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Challenge: Write a poem involving breasts
Challenge: Write a poem involving breasts
* This challenge is for fun, no judging will happen.
* This challenge has no end date.
* You can post as many times as you feel like.
* Comments are welcome.
And to start it:
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< providence >
he woke in the middle of drawing the curve of your breast
you woke in the middle of a drawing
your breast
missing a curve
but luckily
he'd drawn me a hand
cupping it
just so
- - -
Anonymous
Meh. I tried:
Breasts
Female:
fulsome bags of blood and milk
sweet ambrosia
for cannibals and babes,
“a tear of flesh”
to quote (or mangle) Armitage,
skin cushions,
hip flask with a brown nozzle.
Male:
hard and flat as school textbooks,
oak doorways to the red muscle,
throw rugs covering hard white bone,
cages, cages, cages.
They sit there like discarded CDs.
Breasts
Female:
fulsome bags of blood and milk
sweet ambrosia
for cannibals and babes,
“a tear of flesh”
to quote (or mangle) Armitage,
skin cushions,
hip flask with a brown nozzle.
Male:
hard and flat as school textbooks,
oak doorways to the red muscle,
throw rugs covering hard white bone,
cages, cages, cages.
They sit there like discarded CDs.
Anonymous
Oh yes this is wonderful just wonderful. I just love men. men men men or should I say boys boys boys. We just never get beyond 6 years old do we now ? Pathetic
- Jer
- Jer
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yes!
omnigendered, two-spirit, binary, as well as fish...
it doesn't matter; all breasts are welcome.
< those evenings >
you pretended it was spring
even when it was
those evenings when the sun went down
just
as the moon came up
you practiced this
holding an orange in one hand
and a pear in the other
lifting the pear
and letting the orange fall
past the wash of beach between your thigh and breast
- - -
yes!
omnigendered, two-spirit, binary, as well as fish...
it doesn't matter; all breasts are welcome.
< those evenings >
you pretended it was spring
even when it was
those evenings when the sun went down
just
as the moon came up
you practiced this
holding an orange in one hand
and a pear in the other
lifting the pear
and letting the orange fall
past the wash of beach between your thigh and breast
- - -
Anonymous
I have arranged the rugs,
plumped each pillow,
set doilies beneath the mugs,
opened both plush red curtains.
But not so much that
the harsh, perturbing light
of an early morn
can steal the show
from your sweet breasts.
No bridesmaids with flowers
or sixteen-year old thighs
will ruin the momentum,
dear prisoner. Leaning astride
the long velvet couch,
you wear Hawaiian shorts,
an offence to Victoriana,
the scene of private chambers
re-created here, as I gaze
upon those flesh mirrors,
two hospital plates,
bedpans for the tongue
and the “sex”.
I pour black coffee and
we discuss Jack the Ripper,
the degradation of Whitechapel,
when slowly you move
to the white blazing hearth
and toss those shorts to the flames.
I lean against you, fully clothed,
stone age thug and aristocrat,
and examine both breasts
with a curator’s care, probing
each imperfection, occasionally
tutting, but mostly overwhelmed
by the sight, and the feel, and the
way they taste like fresh cereal.
plumped each pillow,
set doilies beneath the mugs,
opened both plush red curtains.
But not so much that
the harsh, perturbing light
of an early morn
can steal the show
from your sweet breasts.
No bridesmaids with flowers
or sixteen-year old thighs
will ruin the momentum,
dear prisoner. Leaning astride
the long velvet couch,
you wear Hawaiian shorts,
an offence to Victoriana,
the scene of private chambers
re-created here, as I gaze
upon those flesh mirrors,
two hospital plates,
bedpans for the tongue
and the “sex”.
I pour black coffee and
we discuss Jack the Ripper,
the degradation of Whitechapel,
when slowly you move
to the white blazing hearth
and toss those shorts to the flames.
I lean against you, fully clothed,
stone age thug and aristocrat,
and examine both breasts
with a curator’s care, probing
each imperfection, occasionally
tutting, but mostly overwhelmed
by the sight, and the feel, and the
way they taste like fresh cereal.
Pretty Ugly Breasts: A women Trilogy
Your white bosoms releasing that white serum.
That curvaceous mound feeds humanity,
That makes the biggest humanity via motherhood wisdom.
Your pink breasts arousing that tempest blood.
That soft hill becoming hard,
That hardens which heightens the adulthood.
Your black boobs taming sin.
That concealed shape popping out to provoke,
That provokes to rape feminism in mean.
Your white bosoms releasing that white serum.
That curvaceous mound feeds humanity,
That makes the biggest humanity via motherhood wisdom.
Your pink breasts arousing that tempest blood.
That soft hill becoming hard,
That hardens which heightens the adulthood.
Your black boobs taming sin.
That concealed shape popping out to provoke,
That provokes to rape feminism in mean.
