Beautiful

Rules;

Poems must be titled
Can be old or new, but they MUST go with the subject if old
400 words is the limit, please provide the number of words with your poem
No commenting on poems here in the competition or talking about them in the thread
You have two weeks
GOO!

315 words, counting the title.

- Lover of the Evening Star -

Thou fair-haired angel of the noble evening,
How thy embrace did fill me with pleasure!
When I touched thy gown softly glistening,
With trembling hand: seeking love’s treasure.
Oh how the stars did pale to thy bright eyes,
Mine own lost in the depths of that abyss…
Oh how soft the roundness of thy pale thighs!
But softer still: those red lips that I did kiss.
And my fingers entwined in thy platinum curls,
As though thy hair were woven of moonlight…
Thee and I making love, just two lost girls!
My feminine heart lost in thy queenly delight.

Of evening star, the twin of morning’s glory…
Thou who saw the end of ages come to pass,
I was humbled when thou came to love me!
My will surrendered beyond will’s compass.
If there be peril in loving a goddess this way,
Then I cared not, in the hour of shared lust…
For thou did hunger for me, as night for day!
And my wanton mouth felt that love’s thrust.
A god and a goddess, I so knew thee to be,
But I too, am both man and woman in fact…
This made our love sweeter, as a symphony.
And fair is my memory, of our lovers’ pact.

Beauty claimed, and the evening so tamed,
But I was the one who was ravished more…
Willing in that wanton tryst: and unashamed.
For that bright goddess, I played the whore!
I cannot repent, for there is no sin in passion,
Betwixt lovers, of a kind kindred and lovely!
Regal was our attire, in darkly silken fashion,
Made moist with sweat and kisses comely…
There are raptures, for which all words fail,
And one evening’s pleasure can live forever!
So to the angel of the evening, in song I hail,
I long to once again meet such a skillful lover.

chasing after the rainbow
has sprouted from earth
nearing, her root shimmers
bowing to the other end

and i chase
i chase after

from end to end
merrily comical-like
in catching butterflies joy
in reverie repetition

blissed frazzled

I couched beneath the arc of pure
admiring the vibrant awe
and without juncture  
she vanishes in nature's theatrics
as if a sleight of hand

i wonder her mystery
until the next rained rendezvous

Kids Again


50 counting the title


Lets try again
Go home and remember
The time that was lost
From then til now
Become a child
Of ten
Of five
Of innocence
Of love
Let's try once more
One...
Two...
Three...
Poof
Here we are
Let's be naive
Let's love once more and try again:)

Cinny said:Rules;

Poems must be titled
Can be old or new, but they MUST go with the subject if old
400 words is the limit, please provide the number of words with your poem
No commenting on poems here in the competition or talking about them in the thread
You have two weeks
GOO!

I'm going to write about this curved, fresh fucking tatted babe in my freezer!

Cinny said:Rules;

Poems must be titled
Can be old or new, but they MUST go with the subject if old
400 words is the limit, please provide the number of words with your poem
No commenting on poems here in the competition or talking about them in the thread
You have two weeks
GOO!

[b] Frozen Grace.. [b] (223 / Two hundred and twenty three words)

Hear the roller door slide up amongst it's barrack
In a subtle, yet memorized known action
I gather amongst my prized collection
Of corpses of women, ages of all

I gracefully.. caress my favorite
Her name's Courtney, and oh how so beautiful
An alluring grace.. leaving me gaping I couldn't resist
I tried to love this one differently to the others

Yet here we now stand, in my walk in Freezer
She's hanging from my most prized hook
Bare skin and flesh glitters in the night
Smooth blue, black lips..

I start salivating as we kiss
Smiling into my blackened abyss
I've seen her thousands of times
In the very same spot, hanging from that same hook

I fondle her frozen breasts..
A frozen grace, my lips again, we embrace
I've never felt more complete
With my icy, frozen twilight treat.

Her frozen grace, has taken it's place
Amongst my most prized objectified collection
She is my pride, my sanity.
My loss of necrotised virginity.

Her nipples hard, yet smooth
I've preserved her well, I slowly ensue
Caressing her corpse, smoothly..
Smoothly.. I caress her curved beauty

Her dyed black hair.. her icy white-blue skin..
A pulsing rush, never to turn my lust
My favorite, her demise
My property until the end of time

Frozen grace, her corpse.. her beauty astounds me

Thanks for the entries everyone, I like 'em all so far~ (:

you cast your eyes upon my soul
glance that hurls homing spears
hidden in this ocean of consciousness
for me… only me… solely me
undodgeable,
tho' never did I tried moving a little
curious, how does it feel
come into me... oh strange lore
...
the thrust so cold
so cold..
even mercury solidifies
I froze to stone
no pain but sorrow
forthwith
my heart struggles
for warmth
rapidly revs up
to maximum gear
my blood boiling
melt... I melted
love? No... I don't know.

you stole the world i knew
gone are the colorful hues
grayscale now my only view but
for you... only you... solely you
colors are vibrant still
unfair tho' i never cared before
a new meaning to colors, you gave
now I do... oh how alluring
...
As if they've
lost their soul
the others
their presence bore
the others
are droplets
blending to a
puddle of gray liquid
and you like a
lamenting white lily
filament in depressing blue
afloat graceful
capturing my every senses
sorrow so subtle... i feel

When You're Most Beautiful to Me

I've studied your face, your form since the day I met you        
Enthralled and enchanted by how many ways you are beautiful        
       
Going back to the begining I think back to our introduction        
How I became smitten with that confident, sexy professional        
       
