Poetry competition CLOSED 17th November 2014 5:10pm
WINNER
Tagas
Tagas
Not another love story
- Wild Hearts -
Oh, beautiful divine maiden, though the night be dark…
I am smitten, with thee; and so, of my words now hark!
Looking into the door of thy mind, I have seen so much,
Of a longing as great as my own, and so I do say such…
Words as are whispered, by angels: to those who love.
Do not tell me all thy secrets, for I hath many to keep…
Of my own; so let us think of desire and only of it drink!
Let thy eyes gaze into mine own, and do not once blink,
Until we each take the measure of the other and savor…
The best of what lies within, like the tastiest of flavor!
Thy lips beg to be savored as much as any fairer thing,
So let my tongue worship at its’ altar, blessings to bring.
The coming winter would be warmed by such mad joy,
As we could playfully discover, if we did swift employ…
The hunger within our souls, to the noblest end realized:
Fantasies fulfilled, beyond all imaginings more civilized!
I would sprinkle the petals of flowers at thy very toes…
As I massage thy feet with precious oils, I do suppose.
My hands to move with sweet ministrations on thy skin,
Until thou canst wait no longer for love’s sport to begin!
Our hearts can tell us what secrets they may, in silence.
All that I need to know is in thy lovely face’s brilliance!
Let us walk amongst the Sakura trees as in our dreams,
Stealing hot kisses from one another by placid streams.
My arms encircling thy waist, bringing thee closer still…
Who is seducing whom, and by what pleasing art’s skill?
Let me sweep thee into the darkness, of my embrace!
So long as I may be swept: into thy own darkest grace.
Let my fingers entwine in the tresses of thy lovely hair…
As other softness we know, beyond words to compare.
My hand upon thy thigh, soft and round, so welcoming!
In mine ears I hear thee sigh, as the magic is beckoning.
My breath quickens, and thou art the muse of a new art:
A sensual inspiration, which ensnared me from the start!
I will never judge thee; never condemn thy wildest soul,
For I love the wildness of it as you keep under control.
I would not see thee tamed, but rather I would entice…
The power of thy spirit with a promise: so rare and nice.
Promises of ecstasies the likes of which the elect above,
Cannot hope to match, and so I offer thee my very love!
Let slip that civilized exterior for a time as we give vent,
To the passions life makes us bury; let us grow content…
By sipping of the ambrosia of wet lips slick with longing.
We are so much alike in many ways, and so belonging…
To a breed apart, and make no mistake my darling one:
I am kindred to thy spirit, and thus let our will be done.
Pleasures beyond measure, and dreams like none other,
Which only the lustiest of means, may hope to uncover!
Love is not a game, but it is a pastime rare and comely,
Fit for gods and goddess, but best of all for I, and thee!
Thy beauty hath enchanted me so let my words weave,
A magic, all their own, in which thy spirit might believe!
The night shall enfold us, for it is the time made for this,
Most rare of sports: our sweet surrender unto true bliss.
So in our secret rendezvous, let us love and lust in full…
None need know, but us, the powers of passion’s pull!
Oh, beautiful divine maiden, though the night be dark…
I am smitten, with thee; and so, of my words now hark!
Looking into the door of thy mind, I have seen so much,
Of a longing as great as my own, and so I do say such…
Words as are whispered, by angels: to those who love.
Do not tell me all thy secrets, for I hath many to keep…
Of my own; so let us think of desire and only of it drink!
Let thy eyes gaze into mine own, and do not once blink,
Until we each take the measure of the other and savor…
The best of what lies within, like the tastiest of flavor!
Thy lips beg to be savored as much as any fairer thing,
So let my tongue worship at its’ altar, blessings to bring.
The coming winter would be warmed by such mad joy,
As we could playfully discover, if we did swift employ…
The hunger within our souls, to the noblest end realized:
Fantasies fulfilled, beyond all imaginings more civilized!
I would sprinkle the petals of flowers at thy very toes…
As I massage thy feet with precious oils, I do suppose.
My hands to move with sweet ministrations on thy skin,
Until thou canst wait no longer for love’s sport to begin!
Our hearts can tell us what secrets they may, in silence.
All that I need to know is in thy lovely face’s brilliance!
