Poetry competition CLOSED 20th June 2013 4:03am
WINNER
MadameLavender
MadameLavender
RUNNER-UP:
Firebyrd
EROTIC POETRY
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
CLASSY EROTIC POETRY / NO PORNOGRAPHY
There is a very thin line between erotic and pornographic poetry.
Even the greatest poets wrote erotic poetry.
wyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2013/02/john-donne-erotic-poems.html
You may submit UP TO 3 poems.
They may be OLD or NEW.
They may be in any genre/kind.
They may be of any length.
Check grammar, spelling, presentation, font etc.
Further instructions will be given by the moderator
as the need arises.
NOTE:
Now they must be classy and erotic...which is MY CALL.
We can argue about whether a poem is classy or not
but this is highly subjective.
Even the greatest poets wrote erotic poetry.
wyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2013/02/john-donne-erotic-poems.html
You may submit UP TO 3 poems.
They may be OLD or NEW.
They may be in any genre/kind.
They may be of any length.
Check grammar, spelling, presentation, font etc.
Further instructions will be given by the moderator
as the need arises.
NOTE:
Now they must be classy and erotic...which is MY CALL.
We can argue about whether a poem is classy or not
but this is highly subjective.
The Artisan
Fuck these words
I work better with my hands
and my tongue
and my lips tracing patterns, running trails
from your shoulders to your hips
Only in my mind, of late
But I cannot be shaken
I know I’ve done you well
Devouring your body in little bites and kisses
Coaxing out ecstatic, sharp replies
A moan
A gasp
Your arched back returning to my grasp
My breathy words of adoration spilling hot air onto your skin
Heating until I return from running trails and tracing patterns
This prose seems so contrived
Compared to spouting sonnets between your thighs
Tracing patterns
Running trails
Poems of adoration
Nay, worship!
I’m better with my hands
But better still with my male appeal
Silk turned satin
By the moisture of your magic
Gliding
Penetrated
Dividing your venerated portal
A mortal concern though you saw fit to scream me "God"
But how odd…
I’m still on page composing
Instead of grinding, licking, showing you
That despite how I move the emotions of this pen
If we could put these words aside
I work better with my hands
Fuck these words
I work better with my hands
and my tongue
and my lips tracing patterns, running trails
from your shoulders to your hips
Only in my mind, of late
But I cannot be shaken
I know I’ve done you well
Devouring your body in little bites and kisses
Coaxing out ecstatic, sharp replies
A moan
A gasp
Your arched back returning to my grasp
My breathy words of adoration spilling hot air onto your skin
Heating until I return from running trails and tracing patterns
This prose seems so contrived
Compared to spouting sonnets between your thighs
Tracing patterns
Running trails
Poems of adoration
Nay, worship!
I’m better with my hands
But better still with my male appeal
Silk turned satin
By the moisture of your magic
Gliding
Penetrated
Dividing your venerated portal
A mortal concern though you saw fit to scream me "God"
But how odd…
I’m still on page composing
Instead of grinding, licking, showing you
That despite how I move the emotions of this pen
If we could put these words aside
I work better with my hands
The Tethers of Love and Trust
Speak in low tones to keep a secret
Enamored by your helpless adoration
Just focus on those things that bind us
When there's always time for contemplation
The blindfold only adds mystery
To our private trustworthy perversions
Ignore the voice of inhibitions
And indulge in surrendered diversions
Shed your silken modern-day armor
Lay full prone to the ravages of lust
Revel in vulnerability
A tool to temper our love with our trust
Reach above your head to your halo
And I'll secure it tight around your wrists
I'll show you a devil can be trusted
For you proved to me angels still exist
Together we'll find heaven on earth
In keeping rhythm with a beating heart
We'll finish it all off with a kiss
Its' beauty as a whole considered art
Speak in low tones to keep a secret
Enamored by your helpless adoration
Just focus on those things that bind us
When there's always time for contemplation
The blindfold only adds mystery
To our private trustworthy perversions
Ignore the voice of inhibitions
And indulge in surrendered diversions
Shed your silken modern-day armor
Lay full prone to the ravages of lust
Revel in vulnerability
A tool to temper our love with our trust
Reach above your head to your halo
And I'll secure it tight around your wrists
I'll show you a devil can be trusted
For you proved to me angels still exist
Together we'll find heaven on earth
In keeping rhythm with a beating heart
We'll finish it all off with a kiss
Its' beauty as a whole considered art
Let me
Let me lay beside you, so our bodies can converse.
