Poetry competition CLOSED 8th February 2021 5:38pm
WINNER
paperstains
paperstains
RUNNERS-UP:
Noble_Incubus
and Valeriyabeyond
10 Second Moment
Anonymous
Thank you for your entries LJDynamic, BlueVelvete, Magdalena & ClearMindedVillain 🙂
WAIting
Shuddered with pain in my own thoughts
Thinking of ways to submit to your defeat
Mocking Me sarcasm all I hear is the clocks
Nothing else not even my hunger pushes me to eat
I only imagine what you your doing at this very moment
Just tell me what you want say it and you own it
Taking minutes off my mind
Your loves my favorite crime
Not even my own life matters anymore
Addiction every where knocking at my door
My will lead you to me
God's will helps me set you free.....
GOODNIGHT DRAMA
Thinking of ways to submit to your defeat
Mocking Me sarcasm all I hear is the clocks
Nothing else not even my hunger pushes me to eat
I only imagine what you your doing at this very moment
Just tell me what you want say it and you own it
Taking minutes off my mind
Your loves my favorite crime
Not even my own life matters anymore
Addiction every where knocking at my door
My will lead you to me
God's will helps me set you free.....
GOODNIGHT DRAMA
Written by eddieAe
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daydream
I can feel your full lips on mines.
Your hand on the small of my back as I get lost in your eyes.
Like the ink in your skin, I want to be stuck in your mind.
Never mind me, I'm just lost in this daydream of mines.
Your body speaks to me.
I looked at you and automatically wanted you on your knees.
Your chiseled body between my legs.
Your hands rubbing my thighs and gripping my ass.
You kiss me softly and whisper, "I aim to please!" Never mind me,
I'm still lost in this daydream.
Your hand on the small of my back as I get lost in your eyes.
Like the ink in your skin, I want to be stuck in your mind.
Never mind me, I'm just lost in this daydream of mines.
Your body speaks to me.
I looked at you and automatically wanted you on your knees.
Your chiseled body between my legs.
Your hands rubbing my thighs and gripping my ass.
You kiss me softly and whisper, "I aim to please!" Never mind me,
I'm still lost in this daydream.
Written by Poems4me
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Your tongue
Your tongue amazes me everyday
Pleases me in many different ways
Like when you're being childish and lick my face
Then move to my neck at steady a pace
I love the way it dances around my nipples
The way that it sends my body into ripples
When it slides down my back
I can't help but wonder what's next
Got me smiling thinking about sex
It licks me ever so softly
Yet powerful enough to take the wind out of me
My favorite is when you admire and nibble
That always leaves me weak and cripple
What a mighty tongue but yet so simple.
Written by Poems4me
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Treasured Times
It began slowly, one at a time
the arrival of thunderous rumbles
crescendos of sound
blurred streaks in various shades
tearing through the tranquility
black
black & white
brown
brown & white
white
add to the frenzy and loss of order
the long coat queen of the land
equal instigator to the bedlam unfolding
I sat and marveled at the sight and sound
memories of long ago
these similar times encountered
before the influence of ugliness
from thoughts and words
beyond my control at the time
destroyed the joy
is this the destiny of humankind
knowing it should be
I can wish, teach, and lead
in every way possible to assist
that it finally comes true
It then crossed my mind
part of the reason why
it is taking so long in coming
is the fact I take note of the various shades
and it is then I pray for forgetfulness to do so
Written by Amorous_tryst
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keep your mask on motherfucker
long boned hand gently cradling his coffee cup
clean fingernails
a comedown walk
among the pigeons fucking and the fucking homeless
languid
unbitten by the cold morning
that scraped the skin on me raw
unhurried
while we all had somewhere to be
or risk the shame of breaking the lockdown code
for all the world a flaneur
mistaking each other for a daydream fool
he took the time to slow
to a rubberneck crawl and shift
his sneaker’d feet to face me on
intently behind journalist glasses
waiting
for me to recognise him as an equal
it took a moment for my mind to register
the idle threat of it
i could have caused a problem i guess
but i had a bus to catch
and just try me, bitch
get your unessential bony butt back home
like me
that’s what i’m doing
clean fingernails
a comedown walk
among the pigeons fucking and the fucking homeless
languid
unbitten by the cold morning
that scraped the skin on me raw
unhurried
while we all had somewhere to be
or risk the shame of breaking the lockdown code
for all the world a flaneur
mistaking each other for a daydream fool
he took the time to slow
to a rubberneck crawl and shift
his sneaker’d feet to face me on
intently behind journalist glasses
waiting
for me to recognise him as an equal
it took a moment for my mind to register
the idle threat of it
i could have caused a problem i guess
but i had a bus to catch
and just try me, bitch
get your unessential bony butt back home
like me
that’s what i’m doing
Written by anna_grin
(ANNAN)
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The Poets' Dance
the bard's song soars
up to the blue sky
a song of joy and happiness
and the dance pulsated
the waves crashed on the shore
the poets rejoice in the liquid
warm over their bodies
they waxed lyrical
some picked up the guitar
some cheered them on
some danced on the sand
others tasted liquid ambrosia
the poets composed epics
as they drank to each other's health
sunset saw them
around the bonfire
Dawn rays would wake them up
once more they dispersed
to corners of their mind
and their imaginings.
