Poetry competition CLOSED 12th July 2013 1:57am
WINNER
tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
tommielynn (Tommie Lynn)
A Toast
Poetry Contest Description
look at a picture in the enclosed thread...write a toast!!!
Please click on the thread below
I would like you to write a toast for the picture you see
You will find the toast I wrote to go with it as an
example.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/104698-a-toast/
I would like your toast to be 8 lines or less
be about the picture in the thread
your interpretation of what you see
any style
please keep it to 2 entries per poet
have fun with it!!!
very important to keep it at the 8 or less lines!!!!
I would like you to write a toast for the picture you see
You will find the toast I wrote to go with it as an
example.
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/104698-a-toast/
I would like your toast to be 8 lines or less
be about the picture in the thread
your interpretation of what you see
any style
please keep it to 2 entries per poet
have fun with it!!!
very important to keep it at the 8 or less lines!!!!
A TOAST TO A LADY OF LEGS THICK WITH BLOOD FOR THIS IS THE WOMAN I CRAVE
She must have curves like the waves but a body as fragile as a slaves name
The wine I fill her cup to the brim with is forged in my own blood
she was the first to follow me, the first to listen to my show
Of demanding voice but yet she turned this shit and sow
Into a man who commands demons just so I know that her cup shall forever flow
She must have curves like the waves but a body as fragile as a slaves name
The wine I fill her cup to the brim with is forged in my own blood
she was the first to follow me, the first to listen to my show
Of demanding voice but yet she turned this shit and sow
Into a man who commands demons just so I know that her cup shall forever flow
Anonymous
VICTORY IS MINE
A glass is raised, full of wine
I seduced you, made you mine
In body, soul and liquid love
You gazed at me with half open eyes
Gave in eagerly, then surprise
I drank your blood with abandon
You hardly noticed at all
Victory is mine again – a toast to all
8 lines
Anonymous
<< post removed >>
Toast to the wound that never heals--
The more you touch it, the more it bleeds
The more you feel it, the more it tightens
The more you try to close, the more it opens
To your death,I offer you this final toast
To die is to rest, may you rest in peace...
CHEERS!
The Competition
This was the last thing I saw
Two siren nymphomaniacs
Exhausted from pleasure Defeated
One raised the glass and toasted my stamina
The other looking at the tool of her demise
Knowing that it housed the vary blood I needed
For my consciousness
That's when I passed out
This was the last thing I saw
Two siren nymphomaniacs
Exhausted from pleasure Defeated
One raised the glass and toasted my stamina
The other looking at the tool of her demise
Knowing that it housed the vary blood I needed
For my consciousness
That's when I passed out
Here's to her body and soul
here's to me I've reached my goal
There she lays all bloody and cold
she didn't know that I was so bold
I tasted her divine sweet self
now I'll drink to my own health
Her life trickles from her seams
I'll have visits from her in my dreams
here's to me I've reached my goal
There she lays all bloody and cold
she didn't know that I was so bold
I tasted her divine sweet self
now I'll drink to my own health
Her life trickles from her seams
I'll have visits from her in my dreams
Here's to her body and soul
here's to me I've reached my goal
There she lays all bloody and cold
she didn't know that I was so bold
I tasted her divine sweet self
now I'll drink to my own health
Her life trickles from her seams
I'll have visits from her in my dreams
here's to me I've reached my goal
There she lays all bloody and cold
she didn't know that I was so bold
I tasted her divine sweet self
now I'll drink to my own health
Her life trickles from her seams
I'll have visits from her in my dreams
Salud
(revised from my poem Blood Cousins)
Blood is the vessel of my spiraling odyssey
For the rare red pearls I seek are so elusive
Never taken, always given
In my sojourn I find those crimson pearls are essential most
To those who deserve them least
But I'm artistic in my approach
For yet another masterpiece lies before me, a Still Life
Salud mi amor
(revised from my poem Blood Cousins)
Blood is the vessel of my spiraling odyssey
For the rare red pearls I seek are so elusive
Never taken, always given
In my sojourn I find those crimson pearls are essential most
To those who deserve them least
But I'm artistic in my approach
For yet another masterpiece lies before me, a Still Life
Salud mi amor
Anonymous
Me Only
I raise my glass of blood red wine
to my latest foe defeated
praise to her valiant effort
to steal your love away
Cheers to the many beauties
reduced to skulls with eyes gaping open
forever jealousy gazing on
as you make sweet love to [b]ME ONLY[/b]
I raise my glass of blood red wine
to my latest foe defeated
praise to her valiant effort
to steal your love away
Cheers to the many beauties
reduced to skulls with eyes gaping open
forever jealousy gazing on
as you make sweet love to [b]ME ONLY[/b]
A glass of the finest wine, I raise,
You have truly earned my praise.
