Poetry competition CLOSED 10th September 2012 6:29am
WINNER
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
AlwaysCaliban (Caliban)
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Describe a man/boy
Poetry Contest Description
*Two poems per Poet* New or Old * Be Creative *
Its so easy to describe the beauty of a woman/girl,
so the challenge i give to you all is to write a poem describing the beauty of a man/boy, from physical features to personality.
so the challenge i give to you all is to write a poem describing the beauty of a man/boy, from physical features to personality.
- Kirimaru -
Based on some of my past-life memories…
When first you came before my eyes, in that distant time,
I saw your smooth face and long locks of hair, flowing…
You were pale and perfect, with a heart and mind sublime.
From the ruins of your village you rose again, knowing…
That the past was no more and that one future lay with me.
So slender was your body, yet strong and sleek as a tiger!
I could have spent ages, basking in your sweet company.
And in your kiss, I felt the warm heat of your spirit’s fire!
I dressed you in silken finery fit for some lordly Samurai,
Or the imperial courtiers in Edo: radiant, in all their finery.
Yet you were a Ninja; in the shadows your heart did lie,
And that is where I found you, to raise you up blessedly…
From death and damnation, from all disgrace and defeat.
At last you knelt before me, before the angel you beheld…
I looked into your sparkling eyes, so youthful and sweet!
You smiled, you laughed, we joked and much of life felt,
As we held hands and spoke of old tragedies and pains…
The better to make them fade before our hopeful dreams.
Your hands were not rough, washed clean of bloodstains,
As we sat in the castle gardens, by the babbling streams…
Where my hand caressed your cheek, whilst you blushed.
You were so shy, and yet I saw within you such passion!
The clouds above us were not so far, where they rushed,
Across the heavens, chased by the winds in their fashion.
Dark brown were your tresses, soft beneath my fingers…
And how you giggled when I nibbled at your lovely ears!
My memory of you has never died and even yet lingers…
And often, in the deeps of night, it brings me lonely tears.
Green were those garments I gave you to wear; as jade,
But more precious to me because you made them lovely!
Soft were the folds of your Hakama, as were your legs…
Smooth beneath that fabric, swift as is a panther run free.
The muscles of your broad chest my hand oft did meet…
Beneath the jade green Kimono that graced your breast!
There I so oft reclined my weary head: at your heartbeat.
Like thunder in my ears, a lusty thunder that I loved best,
Which rivaled that of the mountainous skies of great Fuji.
The gilded cherry blossoms that decorated your clothing,
Were more full of life than those that bloom on any tree!
You were a simple man and not given much to boasting.
That is why I loved you, for all this and more I can say…
Of your beautiful heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body also.
Your voice was gentle, your manner like the spring day…
Which is easygoing, and relaxed, wherever one may go.
How oft I kissed your neck, and you would turn about,
Surprising me with a hot, passionate meeting of our lips!
When you were gone I would often sit and quietly pout,
Whilst picturing: your arms wrapped tight about my hips.
This is but one memory I have of Kirimaru, my beloved,
From that time when we strode together across a land…
Which in the end cared not if we might be living or dead.
He was a glorious soul and the most honestly noble man,
Who ever drew a blade at my side for our shared cause!
Though I caused him much sorrow, he forgave me this…
For he longed to forget his past, to put aside all that was.
Instead of hiding in the shadows, he would know bliss…
By starting over, cutting every tie with the Iga Ninja clan!
But our love was fated to end, when our castle blazed…
And, dead did lay every member of our desperate band.
Our dreams went up in smoke, and could not be raised!
I had to let you go, because another claimed my heart…
And I believed you dead, seeing you cut down violently.
You never knew of my other lover, or of her brave part,
In redeeming me from dark damnation, ever so valiantly.
Yet time took her from me as well, and I knew solitude,
Until I came to Edo, and you met me in a pretty garden.
Your smile, was welcoming; happy, was your attitude…
And, beneath the Sakura trees, we made love yet again.
But my thoughts turned, to she who was my salvation…
And you eased me through the times I was inconsolable.
I suppose I never really was freed, from my damnation!
The darkness called me back; it’s power uncontrollable.
Based on some of my past-life memories…
When first you came before my eyes, in that distant time,
I saw your smooth face and long locks of hair, flowing…
You were pale and perfect, with a heart and mind sublime.
From the ruins of your village you rose again, knowing…
That the past was no more and that one future lay with me.
So slender was your body, yet strong and sleek as a tiger!
I could have spent ages, basking in your sweet company.
And in your kiss, I felt the warm heat of your spirit’s fire!
I dressed you in silken finery fit for some lordly Samurai,
Or the imperial courtiers in Edo: radiant, in all their finery.
Yet you were a Ninja; in the shadows your heart did lie,
And that is where I found you, to raise you up blessedly…
From death and damnation, from all disgrace and defeat.
At last you knelt before me, before the angel you beheld…
I looked into your sparkling eyes, so youthful and sweet!