up to the blue sky
a song of joy and happiness
and the dance pulsated
the waves crashed on the shore
the poets rejoice in the liquid
warm over their bodies
they waxed lyrical
some picked up the guitar
some cheered them on
some danced on the sand
others tasted liquid ambrosia
the poets composed epics
as they drank to each other's health
sunset saw them
around the bonfire
Dawn rays would wake them up
once more they dispersed
to corners of their mind
and their imaginings.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Fragmented Thoughts on a Rainy Day
soap suds on basins wash the stains
on table clothes and old curtains
showered on jackets and handkerchiefs
such toil a necessity without flowing water
others wash off not at all
like stains of areca nuts on chemise
spatters from betel chew stays on for always
akin to scars of deep stab wounds
words written on healing scabs
are such unwashables, ink stains go deep
or tattooes on unwilling rear ends
like boot prints when one is expelled
there is a need to keep on scrubbing
all stains, betel chew or spilled blood
my tutu is drooped for lack of twirls
my thoughts anchored on tap dancing
I am swinging on a tired pendulum
going back and forth counting down
or up which one suits one most
a motivation that fluctuates
Can you make me dance again
can I be a Hillary climbing up Everest
do I still wake up your muses to amuse...
its raining hard here I see nothing but ghosts.
on table clothes and old curtains
showered on jackets and handkerchiefs
such toil a necessity without flowing water
others wash off not at all
like stains of areca nuts on chemise
spatters from betel chew stays on for always
akin to scars of deep stab wounds
words written on healing scabs
are such unwashables, ink stains go deep
or tattooes on unwilling rear ends
like boot prints when one is expelled
there is a need to keep on scrubbing
all stains, betel chew or spilled blood
my tutu is drooped for lack of twirls
my thoughts anchored on tap dancing
I am swinging on a tired pendulum
going back and forth counting down
or up which one suits one most
a motivation that fluctuates
Can you make me dance again
can I be a Hillary climbing up Everest
do I still wake up your muses to amuse...
its raining hard here I see nothing but ghosts.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Incarceration
Graying skin polished
stainless reflection. motivation resistance at war
futuristic thoughts crowd
the space reserved for misery.
Day Room
beneath fluorescents absent
windows, a room without a day
perception in duplicate.
Change forced
by the moon, and the sun
over head then below
God, how I miss her warmth
magnetic pull forcing
these bones to react
helmeted rebar iron caged cap
shortcomings failures echo
between cells, which ones
are mine?