To just lie there as I extract your blood
I had expected my room to flood.
Yet you shed not a single tear.
All I can say is, "Good job, dear."
Now sleep as I drink this beautiful mixture,
Of blood and wine, a sweet elixir.
You have truly earned my praise.
To just lie there as I extract your blood
I had expected my room to flood.
Yet you shed not a single tear.
All I can say is, "Good job, dear."
Now sleep as I drink this beautiful mixture,
Of blood and wine, a sweet elixir.
Anonymous
"Tough Lesson"
(Toasting Dreams)
I had a strange
vision last night,
the giggling
woke me
up at around three,
the real witching-hour,
all I could see
was pure-beauty.
Two sweet-cuties
sitting buck-naked
in the pale moonlight,
drinking the finest Merlot.
I was thinking I was dreaming,
until they offered me a glass
of the tasty red-stuff.
Oh boy, I'm gonna get lucky,
I clinked crystal and
guzzled the red elixir.
Then things got a bit hazy,
my mind went blank,
must have been drugged,
woke up the next morning
lying on the rug.
The window was open
as was my empty wallet
lying on the floor
right next to me.
Dammit, a higher power
robbed me
of my dreams
and my money.
Teach me to fantacize
about taking advantage
of naked imbibing-women.
(Toasting Dreams)
I had a strange
vision last night,
the giggling
woke me
up at around three,
the real witching-hour,
all I could see
was pure-beauty.
Two sweet-cuties
sitting buck-naked
in the pale moonlight,
drinking the finest Merlot.
I was thinking I was dreaming,
until they offered me a glass
of the tasty red-stuff.
Oh boy, I'm gonna get lucky,
I clinked crystal and
guzzled the red elixir.
Then things got a bit hazy,
my mind went blank,
must have been drugged,
woke up the next morning
lying on the rug.
The window was open
as was my empty wallet
lying on the floor
right next to me.
Dammit, a higher power
robbed me
of my dreams
and my money.
Teach me to fantacize
about taking advantage
of naked imbibing-women.
Anonymous
"Toasting Ladies Luck"
To your health fine-ladies
and to my good luck.
Not just one, but a double-one.
Guzzle deep and guzzle much.
This is going to be such dirty-fun...
the three of us,
high on good red-wine.
To your health fine-ladies
and to my good luck.
Not just one, but a double-one.
Guzzle deep and guzzle much.
This is going to be such dirty-fun...
the three of us,
high on good red-wine.
"Legs crossed we drank toasted the birthday girl"
finally twenty three
come into this dark room with me
say this hard silhouette ripped all to shred
toasts to the birthday girl for she lays dead
Blood thrown everywhere from the neck
now i sit here and think what the heck
Toasts to the birthday for this drink
think its wine its not its blood i think
finally twenty three
come into this dark room with me
say this hard silhouette ripped all to shred
toasts to the birthday girl for she lays dead
Blood thrown everywhere from the neck
now i sit here and think what the heck
Toasts to the birthday for this drink
think its wine its not its blood i think
