Poetry competition CLOSED 27th April 2023 11:38pm
WINNER
dejure (vick)
dejure (vick)
RUNNERS-UP:
Magdalena
and neves
Classy Erotik
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Write an erotica poem without any body parts or profanity
I enjoy comps that make a person use a few brain cells… here’s one I like to try every now and then, because it throws people into a panic when they have to use their brain a bit:
Write an erotic poem… BUT:
• You may not use any body part or parts of the body at all in your poem. You may not use slang words for a body part.
• You may not use swear words / profanity.
• You may not use images / videos / spoken word to accompany your piece.
2 weeks.
Poem must be a new write.
Any use of the above will deem your entry invalid.
Up to 2 entries per human being.
No inclusion of minors / rape / incest.
All sexualities and genders welcome here. This is a safe expression zone.
Judged by me, your friendly neighbourhood queer.
Best of luck 🤞🏻
Write an erotic poem… BUT:
• You may not use any body part or parts of the body at all in your poem. You may not use slang words for a body part.
• You may not use swear words / profanity.
• You may not use images / videos / spoken word to accompany your piece.
2 weeks.
Poem must be a new write.
Any use of the above will deem your entry invalid.
Up to 2 entries per human being.
No inclusion of minors / rape / incest.
All sexualities and genders welcome here. This is a safe expression zone.
Judged by me, your friendly neighbourhood queer.
Best of luck 🤞🏻
Helmut
chooses coffee
and I sigh
knowing how
that could
turn out
but they arrive
with a clean tone
in vintage leather
and sunshine
wrapped
in locks,
asks permission
to embrace
my frame
that has seen
better days
has lived
better days,
I listen to
them speaking
with a bold
european
flow
as forty six
year old blue
begin washing
over burnt
out hazel
gazing at
their touch
curling round
a coffee
cup.
Written by neves
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Locorum I
allow me, my love
to explore the expanse
of your topography,
let me map, in tactile bliss
the limits to be met
at your borders;
a sigh upon your breath
is all it takes for desire
to bloom, sweetly
and fiercely, wanton
lilies pure until plucked;
they grow wild here,
between us,
reaching upward
from the searching
of our roots;
pushed higher still
with every labored
exhalation, until
in the untamed fields
we glimpse nirvana
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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Sonesta
Every kiss that lands unfolds a moment
and breaths speak untold words.
They echo through my soul,
and control of my discipline is lost.
Our harmonies beat together
in this repeated rhythm of heaven.
Taking me through the clouds,
slowly quaking the depths of my very being.
As I caress your essence with my touch
I address that I relish in your exploration of me.
My thoughts pirouette around yours;
we are caught in a dance of love.
And we create a musical masterpiece
full of unadulterated passion.
and breaths speak untold words.
They echo through my soul,
and control of my discipline is lost.
Our harmonies beat together
in this repeated rhythm of heaven.
Taking me through the clouds,
slowly quaking the depths of my very being.
As I caress your essence with my touch
I address that I relish in your exploration of me.
My thoughts pirouette around yours;
we are caught in a dance of love.
And we create a musical masterpiece
full of unadulterated passion.
Written by Ljdynamic
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SX-70
There's an instant gratification there
Fetching your likeness into fetish
Wherein you are visibly coquettish
About the macro focus way I stare
To better bind your soul as tight
As the feral souls of yesteryear
Whose undeveloped facets were so clear
To the deep gaze of talismanic sight.
And yet again in an altered mien
There is an imploration in your view
That you look at me as I do to you,
But this time with no shutter in between
Any of the glory you choose to spread...
Or the scanty snapshots left on the bed.
Fetching your likeness into fetish
Wherein you are visibly coquettish
About the macro focus way I stare
To better bind your soul as tight
As the feral souls of yesteryear
Whose undeveloped facets were so clear
To the deep gaze of talismanic sight.
And yet again in an altered mien
There is an imploration in your view
That you look at me as I do to you,
But this time with no shutter in between
Any of the glory you choose to spread...
Or the scanty snapshots left on the bed.
Written by MidnightSonneteer
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Anonymous
Thanks for your entries Neves, LJDynamic, LunaGreyHawk, MinightSonneteer. Lovely.
Neves- you’ve got hands, eyes, and at a push mullet in your poem. Please could you amend to fit the rules?
Thank you 😊
Neves- you’ve got hands, eyes, and at a push mullet in your poem. Please could you amend to fit the rules?
Thank you 😊
Questions: is flesh a body part?
How about internal organs? Does a spleen count?
What about eyebrows?
Also… define… profanity. I can’t say cock but what about piss, shit, damn and hell?
Euphanism?
Can I swallow your man-scaped hotdog with my tulips?
Thank you for your time,
Betty
#keepingitclassy
(makes steady eye contact)
(scoots out of thread dragging butthole along carpet)
How about internal organs? Does a spleen count?
What about eyebrows?
Also… define… profanity. I can’t say cock but what about piss, shit, damn and hell?
Euphanism?
Can I swallow your man-scaped hotdog with my tulips?