Rubberized soles mark
their impression reverberate
in the rhythm of my reality
listen, smooth
click the lock
another day incarcerated
Written by Valeriyabeyond
(Dhyana)
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Date at the Fair
The pain that's worse will get my ween up
She hits sack first but swings like clean up
Imma take a bodybuilding bitch to the state fair
We eat food and ride rides, all is well with no care
But there is one thing I'm unsure of, the gears turn in my brain
We reach the bell that's rung with hammer, now which stance brings more pain
Do I set up camp at the base, with nuts acting as the target
Or do I ascend to the top and be the bell for sweet Margret
I straddle the tower, I've chosen the perch
She winds up with power, I dangle my lurch
She devastates the base, I notice her ability to maul
I contemplate with grace, as my sack is introduced to third ball
She hits sack first but swings like clean up
Imma take a bodybuilding bitch to the state fair
We eat food and ride rides, all is well with no care
But there is one thing I'm unsure of, the gears turn in my brain
We reach the bell that's rung with hammer, now which stance brings more pain
Do I set up camp at the base, with nuts acting as the target
Or do I ascend to the top and be the bell for sweet Margret
I straddle the tower, I've chosen the perch
She winds up with power, I dangle my lurch
She devastates the base, I notice her ability to maul
I contemplate with grace, as my sack is introduced to third ball
Written by Girthquake
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Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover
I caress her cheek
As my knees start to tremble
They begin to feel weak
Pull down pants, reveal thimble
She laughs at its size
Tears fill up my eyes
But not in embarrassment
In amusement of her clueless demise
I feed off her taunts
They help my tic tac grow
It begins to swell
To the length of big toe
Her laughing subsides
As it reaches mid-thighs
I begin to grin
As it reaches my shin
How did she not know
Had she not heard from other hoes
That mighty meat reaches capacity
When it brushes my toes
She is now officially dumbfounded
Before, expecting a thumb poundin
I insert into her cavity
She now gets the full gravity
Of the cum trap upon which she has fallen
She leaves my room eleven seconds later
Not walkin, but crawlin
As my knees start to tremble
They begin to feel weak
Pull down pants, reveal thimble
She laughs at its size
Tears fill up my eyes
But not in embarrassment
In amusement of her clueless demise
I feed off her taunts
They help my tic tac grow
It begins to swell
To the length of big toe
Her laughing subsides
As it reaches mid-thighs
I begin to grin
As it reaches my shin
How did she not know
Had she not heard from other hoes
That mighty meat reaches capacity
When it brushes my toes
She is now officially dumbfounded
Before, expecting a thumb poundin
I insert into her cavity
She now gets the full gravity
Of the cum trap upon which she has fallen
She leaves my room eleven seconds later
Not walkin, but crawlin
Written by Girthquake
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Anonymous
Girthquake I am afraid both entries are disqualified as they do not meet the criteria in terms of erotica. Feel free to amend to meet the comp guidelines. Thank you.
Hero at the corner (competition entry)
A boy stands in bright sunlight peering through a chain link fence.
Positioned on the inside of the corner, waiting, expectant, tense.
A dull roar grows quickly, eight cylinders at the limit, a piercing, unearthly scream.
Then violent down shifting, thunderous cracking, from the fierce bestial machine.
The race car appears, the boys spies his hero, scarlet helmet, clear visor.
Car fast and sleek, a technical masterpiece by some forgotten designer.
Hero turns, hard on the brakes, car screams protesting at the abuse.
Front suspension fully compressed, front planted, back end twitchy and loose.
Hero saws furiously at the steering wheel, searching for that elusive grip.
Car on the edge, skips dangerously, on the white ripple strip.
Middle of the corner, hero stares out of the apex, and straight at the boy.
Eyes lock for split second, the youngster fearful, then elated with joy.
Then gone. Left with just the diminishing roar of it’s rapid retreat.
All within the span of ten exciting, adrenaline filled, heartbeats.
Positioned on the inside of the corner, waiting, expectant, tense.
A dull roar grows quickly, eight cylinders at the limit, a piercing, unearthly scream.
Then violent down shifting, thunderous cracking, from the fierce bestial machine.
The race car appears, the boys spies his hero, scarlet helmet, clear visor.
Car fast and sleek, a technical masterpiece by some forgotten designer.
Hero turns, hard on the brakes, car screams protesting at the abuse.
Front suspension fully compressed, front planted, back end twitchy and loose.
Hero saws furiously at the steering wheel, searching for that elusive grip.
Car on the edge, skips dangerously, on the white ripple strip.
Middle of the corner, hero stares out of the apex, and straight at the boy.
Eyes lock for split second, the youngster fearful, then elated with joy.
Then gone. Left with just the diminishing roar of it’s rapid retreat.
All within the span of ten exciting, adrenaline filled, heartbeats.
Written by Noble_Incubus
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