Poetry competition CLOSED 10th February 2024 7:43am
WINNER
LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore)
LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore)
Unexpected Love
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem about a relationship that you were not expecting
I want YOU to write about a relationship that you were not expecting (doesn't have to necessarily have to be about a romantic relationship).
As always here are the rules/guidelines and I will provide an example (or two).
* 1 month
* 2 pieces/poems per writer
* minimum of 10 lines
* no limit on length
*can be old or new (no preference)
* and lastly have fun
* it will be open to a public vote in the end
Please PM me for questions, comments or concerns.
As always here are the rules/guidelines and I will provide an example (or two).
* 1 month
* 2 pieces/poems per writer
* minimum of 10 lines
* no limit on length
*can be old or new (no preference)
* and lastly have fun
* it will be open to a public vote in the end
Please PM me for questions, comments or concerns.
A World of Possibilities
We were nothing more than friends,
But something shifted for us that
Night. It is like being in a dark room
And then someone turns on the light.
Suddenly I see every possibility with
You and us. We do not know the ends,
Only all the beginnings and all the path
We travel on. When the flowers bloom
We cannot stop them. As we take flight
Above the scene it is like the wordsmith
In me finally stays quiet and enjoys every
Moment with you. Within your embrace
I feel safe and secure. With every kiss and
Laugh I feel more at home. Maybe we are
Just a fantasy or maybe this is life throwing
Us a chance. I will cherish every memory
With your calloused fingertips that trace
The deepest parts of me and with my hand
On your chest. I count every blessing and star
That comes my way. You are simply showing
Me I am worth it in the thousands of people
Who walk this earth every day. I am worthy
Of the love and kindness I give so freely to
Other people. You show me that the future
Is bright and full of so many possibilities.
How is it that you make this life less dull?
In a life filled with many doubts and worries
You make forget every single one. With you
I forget about all those who once knew her,
The girl I used to be. With you the infinities
Of stars do not diminish or fade away from
View. Maybe I will blink and this might all
Be over soon, but I will never forget the way
You jump-started the spark in my heart I have
Not felt for a while. I used to feel like I was
An abnormal molecule or like a small crumb
On the horizon, but although now my wall
Has come crashing down you never stray
Far from keeping me protected. I never half
My love or heart for anyone. When the applause
Died down and the curtain closed you were
Still there, more than willing to be there for me.
How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?
A friend and consistent presence that can never
Be replaced. Just like a quilt you give me warmth
And shelter. As some things feel like it is blurry
On the horizon you are clear like the waves at sea
Welcoming me back with open arms. The knife
Drops to the floor and I do not want to pull the lever
On this friendship we share. You are my forever north.
We were nothing more than friends,
But something shifted for us that
Night. It is like being in a dark room
And then someone turns on the light.
Suddenly I see every possibility with
You and us. We do not know the ends,
Only all the beginnings and all the path
We travel on. When the flowers bloom
We cannot stop them. As we take flight
Above the scene it is like the wordsmith
In me finally stays quiet and enjoys every
Moment with you. Within your embrace
I feel safe and secure. With every kiss and
Laugh I feel more at home. Maybe we are
Just a fantasy or maybe this is life throwing
Us a chance. I will cherish every memory
With your calloused fingertips that trace
The deepest parts of me and with my hand
On your chest. I count every blessing and star
That comes my way. You are simply showing
Me I am worth it in the thousands of people
Who walk this earth every day. I am worthy
Of the love and kindness I give so freely to
Other people. You show me that the future
Is bright and full of so many possibilities.
How is it that you make this life less dull?
In a life filled with many doubts and worries
You make forget every single one. With you
I forget about all those who once knew her,
The girl I used to be. With you the infinities
Of stars do not diminish or fade away from
View. Maybe I will blink and this might all
Be over soon, but I will never forget the way
You jump-started the spark in my heart I have
Not felt for a while. I used to feel like I was
An abnormal molecule or like a small crumb
On the horizon, but although now my wall
Has come crashing down you never stray
Far from keeping me protected. I never half
My love or heart for anyone. When the applause
Died down and the curtain closed you were
Still there, more than willing to be there for me.