You smiled, you laughed, we joked and much of life felt,
As we held hands and spoke of old tragedies and pains…
The better to make them fade before our hopeful dreams.
Your hands were not rough, washed clean of bloodstains,
As we sat in the castle gardens, by the babbling streams…
Where my hand caressed your cheek, whilst you blushed.
You were so shy, and yet I saw within you such passion!
The clouds above us were not so far, where they rushed,
Across the heavens, chased by the winds in their fashion.
Dark brown were your tresses, soft beneath my fingers…
And how you giggled when I nibbled at your lovely ears!
My memory of you has never died and even yet lingers…
And often, in the deeps of night, it brings me lonely tears.
Green were those garments I gave you to wear; as jade,
But more precious to me because you made them lovely!
Soft were the folds of your Hakama, as were your legs…
Smooth beneath that fabric, swift as is a panther run free.
The muscles of your broad chest my hand oft did meet…
Beneath the jade green Kimono that graced your breast!
There I so oft reclined my weary head: at your heartbeat.
Like thunder in my ears, a lusty thunder that I loved best,
Which rivaled that of the mountainous skies of great Fuji.
The gilded cherry blossoms that decorated your clothing,
Were more full of life than those that bloom on any tree!
You were a simple man and not given much to boasting.
That is why I loved you, for all this and more I can say…
Of your beautiful heart, mind, soul, spirit, and body also.
Your voice was gentle, your manner like the spring day…
Which is easygoing, and relaxed, wherever one may go.
How oft I kissed your neck, and you would turn about,
Surprising me with a hot, passionate meeting of our lips!
When you were gone I would often sit and quietly pout,
Whilst picturing: your arms wrapped tight about my hips.
This is but one memory I have of Kirimaru, my beloved,
From that time when we strode together across a land…
Which in the end cared not if we might be living or dead.
He was a glorious soul and the most honestly noble man,
Who ever drew a blade at my side for our shared cause!
Though I caused him much sorrow, he forgave me this…
For he longed to forget his past, to put aside all that was.
Instead of hiding in the shadows, he would know bliss…
By starting over, cutting every tie with the Iga Ninja clan!
But our love was fated to end, when our castle blazed…
And, dead did lay every member of our desperate band.
Our dreams went up in smoke, and could not be raised!
I had to let you go, because another claimed my heart…
And I believed you dead, seeing you cut down violently.
You never knew of my other lover, or of her brave part,
In redeeming me from dark damnation, ever so valiantly.
Yet time took her from me as well, and I knew solitude,
Until I came to Edo, and you met me in a pretty garden.
Your smile, was welcoming; happy, was your attitude…
And, beneath the Sakura trees, we made love yet again.
But my thoughts turned, to she who was my salvation…
And you eased me through the times I was inconsolable.
I suppose I never really was freed, from my damnation!
The darkness called me back; it’s power uncontrollable.
You have curly hair that drips brown on your cheek
and eats up your eyes
oh they're making me weak.
Your eyelashes are long
yes they really are quite long
but I've always thought you're pretty
despite you wishing I was wrong.
Then, your shirt clings to your chest,
and makes a peak at your waist
its the clarity of your skin
that enables such perfect taste.
And when you limp kisses all around me
i'll admit they're sloppier, sweet
still when your teeth make tiny castles
I'm protected in vivid concrete.
Of your tiny human perfections
and those that perhaps so much are not
I love how pretty your voice is
and how I very, almost
forgot.
and eats up your eyes
oh they're making me weak.
Your eyelashes are long
yes they really are quite long
but I've always thought you're pretty
despite you wishing I was wrong.
Then, your shirt clings to your chest,
and makes a peak at your waist
its the clarity of your skin
that enables such perfect taste.
And when you limp kisses all around me
i'll admit they're sloppier, sweet
still when your teeth make tiny castles
I'm protected in vivid concrete.
Of your tiny human perfections
and those that perhaps so much are not
I love how pretty your voice is
and how I very, almost
forgot.
pretty boy
who's a pretty, pretty boy
you are
tight unruly curls
ash black sexy curls
i always say
you should wear it longer
you are so thin
no muscle
so breakably thin but still
so strong
your lips turn out
from your bone thin face
almost bee stung
smooth
dry
two peaks in the middle
under your nose
your skin is like
baby powder
you stare at me with
huge almond eyes
pupils bright
bright, bright-eyed boy
with your ideas about the universe
you chew your fingers
the harsh pink skin shows jaggedly
long thin fingers
resting pale on the arm
of your chair
while you turn the pages of
Descartes
and let the dinner burn
who's a pretty, pretty boy
you are
tight unruly curls
ash black sexy curls
i always say
you should wear it longer
you are so thin
no muscle
so breakably thin but still
so strong
your lips turn out
from your bone thin face
almost bee stung
smooth
dry
two peaks in the middle
under your nose
your skin is like
baby powder
you stare at me with
huge almond eyes
pupils bright
bright, bright-eyed boy
with your ideas about the universe
you chew your fingers
the harsh pink skin shows jaggedly
long thin fingers
resting pale on the arm
of your chair
while you turn the pages of
Descartes
and let the dinner burn
Steel Stake
He stands and stares at the man, through a puff of
stale-exhaled-nicotine-mist. Crinkle skinned, blotched
ink pot holes are reminiscent of eyes. Still at age 70
he has an eye for a torso.
