Poetry competition CLOSED 17th April 2019 3:27am
WINNER
Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
RUNNER-UP:
wallyroo92
Man of my dreams or Lady in my Life?
Ever flower
She sparkles in my bed at night
Wearing her see through nightie and push up bra
She loves her ears to be be kissed
That makes her breath so heavy
She has the perfect breasts so proud
And rosebuds that beg to be sucked
Her hair shorn flower swells with my touch
As my manhood rises She holds it tight
Squeezing it gently to feel it’s girth
Then sucks it so lovingly
With her tongue and her lips
Her sexy panties have to come off now
As I taste her wet flower
Parting her lips with my tongue
Her juices flowing before my cum
Nowit’s time to take her to ecstasy
And my manhood takes her virginity
Wearing her see through nightie and push up bra
She loves her ears to be be kissed
That makes her breath so heavy
She has the perfect breasts so proud
And rosebuds that beg to be sucked
Her hair shorn flower swells with my touch
As my manhood rises She holds it tight
Squeezing it gently to feel it’s girth
Then sucks it so lovingly
With her tongue and her lips
Her sexy panties have to come off now
As I taste her wet flower
Parting her lips with my tongue
Her juices flowing before my cum
Nowit’s time to take her to ecstasy
And my manhood takes her virginity
Written by Bernardt
(Bernard t)
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Secret Windows
(The poet to his muse)
I sit on the floor of this big empty house,
Lost in the lore of what is meant to be,
Through doorways that lead to vacant rooms,
I explore the entrance of a fantasy.
And there I see a window overlooking hers,
Alone in a room filled with artful fervidness,
It warms my soul, without flesh and bone,
The muse seems to dream in assertiveness.
I look closer
She sighs amidst aspirations and prying eyes,
As I long in the emptiness of the centuries,
Through these windows, dusty and old,
Her allure is something of misty memories.
I think I see her through another portal,
Like secret windows that peer into the soul,
But the words spoken are cryptic fictions,
As the house feels empty and getting cold.
I stand there pressed up against the pane,
Every word is an emotion yet silent still,
Watching the muse alone in her room,
Waiting with anticipation and thrill.
I’ve become a dream or some imagination,
Or something the muse has needed most,
But my words are written in secret windows,
In this big empty house I’ve become a ghost.
I sit on the floor of this big empty house,
Lost in the lore of what is meant to be,
Through doorways that lead to vacant rooms,
I explore the entrance of a fantasy.
And there I see a window overlooking hers,
Alone in a room filled with artful fervidness,
It warms my soul, without flesh and bone,
The muse seems to dream in assertiveness.
I look closer
She sighs amidst aspirations and prying eyes,
As I long in the emptiness of the centuries,
Through these windows, dusty and old,
Her allure is something of misty memories.
I think I see her through another portal,
Like secret windows that peer into the soul,
But the words spoken are cryptic fictions,
As the house feels empty and getting cold.
I stand there pressed up against the pane,
Every word is an emotion yet silent still,
Watching the muse alone in her room,
Waiting with anticipation and thrill.
I’ve become a dream or some imagination,
Or something the muse has needed most,
But my words are written in secret windows,
In this big empty house I’ve become a ghost.
Written by wallyroo92
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If only she knew
Swaying back and forth
In our world beneath the stars
I wish we could stay forever
Away from the bustling cars
Holding you in my arms
Pulling you ever tighter
Mesmerized by your charms
You quell my inner fighter
Your love is so earth shaking
You have knocked me from my feet
Your beauty so breathtaking
You make my heart skip beat
How I wish we could dance forever, in our world beneath the stars
For the longer I am with you, the more you heal my scars
In our world beneath the stars
I wish we could stay forever
Away from the bustling cars
Holding you in my arms
Pulling you ever tighter
Mesmerized by your charms
You quell my inner fighter
Your love is so earth shaking
You have knocked me from my feet
Your beauty so breathtaking
You make my heart skip beat
How I wish we could dance forever, in our world beneath the stars
For the longer I am with you, the more you heal my scars
Written by Jomamma97
(Frank Statile)
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I Pray
I close my teary eyes,
Look to the moonlit skies,
And to the gods I pray,
That maybe someday,
We may meet again,
And that when we do I will no longer have to refrain,
From telling you how I feel,
How our first meeting was such a thrill.
How I was happy alone,
Until I found a love, unknown...
You,
Sweet, kind, intelligent, funny, interesting, beautiful, wise, sensible, talented, you.
How, I know that all will be alright,
Because when I look up at night,
The stars spell out your name,
And the moon and your face, are one and the same,
Bright, celestial, loving, beauty,
Inside and out, your entire entity.
Sweeter than Turkish Delight,
Cuter than a kitten in the sunlight,
More beautiful than a starry night,
Kinder and gentler than a gentle spring shower,
Wiser and more sensible than a philosopher,
Stronger and more secure than a castle tower,
More intelligent and interesting than the fullest, most diverse bookshelf,
More loving than Anteros, himself,
Funnier than "Cards Against Humanity" itself,
More talented than a dragon in it's natural element!
Having met you, and seeing you in person, is my testament,
To there still being beauty of soul left in this crazy world.
Look to the moonlit skies,
And to the gods I pray,
That maybe someday,
We may meet again,
And that when we do I will no longer have to refrain,
From telling you how I feel,
How our first meeting was such a thrill.
How I was happy alone,
Until I found a love, unknown...
You,
Sweet, kind, intelligent, funny, interesting, beautiful, wise, sensible, talented, you.
How, I know that all will be alright,
Because when I look up at night,
The stars spell out your name,
And the moon and your face, are one and the same,
Bright, celestial, loving, beauty,
Inside and out, your entire entity.
Sweeter than Turkish Delight,
Cuter than a kitten in the sunlight,
More beautiful than a starry night,
Kinder and gentler than a gentle spring shower,
Wiser and more sensible than a philosopher,
Stronger and more secure than a castle tower,
More intelligent and interesting than the fullest, most diverse bookshelf,
More loving than Anteros, himself,
Funnier than "Cards Against Humanity" itself,
More talented than a dragon in it's natural element!
Having met you, and seeing you in person, is my testament,
To there still being beauty of soul left in this crazy world.
Written by Orc_Pirate_68
(Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
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