How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?
A friend and consistent presence that can never
Be replaced. Just like a quilt you give me warmth
And shelter. As some things feel like it is blurry
On the horizon you are clear like the waves at sea
Welcoming me back with open arms. The knife
Drops to the floor and I do not want to pull the lever
On this friendship we share. You are my forever north.
orgasm for my soul
You seem familiar
with no criteria
my mental state is close to a delirium
Balance has lost its point
All meanings are destroyed
I'm vaporized and visit an unknown asteroid
An orgasm for my soul
Nothing can be with you dull
even the cold is warmer, even the half looks whole
All I think is your face
I know, it's the enthusiasm phase
but I want to lick your body without a trace of disgrace
We can't stop making love
everything is in a lull
affection is turned into a song reaching the highest octave
You brought the down upside
Transformed my heart in a stride
laid on the shore with nature being all snowblind
My soul will travel near you
paint with all shades of blue
your astral body dwells in the warmness of my view
with no criteria
my mental state is close to a delirium
Balance has lost its point
All meanings are destroyed
I'm vaporized and visit an unknown asteroid
An orgasm for my soul
Nothing can be with you dull
even the cold is warmer, even the half looks whole
All I think is your face
I know, it's the enthusiasm phase
but I want to lick your body without a trace of disgrace
We can't stop making love
everything is in a lull
affection is turned into a song reaching the highest octave
You brought the down upside
Transformed my heart in a stride
laid on the shore with nature being all snowblind
My soul will travel near you
paint with all shades of blue
your astral body dwells in the warmness of my view
Written by personanongrata
(Astral Gift)
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Event
Whoever opens the door is not counting
to see the face of those who come
from behind...
Stabbed in the womb.
The insides unfurled!
Whistling wind
in the cracks…
Whoever opens the door
is not waiting
to have their face licked
by the wind.
The smell of ferns
passing under the door and
the muffled hinges
by the creaking of drying clothes.
Whoever opens the door is not thinking
to take with the door
In the face.
to see the face of those who come
from behind...
Stabbed in the womb.
The insides unfurled!
Whistling wind
in the cracks…
Whoever opens the door
is not waiting
to have their face licked
by the wind.
The smell of ferns
passing under the door and
the muffled hinges
by the creaking of drying clothes.
Whoever opens the door is not thinking
to take with the door
In the face.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Crazy Day
I am crazy today
I feel like a butterfly
without the butter
or butter without the fly
I see the blue sky
from a tunnel
or is it a funnel
a burrow for my soul
to enter eternity
or is that flying over
above the coloured clouds…
I am crazy today
singing in high octave
trying to drown
this insanity in
in porous silt
I want to be an ostrich
but I can’t bear
the sounds of falling sand
I hear the distant
whispers of demand
be sane be sane be sane
I tell my friend
don’t say a word
I am damaged goods
he laughs hollowly
‘I am damaged too
look at me, hear me
I roar like a whisperer’
I fold in, silently
feeling the arms
Of insanity
Hug me….
I feel like a butterfly
without the butter
or butter without the fly
I see the blue sky
from a tunnel
or is it a funnel
a burrow for my soul
to enter eternity
or is that flying over
above the coloured clouds…
I am crazy today
singing in high octave
trying to drown
this insanity in
in porous silt
I want to be an ostrich
but I can’t bear
the sounds of falling sand
I hear the distant
whispers of demand
be sane be sane be sane
I tell my friend
don’t say a word
I am damaged goods
he laughs hollowly
‘I am damaged too
look at me, hear me
I roar like a whisperer’
I fold in, silently
feeling the arms
Of insanity
Hug me….