Let me kiss you, so our tongues can dance to the sound of our heartbeats.
Let me explore you, so we arouse new pleasures.
Let me lick and taste your erect head, so my lips moisten more,ready for you.
Let me invite you in, so you can feel my desires for you.
Let me wrap Yoni around your throbbing manhood, so our juices create a new flavour.
Let me gyrate and thrust onto you, so I hear your deep, pleasurable moans.
Let me erupt with you, so our orgasmic harmonies play out our symphony of love.
I am yours
Let me lay beside you, so our bodies can converse.
Let me kiss you, so our tongues can dance to the sound of our heartbeats.
Let me explore you, so we arouse new pleasures.
Let me lick and taste your erect head, so my lips moisten more,ready for you.
Let me invite you in, so you can feel my desires for you.
Let me wrap Yoni around your throbbing manhood, so our juices create a new flavour.
Let me gyrate and thrust onto you, so I hear your deep, pleasurable moans.
Let me erupt with you, so our orgasmic harmonies play out our symphony of love.
I am yours
Anonymous
I'm a motherfucking lesbian.
Anonymous
I accidentally commented this for a second time lol, sorry.
Anonymous
Dream Catcher
She's the weaver of dreams
lithe body contorted
in passionate pose
like physical prose
wetly inked on crisp white sheets
singing so sweetly,
a lullaby of moan songs
softly whispered verses of ecstasy
lusty bedtime stories
tales of her ardor
whimpered, wanton words
incomprehensible, delirious dreams
captured by the moon curve of her hip
written on soft, gasping, parted lips
She's the weaver of dreams
lithe body contorted
in passionate pose
like physical prose
wetly inked on crisp white sheets
singing so sweetly,
a lullaby of moan songs
softly whispered verses of ecstasy
lusty bedtime stories
tales of her ardor
whimpered, wanton words
incomprehensible, delirious dreams
captured by the moon curve of her hip
written on soft, gasping, parted lips
Anonymous
"Incubators"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/content/images/2007/06/05/birds_nest_470x353.jpg
We've dreamt about
this sensual-moment,
an intimate-act,
such closeness,
you and I.
Taking things
in hand,
I work myself
into a crescendo
while you
incubate my eggs,
one by one
pushed
inside your
warm-nest,
ultimately
cracking them
in abundance
all over your
delicious-folds,
my pretty treasure.
Again and again,
we cry,
we moan,
in ultimate-pleasure.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/tyne/content/images/2007/06/05/birds_nest_470x353.jpg
We've dreamt about
this sensual-moment,
an intimate-act,
such closeness,
you and I.
Taking things
in hand,
I work myself
into a crescendo
while you
incubate my eggs,
one by one
pushed
inside your
warm-nest,
ultimately
cracking them
in abundance
all over your
delicious-folds,
my pretty treasure.
Again and again,
we cry,
we moan,
in ultimate-pleasure.
Anonymous
WOW....THANK YOU to first responders....they are great....
I think that they all qualify as being erotic and not pornographic
I think Pierre the Mad is an excellent example of how to make it
very poetic (he has not won yet).....so post it....you can always edit it after posting.......
I think that they all qualify as being erotic and not pornographic
I think Pierre the Mad is an excellent example of how to make it
very poetic (he has not won yet).....so post it....you can always edit it after posting.......
Anonymous
The Inner Hum
Hypnotic
your tongue
slips and skips,
like
the navel
of the sea
salmonswimming
upstream
as it scribes
liquid aums
in
the magnetized silk
of my vagina -
before you
crucify me,
nailing my palms
to undulant dissolution
galaxies
pouring
from my mouth.
Hypnotic
your tongue
slips and skips,
like
the navel
of the sea
salmonswimming
upstream
as it scribes
liquid aums
in
the magnetized silk
of my vagina -
before you
crucify me,
nailing my palms
to undulant dissolution
galaxies
pouring
from my mouth.
.:Mother's Day:.
http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2835641_116941_9ce77bfcb1_l.jpg
Jeff's mom? Quite similar to my mom.
