Poetry competition CLOSED 30th October 2014 1:57pm
WINNER
blue_angel
blue_angel
RUNNER-UP:
sxmplyradxcal
French, language of love
As the French refer to the ultimate orgasm;
'la petite mort' {the little death}...
A sable sentiment -
...and so we strive and scry,
divinely through our fractal orbs, {vos yeux}
eliciting, evoking, ensnaring the brightest of minds.
***
he extols her fragility -
her eyes are chef-d'oeuvre
masterpieces, a jade bouquet of desire
flaring wild their spectral eloquence.
spherical tears of black moon pearls
loll from her ears,
wounding his will to emerge from her gallows
he is a prisoner, a casualty
to her sunset temple
her honey-laced nectar, he craves to savor
immersing deeper
he delivers fire laden pulses
melting her silken walls, disabling her defenses.
at last, their shadows sway in umber unity
rousing eruptions, orgasmic sensations.
he carries her across the threshold of erotic elation.
a clove cigarette now smolders betwixt her lips,
and the night dines on immoral decadence.
for the succulent, little death their whispers lift on the sable sentiment. merci, chérie
~
A Sable Sentiment, previously penned by blue angel ... Great competition, Malin
'la petite mort' {the little death}...
A sable sentiment -
...and so we strive and scry,
divinely through our fractal orbs, {vos yeux}
eliciting, evoking, ensnaring the brightest of minds.
***
he extols her fragility -
her eyes are chef-d'oeuvre
masterpieces, a jade bouquet of desire
flaring wild their spectral eloquence.
spherical tears of black moon pearls
loll from her ears,
wounding his will to emerge from her gallows
he is a prisoner, a casualty
to her sunset temple
her honey-laced nectar, he craves to savor
immersing deeper
he delivers fire laden pulses
melting her silken walls, disabling her defenses.
at last, their shadows sway in umber unity
rousing eruptions, orgasmic sensations.
he carries her across the threshold of erotic elation.
a clove cigarette now smolders betwixt her lips,
and the night dines on immoral decadence.
for the succulent, little death their whispers lift on the sable sentiment. merci, chérie
~
A Sable Sentiment, previously penned by blue angel ... Great competition, Malin
Vous et moi sommes comme une fontaine de chocolat
Nos coeurs sont comme les fraises
Sans amour et les soins de la fontaine de chocolat sera s'encrasser
Vous et moi sommes comme le jour et la nuit
Vous êtes mon rayon de soleil et je suis Youre clair de lune
Vous et moi sommes comme une rose et des épines ils sont faits pour être ensemble
Nous Ment être
Avec nos mots d'amour , nous pouvons passer à travers tout
Je t'aime Boo
Nos coeurs sont comme les fraises
Sans amour et les soins de la fontaine de chocolat sera s'encrasser
Vous et moi sommes comme le jour et la nuit
Vous êtes mon rayon de soleil et je suis Youre clair de lune
Vous et moi sommes comme une rose et des épines ils sont faits pour être ensemble
Nous Ment être
Avec nos mots d'amour , nous pouvons passer à travers tout
Je t'aime Boo
Francais turns dirt a' l'amour
It sucks to hear about drought when le nua ge still exist. Sometimes all I have is salty water like the rains have come to a cease. i l fait mal mon cœur whenever the shes' plays dumb to what l'action and words parle.
Francais is an emotional language tout le monde understands, but the shes' breaks the bridge. It's salete' to me when all the shes' sees in ma face is facinations. When the shes' get through me, but calls me off with perceptions. So also this girl is like the stars I see on my screen, though she is at my rear. Telling her is dirt; like messaging bleaching creams, c'est ma pour. Elle sait comment this dirt makes me look me'chant Je l'appelle, she freaks me. Je demande à la voir- she claims sick.
I need an interpre'ter to translate my dirt.
J e veux entendre her love parle. How else can she rendre my dirt with her amour if est son faible? I leave every salete' on me like the hereos maurir and leave their arme. It's very obvious la francais is clear to even her cadavre.
If she keeps me like some fictions I'll still sketch the illusions. Je me suis dit, that's the salete' symbol, make her come for french session. Probably it wont be a spill over. l'amour ne manque jamais, even if it does I'll for ever profiter de ma carry overs.
It sucks to hear about drought when le nua ge still exist. Sometimes all I have is salty water like the rains have come to a cease. i l fait mal mon cœur whenever the shes' plays dumb to what l'action and words parle.
Francais is an emotional language tout le monde understands, but the shes' breaks the bridge. It's salete' to me when all the shes' sees in ma face is facinations. When the shes' get through me, but calls me off with perceptions. So also this girl is like the stars I see on my screen, though she is at my rear. Telling her is dirt; like messaging bleaching creams, c'est ma pour. Elle sait comment this dirt makes me look me'chant Je l'appelle, she freaks me. Je demande à la voir- she claims sick.
I need an interpre'ter to translate my dirt.
