Poetry competition CLOSED 6th October 2023 4:05pm
WINNER
MadameLavender
MadameLavender
RUNNERS-UP:
wallyroo92
and Bluevelvete
Say it...without saying it
Skin
I want to register
the pores of your skin
in a photograph
huge
put them on the wall
all around
copy panels
of your skin
outside the house
and on the ceiling
on the floor
on the dishes
at the bottom of drawers
your skin covering
falsely
all elements
of the House
and the house
sweating
and spilling
your aromas
in the baseboards
on the curtain rods
the flooded house
delicious
presence of your skin
like guardian angel
hypodermic
around me
membrane
semi-permeable
of our sins
white sheet
over the pieces
of me and you
thin layer
of dust
over all the furniture
(ghostly)
I want to photograph
the folds of the skin
in motion
on a float.
the pores of your skin
in a photograph
huge
put them on the wall
all around
copy panels
of your skin
outside the house
and on the ceiling
on the floor
on the dishes
at the bottom of drawers
your skin covering
falsely
all elements
of the House
and the house
sweating
and spilling
your aromas
in the baseboards
on the curtain rods
the flooded house
delicious
presence of your skin
like guardian angel
hypodermic
around me
membrane
semi-permeable
of our sins
white sheet
over the pieces
of me and you
thin layer
of dust
over all the furniture
(ghostly)
I want to photograph
the folds of the skin
in motion
on a float.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Raspberries
I'm craving raspberries
Ripe fruit
Full of thick, sweet juice
Leaving crimson dripping from my chin
I want to tease velvet skin with whispered fingers
Languid.
Lazy.
Slow.
Lingering on every treat
Till my mouth is bursting with the sweet, summery taste
Of raspberries
Ripe fruit
Full of thick, sweet juice
Leaving crimson dripping from my chin
I want to tease velvet skin with whispered fingers
Languid.
Lazy.
Slow.
Lingering on every treat
Till my mouth is bursting with the sweet, summery taste
Of raspberries
Written by HarleyQuinn
(Riah)
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duty calls
jumping naked on the bed
her head barely missing the ceiling fan
tits floating up - body headed down
he saluted her with a resounding damn
she had him at attention
telling him she’d finish in a full split
his polished weapon in hand
moaning don’t quit
thought she’d grease the wheels
with a little finger action as she twirled
the wetness made her smile
his flag pole now completely unfurled
going into her somersault
her heel clipped the fan light
there was no use signaling mayday
she was spiraling into free flight
finally getting her nose up
just as her tail section came down
his bulbous runway light bright red
grabbing her hips, guiding her on down
her landing bounced her back up
cleared his tip by about three inches
him every bit the good soldier
embraced the depth of her trenches
they marched on in tight precision
John Sousa gave it his best
and just at the call for lights out
his fireworks exploded across her chest
her head barely missing the ceiling fan
tits floating up - body headed down
he saluted her with a resounding damn
she had him at attention
telling him she’d finish in a full split
his polished weapon in hand
moaning don’t quit
thought she’d grease the wheels
with a little finger action as she twirled
the wetness made her smile
his flag pole now completely unfurled
going into her somersault
her heel clipped the fan light
there was no use signaling mayday
she was spiraling into free flight
finally getting her nose up
just as her tail section came down
his bulbous runway light bright red
grabbing her hips, guiding her on down
her landing bounced her back up
cleared his tip by about three inches
him every bit the good soldier
embraced the depth of her trenches
they marched on in tight precision
John Sousa gave it his best
and just at the call for lights out
his fireworks exploded across her chest
Written by down2dirt
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Man, I Love Fruit
Some go for ripe, the fresh deemed selectable,
Ignoring the type that is truly delectable.
Engaging with the first healthy, reaching hand
They shy away from the aged, those ready where they stand,
Those who are blind to a mature melon’s taste,
Will leave it to rot.
But because of me, not to waste.
Ignoring the type that is truly delectable.
Engaging with the first healthy, reaching hand
They shy away from the aged, those ready where they stand,
Those who are blind to a mature melon’s taste,
Will leave it to rot.
But because of me, not to waste.
Written by Girthquake
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Second Wind
A jest without words
Thunder with no light
A gust without birds
Blunder with no right
Assaulting the air and those it will enter
Halting any prayer that include its inventor
The disgraced body language can also scream the loudest
He who broke the wind is he who beams the proudest
Thunder with no light
A gust without birds
Blunder with no right
Assaulting the air and those it will enter
Halting any prayer that include its inventor
The disgraced body language can also scream the loudest
He who broke the wind is he who beams the proudest
Written by Girthquake
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