Thank you for your time,
Betty
#keepingitclassy
(makes steady eye contact)
(scoots out of thread dragging butthole along carpet)
Anonymous
Betty said:Questions: is flesh a body part?
How about internal organs? Does a spleen count?
What about eyebrows?
Also… define… profanity. I can’t say cock but what about piss, shit, damn and hell?
Euphanism?
Can I swallow your man-scaped hotdog with my tulips?
Thank you for your time,
Betty
#keepingitclassy
(makes steady eye contact)
(scoots out of thread dragging butthole along carpet)
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.
How about internal organs? Does a spleen count?
What about eyebrows?
Also… define… profanity. I can’t say cock but what about piss, shit, damn and hell?
Euphanism?
Can I swallow your man-scaped hotdog with my tulips?
Thank you for your time,
Betty
#keepingitclassy
(makes steady eye contact)
(scoots out of thread dragging butthole along carpet)
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.
Wind Pollination
The mischievous wind drifts almost aimlessly
Through soft, seductive veils and covers
Over hills and valleys curving sensuously
Over hidden places, under covers and over
Tangled mounds that lead down to a secret
Valley which, with tender words and gentle
Persuasion and especially sweet seduction
Can be turned at first into a gently flowing
Musky river that invites and welcomes
Old friends, new friends and even sometimes
Lucky, tempting, sweet spoken strangers
To play and tease and explore its folds
And sometime after gentle sighs and fiery moans
It spreads out wet, wide and willing
Inviting them in, deep inside its hidden cavern
And in time demands a life giving libation
Which surges and flows deep inside
Where none can easily see and new life
Lies waiting for a spark to set it free
Through soft, seductive veils and covers
Over hills and valleys curving sensuously
Over hidden places, under covers and over
Tangled mounds that lead down to a secret
Valley which, with tender words and gentle
Persuasion and especially sweet seduction
Can be turned at first into a gently flowing
Musky river that invites and welcomes
Old friends, new friends and even sometimes
Lucky, tempting, sweet spoken strangers
To play and tease and explore its folds
And sometime after gentle sighs and fiery moans
It spreads out wet, wide and willing
Inviting them in, deep inside its hidden cavern
And in time demands a life giving libation
Which surges and flows deep inside
Where none can easily see and new life
Lies waiting for a spark to set it free
Written by ThePiper
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Anonymous
DaisyGrace - Thanks lady! I must admit I do love this one just for the out of the box factor.
ThePiper - Thanks for your entry. You’re welcome!
ThePiper - Thanks for your entry. You’re welcome!
Moist and emblematic
My affirmations
are muffled
by a flood of
salt and sin
as my name
is panted
like a totem
against evil
your musk
seeps into
every pore
of this room
and the bed
shudders
in beautiful
effigy
Written by Betty
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Skyclad evaporations
The sheets,
crisp when you lay me down,
twist damply
in blatant rebellion
against the silent promise
that lust would eat us
like acid rain
and nothing more.
Nothing more.
but lust,
all consuming,
relentless,
crazed,
was but a prelude,
and our osmosis to the sky
didn't hang romantic
shining soul-lights
in a mythic blue haze
it punched holes in the
dark umbrella of never;
it thundered to life drowned suns
in the chaos of always;
it cut combusting nebulas
from the pleasure screams of pain
caging against the
walls of our bedroom,
like lightning
hitting
standing
water.
And I come
(my god,
baby,
yes,
please,
there…)
apart
at the shockwave.
I come with you again
as you roll me over
so I can rain a little
hell from the sky,
and I mean to
make you suffer
but instead
I sigh
love words
like a soft rain
against the
sweat-stained
headboard
Baby,
(yes…)
Baby, we've punched holes in the
umbrella of the universe,
flooded the world
(my world)
and ascended.
Here, now, in our
beautiful constellation,
we can see our breath
as a mist
through the
black lights
of the sky
and baby,
(my love)
those lights
bleed beautifully
from our heaven
crisp when you lay me down,
twist damply
in blatant rebellion
against the silent promise
that lust would eat us
like acid rain
and nothing more.
Nothing more.
but lust,
all consuming,
relentless,
crazed,
was but a prelude,
and our osmosis to the sky
didn't hang romantic
shining soul-lights
in a mythic blue haze
it punched holes in the
dark umbrella of never;
it thundered to life drowned suns
in the chaos of always;
it cut combusting nebulas
from the pleasure screams of pain
caging against the
walls of our bedroom,
like lightning
hitting
standing
water.
And I come
(my god,
baby,
yes,
please,
there…)
apart
at the shockwave.
I come with you again
as you roll me over
so I can rain a little
hell from the sky,
and I mean to
make you suffer
but instead
I sigh
love words
like a soft rain
against the
sweat-stained
headboard
Baby,
(yes…)
Baby, we've punched holes in the
umbrella of the universe,
flooded the world
(my world)
and ascended.
Here, now, in our
beautiful constellation,
we can see our breath
as a mist
through the
black lights
of the sky
and baby,
(my love)
those lights
bleed beautifully
from our heaven
Written by Betty
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