Except…in my mind… see Jeff’s mom is…
Well.. she’s into some serious Fun & Games
Jeff’s mom is into playing with flames
I’m sayin she’s a real fire starter
Guessin this is what each thrill has taught her
I’m thinking what seems to have caught her attention is seeing if fire really maims
Collecting young guy’s names adding ‘em to small bits of paper
This, a significant part of each ongoing caper
See Jeff’s mom is kinda known to be into a bit of clowning
Her thinking? around her, “There won’t be any frowning”
She’d stream A-lines angled just right
All of ‘em tight!!
From head to toe what a sight!
Straight down into softer & suppler lines
She’d be blowin' minds.. Profound, each mound
Always up for a kid around
Whenever Jeff’s friends came around
She’d “talk-up” the fresh lemonade
Then she’d mention “other stuff” trying to persuade
The incoming…little bits of Lip Humming
Most the dudes got nervous…some snickering
The wonderment about what she’d been figuring
Wondering if she heard us?
This as she leaned forward bending over to serve us
That’s when most the guys they’d start to fade
Excuses for departure would soon cascade
Even too hot for Jeff
Him saying even he had to go & seek shade
So.. during this particular parade
she’s offering me a Dutch
Masking surprise, keeping it wise, I say
uhhhhhhhhhh…thank you very much
I’m thinking, maybe, just maybe
this is some kinda conversational crutch
Anyways I’m concluding...this is a very nice touch
After awhile, after that
I suppose it was on to her next caper
Where that next caper came shortly after we inhaled that vapor
Certainly after the mist seemed to disappear
Seemed like the conversation,
Well it kinda veered
A toe wiggle, a slight giggle with words no longer constrained
Seemingly all-parties were about becoming even more entertained
My image of Jeff’s mom? Well,
they were venturing into the strange
I had a thought we might undertake something
something with some humping perhaps goin long range
Yet I’m thinking somehow all of this
perhaps all of this might’ve been prearranged
But for the Right now this here affair...
it had now dipped into the deep reservoir of this Ms. Sugar Bear
Grey sparkling streaks peeking thru sandy hair
I was amazed and in a haze wherein
I just stared
Her smile gleaming and
right about now her breast is bare
Twin moons…they sittin and they justa blazing
Me? I’m Higher than High and I’m straight gazing
feeling like I’m about to start praising
This cougar for sure..
She’s like Mountain View amazing!
Yet, I’m thinking Jeff’s Mom
That she’s really, really quite the brazen!
::But anyway..::
We’re both inside the condo..
We’re standing there toe-to-toe
Here, all along my conscience is yelling,
“Dude!! Please don’t go”
But by now it’s that time, it’s like..
WHATEVER!!
It’s turning into a Tri-Pod-X video..
This one, the weed would have to call “Endeavor”
Push-up-Bra...Who
Jeff’s mom??? …NEVER!!
I’m thinking her Surgeon Generals
They got silicon that’s really quite clever
Jeff’s mom with her gift for gab
no flab and that’s the facts
There’s nuthin about Jeff’s mom that I could say at all lacks
She’s got features for creatures fully extended
Thinking for her age Jeff’s Mom...she’s been very well attended
This lady, she’s been more than well blended...and
her physicality…it had me all up-ended
Each bodily aspect
coming correct inna special way!
Time hadn’t caused her any dismay
Clearly her play. It was based on what’s relentless
So to leave no doubt I went the wicked rout and
I went on with this
I was taking into account the ecstasy
All that delicacy found within this slick sickness
Her wetness,
couldn’t at all neglect this
Jeff’s mom, she making me wanna witness
I’m so HIGH thinking..
Kid, you’ll want to go on & get this
Where everything & anything would certainly get polished
Nothing taboo, all inhibitions were abolished
Ancient places for the groping of this young man
Leaving me astonished doing the best that I can
So go ahead you can admonish but I was tripping
And Jeff’s mom? She wasn’t at all resisting
I was all in there getting quite the mannish
Hungry; but Jeff’s mom; she was quite the famished
I mean I was just a kid
but Jeff’s mom, she placed that bid
Really, she should’ve known a smidgen bit better
Left me with a crush; I had never had better
In any event; that go round
I never shared with Jeff or shared it with anybody
How Jeff’s mom had me turned out like…you know..
