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Poetry competition CLOSED 7th February 2019 8:19pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
Dedicated to a Stripper
Poetry Contest Description
Strippers work in the night and are forgotten in the night. This is a competition to write poems that give them a spotlight that normally only goes to day workers.
For Male or Female
Up to 3 poems per poet.
Can have erotic content.
BUT
1 Rule: This is about an appreciation, so write something that you wouldn't mind giving to the stripper in the poem.
Tips- You could channel back to an experience you had with a stripper (but you don't have to have had an experience with a stripper to write).
MY POEM below:
This was a poem I wrote dedicated to a stripper who went by Snow. I've only been to a strip club twice, but I make sure to write a poem to remember the girl I spent the most time with.
----The Honeysuckle Snow of that Unsung New Year----
Distilled young sun off gray floaters.
Dry shower through unstrewn touch,
the icelessness fell.
In season,
boldiers of calzon dough beaten through a basedrum
that folds into oversaturated heartwood at the tree hip.
A scratching fur bumps out the glass in a drop of a leather nosegaurd
as ethanol washed out in its melted rocks
the tingling of a bruise.
Repassing the bee's tongue of blows from levee,
30 packed cotton balls brined in a bagged salt sea,
left for residue by the escape of the harmonica reed.
A toweled water hit the hand for fortune like concrete
in child resting asana
and meditated the cups by a polarity,
cups spit out from the pulsed hydrogen net.
Now my hand smells of lichen to the light head from the spheric skim of melody.
An asterisk craddled out of a skeletal ladder and upstood pincers
whipping over a resigned period
— emphatic, transient hurl.
Behind there was scattered snowflake crystal
centered by a snowball.
Withdrawn from there was a suction arch in confetti string poured down the green tips
The Bose-Einsteen condensate possessed and unpossessed
on an open canvas of twirling blackout.
That incandescent starbow smiled with the bite of a Native American wolfdog
in a sailing, then rippling pur
and pearled the skyline as its brush sponge.
The land's battle-drawn confusion
returns to a new fog tucked from the high moon in which it was conceived on millenia of pushpin paper.
Up to 3 poems per poet.
Can have erotic content.
BUT
1 Rule: This is about an appreciation, so write something that you wouldn't mind giving to the stripper in the poem.
Tips- You could channel back to an experience you had with a stripper (but you don't have to have had an experience with a stripper to write).
MY POEM below:
This was a poem I wrote dedicated to a stripper who went by Snow. I've only been to a strip club twice, but I make sure to write a poem to remember the girl I spent the most time with.
----The Honeysuckle Snow of that Unsung New Year----
Distilled young sun off gray floaters.
Dry shower through unstrewn touch,
the icelessness fell.
In season,
boldiers of calzon dough beaten through a basedrum
that folds into oversaturated heartwood at the tree hip.
A scratching fur bumps out the glass in a drop of a leather nosegaurd
as ethanol washed out in its melted rocks
the tingling of a bruise.
Repassing the bee's tongue of blows from levee,
30 packed cotton balls brined in a bagged salt sea,
left for residue by the escape of the harmonica reed.
A toweled water hit the hand for fortune like concrete
in child resting asana
and meditated the cups by a polarity,
cups spit out from the pulsed hydrogen net.
Now my hand smells of lichen to the light head from the spheric skim of melody.
An asterisk craddled out of a skeletal ladder and upstood pincers
whipping over a resigned period
— emphatic, transient hurl.
Behind there was scattered snowflake crystal
centered by a snowball.
Withdrawn from there was a suction arch in confetti string poured down the green tips
The Bose-Einsteen condensate possessed and unpossessed
on an open canvas of twirling blackout.
That incandescent starbow smiled with the bite of a Native American wolfdog
in a sailing, then rippling pur
and pearled the skyline as its brush sponge.
The land's battle-drawn confusion
returns to a new fog tucked from the high moon in which it was conceived on millenia of pushpin paper.
Anonymous
Friendly Places
In the midst of the loud music and dim lights,
In the midst of the excitement I paid attention,
When you hit the stage everyone took notice,
You were the cutest dancer in the convention.
Your moves were so smooth and enticing,
Every creep and perv sat closer to the stage,
And I, like one of them took on the invitation,
When you started dancing everyone engaged.
The damned lights that twinkled and flickered,
Didn’t do justice to the petite body you exposed,
In those glass see through five inch high heels,
With erotic movements and hints you proposed.
And as the cheap bastards threw dollars at you,
With a creepy sensation of perversion in their eyes,
You would flash them a quick how do you do,
Of the trimmed hoo-hoo hidden between your thighs.
Then you cat walked toward me like a pretty little kitty,
You looked at me like I was your prey,
I quickly reached into my pockets,
To give you a tip for our quick soiree.
