Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd September 2012 2:49am
WINNER
Sublime
Sublime
RUNNER-UP:
Duncan
We're All Just a Little Bit Gay
Poetry Contest Description
Ever had feelings for the same sex?
If you don't like, don't be rude, if you hate, please, keep your opinions to yourself.
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Okay, so I believe everyone has a little crush on the same sex. Weather it's simple friendship or maybe a little more sexual or maybe you truly do love them, weather they feel the same or not.
Write about you experience in this.
No more than 40 words please
Two poems per poet
I can't wait to read
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Okay, so I believe everyone has a little crush on the same sex. Weather it's simple friendship or maybe a little more sexual or maybe you truly do love them, weather they feel the same or not.
Write about you experience in this.
No more than 40 words please
Two poems per poet
I can't wait to read
First Kiss:
That ass is fine to me
your hair is divine to me
Those curves excite me
Put your tongue inside me
Come on, Get closer
I am searching for your gift
I want to reminisce
Play with you miss
I`m not looking for a penis
Give me some bliss
A one time twist
You`ll be my first kiss.
That ass is fine to me
your hair is divine to me
Those curves excite me
Put your tongue inside me
Come on, Get closer
I am searching for your gift
I want to reminisce
Play with you miss
I`m not looking for a penis
Give me some bliss
A one time twist
You`ll be my first kiss.
Breakfast Table
It was at the breakfast table,
that we first touched lips,
tongues, cheekbones, chins
the moon, dripping and sad
invading the atramentous block
that was her kitchen.
My pink flesh probed hers,
curious, queer
so different than the kiss of a man
Desire, begging, question
fleeting sexuality
And we continued to kiss,
a fish feeding along the ocean floor,
Her mouth tasting of the slick,
glossy, artificial sheen that coated
her lips,
and mine tasting
of the words of sorrow and glee
pleading of question
that I had devoured in shy attempt
to keep my attraction to her
a locked secret.
Our kiss wrote stories of passion and sin
of heat and time to grant the future
it captivated my attention wading
into the riptide of her asphalt eyes.
Her intrigue, a lead bar placed across my throat,
and then friction, the collision of our
sexuality,
and we withered to nothing more than
a pink flower, pressed against the pages
of our own thick book, dried to the point of crumbling,
leaving me with nothing more than memories of
experiment, friendship, meloncholia, and concussion,
the distance across the breakfast table
seeming so much greater now.
It was at the breakfast table,
that we first touched lips,
tongues, cheekbones, chins
the moon, dripping and sad
invading the atramentous block
that was her kitchen.
My pink flesh probed hers,
curious, queer
so different than the kiss of a man
Desire, begging, question
fleeting sexuality
And we continued to kiss,
a fish feeding along the ocean floor,
Her mouth tasting of the slick,
glossy, artificial sheen that coated
her lips,
and mine tasting
of the words of sorrow and glee
pleading of question
that I had devoured in shy attempt
to keep my attraction to her
a locked secret.
Our kiss wrote stories of passion and sin
of heat and time to grant the future
it captivated my attention wading
into the riptide of her asphalt eyes.
Her intrigue, a lead bar placed across my throat,
and then friction, the collision of our
sexuality,
and we withered to nothing more than
a pink flower, pressed against the pages
of our own thick book, dried to the point of crumbling,
leaving me with nothing more than memories of
experiment, friendship, meloncholia, and concussion,
the distance across the breakfast table
seeming so much greater now.
Same Sex Lovers
We're all just a little bit gay
Some more than others
There are very few ultimates
They're Kinsey scale anomalies
In a same sex school
We have the time
To spend exploring the taboo
We have the opportunity
To accumulate some same sex lovers
To have some 'fun'
With my schoolboy brothers
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Sorry it was a bit over the limit but I wasn't sure how to bring it down.
We're all just a little bit gay
Some more than others
There are very few ultimates
They're Kinsey scale anomalies
In a same sex school
We have the time
To spend exploring the taboo
We have the opportunity
To accumulate some same sex lovers
To have some 'fun'
With my schoolboy brothers
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Sorry it was a bit over the limit but I wasn't sure how to bring it down.