Let us walk amongst the Sakura trees as in our dreams,
Stealing hot kisses from one another by placid streams.
My arms encircling thy waist, bringing thee closer still…
Who is seducing whom, and by what pleasing art’s skill?
Let me sweep thee into the darkness, of my embrace!
So long as I may be swept: into thy own darkest grace.
Let my fingers entwine in the tresses of thy lovely hair…
As other softness we know, beyond words to compare.
My hand upon thy thigh, soft and round, so welcoming!
In mine ears I hear thee sigh, as the magic is beckoning.
My breath quickens, and thou art the muse of a new art:
A sensual inspiration, which ensnared me from the start!
I will never judge thee; never condemn thy wildest soul,
For I love the wildness of it as you keep under control.
I would not see thee tamed, but rather I would entice…
The power of thy spirit with a promise: so rare and nice.
Promises of ecstasies the likes of which the elect above,
Cannot hope to match, and so I offer thee my very love!
Let slip that civilized exterior for a time as we give vent,
To the passions life makes us bury; let us grow content…
By sipping of the ambrosia of wet lips slick with longing.
We are so much alike in many ways, and so belonging…
To a breed apart, and make no mistake my darling one:
I am kindred to thy spirit, and thus let our will be done.
Pleasures beyond measure, and dreams like none other,
Which only the lustiest of means, may hope to uncover!
Love is not a game, but it is a pastime rare and comely,
Fit for gods and goddess, but best of all for I, and thee!
Thy beauty hath enchanted me so let my words weave,
A magic, all their own, in which thy spirit might believe!
The night shall enfold us, for it is the time made for this,
Most rare of sports: our sweet surrender unto true bliss.
So in our secret rendezvous, let us love and lust in full…
None need know, but us, the powers of passion’s pull!
Coming Closer
Your mind indicates such a wit
Your body gives me joy and pleasure
In conversation we are close knit
Your smooth white skin's a feel to treasure
When we first had sex
Enjoying the encounter;
Our relationship became complex,
Sex mingling with banter
Soon the sex was transformed
Fucking turned to love making
As our feelings for each other warmed
Our deeper friendship breaking
Your mind indicates such a wit
Your body gives me joy and pleasure
In conversation we are close knit
Your smooth white skin's a feel to treasure
When we first had sex
Enjoying the encounter;
Our relationship became complex,
Sex mingling with banter
Soon the sex was transformed
Fucking turned to love making
As our feelings for each other warmed
Our deeper friendship breaking
Palpating the Fragile Calm
unencumbered & transfixed
i abide in the vast chasm
of sequential moments
where i have forgotten
just how cold i've become
until the incidental warmth
of your unintentional touch
seems like a glancing blow
to my carefully constructed ego
shocking me,
once again
into arrhythmic
(e)motion
unencumbered & transfixed
i abide in the vast chasm
of sequential moments
where i have forgotten
just how cold i've become
until the incidental warmth
of your unintentional touch
seems like a glancing blow
to my carefully constructed ego
shocking me,
once again
into arrhythmic
(e)motion
Wish on Eyelashes
Because of you
I wish on eyelashes
I dare to dream.......of you
Thousands of miles away
And your on my mind...
On a different continent and I smile
.....at the thought of you
Imagining your arms around me
Breathing in your scent
Intoxicated by your presence
My eyes closed tight
Because I think its a dream
That if I open them you'll be gone
I'll be far, far away
Looking out the window of my day-dream
And see you waving me good-bye
Slowly fading to the darkness
Your thousands of miles away
I wake up everyday and You come to mind
I want to be with you
So instead of going through life with my eyes closed shut
I wish on eyelashes
For you
Because of you
I wish on eyelashes
I dare to dream.......of you
Thousands of miles away
And your on my mind...