You were a pretty little thing if you don’t mind me saying,
When you flashed more than I expected and assuaged,
In fact, even the drunk bastards took notice of us,
When you got really close and leaped out of the stage.
Oh the smell of your skin was like something so fine,
When you writhed over me on top of my chest,
Looking into my eyes like we were making a connection,
That you took my hands and rubbed them over your breasts.
And I thought, “Damn this place is mighty friendly
That a mere two bucks I can get you this much”,
But it was bullshit, as you crawled away I noticed,
They were two twenties you held in your clutch.
In the midst of the loud music and dim lights,
In the midst of the excitement I paid attention,
When you hit the stage everyone took notice,
You were the cutest dancer in the convention.
Your moves were so smooth and enticing,
Every creep and perv sat closer to the stage,
And I, like one of them took on the invitation,
When you started dancing everyone engaged.
The damned lights that twinkled and flickered,
Didn’t do justice to the petite body you exposed,
In those glass see through five inch high heels,
With erotic movements and hints you proposed.
And as the cheap bastards threw dollars at you,
With a creepy sensation of perversion in their eyes,
You would flash them a quick how do you do,
Of the trimmed hoo-hoo hidden between your thighs.
Then you cat walked toward me like a pretty little kitty,
You looked at me like I was your prey,
I quickly reached into my pockets,
To give you a tip for our quick soiree.
You were a pretty little thing if you don’t mind me saying,
When you flashed more than I expected and assuaged,
In fact, even the drunk bastards took notice of us,
When you got really close and leaped out of the stage.
Oh the smell of your skin was like something so fine,
When you writhed over me on top of my chest,
Looking into my eyes like we were making a connection,
That you took my hands and rubbed them over your breasts.
And I thought, “Damn this place is mighty friendly
That a mere two bucks I can get you this much”,
But it was bullshit, as you crawled away I noticed,
They were two twenties you held in your clutch.
GET NAKED
Get naked
Be proud
Take everything off
Before the cheering crowd
No shame
No regrets
Show them all of you
Everything you've got
You’re hot
You’re beautiful
Why do you think
Everyone’s cheering for you?
Take it off
Take it all off
We want to see you in all your glory
Not just just a flash that's silly
Your breasts
Your ass
And let us see
Your beautiful pussy
Be proud
Naked Goddess
We your adoring faithful
Are smitten by your presence
Above poem was inspired by a true event. Years ago, I took a girlfriend to a local strip joint in Western Wisconsin. My girlfriend, a college senior, was a shy reserved flower, but the scene made her a bit giddy. Towards the end of the show she expressed that she’d like to try stripping. So, during the amateur call, I encouraged her to dance. Much to my surprised she stripped totally nude. Afterwards she’d tell me that it was the most empowering thing she’d ever done.
Indeed it was, because shortly after she moved on to better boyfriend. (sob)!
Be proud
Take everything off
Before the cheering crowd
No shame
No regrets
Show them all of you
Everything you've got
You’re hot
You’re beautiful
Why do you think
Everyone’s cheering for you?
Take it off
Take it all off
We want to see you in all your glory
Not just just a flash that's silly
Your breasts
Your ass
And let us see
Your beautiful pussy
Be proud
Naked Goddess
We your adoring faithful
Are smitten by your presence
Above poem was inspired by a true event. Years ago, I took a girlfriend to a local strip joint in Western Wisconsin. My girlfriend, a college senior, was a shy reserved flower, but the scene made her a bit giddy. Towards the end of the show she expressed that she’d like to try stripping. So, during the amateur call, I encouraged her to dance. Much to my surprised she stripped totally nude. Afterwards she’d tell me that it was the most empowering thing she’d ever done.
Indeed it was, because shortly after she moved on to better boyfriend. (sob)!