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Sits Evil
Sitting motionless
On his pee-wet bed
looking inwards
into his darkness
where swirling gibbering
voices whispers urging
pushing him further and further
in a bleakness
a terrain of desolation
in his soul
where he wanders
He remembers his wife
so beautiful
so pliant in his arms
so peaceful
he remembers the darkness
engulfing his eyes
as he looks at her
feels the knife in his hands
he slashes away the darkness
and his wife lay in his arms
in small shivery pieces
He remembers his baby
with pretty curly hair
looking at him so trustingly
he loves her so
he cuddles her
closes his eyes
and brings her over to his darkness
he looks down
his baby is headless
in his arms
her head on the fence spike
He remembers
he looks at their accusing eyes
in his desolate land
he walks towards them
they never wait
they never stop
they keep on swirling in the mist
crying out their sorrow
wailing their accusation;
he sits on his pee-wet bed
drool trickling from his slack mouth.
On his pee-wet bed
looking inwards
into his darkness
where swirling gibbering
voices whispers urging
pushing him further and further
in a bleakness
a terrain of desolation
in his soul
where he wanders
He remembers his wife
so beautiful
so pliant in his arms
so peaceful
he remembers the darkness
engulfing his eyes
as he looks at her
feels the knife in his hands
he slashes away the darkness
and his wife lay in his arms
in small shivery pieces
He remembers his baby
with pretty curly hair
looking at him so trustingly
he loves her so
he cuddles her
closes his eyes
and brings her over to his darkness
he looks down
his baby is headless
in his arms
her head on the fence spike
He remembers
he looks at their accusing eyes
in his desolate land
he walks towards them
they never wait
they never stop
they keep on swirling in the mist
crying out their sorrow
wailing their accusation;
he sits on his pee-wet bed
drool trickling from his slack mouth.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Animal Instincts
We embarked on a hiking venture,
Each with our designated dates to adventure.
In the woods, our eyes found a connection,
A feeling of being mates, a shared affection.
A raw instinct ablaze within our gaze,
You smiled with care, igniting a fiery phase.
The moment arrived, a decision made,
Asking our dates to proceed, a quiet cascade.
With a handful remaining in the forest's hold,
A solitary stroll, a story yet to unfold.
You led the way through the jungle's terrain,
In the quiet shade, a moment to sustain.
You turned around, nerves in the air,
Nervousness aside, a connection we both share.
No words exchanged, a silent retreat,
You pulled my hair, passion at its seat.
A kiss deep and strong, a fiery affair,
Exploring realms, an intimate layer.
As your hands ventured, I felt your warmth,
Bodies intertwined, emotions in a swarm.
Attempting to touch, met with a denial,
Unspoken terms, a passion in exile.
A tight slap as my hands pressed through,
Realization struck, compliance in view.
Naked and bare, in the jungle's embrace,
A wild rendezvous, a passionate chase.
Our juices mingled, a primal feast,
Nibbling and devouring, a hunger increased.
Conjugal delight reached its fruition,
Dressed in silence, an unspoken mission.
Walking back as the sun was setting,
The orange hue, our secret forgetting.
In the fading light, her face revealed,
A feeling of love, an emotion concealed.
As everyone returned, paths did part,
A glance not returned, a broken heart.
Yet, deep within, a truth remains,
We were true beasts that day, no words to explain.
Perhaps, like the animal kingdom, in a primal ballet,
Mating without words, a raw connection on display.
Each with our designated dates to adventure.
In the woods, our eyes found a connection,
A feeling of being mates, a shared affection.
A raw instinct ablaze within our gaze,
You smiled with care, igniting a fiery phase.
The moment arrived, a decision made,
Asking our dates to proceed, a quiet cascade.
With a handful remaining in the forest's hold,
A solitary stroll, a story yet to unfold.
You led the way through the jungle's terrain,
In the quiet shade, a moment to sustain.