On a different continent and I smile
.....at the thought of you
Imagining your arms around me
Breathing in your scent
Intoxicated by your presence
My eyes closed tight
Because I think its a dream
That if I open them you'll be gone
I'll be far, far away
Looking out the window of my day-dream
And see you waving me good-bye
Slowly fading to the darkness
Your thousands of miles away
I wake up everyday and You come to mind
I want to be with you
So instead of going through life with my eyes closed shut
I wish on eyelashes
For you
Eternally Yours
Like the rain on a new fallen leaf, shining bright in the morning sunlight
I see you through untainted glass
Like the rippling water sounds of the creek in our yard
Your voice lullabys my rapid soul to sleep
Like the sweat of two lovers long after midnight
I am filled with warmth form your touch
Like the softness of the first snowflake
I love the feel of your lips on mine
Like the clouds that cradle a full moon
Your face still holds wonderful mystery to me
Like the wind that carried us to the other
I am eternally yours, I love you
Like the rain on a new fallen leaf, shining bright in the morning sunlight
I see you through untainted glass
Like the rippling water sounds of the creek in our yard
Your voice lullabys my rapid soul to sleep
Like the sweat of two lovers long after midnight
I am filled with warmth form your touch
Like the softness of the first snowflake
I love the feel of your lips on mine
Like the clouds that cradle a full moon
Your face still holds wonderful mystery to me
Like the wind that carried us to the other
I am eternally yours, I love you
- Gift of Beauty -
When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!
But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!
In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.
When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!
But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!
In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.
ALL FUCKED UP.
you look like a whore but smell like heaven,
you fucking devil,
I'm sure you'll kill me with a word,
well go ahead everything is already so absurd,
you are a disease that has no cure,
I feel so weird with a heart so pure,
I don't want to fuck you I just wanna look,
I said the truth and now you leave me hanging to this hook,
what in god's name is this madness,
this world is full of fat asses,
love was never my area of expertise,
bring your ass back to me please,
it's like a fire that eternally burns,
walking on a road with no turns,
infinite pain this is,
yet I ask what the fuck love exactly is,
oh wise man,do tell me what to do,
I have no one left but a hypothetical creature like you,
I wish if this heart would never fuck with my brain,
now it's official I'm insane,
Imagine the beauty that led this destruction,
so beautiful that my brain would stop to function,
you are better then porn that's for sure,
fuck me for writing a poem so obscure.
you look like a whore but smell like heaven,
you fucking devil,
I'm sure you'll kill me with a word,
well go ahead everything is already so absurd,
you are a disease that has no cure,
I feel so weird with a heart so pure,
I don't want to fuck you I just wanna look,
I said the truth and now you leave me hanging to this hook,
what in god's name is this madness,
this world is full of fat asses,
love was never my area of expertise,
bring your ass back to me please,
it's like a fire that eternally burns,
walking on a road with no turns,
infinite pain this is,
yet I ask what the fuck love exactly is,
oh wise man,do tell me what to do,
I have no one left but a hypothetical creature like you,
I wish if this heart would never fuck with my brain,
now it's official I'm insane,
Imagine the beauty that led this destruction,
so beautiful that my brain would stop to function,
you are better then porn that's for sure,
fuck me for writing a poem so obscure.
So fair and so gay she breaks the sun that breaks for day
lips of lustre so full of pleasure
As to make one devoid of all reason
Tis madness to remain sane
Words softly spoken, as to weave a silken spiders web
Entice me ever longer
She courts the weakness in my restraint
Till now I, devoid of all self must remain
My hope flitters bye upon her passing gestures
And I must question is her love but a game?
If so...
I shall play and
Play
And play
Again...
lips of lustre so full of pleasure
As to make one devoid of all reason
Tis madness to remain sane
Words softly spoken, as to weave a silken spiders web
Entice me ever longer
She courts the weakness in my restraint
Till now I, devoid of all self must remain
My hope flitters bye upon her passing gestures
And I must question is her love but a game?
If so...
I shall play and
Play
And play
Again...
Hush
you awaited
prepared
for that sucker
punch
to rattle your
bones
into ashes and
smoke
elements you
put out
soaked in muddy
shores
another heart on
standby
while you flame the
kindle
buckle up and
hush
re-gifting life with
patches
walk the walk
not
talk the talk
crumple your
dreams
in a bucket list
scatter
the shreds in briny
tears
let it soak your
lonely grave
amongst
unknown peers
you awaited
prepared
for that sucker
punch
to rattle your
bones
into ashes and
smoke
elements you
put out
soaked in muddy
shores
another heart on
standby
while you flame the
kindle
buckle up and
hush
re-gifting life with
patches
walk the walk
not
talk the talk
crumple your
dreams
in a bucket list
scatter
the shreds in briny
tears
let it soak your
lonely grave
amongst
unknown peers
- Holy Goddess of Divine Love -
A Meditation on Love and Reincarnation
Ah, to be slain as one with so mortal a wound, how moving!