Written by snugglebuck
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So You Want To See Me Dance
So you want to watch me dance
Giving you a hard on as a mental romance
Gripping my pole, making love to it
My passion in exchange for the hidden desires of your dick
Pleasing myself as I touch my clit
Naughty games with my fingers sliding into my wet slit
My pussy gyrating making you want me
No touching love, just feel the lustful need
Sliding up and down my dance pole
Imaging your dick thrusting deep inside my wet pussy hole
The pole dividing my butt cheeks
Parting me, sniffing me
My hands softy caressing up my leg with a soft tease
Back sliding up and down the pole a seductive ride
Perky breasts bouncing side-to-side
Palm gripped, swinging around my pole, eyes capturing yours
More dollars onto the stage they pour
Upside down flip, pussy shot
G-string sparking in the dark until it fell off
I see you gripping that shot glass in your hand
Erection pointing north from all you can stand
Making it rain with those dollars
For a taste of this and to make me holler
Up that money game
Wind my pussy up and then sop it as it rain
Oh you want another woman to join in to please you
Are you leaking now from your family jewels
One soft hand cupping my breast
The other hand gliding down to my pussy, where it rest
Her fingers rubbing over me, making love to my clit
Visions of you darting your tongue inside my wet slit
Mm you have some hypnotic eyes
To please you beyond these dim lights would be my sweetest surprise
The seduction of the preacher by the teacher
Dropping it like its hot, legs opening, pussy flash
Rolling on a bed of bills, twerking my ass
Slap it baby, as you slid a bill under my bra’s spaghetti string
On my knees, ass in your face, go head and part my buttocks, and taste the butter rum cream
Umm... you such a nasty boy
My kind of midnight toy
Crawling to you as sleek as a tigress in pursuit
Down your zipper goes, uum my mouth giving your erection its just due
Throwing your head back from my oral sensual attack
Thrusting your dick harder into mouth, better than a hand job whack
Craving me from the hunger of my pleasure giving knack
Sitting back
Titty fuck sandwiching that hard snack
Tongue tasting your tip
Pre-cum oozing out the small slit in your dick
I’m licking off every single bit
The lights are on us
Palming my head, my mouth taking in your hard upward thrusts
Money pouring over my head...umm, no need to rush
Drowning the flavor of your soul past the back of my throat
Buying me for the night so no one else floats my boat
The last time this occurred
I was on my back until the calling of the morning birds
Are you ready for this, for me
My illicit needs
In your bed, on my knees, in the shower, you fucking me as you please
Giving you a hard on as a mental romance
Gripping my pole, making love to it
My passion in exchange for the hidden desires of your dick
Pleasing myself as I touch my clit
Naughty games with my fingers sliding into my wet slit
My pussy gyrating making you want me
No touching love, just feel the lustful need
Sliding up and down my dance pole
Imaging your dick thrusting deep inside my wet pussy hole
The pole dividing my butt cheeks
Parting me, sniffing me
My hands softy caressing up my leg with a soft tease
Back sliding up and down the pole a seductive ride
Perky breasts bouncing side-to-side
Palm gripped, swinging around my pole, eyes capturing yours
More dollars onto the stage they pour
Upside down flip, pussy shot
G-string sparking in the dark until it fell off
I see you gripping that shot glass in your hand
Erection pointing north from all you can stand
Making it rain with those dollars
For a taste of this and to make me holler
Up that money game
Wind my pussy up and then sop it as it rain
Oh you want another woman to join in to please you
Are you leaking now from your family jewels
One soft hand cupping my breast
The other hand gliding down to my pussy, where it rest
Her fingers rubbing over me, making love to my clit
Visions of you darting your tongue inside my wet slit
Mm you have some hypnotic eyes
To please you beyond these dim lights would be my sweetest surprise
The seduction of the preacher by the teacher
Dropping it like its hot, legs opening, pussy flash
Rolling on a bed of bills, twerking my ass
Slap it baby, as you slid a bill under my bra’s spaghetti string
On my knees, ass in your face, go head and part my buttocks, and taste the butter rum cream
Umm... you such a nasty boy
My kind of midnight toy
Crawling to you as sleek as a tigress in pursuit
Down your zipper goes, uum my mouth giving your erection its just due
Throwing your head back from my oral sensual attack
Thrusting your dick harder into mouth, better than a hand job whack
Craving me from the hunger of my pleasure giving knack
Sitting back
Titty fuck sandwiching that hard snack
Tongue tasting your tip
Pre-cum oozing out the small slit in your dick
I’m licking off every single bit
The lights are on us
Palming my head, my mouth taking in your hard upward thrusts
Money pouring over my head...umm, no need to rush
Drowning the flavor of your soul past the back of my throat
Buying me for the night so no one else floats my boat
The last time this occurred
I was on my back until the calling of the morning birds
Are you ready for this, for me
My illicit needs
In your bed, on my knees, in the shower, you fucking me as you please
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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To the throb of music, the
announcer, stage left,
stomps a foot to the beat,
flings a hand out, pointing
indicates center stage as a
spotlight suddenly burns
bright where I stand,
feet apart in red stiletto heels
showing off a pair of nicely
turned ankles wrapped
in fishnet stockings, held up
with garters of roses.
My figure sparkles from
glitter dusted on my skin.
The beat courses through me,
my eardrums twitter,
tickling the canal
as I start to shake my head
with dark hair piled high
off my neck
to best advantage,
held firmly in place with
lacquer and rhinestone pins.
Clad in satin evening gloves,
I lift my arms high
over my head, hands giving
their signature wave
with patrons cheering
appreciatively,
anticipating the act
they’ve come to come by.