You turned around, nerves in the air,
Nervousness aside, a connection we both share.
No words exchanged, a silent retreat,
You pulled my hair, passion at its seat.
A kiss deep and strong, a fiery affair,
Exploring realms, an intimate layer.
As your hands ventured, I felt your warmth,
Bodies intertwined, emotions in a swarm.
Attempting to touch, met with a denial,
Unspoken terms, a passion in exile.
A tight slap as my hands pressed through,
Realization struck, compliance in view.
Naked and bare, in the jungle's embrace,
A wild rendezvous, a passionate chase.
Our juices mingled, a primal feast,
Nibbling and devouring, a hunger increased.
Conjugal delight reached its fruition,
Dressed in silence, an unspoken mission.
Walking back as the sun was setting,
The orange hue, our secret forgetting.
In the fading light, her face revealed,
A feeling of love, an emotion concealed.
As everyone returned, paths did part,
A glance not returned, a broken heart.
Yet, deep within, a truth remains,
We were true beasts that day, no words to explain.
Perhaps, like the animal kingdom, in a primal ballet,
Mating without words, a raw connection on display.
Written by PleasingDragon
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I do Love Rhyme (an unexpected love)
I do love rhyme the way it curves
words like star's mass makes spacetime swerve
photons, switching bright light round bends
so tis with poem's rhyme sense sends
lines round with great verve not like terse
grumpy prose's dead end line words
pretending measured tread could serve
instead of rhyme, man's ancient friend?
I do love rhyme.
From before time as woman birthed
man's tribe her heartbeat's music served
to sooth savage breasts until penned
in mind with dance, song, in the end
man learned from women how to verse,
I do love rhyme...
words like star's mass makes spacetime swerve
photons, switching bright light round bends
so tis with poem's rhyme sense sends
lines round with great verve not like terse
grumpy prose's dead end line words
pretending measured tread could serve
instead of rhyme, man's ancient friend?
I do love rhyme.
From before time as woman birthed
man's tribe her heartbeat's music served
to sooth savage breasts until penned
in mind with dance, song, in the end
man learned from women how to verse,
I do love rhyme...
Written by Rew
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Long ways from home
Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy
trying to explain why I do the things I do
my explanations come out cheap and lazy
but you always seem to pull me through
to a higher highway of thinking
the road is a thousand miles long
and it's got me feeling like a ship sinking
but I know our magnet feeling is strong
pulling me into a place I've never known
a place so safe and secure
peace so deep, I feel it in my bone
no time or place for either to be demure
laying it all out on the altar for all to see
you aren't my usual type by far
but you made my heart to be wild and free
as I fall for you, like so many stars.
trying to explain why I do the things I do
my explanations come out cheap and lazy
but you always seem to pull me through
to a higher highway of thinking
the road is a thousand miles long
and it's got me feeling like a ship sinking
but I know our magnet feeling is strong
pulling me into a place I've never known
a place so safe and secure
peace so deep, I feel it in my bone
no time or place for either to be demure
laying it all out on the altar for all to see
you aren't my usual type by far
but you made my heart to be wild and free
as I fall for you, like so many stars.
Written by LongTubiFree
(JustinSizemore)
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I could be a better boyfriend than him
The bed thumps rhythmically
beneath you while you
make a grocery list
and notice the weird
water stain by the
edge of the ceiling fan
the pace increases so
you stifle a halfassed moan and
tilt your pelvis and
wonder
is this
is this…
and you wait until the shower
starts before you
grimly knock one out
with fingers or vibes,
and the fantasy is always
someone’s skin who
isn’t quite real enough to taste…
To taste.
To taste
The way
The way you taste yourself in
my mouth,
and for the first time
realize you’re
a delicacy
And oh, beautiful,
the way you taste
with my forearm against your
pelvis while you wantonly
writhe against me,
basking in your fucking
feminine power
As. You. Should.
tastes like a sweat-soaked
lullaby wrenched from
your delicate throat
And you revel in
your come on my face,
your fingers in my long hair,
your soft breasts arching up
against my skin
which is
so
like
yours
I don’t care if you shaved
your legs,
or want to just
cuddle, and be sad,
and watch
Disney+
I don’t give a flying shit
about your insecurities
your body issues.