To be pierced by the sharp arrows, which Eros doth let fly...
If pain be, at times, a pleasure most strange and most rare,
Then surely must this sensation be, of all others, the proving!
To what may I, the intensity and force of my rapture, compare?
For it feels as a fire everlasting, an inferno that canst never die...
Wouldst I ever wish to douse so Divine and pure a sacred flame?
Nay: for to do so wouldst be to embrace the foolishness of shame.
I am above shame, when in the arms of love and lustful pleasure,
Aye, and often do I contemplate the heaven of a fair maiden's embrace!
It is then, that I do discover the true worth of such splendid treasure,
For, the bliss of Paradise is oft beheld within a perfect woman's face.
I seek shade from my cares, beneath the branches and the leaves,
I am satisfied of thirst in the waters of her clear rivers and streams.
Her voice doth resound, as doth the music of every gentle breeze,
She is the succubus that doth haunt the substance of my dreams.
She is the soul of all knowledge found in this, my Eden's, trees,
The spirit and the essence of countless forbidden delights...
Yet, this goddess doth play the slave of love, upon her very knees,
And I, her divinity, do slake my thirst in her for countless nights!
So very hot, these nights, these glimpses of a heaven without end,
So hot, that I burn in the ecstasy of such otherworldly sport!
May the marks of our passions never vanish, never wholly mend,
For they art the signs of our love, and so art of a different sort!
What scars wouldst I not keep, that were of ye to give, sweet thing,
For, the flesh is naught save the playground of the inner soul...
If thou wilt play the queen, then I must be thy sovereign king,
Accepting the birthmarks of our reign as the sweet price and toll.
We art of one flesh, one body, though we were born as two apart,
Perhaps that is why we rend and bite it so, in our frenzied hours...
To punish whatever cruel gods that once split in twain that heart,
And reunite it once more, with our combined passion's powers!
The climax of our revels doth send my essence beyond the sky...
Where I am supreme with thee; at one with everything, I do sigh.
As angels can mount to Heaven, on love's golden wings canst I!
Ask me not to tell thee of it, for I know not words to give it why...
Why the power of this love, that gives me such wings of Blessed Light,
Nor why such a power doth stir my heart, with its’ glorious might.
Am I, thusly, a puzzle? Ah, so too is my Lady Love! For, we art one.
I am honored that thou wouldst compare us, and flatteringly so...
We art as mysterious as the stars that always shine, high above; we art one.
In all our impurities, we shine more pure than doth falling snow!
Wanton am I, and she, my divine harlot, canst be more wanton still...
We drink from passion's cup, yet demand far more to hath our fill,
We glut ourselves upon desire, and never even a drop doth we spill;
Once we know the mountains, we thence doth seek to know every hill...
In every pleasant valley, we raise to new heights, every thrill!
Let the arrows from Love's bow come; aye, and let them wound me,
I give myself unto the pleasures of that warmly pleasant pain...
The tears that come art of a joy that canst only cometh in victory,
They fall in sweetness, like unto a softly passing spring rain...
I am conquered, yet never was one brought so low, so happily!
In such depths, I sink not; look how I do rise, as doth one anew,
Reborn in love, immortally made, fresh as is the morning’s dew.
I have tasted of the Holy Grail in Her sweet, soft, lips; blessed am I,
I have found the warm blood of salvation in this moist kiss...
I have found the body of my Savior in her perfect hips; blessed is she,
I have found her form to be the very image that is of Sacred Bliss!
She is my goddess, my very life: the ultimate lover, ending of strife.
Will I know her when this life deems we art to meet and love again,
And in that moment, I shall know an ending to my fears and my pain?
Dearest mate of my fiery soul,
When it is, thee, I hope I know.
A Meditation on Love and Reincarnation
Ah, to be slain as one with so mortal a wound, how moving!
