Poetry competition CLOSED 27th November 2013 4:10am
WINNER
BlackVelvetRose (Ragdoll Raven)
BlackVelvetRose (Ragdoll Raven)
RUNNERS-UP:
Smoogej1s
and blue_angel
Erotic prose
Anonymous
Am I getting this all wrong? Most of these seem to be free verse poems, not prose....
Can you clarify, please?
Can you clarify, please?
Vanilla vendetta
Steeped in passion.
Internal demand, your chemicals release, to undo my thoughts rational.
Irrational takes over, and a deep yearning.
Subconscious desire towards that which is mine.
Pheromones release a deeper knowledge.
A deeper desire, to fill that carnal,
new depths conquered deep within that which is perfect.
Throbbing and moist, deepest affection as two become one.
The continuation of a race,
entwined with an affection,
deep beneath all that is us.
Locked and lucid, we are,
I.
You.
One in the act of, "nothing else matters". A light glaze of saturation, glistening upon our skin.
Passion's labour, not lost.
Sweet salty lament, glossed across the you.
And the I.
Pivotal moment and upon receiving conclusion, we are what matters.
No more..
Us..
no less..
As we create the future, passion infusion future.
Set in stone.
Meaning and emotion.
We are the future..
Intricate B
Steeped in passion.
Internal demand, your chemicals release, to undo my thoughts rational.
Irrational takes over, and a deep yearning.
Subconscious desire towards that which is mine.
Pheromones release a deeper knowledge.
A deeper desire, to fill that carnal,
new depths conquered deep within that which is perfect.
Throbbing and moist, deepest affection as two become one.
The continuation of a race,
entwined with an affection,
deep beneath all that is us.
Locked and lucid, we are,
I.
You.
One in the act of, "nothing else matters". A light glaze of saturation, glistening upon our skin.
Passion's labour, not lost.
Sweet salty lament, glossed across the you.
And the I.
Pivotal moment and upon receiving conclusion, we are what matters.
No more..
Us..
no less..
As we create the future, passion infusion future.
Set in stone.
Meaning and emotion.
We are the future..
Intricate B
Anonymous
Then perhaps a change to the posted rules should be made. Why bother with guidelines if they are not observed?
Petit_Minou said:Then perhaps a change to the posted rules should be made. Why bother with guidelines if they are not observed?
If a writer doesn't know the simple difference between poetry and prose they should enlighten themselves. Changing the rules due to ignorance would be like someone claiming they shouldn't have to pay a fine for smoking in a non-smoking venue because they didn't see the non-smoking sign. JMHO, of course.
If a writer doesn't know the simple difference between poetry and prose they should enlighten themselves. Changing the rules due to ignorance would be like someone claiming they shouldn't have to pay a fine for smoking in a non-smoking venue because they didn't see the non-smoking sign. JMHO, of course.
Petit_Minou said:Then perhaps a change to the posted rules should be made. Why bother with guidelines if they are not observed?
Well, I never was much of a stickler for the rules, myself, having a problem with authority like I do. But for some reason, I feel it is wrong to simply change the rules I have set. May the best poet win, I just like to give them an idea of what I want to see. The important bit is that perhaps I inspired them to write something they normally wouldn't have.
Well, I never was much of a stickler for the rules, myself, having a problem with authority like I do. But for some reason, I feel it is wrong to simply change the rules I have set. May the best poet win, I just like to give them an idea of what I want to see. The important bit is that perhaps I inspired them to write something they normally wouldn't have.
I'd say this is fairly clear about the difference.
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/662088-Prose-vs-Poetry
In short, poetry consists of verse and stanza and prose consists of sentence and paragraph.
Just in case you were curious.
All right, I'll stop infiltrating the comp now.
Sorry.
http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/662088-Prose-vs-Poetry
In short, poetry consists of verse and stanza and prose consists of sentence and paragraph.
Just in case you were curious.
All right, I'll stop infiltrating the comp now.
Sorry.
Anonymous
Glad you dropped by. That was my understanding as well...
Just seems odd to have a competition based on a shortage of erotic prose and then say it doesn't matter if it's prose or poetry...
Just seems odd to have a competition based on a shortage of erotic prose and then say it doesn't matter if it's prose or poetry...
Gemini said:[quote-243957-Petit_Minou]Then perhaps a change to the posted rules should be made. Why bother with guidelines if they are not observed?