::Lottie Dotty::
But I did ask Jeff where he had disappeared “that” day?
All he said was, His mom had called my mom
Her saying, “Let’s do our pups” today
I said, uhhhhhhhhhh really…Yo, kid, you don’t say?
Jeff added, “he hadn’t”
with him grinning in such a peculiar kinda way.
...
photo: Michele Randell
Anonymous
Blush
Can I make you blush, that pretty
red that looks so good on you, the
color of blood that draws for a taste...
Come a little closer, let me look at you,
into eyes that can reach inside me, twist
me for your pleasing....
My pulse beats erratic, your mouth
descends, right above, playing music
inside my veins, the Blues orchestrate....
Hands winding, my hair a violin, you play with
such haunt....
Lips puckered, you hum a tune
against words, stealing my breath.
You trace my flesh with fingertips as
you circle me, my body warming, pooled
inside velvet folds...
Liquid escapes and you kneel to
catch, teeth trap, enfold, a whimper
releases, and I am yours.
You drink eternal, hand on your hair,
pushing you closer to my fountain
of youth..
I move against you, head in prayer,
beads break, freed from confession.
Fingers embedded in my ass, I am
your miracle this night....
Electricity flows through me, raining
on you, anointed, sated....
Can I make you blush, that pretty
red that looks so good on you, the
color of blood that draws for a taste...
Come a little closer, let me look at you,
into eyes that can reach inside me, twist
me for your pleasing....
My pulse beats erratic, your mouth
descends, right above, playing music
inside my veins, the Blues orchestrate....
Hands winding, my hair a violin, you play with
such haunt....
Lips puckered, you hum a tune
against words, stealing my breath.
You trace my flesh with fingertips as
you circle me, my body warming, pooled
inside velvet folds...
Liquid escapes and you kneel to
catch, teeth trap, enfold, a whimper
releases, and I am yours.
You drink eternal, hand on your hair,
pushing you closer to my fountain
of youth..
I move against you, head in prayer,
beads break, freed from confession.
Fingers embedded in my ass, I am
your miracle this night....
Electricity flows through me, raining
on you, anointed, sated....
Anonymous
I Dare You
To tell me what
you are going to do
to me, your tongue in
my mouth, grasping my
secrets, wishing them into
my flesh...
Me on my kneels, tasting,
pearl on my tongue, saying your
name as I am full.
I dare you to let me see red
on your skin, to take a peek
at the smile it forms.
Bound in a chair, my ghostly
silhouette haunts, teasing you
to break pieces of the puzzle to
put me back together.
To find me, hide-in-go-seek,
roam the halls of my womb.
To speak to me with your eyes,
make me blush upon pale twilight...
Go darker upon dusk, enter Mr. Sandman...
Behind, you become my King, my face in front, sheets
gripped, as you shake my sanity, peel me
inch by inch...
My breath reaches for safety as you gather
my flesh, wind it around your finger, I am at
your mercy.
I scream to the gods to close their eyes,
for you saturate every morsel of my being,
the dam overflows as you crush me again and
again, taking my life, bringing me back....
My lives climax, not willing to let go.
You are...Deep Midnight...engulfed
in my night, light never reaching your thirst....
To tell me what
you are going to do
to me, your tongue in
my mouth, grasping my
secrets, wishing them into
my flesh...
Me on my kneels, tasting,
pearl on my tongue, saying your
name as I am full.
I dare you to let me see red
on your skin, to take a peek
at the smile it forms.
Bound in a chair, my ghostly
silhouette haunts, teasing you
to break pieces of the puzzle to
put me back together.
To find me, hide-in-go-seek,
roam the halls of my womb.
To speak to me with your eyes,
make me blush upon pale twilight...
Go darker upon dusk, enter Mr. Sandman...
Behind, you become my King, my face in front, sheets
gripped, as you shake my sanity, peel me
inch by inch...
My breath reaches for safety as you gather
my flesh, wind it around your finger, I am at
your mercy.
I scream to the gods to close their eyes,
for you saturate every morsel of my being,
the dam overflows as you crush me again and
again, taking my life, bringing me back....
My lives climax, not willing to let go.
You are...Deep Midnight...engulfed
in my night, light never reaching your thirst....