To be pierced by the sharp arrows, which Eros doth let fly...
If pain be, at times, a pleasure most strange and most rare,
Then surely must this sensation be, of all others, the proving!
To what may I, the intensity and force of my rapture, compare?
For it feels as a fire everlasting, an inferno that canst never die...
Wouldst I ever wish to douse so Divine and pure a sacred flame?
Nay: for to do so wouldst be to embrace the foolishness of shame.
I am above shame, when in the arms of love and lustful pleasure,
Aye, and often do I contemplate the heaven of a fair maiden's embrace!
It is then, that I do discover the true worth of such splendid treasure,
For, the bliss of Paradise is oft beheld within a perfect woman's face.
I seek shade from my cares, beneath the branches and the leaves,
I am satisfied of thirst in the waters of her clear rivers and streams.
Her voice doth resound, as doth the music of every gentle breeze,
She is the succubus that doth haunt the substance of my dreams.
She is the soul of all knowledge found in this, my Eden's, trees,
The spirit and the essence of countless forbidden delights...
Yet, this goddess doth play the slave of love, upon her very knees,
And I, her divinity, do slake my thirst in her for countless nights!
So very hot, these nights, these glimpses of a heaven without end,
So hot, that I burn in the ecstasy of such otherworldly sport!
May the marks of our passions never vanish, never wholly mend,
For they art the signs of our love, and so art of a different sort!
What scars wouldst I not keep, that were of ye to give, sweet thing,
For, the flesh is naught save the playground of the inner soul...
If thou wilt play the queen, then I must be thy sovereign king,
Accepting the birthmarks of our reign as the sweet price and toll.
We art of one flesh, one body, though we were born as two apart,
Perhaps that is why we rend and bite it so, in our frenzied hours...
To punish whatever cruel gods that once split in twain that heart,
And reunite it once more, with our combined passion's powers!
The climax of our revels doth send my essence beyond the sky...
Where I am supreme with thee; at one with everything, I do sigh.
As angels can mount to Heaven, on love's golden wings canst I!
Ask me not to tell thee of it, for I know not words to give it why...
Why the power of this love, that gives me such wings of Blessed Light,
Nor why such a power doth stir my heart, with its’ glorious might.
Am I, thusly, a puzzle? Ah, so too is my Lady Love! For, we art one.
I am honored that thou wouldst compare us, and flatteringly so...
We art as mysterious as the stars that always shine, high above; we art one.
In all our impurities, we shine more pure than doth falling snow!
Wanton am I, and she, my divine harlot, canst be more wanton still...
We drink from passion's cup, yet demand far more to hath our fill,
We glut ourselves upon desire, and never even a drop doth we spill;
Once we know the mountains, we thence doth seek to know every hill...
In every pleasant valley, we raise to new heights, every thrill!
Let the arrows from Love's bow come; aye, and let them wound me,
I give myself unto the pleasures of that warmly pleasant pain...
The tears that come art of a joy that canst only cometh in victory,
They fall in sweetness, like unto a softly passing spring rain...
I am conquered, yet never was one brought so low, so happily!
In such depths, I sink not; look how I do rise, as doth one anew,
Reborn in love, immortally made, fresh as is the morning’s dew.
I have tasted of the Holy Grail in Her sweet, soft, lips; blessed am I,
I have found the warm blood of salvation in this moist kiss...
I have found the body of my Savior in her perfect hips; blessed is she,
I have found her form to be the very image that is of Sacred Bliss!
She is my goddess, my very life: the ultimate lover, ending of strife.
Will I know her when this life deems we art to meet and love again,
And in that moment, I shall know an ending to my fears and my pain?
Dearest mate of my fiery soul,
When it is, thee, I hope I know.
Anonymous
Trigger
Hold me closer, hold me tight,
Squeeze me Madman, grip me right.
Hold the metal, steady your aim,
Embrace the coldness of its frame.
Whip me around,with your left arm
Protect me from all evil and harm.
Like a wolf, stalking, waiting...
Shallow breaths, my strong Grey.
keep your diazepam where you lay.
Slow, your heart, but let, it beat.
For I, will wait for you my sweet.
Keeps safe my "Madman with a gun",
Ill be waiting, for when you come
Anonymous
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