revolving helios sonnet menippean satire on
soulless sex with sexless souls
april, 2023 -- not much ado about no thing in heavens
(or yet much to do in paradises for spirits bone idle)
though each member is immaterial."
-- a something or other of a huge, thick thing
immaterial
*
The most erotic part of each dead woman is her "soul,"
that naughty something hosts of somethings still cannot resist,
especially that sexy something smart on birth control,
yet sans VD on seeing its venereologist --
the eager something's no thing hot for one eternal tryst,
the no thing's nothing having not been touched intact untorn,
the something being virginal to tease the fantasist,
whose half-inch thing a half-inch grows on being full reborn --
to rise erect before the no thing bald of nothings shorn,
a thing desirous of the something's no thing large engorged,
no longer of a stink, dried-up, and tragically timeworn,
true love by one-inch things and no things juicy solely forged --
for factual it is among the faithful sans one doubt
both things and no things love to bonk in Hell till all burnt out.
*
a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain in the immaterial world of no classy erotica material
for soulful spermicide donors of masturbatory fantasies
somewhat less than keen
a revolving helios sonnet menippean satire on
soulless sex with sexless souls
april, 2023 -- not much ado about no thing in heavens
(or yet much to do in paradises for spirits bone idle)
Written by Jordan
(D.O.C.)
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sunday
sunday, you smell like
a bridge over troubled water
on the way to church
southern son's and daughters
with long and lacy skirts
and lipsticked linen collars
gather round for grace
head home to hidden hollers
wrapped in your embrace
we pray on skinned-up knees
off behind the place
where the congregation meets
i know who to thank
and you know what i need
sunday best in heaps
on the floor where we had fallen
leaves scattered at your feet
brought by broken window breeze
so get dressed come on
sunday dinner's done-
i think i hear them calling
in the wind we'll meet again
like flowers and their pollen
a bridge over troubled water
on the way to church
southern son's and daughters
with long and lacy skirts
and lipsticked linen collars
gather round for grace
head home to hidden hollers
wrapped in your embrace
we pray on skinned-up knees
off behind the place
where the congregation meets
i know who to thank
and you know what i need
sunday best in heaps
on the floor where we had fallen
leaves scattered at your feet
brought by broken window breeze
so get dressed come on
sunday dinner's done-
i think i hear them calling
in the wind we'll meet again
like flowers and their pollen
Written by GreaterPeril
(Jared from the Backwoods)
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