Because you are a goddess.
You.
Are.
Your body has no issues,
other than the fact
it’s not grinding
against mine.
I do the fucking dishes,
and I give the clit
the best seat in the house
and I think
you
her
me
we
are fucking perfect
the way we fucking are.
the way we fucking are.
So dig your nails
into my strong shoulders,
and lose yourself
against my soft mouth,
as I slip two
slim fingers inside you
and growl
in a soft southern lilt
how fucking hot
you make me;
how fucking wet
you are;
How.
Fucking.
Sexy.
You are
with the lights on.
I slide down your body
like it’s a fair ride, and
I revel in the
way it moves me.
And the bed doesn’t
have a rhythm,
(there’s no rhythm,
no ceiling stain, and I already
ordered groceries.)
The only sounds of
you
beneath
me
are those
of your toes curling
in the sheets;
of your cry
of release,
of
my name
on your
ragged breath
beneath you while you
make a grocery list
and notice the weird
water stain by the
edge of the ceiling fan
the pace increases so
you stifle a halfassed moan and
tilt your pelvis and
wonder
is this
is this…
and you wait until the shower
starts before you
grimly knock one out
with fingers or vibes,
and the fantasy is always
someone’s skin who
isn’t quite real enough to taste…
To taste.
To taste
The way
The way you taste yourself in
my mouth,
and for the first time
realize you’re
a delicacy
And oh, beautiful,
the way you taste
with my forearm against your
pelvis while you wantonly
writhe against me,
basking in your fucking
feminine power
As. You. Should.
tastes like a sweat-soaked
lullaby wrenched from
your delicate throat
And you revel in
your come on my face,
your fingers in my long hair,
your soft breasts arching up
against my skin
which is
so
like
yours
I don’t care if you shaved
your legs,
or want to just
cuddle, and be sad,
and watch
Disney+
I don’t give a flying shit
about your insecurities
your body issues.
Because you are a goddess.
You.
Are.
Your body has no issues,
other than the fact
it’s not grinding
against mine.
I do the fucking dishes,
and I give the clit
the best seat in the house
and I think
you
her
me
we
are fucking perfect
the way we fucking are.
the way we fucking are.
So dig your nails
into my strong shoulders,
and lose yourself
against my soft mouth,
as I slip two
slim fingers inside you
and growl
in a soft southern lilt
how fucking hot
you make me;
how fucking wet
you are;
How.
Fucking.
Sexy.
You are
with the lights on.
I slide down your body
like it’s a fair ride, and
I revel in the
way it moves me.
And the bed doesn’t
have a rhythm,
(there’s no rhythm,
no ceiling stain, and I already
ordered groceries.)
The only sounds of
you
beneath
me
are those
of your toes curling
in the sheets;
of your cry
of release,
of
my name
on your
ragged breath
Written by Betty
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Reese — that guy is an ass
I’m leaned against
a vending machine,
arms crossed against
my chest,
toying with my hair,
peeking up at
you between my lashes,
And you’re leaned in
one hand propped
against the machine,
while the other hand
offers me
a peanut butter cup.
I fumble with the plastic,
peel the paper off the cup,
hold one up for you
and you take the whole
thing in one bite
and I forget to breathe at
the feel of your
sensuous mouth
on my fingers.
Swallowing hard,
I almost drop the
package as my
shaking hands
fish the second
Reese’s cup out
head bowed to hide
stained cheeks
I push out the soft center
and joke about
the chocolate ring
being the perfect
size for your
cock.
I look up.
Make eye contact.
You jaw is tight
as you lean
in slow
motion
to write your
name in my mouth.