Now this is where you're
supposed to chuckle.
Gentlemen customers
move in close while others
stay in their seats with their
drinks, and maybe a girl.
Money’s already scattering
onto the stage.
The music shifts and my hips
swivel, twisting the g-string
that slides up and clings
between two beauties.
I turn, bend, reach for my
calves, and make ‘em smile.
The men all howl like the
wolves they are, or more like
coyotes, who do this
every night I do my show.
I’ve got the
choreography down pat.
I begin to swing round and
round on a pole, stage right,
and through the cheers –
Come on baby, take it all off!
I hear a new voice call out,
Will you marry me?
As I swing round once more,
I catch sight of him
slow-clapping out of time
to the rapid riot
of grinding and thumping
that snaps and pops.
Silver disco ball overhead
moves a storm of sparkle
round the walls, the stage,
the floor and him.
He’s straight-faced, and I’m
grinning large, showing off
my pearlies and dimples,
and I’m so nervous!
I start to high-step each time
he claps, heading for the
edge of the stage where small
lights of blue and red shine.
His stare and mine don’t
flicker off one another.
Two of the boys by the stage
reach up, take me by the waist,
easing me down to the floor.
I playfully
push them away, still grinning.
Taking long, slow, deliberate
steps towards him,
he’s still clapping with
no expression, while the
pulse of music and other men
with their wolf calls
and whistles, make me want
to pitch over in a swoon.
But then, everything goes low
and slows down,
catching my second wind –
I’m about to let go.
Flexing and bending my knees,
lowering and straddling,
lap dancing him and
I don’t even know his name!
My snatch playing his crotch
covered in corduroy,
blowing him like a wooden flute
with the wood he’s
giving back to me, drowning
in the hard whine of sax . . .
And as I’m backstage,
cinching my tips pouch tight,
reaching for my coat
to wrap up from the cold air
out back, the cell in my tote
plays a rapper’s tune.
I whirl around in my ballet
flats as I caress
an ear to my husband’s voice
on the other side,
I close my eyes as I pull off
the false eyelashes
and smile, to hear him say
he’s out back in the car . . .
I finish my shower upstairs,
the smell of coffee from the
kitchen, grateful I woke
in time to see the kids off as
their dad prepared to
take them to school, then
head off for work.
Wrapped in a white plush
terrycloth robe,
I pad barefoot downstairs to
serve myself
a cuppa (with milk, no sugar)
and munch an egg bagel
while rustling pages,
reading through
the morning paper.
Original mousework art done
on MSPaint, by Jade Pandora.
The Sexy Stripper
Honey is a woman who strips
She loves to dance and gyrate her hips
She gives lap dances on the side
Sit on your lap and give you a ride
For a little more you can get together
She doesn't care whatever gender
She's tan and has amazing skin
Her body is fit and built for sin
The customers call her Honey
She makes a lot of money
She plays with her gigantic breasts
She squeezes together her beautiful chest
She'll let you put your head in her bosom
She's such an amazing woman
She will show you her swollen clit
Everybody wants to fuck her slit
She loves to strip and do her thing
For the right price, she may have a fling
This babe dances every night
She's a star at the club; her name is in lights
She loves to dance and gyrate her hips
She gives lap dances on the side
Sit on your lap and give you a ride
For a little more you can get together
She doesn't care whatever gender
She's tan and has amazing skin
Her body is fit and built for sin
The customers call her Honey
She makes a lot of money
She plays with her gigantic breasts
She squeezes together her beautiful chest
She'll let you put your head in her bosom
She's such an amazing woman
She will show you her swollen clit
Everybody wants to fuck her slit
She loves to strip and do her thing
For the right price, she may have a fling
This babe dances every night
She's a star at the club; her name is in lights
Written by Mysteria27
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Shape of the night
Night goes strong as time passes by
Waiting for you on the Road to Pass by
ill take you on many journeys
were you can scream all out
with no worries
Stars Glittered like diamonds
like chandeliers in the Sky
and Moonlight shines upon with fury
as our hands both touch
and lips collide
our pride shall step aside
as we look both in the eyes
as we enjoy ourselves
sharing the same bed
putting your head into my chest
telling me that you will never forget
the shape of the night
we had .
Waiting for you on the Road to Pass by
ill take you on many journeys
were you can scream all out
with no worries
Stars Glittered like diamonds
like chandeliers in the Sky
and Moonlight shines upon with fury
as our hands both touch
and lips collide
our pride shall step aside
as we look both in the eyes
as we enjoy ourselves
sharing the same bed
putting your head into my chest
telling me that you will never forget
the shape of the night
we had .
Written by KGERICD
(Kurt Geric Dili)
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Congratulations, Taurek! 🏆