If a writer doesn't know the simple difference between poetry and prose they should enlighten themselves. Changing the rules due to ignorance would be like someone claiming they shouldn't have to pay a fine for smoking in a non-smoking venue because they didn't see the non-smoking sign. JMHO, of course. [/quote]
Well put, Gemini
If a writer doesn't know the simple difference between poetry and prose they should enlighten themselves. Changing the rules due to ignorance would be like someone claiming they shouldn't have to pay a fine for smoking in a non-smoking venue because they didn't see the non-smoking sign. JMHO, of course. [/quote]
Well put, Gemini
Petit_Minou said:Glad you dropped by. That was my understanding as well...
Just seems odd to have a competition based on a shortage of erotic prose and then say it doesn't matter if it's prose or poetry...
True, but I think the important bit is that I may have inspired someone to write, perhaps being responsible for the spark that started it all off. I.may just change the name slightly, though, just not the rules.
Just seems odd to have a competition based on a shortage of erotic prose and then say it doesn't matter if it's prose or poetry...
True, but I think the important bit is that I may have inspired someone to write, perhaps being responsible for the spark that started it all off. I.may just change the name slightly, though, just not the rules.
"I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry: that is, prose = words in their best order;--poetry = the best words in the best order."
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Table Talk, July 12, 1827)
"You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose."
(Governor Mario Cuomo, New Republic, April 8, 1985)
...
With that noted - and what with Petit Minou and Gemini have explained as well - I'll humbly submit my first erotica prose piece written based off a series called "Damn Him" created by my poetic friend Rose (Lookawaynow) ... She recently left DUP and as with some others we are the lesser for it. This isn't for competition consideration - I'll pen something new - just my way of saying thanks to her ...
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Table Talk, July 12, 1827)
"You campaign in poetry. You govern in prose."
(Governor Mario Cuomo, New Republic, April 8, 1985)
...
With that noted - and what with Petit Minou and Gemini have explained as well - I'll humbly submit my first erotica prose piece written based off a series called "Damn Him" created by my poetic friend Rose (Lookawaynow) ... She recently left DUP and as with some others we are the lesser for it. This isn't for competition consideration - I'll pen something new - just my way of saying thanks to her ...
Damn Him! ... And his pint too!
I just wanted to get home
It was murderously hot
Too hot for funeral black
But my husband insisted we stop for a pint
Says his uncle would have wanted it
As soon as we walked in
The Rooster's Nest
I could see Him drinking and laughing
in a corner with some mates
Was he telling them about me?
About us?
Was that why they were laughing?
Damn Him!
He looked up for a moment to see me still standing at the door next
to my husband
His boyish laughter turned to the sly smile of a fox
He coolly nodded for me to head towards the back
The nerve
Did he really think that he and I were going to ...
In the pub? - With my husband and his mates all about?
Cheeky bastard
"Honey, I need to step to the back to freshen for a moment," was what I said
A kiss on the cheek and a pint of Guinness, his pacifiers
Damn Him!
He was already at the door of the loo
Opened it, as if he were a gentleman, letting me in first
Door locked
His willing prisoner again
Damn Him!
"This will have to be quick."
He commands
"You understand?"
I can only whisper, "Yes"
My breathing already shallowed
by anticipation and fear
I stood there panting as he inspected me
Tracing his fingers along the lines of my dress
"You look good in black. Sexy."
Who was he to compliment me. I had just helped bury a dear uncle and here he was toying with me
Damn Him!
"Thank you," I moaned, as he began to kiss and suck at the nape of my neck
I could see liquid pearls building on his forehead reminding me of the heat building between my legs
Without warning he squatted down
Hiked up my dress
Ripped my silk knickers with teeth and hands letting them fall like confetti to the floor
His tongue felt cool and refreshing at first
Just the relief I needed after such a day
Then it intensified
His tongue was deep in me
With one leg over his shoulder
He was fucking me so hard with his tongue and lips my head was banging against the wooden stall
Damn Him!
Just when I was getting to the point
where I was going to die and thought they'd have to bury me this day too
He pulls out his tongue and sticks in his finger
He moves it in a come hither motion the way he calls me like I'm some dirty slut
He laps and sucks at my clit while pressing my pelvis with his other hand
A great tidal wave rips from inside and soaks his face
Oh my Lord!
Did he just make me squirt?
Damn Him!
"Remember I said quick," he growls
As he turns me around with his trousers now dropped
I don't see his cock
I just feel the massive throbbing urgency of it molded inside me
As promised he's done with me quickly
Grinds his teeth as he cums
And as before without warning he squats to the tile floor and begins
to devour my dripping pussy, again
Damn Him!