J e veux entendre her love parle. How else can she rendre my dirt with her amour if est son faible? I leave every salete' on me like the hereos maurir and leave their arme. It's very obvious la francais is clear to even her cadavre.
If she keeps me like some fictions I'll still sketch the illusions. Je me suis dit, that's the salete' symbol, make her come for french session. Probably it wont be a spill over. l'amour ne manque jamais, even if it does I'll for ever profiter de ma carry overs.
The Patience of Amour
Her amour croaks in breads till her throat wears out
Agony writhing her cœur like knitted yarn
Her elations sank in the mud of mockery
She's like adamant, 'I ain't growing weary'
Sick, imbecile looks, her new self is pathetic
Intoxicated with quatre vingt dix neuf pour cent volume of depression
Vinaigre- her bath top.
weed- her daily repas
What tha fish! ne pouvez pas vous déplacer sur?
She's like, an inch away is six feet below the
grounds
Suicide is the only option besides the wait
Archimedes never got suspension right
'I will prove that principle wrong' était son cri
He got it all wrong, 'I will definetly sink in my
amour'
She's got her amour cut cold, she's frozen in the
polar
Nonetheless, fragment of her amour never fell of
her heart.
I suppose she's insane or fou
Their couldn't have been any expression of
madness as this
Was he the only potent male head?
Pharoah finally gave in, likewise the field
marshals
She held on,
magnetic to her châteaux construits dans l'air
Il abandonna, he fell prey to her prayers
Burried in his arrogance, resurrected in shame
Merci to true love, le passé est passé and
forgotten.
Her patience bien fait....
Her amour croaks in breads till her throat wears out
Agony writhing her cœur like knitted yarn
Her elations sank in the mud of mockery
She's like adamant, 'I ain't growing weary'
Sick, imbecile looks, her new self is pathetic
Intoxicated with quatre vingt dix neuf pour cent volume of depression
Vinaigre- her bath top.
weed- her daily repas
What tha fish! ne pouvez pas vous déplacer sur?
She's like, an inch away is six feet below the
grounds
Suicide is the only option besides the wait
Archimedes never got suspension right
'I will prove that principle wrong' était son cri
He got it all wrong, 'I will definetly sink in my
amour'
She's got her amour cut cold, she's frozen in the
polar
Nonetheless, fragment of her amour never fell of
her heart.
I suppose she's insane or fou
Their couldn't have been any expression of
madness as this
Was he the only potent male head?
Pharoah finally gave in, likewise the field
marshals
She held on,
magnetic to her châteaux construits dans l'air
Il abandonna, he fell prey to her prayers
Burried in his arrogance, resurrected in shame
Merci to true love, le passé est passé and
forgotten.
Her patience bien fait....
Une lecture attentive permet chacun
de découvrir, au sein de l’importante,
de nombreux idées érotiques: quelqu’un
commence activités charnelles, contente
avec les gestes de l'acte et tous les règles
du jeu, qui dictent leur représentation,
et rendent puissance à ceux qui sont si faible;
Faut dire que tout ça modèle la relation
entre un maitre et une soumise, oui, bien sûr:
Elle ne bouge pas avant d'entendre sa voix,
Puisque ses mots fussent l’exacte centre d'amour,
Donnant le contexte d’leur érotisme; ça
c'est la façon préférés des amants
Qui écoutent ces lectures attentivement.
bon, et mal
il est rose
et rouge.
il est passion
il est grand.
il est parfaitement belle.
mais
il est bleu
et violet.
il est parasiter
il est triste.
il est parfaitement morte.
c'est l'amour.
(je m'excuse, je parle le langue du français, mais, il est ne bon pas.)
il est rose
et rouge.
il est passion
il est grand.
il est parfaitement belle.
mais
il est bleu
et violet.
il est parasiter
il est triste.
il est parfaitement morte.
c'est l'amour.
(je m'excuse, je parle le langue du français, mais, il est ne bon pas.)
Anonymous
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Thank you so much for all competitors, I know that writing in French is a true challenge for some of you. I have loved especially when french words are included in an english text. I have been helped by Vee, thank you for her advised help!
Then congratulation for the winner, blue_angel with her beautiful "Sable sentiments" poem, for the runners-up sxmplyradxcal and her poem "C'est la vie", and finally Switchblade with his "Je serai poète et toi poésie" using the quote by Maurice Scève, a poet from the city where I live!
And thank you so much for all other competitors, with nice entries!
Then congratulation for the winner, blue_angel with her beautiful "Sable sentiments" poem, for the runners-up sxmplyradxcal and her poem "C'est la vie", and finally Switchblade with his "Je serai poète et toi poésie" using the quote by Maurice Scève, a poet from the city where I live!
And thank you so much for all other competitors, with nice entries!
I'm honored to be chosen the winner!!! Thank you, malin for hosting this comp, and Vee for the help! I enjoy the sexy flavor of the beautiful French language, and Congratulations to sxmplyradxcal, and Switchblade too! All the poems were terrific. Bows to you all, Sincerely - blue angel