Let it not be said that his position as employer
makes him exempt from a good judgment
for the 20 something’s who remove their shirts
in the midday heat, to pound at a steel stake with
a 10 pound sledge hammer. He has an aptitude for that.
The field full of steel stakes, pounded two feet underground
and three feet above, are meaningless to the passer by
but to us they tell the story, the story of a man who employed
a total of 36 under 25’s with bronzed toned abdomens with
cut cores, over 15 years, who pounded a total of 1986 steel
stakes into the ground.
Why? I hear you ask, because as the sweat streaks
over the perfectly toned muscular chest of a stake pounder
so too does the male breast look most appealing to
the trained eye of a professional nipple riser.
Oh yes, they perk just a little. They rise and they are
SEXY, as sexy as a man can get. Add the shower of cold
water, and the perfectly cooled to -3 deg Celsius ale
from the bar cooler and well...
the rest is just porn.
He stands and stares at the man, through a puff of
stale-exhaled-nicotine-mist. Crinkle skinned, blotched
ink pot holes are reminiscent of eyes. Still at age 70
he has an eye for a torso.
Let it not be said that his position as employer
makes him exempt from a good judgment
for the 20 something’s who remove their shirts
in the midday heat, to pound at a steel stake with
a 10 pound sledge hammer. He has an aptitude for that.
The field full of steel stakes, pounded two feet underground
and three feet above, are meaningless to the passer by
but to us they tell the story, the story of a man who employed
a total of 36 under 25’s with bronzed toned abdomens with
cut cores, over 15 years, who pounded a total of 1986 steel
stakes into the ground.
Why? I hear you ask, because as the sweat streaks
over the perfectly toned muscular chest of a stake pounder
so too does the male breast look most appealing to
the trained eye of a professional nipple riser.
Oh yes, they perk just a little. They rise and they are
SEXY, as sexy as a man can get. Add the shower of cold
water, and the perfectly cooled to -3 deg Celsius ale
from the bar cooler and well...
the rest is just porn.
Gayle
Sunlight setting your hair into a shining hue,
Soft and warm to my searching fingertips.
They wend their way deep into your caramel strands,
I lean forward and smell your spicy-sweet aroma.
I sit behind you, thighs hugging your hips
My hands whispering down to your broad shoulders,
Kneading the strong, lean muscles tenderly,
Your light honey skin making me yearn
Your mischievous smile makes your eyes sparkle,
A field of sage surrounding a ring of gold leaf.
Sable lashes formed into a long and thick line,
Frame your eyes with muted blonde tips.
Your nose proudly takes claim front and center,
Arched in a lesser form of what's considered "Romanesque".
It adds a distinguished charm about your face,
In perfect contrast to my slight upward tilt.
Your taller than most, 6'3", but not the tallest.
The perfect height for me to rise on my tiptoes,
Tipping your head downward to meet my lips with yours,
light rose and not too thin, not too thick.
Your wingspan is long and well-defined,
Arms amber-hued and kissed by the sun.
Corn-silk pale hair covering your forearms,
Enchanting me as they shimmer in the afternoon glow.
Nobody else knows your body the way I do.
Only I have had the pleasure of exploring you,
Any other past flame neglecting to give,
The exquisite care and admiration I offer.
You are so beautiful in my eyes.
Every feature created perfectly for my desire,
Stirring something deeply sensual inside me,
Letting me know your all mine
Sunlight setting your hair into a shining hue,
Soft and warm to my searching fingertips.
They wend their way deep into your caramel strands,
I lean forward and smell your spicy-sweet aroma.
I sit behind you, thighs hugging your hips
My hands whispering down to your broad shoulders,
Kneading the strong, lean muscles tenderly,
Your light honey skin making me yearn
Your mischievous smile makes your eyes sparkle,
A field of sage surrounding a ring of gold leaf.
Sable lashes formed into a long and thick line,
Frame your eyes with muted blonde tips.
Your nose proudly takes claim front and center,
Arched in a lesser form of what's considered "Romanesque".
It adds a distinguished charm about your face,
In perfect contrast to my slight upward tilt.
Your taller than most, 6'3", but not the tallest.
The perfect height for me to rise on my tiptoes,
Tipping your head downward to meet my lips with yours,
light rose and not too thin, not too thick.
Your wingspan is long and well-defined,
Arms amber-hued and kissed by the sun.
Corn-silk pale hair covering your forearms,
Enchanting me as they shimmer in the afternoon glow.
Nobody else knows your body the way I do.
Only I have had the pleasure of exploring you,
Any other past flame neglecting to give,
The exquisite care and admiration I offer.
You are so beautiful in my eyes.
Every feature created perfectly for my desire,
Stirring something deeply sensual inside me,
Letting me know your all mine