He stands in front of me now
Breathing hard
Still not done with my limp carcass
He kisses me hungrily
I can taste his juices and mine roll over my tongue
He leaves first, to give me a moment, gentleman that he is
Back at the bar I find my husband and he asks, "You alright dove?"
"I'm fine, it's just been a long day. Can we go home now?"
He sees I'm flush and kisses me warmly on my lips.
"Okay, lets go then."
I look over my shoulder, as my husband and I leave, and I see Him raise a fresh pint towards me and he mouths, "Cheers"
"Damn Him!"
I just wanted to get home
It was murderously hot
Too hot for funeral black
But my husband insisted we stop for a pint
Says his uncle would have wanted it
As soon as we walked in
The Rooster's Nest
I could see Him drinking and laughing
in a corner with some mates
Was he telling them about me?
About us?
Was that why they were laughing?
Damn Him!
He looked up for a moment to see me still standing at the door next
to my husband
His boyish laughter turned to the sly smile of a fox
He coolly nodded for me to head towards the back
The nerve
Did he really think that he and I were going to ...
In the pub? - With my husband and his mates all about?
Cheeky bastard
"Honey, I need to step to the back to freshen for a moment," was what I said
A kiss on the cheek and a pint of Guinness, his pacifiers
Damn Him!
He was already at the door of the loo
Opened it, as if he were a gentleman, letting me in first
Door locked
His willing prisoner again
Damn Him!
"This will have to be quick."
He commands
"You understand?"
I can only whisper, "Yes"
My breathing already shallowed
by anticipation and fear
I stood there panting as he inspected me
Tracing his fingers along the lines of my dress
"You look good in black. Sexy."
Who was he to compliment me. I had just helped bury a dear uncle and here he was toying with me
Damn Him!
"Thank you," I moaned, as he began to kiss and suck at the nape of my neck
I could see liquid pearls building on his forehead reminding me of the heat building between my legs
Without warning he squatted down
Hiked up my dress
Ripped my silk knickers with teeth and hands letting them fall like confetti to the floor
His tongue felt cool and refreshing at first
Just the relief I needed after such a day
Then it intensified
His tongue was deep in me
With one leg over his shoulder
He was fucking me so hard with his tongue and lips my head was banging against the wooden stall
Damn Him!
Just when I was getting to the point
where I was going to die and thought they'd have to bury me this day too
He pulls out his tongue and sticks in his finger
He moves it in a come hither motion the way he calls me like I'm some dirty slut
He laps and sucks at my clit while pressing my pelvis with his other hand
A great tidal wave rips from inside and soaks his face
Oh my Lord!
Did he just make me squirt?
Damn Him!
"Remember I said quick," he growls
As he turns me around with his trousers now dropped
I don't see his cock
I just feel the massive throbbing urgency of it molded inside me
As promised he's done with me quickly
Grinds his teeth as he cums
And as before without warning he squats to the tile floor and begins
to devour my dripping pussy, again
Damn Him!
He stands in front of me now
Breathing hard
Still not done with my limp carcass
He kisses me hungrily
I can taste his juices and mine roll over my tongue
He leaves first, to give me a moment, gentleman that he is
Back at the bar I find my husband and he asks, "You alright dove?"
"I'm fine, it's just been a long day. Can we go home now?"
He sees I'm flush and kisses me warmly on my lips.
"Okay, lets go then."
I look over my shoulder, as my husband and I leave, and I see Him raise a fresh pint towards me and he mouths, "Cheers"
"Damn Him!"
Darkening Weakness (part 1)
Her gaze undressing thoughts
once immersed against blackening barricades,
lights became non existence,
days awakened dark red lipstick scorching
my strength away.
Trapped inside psychotic rainbows,
She whispers over powering monologues.
(I maid to worship her mythical ways).
Softening femininity caressing
my delicate body,
clawing away against cognitive reasoning,
I arose excited between twin dimensions
rubbing my crumbling heart to life .
(taken hostage by her strong willed persona)
Journeying along her scratched trains
my back cries pleasure filled agony,
Her lips sucking my penis eagerly
relishing the sweet yearning of relief.
Her gaze undressing thoughts
once immersed against blackening barricades,
lights became non existence,
days awakened dark red lipstick scorching
my strength away.
Trapped inside psychotic rainbows,
She whispers over powering monologues.
(I maid to worship her mythical ways).
Softening femininity caressing
my delicate body,
clawing away against cognitive reasoning,
I arose excited between twin dimensions
rubbing my crumbling heart to life .
(taken hostage by her strong willed persona)
Journeying along her scratched trains
my back cries pleasure filled agony,
Her lips sucking my penis eagerly
relishing the sweet yearning of relief.