And love…
your lips are so
sweet that
my fingers
dig into your shirt ,
leaving the
stain of my hand
on the left side
of your chest,
as your free hand
drops the wrapper
and gently
grabs
my
throat
Written by Betty
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Vitruvian Lady
She had beauty, strength, and utility,
As much as any temple built of stone
And by her caress my passion had grown
Into...concupiscent palpability...
Which she knew to be hers to supervise
In all manner of Sybarite conduct
Whereby she might be gloriously fucked,
By quantities that came as a surprise!
A surprise she stated was rather sweet
After she "fixed my little red wagon"
Like a pirate drains an ale flagon
Without missing an orgiastic beat,
As an Aphrodisian votary...
In the heady days of nineteen eighty three!
As much as any temple built of stone
And by her caress my passion had grown
Into...concupiscent palpability...
Which she knew to be hers to supervise
In all manner of Sybarite conduct
Whereby she might be gloriously fucked,
By quantities that came as a surprise!
A surprise she stated was rather sweet
After she "fixed my little red wagon"
Like a pirate drains an ale flagon
Without missing an orgiastic beat,
As an Aphrodisian votary...
In the heady days of nineteen eighty three!
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Shopping in 1988
A chap strolled into Vancouver Mall
for there was the love into which he would fall.
He met her in the frame shop
and what he saw made his jaw drop...
since her frame was the finest of all.
for there was the love into which he would fall.
He met her in the frame shop
and what he saw made his jaw drop...
since her frame was the finest of all.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Mercury retrogate II
Where is the source of that affection?
Why do I perceive you as authentic love?
Is that our passion reincarnation
or am I constructing what I really want?
What is exactly this thing that you're feeling
and how much close to what we call real?
I fell for your energy the moment it spoke to me
and went like "you know me, I've always been here"
So what is the matter with our material
Who is responsible of this tender pull
Our distance appears phony and linear
but I'm scared to death of being the fool
Why do I perceive you as authentic love?
Is that our passion reincarnation
or am I constructing what I really want?
What is exactly this thing that you're feeling
and how much close to what we call real?
I fell for your energy the moment it spoke to me
and went like "you know me, I've always been here"
So what is the matter with our material
Who is responsible of this tender pull
Our distance appears phony and linear
but I'm scared to death of being the fool
Written by personanongrata
(Astral Gift)
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First love
In childhood's days, so sweet and mild,
A furry friend entered, love compiled.
Soft fur rubbing, gentle licks in a trance,
Expressions of love, a furry dance.
Learned to love profusely, a gentle guide,
From this creature's musings, love did abide.
She grew me into a person so true,
Taught to love back, no matter what ensue.
As I grew, love lingered, steadfast and true,
Yet, others filled my time, a different view.
The beautiful soul persistently sought,
With huffs, saying, "Where are you? I miss you," she brought.
I'd return, hold her, cuddle, and adore,
But growing up meant seeking more.
One day I returned, from play I came,
No eager greeting, it wasn't the same.
She left this world, a love divine,
A godly memory, forever mine.
Now at the door, tears gently fall,
Hoping she'll return, hear my heart's call.
A furry friend entered, love compiled.
Soft fur rubbing, gentle licks in a trance,
Expressions of love, a furry dance.
Learned to love profusely, a gentle guide,
From this creature's musings, love did abide.
She grew me into a person so true,
Taught to love back, no matter what ensue.
As I grew, love lingered, steadfast and true,
Yet, others filled my time, a different view.
The beautiful soul persistently sought,
With huffs, saying, "Where are you? I miss you," she brought.
I'd return, hold her, cuddle, and adore,
But growing up meant seeking more.
One day I returned, from play I came,
No eager greeting, it wasn't the same.
She left this world, a love divine,
A godly memory, forever mine.
Now at the door, tears gently fall,
Hoping she'll return, hear my heart's call.
Written by PleasingDragon
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