Sensual memories
Sitting here in all my naked glory,
Thinking of you, of last night
My body tingles and tightens
Thinking of the erotic sight
My breasts tense and harden
Thinking of your touch so right
My nipples pout and throb
Thinking of pain and delight
My insides melt and quiver
Thinking of being filled tight
Last night’s sensual pleasures
Linger in the day’s light
Sitting here in all my naked glory,
Thinking of you, of last night
My body tingles and tightens
Thinking of the erotic sight
My breasts tense and harden
Thinking of your touch so right
My nipples pout and throb
Thinking of pain and delight
My insides melt and quiver
Thinking of being filled tight
Last night’s sensual pleasures
Linger in the day’s light
All She Cared For...
If I have had ten women
In my life
That is twenty luscious
Young breast, ripe.
I have cupped, and eaten.
But my count exceeds ten.
Imagine then.
I had this lassie
That reminded of
Dolly Parton.
Who almost made me
Chew off
Her nipple-button.
My mouth there
Was all she cared.
If I have had ten women
In my life
That is twenty luscious
Young breast, ripe.
I have cupped, and eaten.
But my count exceeds ten.
Imagine then.
I had this lassie
That reminded of
Dolly Parton.
Who almost made me
Chew off
Her nipple-button.
My mouth there
Was all she cared.
My Breasts were once Perky and so full of life
Now droopy and dull a Mother a Wife
Giving Lives labor has taken its toll
Gravity grabs hold fulfilling its roll
Once the providers of Life and of Fun
Now they hang low like the deep setting Sun
Now droopy and dull a Mother a Wife
Giving Lives labor has taken its toll
Gravity grabs hold fulfilling its roll
Once the providers of Life and of Fun
Now they hang low like the deep setting Sun
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< yep, that's frogs for you >
the frog catches my eye
he's moist and i'm
a bit warm
i take off my blouse
revealing my
tight
bare
breasts
the frog
takes what he knows
the frog
jumps on my nose
- - -
< yep, that's frogs for you >
the frog catches my eye
he's moist and i'm
a bit warm
i take off my blouse
revealing my
tight
bare
breasts
the frog
takes what he knows
the frog
jumps on my nose
- - -
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< About our breast forms > (found poetry)
Our range gives you every option possible.
From our basic economy foam breasts,
right up to the top of the range siloxane breast forms,
the most convincing breasts that money can buy.
Our guidance is that the more realistic you wish them to look and feel,
the more you need to pay.
But do remember that looked after properly,
our top of the range breasts should last you a lifetime
The manufacture of our high quality breast forms is both
technologically challenging and time consuming
as despite the high-tech materials
almost all of the actual manufacturing process is still
done by hand.
- - -
< About our breast forms > (found poetry)
Our range gives you every option possible.
From our basic economy foam breasts,
right up to the top of the range siloxane breast forms,
the most convincing breasts that money can buy.
Our guidance is that the more realistic you wish them to look and feel,
the more you need to pay.
But do remember that looked after properly,
our top of the range breasts should last you a lifetime
The manufacture of our high quality breast forms is both
technologically challenging and time consuming
as despite the high-tech materials
almost all of the actual manufacturing process is still
done by hand.
- - -
'My name's Bob, I'm here to fuck shit up.'
Kick, scratch, burn, and bash.
Where the fuck did I put my stash?
Shoot, stab, slice, and dice.
He looks happy let's murder him twice.
Oh look she's there, she's all I see.
A walrus can tango if you just count to three.
Forever and ever we shall chase our wits.
There she goes again, the one with the autopsiful tits!
Kick, scratch, burn, and bash.
Where the fuck did I put my stash?
Shoot, stab, slice, and dice.
He looks happy let's murder him twice.
Oh look she's there, she's all I see.
A walrus can tango if you just count to three.
Forever and ever we shall chase our wits.
There she goes again, the one with the autopsiful tits!
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< illustrious tits >
sucking your celebrated tits
my lips around
your extraordinary tits
rolling your glorious tits
between my thumb and finger
squeezing your magnificent tits
pinching your prestigious tits
rubbing my tongue
across your splendid tits
licking your illustrious tits
filling my mouth
with your majestic tits
- - -
< illustrious tits >
sucking your celebrated tits
my lips around
your extraordinary tits
rolling your glorious tits
between my thumb and finger
squeezing your magnificent tits
pinching your prestigious tits
rubbing my tongue
across your splendid tits
licking your illustrious tits
filling my mouth
with your majestic tits
- - -
Anonymous
Nickels
the way your breasts
pink-nippled and supple and ivory-white
squished
against your thigh
as you picked your black-laced panties
up from off the floor
beside the bed
oh wow
the way your breasts
pink-nippled and supple and ivory-white
squished
against your thigh
as you picked your black-laced panties
up from off the floor
beside the bed
oh wow