Fast forward a little to the magical times we spent in Paris        
Especially the late night you wore that red dress and literally shut down Le Metro      
   
Then there was the late afternoon on Padre Island        
Where spent I gazed into your sweaty face on the sandy dunes    
   
One of my favorites is that New Year's Day morning in the hot tub    
While you sipped champagne with fresh snow in your hair        
     
Of course there is always our wedding day with your hair in curls        
Capturing elegance and seduction with such delightful ease        
       
A perennial front runner is the day we hiked to the Sun Gate      
When the sun lit up your hair and face like an angel      
       
Let's not forget anytime you wear one of my shirts        
Especially when your henna hair is playful and messy        
       
But none of these compare to the beauty that is you        
When you lie beneath me and I make you climax        
       
It's the way you close your eyes and your face flushes        
Swept up in the waves of pleasure that rise and fall        
       
How you get all caught up in the feeling, the passion        
Mouth open, sexy lips pursed as you softly whimper        
       
Finally you reach that moment when the fireworks explode        
Shuddering body, gasping breath, and loud moans        
       
It is during these times that you take my breath away        
That my love is when you are the most beautiful to me

"She is Not Ad Lib"

A striking beauty,
so fresh, so divine, so radiant, blinding luminosity got my curiosity.
The rarest spirit with the smoothest milky cheeks.
A well-tended garden and intense vibrant heart.
Her large eyes glint verdigris, healthy hips that swing side to side,  
with  a steady determined gait.  
Oh, my!  Pearlescent skin, heaven sent!
Her soft breath a flavorful bouquet, perfume of patchouli, elsewhere.
Fiery hair draped like a marble sculpture, she captures with pretty allurement.
An accented-musical-voice speaks the gentlest words, eloquently.
Such soothing and comforting company, she entertains beyond belief.
A delicious tasty mouth with ruby red lips that bewitch.
Stubborn in love, a true turtle dove.
Her emblazoned memory keeps me up with insomnia every night.
She controls my thoughts with her penetrating spell-binding gaze.
She melts my yearning body.
She decimates my fervent spirit.
She is my bent rib, not glib.
She is not ad lib.

152 Words

Here's my attempt. it is 145 words including the title.

-

beautiful stranger

once swayed to claim that Shakespeare wrote the perfect tragedy,
my teacher thought himself so wise as to say
“there’s no such thing as perfect”
but when five years on, my eyes find your face
suddenly I want to turn back time
to argue the validity of ‘perfect’ until that teacher sees true

because what kind of creature are you
tousle-haired like you just woke up, though it’s well past noon
your sweet honey eyes somehow ignited, turning toffee brown
skin so fair, peppered with freckles
nose curving gently downward
and smile slightly crooked, catching on the left hand side

this is something unfamiliar
where my head and heart stop working
(or work overtime)
my every thought, for a fleeting few minutes, is you
and like in Shakespeare, this is tragedy paired with perfection
for I do not know you, and never will

"Flowery Melted Ladies"
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Such pretty women,  
real human flowers melted,  
now tragically scarred,  
some blinded,  
acid-scorched by heartless  
bitter so-called men, who were  
hell bent on leaving their mark,  
teaching lessons to those  
who slighted them, we condemn.  
What gave them the right?  
Scum they are, pathetic evil  
examples of the human race.  
Even with their own faces  
still intact, they cannot hide  
their delusional insecure ways.  
Would love to give them a  
million whacks, maybe even some skull cracks.  
One day, most assuredly, they will pay.  
Until that reckoning day,  
let us remember these beauties and  
pay tribute to their bravery, give credit  
to those who endured, who fought the good fight,  
who rose up, who climbed out from their  
own personal abyss to live again and  
who continue to smile despite a new lifestyle.  
Their courage spits in the nasty faces of the  
weaker perpetrators, leaving a mark worse  
that all of the acid in the world could not erase.  
Even with disfiguring burns or lost vision, these  
indomitable-spirited,  
flowery melted ladies  
remain beautiful in my eyes.  
Evil they defy.  
I still cry for them.

189 Words

Moumoku

blinded eyes will never see light
once apone a time on that faithful night
seeing nothing but with a touch of a hand
feeling the warmth of the sand.
breeze blows near
sun on her face
thanking god for her love and grace.
smell of water just like salt,
and palm trees shades her skin.
hearing those who walk right near
giggling at what she hear.
eyes stayed shut
but mind wide open
making her strong and not broken
"need a hand?" he may ask
but blessed young girl
waves her hand and pass

feeling the pettles of this morning glory

need to say this girl wount rest
as she calibrates matsuri fest.


this girl she was sent from heaven
showing there is more to life

why is she different?? some may ask

shes not like you, nor like me
she do not need her eyes to see.

AlexnEmoLand said:Moumoku

blinded eyes will never see light
once apone a time on that faithful night
seeing nothing but with a touch of a hand
feeling the warmth of the sand.
breeze blows near
sun on her face
thanking god for her love and grace.
smell of water just like salt,
and palm trees shades her skin.
hearing those who walk right near
giggling at what she hear.
eyes stayed shut
but mind wide open
making her strong and not broken
"need a hand?" he may ask
but blessed young girl
waves her hand and pass

feeling the pettles of this morning glory

need to say this girl wount rest
as she calibrates matsuri fest.


this girl she was sent from heaven
showing there is more to life

why is she different?? some may ask

shes not like you, nor like me
she do not need her eyes to see.


This is so beautiful, Alex! Your poetry always enchants me, but this one was extremely touching to read.