Poetry competition CLOSED 28th May 2015 4:53pm
WINNER
DancingAlone (Calum Oliver)
DancingAlone (Calum Oliver)
RUNNERS-UP:
summultima
and BlueBeastGirl
Your Kiss
When her hands trail my body.
When her lips leave bruises.
And her nails leave blood.
That's my favorite kind of kiss.
Intense and passionate.
Letting go of hate and anger.
Groping for pain.
When her teeth mold my skin.
When her fingers tangle in my hair.
I fall in love with the moment.
Heavy breathing, soft moans.
Hidden in our secrets.
My favorite type of love.
My body touching hers.
Her lips touching mine.
And a fire Burns.
Soft lips, rough kisses.
In a world all our own.
A moment suspended in time.
A perfect moment, perfect kiss.
Limbs entwined, hair tangled.
A balance of pain and pleasure.
And the moment lasts forever.
When her lips leave bruises.
And her nails leave blood.
That's my favorite kind of kiss.
Intense and passionate.
Letting go of hate and anger.
Groping for pain.
When her teeth mold my skin.
When her fingers tangle in my hair.
I fall in love with the moment.
Heavy breathing, soft moans.
Hidden in our secrets.
My favorite type of love.
My body touching hers.
Her lips touching mine.
And a fire Burns.
Soft lips, rough kisses.
In a world all our own.
A moment suspended in time.
A perfect moment, perfect kiss.
Limbs entwined, hair tangled.
A balance of pain and pleasure.
And the moment lasts forever.
Anonymous
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I Miss Your Kiss
Was it imagining those delicious words you typed escaping your lips?
The concern you voiced coming from your mouth?
Picturing the way you'd greet me when we finally met?
The many months I waited before I could kiss your lips?
Feeling your lips on my cheek, your arms around me at the top of the steps?
Watching you speak, listening to your voice, the interaction of sound and lips?
The way your mouth, your lips smiled?
How that smile reflected in your eyes?
Are all these what led me to love your kiss?
You sitting close, the turn of my head, the meeting our lips
The urgency, the exploring, this moment frozen in time
The exploding of my universe when our tongues met
The desire I still have to hold your face in the palm of my hands
So I can kiss your wondrous lips and
have our tongues exploring the delight we once felt
All this is what I think of, when I think of your kiss
Was it imagining those delicious words you typed escaping your lips?
The concern you voiced coming from your mouth?
Picturing the way you'd greet me when we finally met?
The many months I waited before I could kiss your lips?
Feeling your lips on my cheek, your arms around me at the top of the steps?
Watching you speak, listening to your voice, the interaction of sound and lips?
The way your mouth, your lips smiled?
How that smile reflected in your eyes?
Are all these what led me to love your kiss?
You sitting close, the turn of my head, the meeting our lips
The urgency, the exploring, this moment frozen in time
The exploding of my universe when our tongues met
The desire I still have to hold your face in the palm of my hands
So I can kiss your wondrous lips and
have our tongues exploring the delight we once felt
All this is what I think of, when I think of your kiss
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/mezvb_zpsyesfivij.png
A QUICK HAIKU
Prisoner of love
Locked away with a kiss
Please throw away the key
A QUICK HAIKU
Prisoner of love
Locked away with a kiss
Please throw away the key
Hurts Like Hot Sauce
a punch in the face with spiked brass knuckles
a knock out smooch like a boot to the head
left unconscious and unresponsive
counting crows that kick sheep in my sleep
on clouds that slowly seep
into my blood that won't budge because head butts
hurt like hot sauce
your lips should be lethal
one kiss, there will be no sequel
to this franchise, fire flies
a punch in the face with spiked brass knuckles
a knock out smooch like a boot to the head
left unconscious and unresponsive
counting crows that kick sheep in my sleep
on clouds that slowly seep
into my blood that won't budge because head butts
hurt like hot sauce
your lips should be lethal
one kiss, there will be no sequel
to this franchise, fire flies
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/BB1ab2_zpstvtkxqwg.png
Something's on your lips
Don’t as much as sneeze or twitch
It’s a bumblebee, don’t flinch
Or he’ll sting and kiss
Something's on your lips
Don’t as much as sneeze or twitch
It’s a bumblebee, don’t flinch
Or he’ll sting and kiss
Forgive my multiple submissions they're not to be taken
seriously, but I have a kissing fetish and I need serious help.
SOME HAIKU KISSUs
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/sourpuss3_zpswouwzitl.png
Down and depressed?
How about I kiss your lips?
Pucker-up sourpuss
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/sourpuss4_zpskqc3uuiq.png
Love don’t rhythm or rhyme?
You’ve got a the Haiku blues
One kiss and you’ll groove[/size]
seriously, but I have a kissing fetish and I need serious help.
SOME HAIKU KISSUs
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/sourpuss3_zpswouwzitl.png
Down and depressed?
How about I kiss your lips?
Pucker-up sourpuss
http://i1317.photobucket.com/albums/t623/curlycue23/sourpuss4_zpskqc3uuiq.png
Love don’t rhythm or rhyme?
You’ve got a the Haiku blues
One kiss and you’ll groove[/size]
Anonymous
When was the last time we kissed on the corner of a street?
When was the last time we kissed on the corner of a street
when it mattered the most? You say
why is it that when we age
that drift of sensual exhibition seems to drift from us,
an exhibition that knows no boundaries except
to exploit what we once innocently felt,
like an impulse waiting to explode,
then implodes from the inside out.
that used to be us. . .young, wicked, dangerous, un-wise,
un-visceral, un-universal, genuine angst at its unpolluted
but somehow we have become polluted with the
do’s and don’ts, the acceptable and unacceptable,
the conventional and unconventional of age
so why should we live by those fucking rules? You grab
my hand and pull me close to you, and far from them,
in my mind you are still sixteen, and your kiss still tastes
of Marlboro mint faintly washed by a bottle of domestic beer
just like the night I snuck out of my parents’ house
to make-out with you beneath a lighted pole on the corner of a street.
When was the last time we kissed on the corner of a street
when it mattered the most? You say
why is it that when we age
that drift of sensual exhibition seems to drift from us,
an exhibition that knows no boundaries except
to exploit what we once innocently felt,
like an impulse waiting to explode,
then implodes from the inside out.
that used to be us. . .young, wicked, dangerous, un-wise,
un-visceral, un-universal, genuine angst at its unpolluted
but somehow we have become polluted with the
do’s and don’ts, the acceptable and unacceptable,
the conventional and unconventional of age
so why should we live by those fucking rules? You grab
my hand and pull me close to you, and far from them,
in my mind you are still sixteen, and your kiss still tastes
of Marlboro mint faintly washed by a bottle of domestic beer
just like the night I snuck out of my parents’ house
to make-out with you beneath a lighted pole on the corner of a street.
Closer
You but speak my name
My knees begin to tremble
Startling in the ferocity
Tell me of the desires
Burning in your beautiful eyes
As you step closer
Closer
You gaze into my eyes
Love and blazing need
Written in the flames of yours
Questions asked and answered
In the briefest of moments
When you move closer
Closer
You brush an errant tendril
Of hair from my cheek
Tuck it slowly behind my ear
Heat rising in my face
You cup my jaw tenderly
To bring me closer
Closer
I slide my hungry arms
Around your sexy waist
Touch and caress your back
Feel your muscles quiver
I grasp your shoulders tightly
To bring you closer
Closer
You brush your lips
Across my waiting mouth
Merely a whisper of contact
A tease of what's in store
With bated breath, waiting
We're coming closer
Closer
Your tongue darts out
To dab my shivering lips
Tracing the moist contours
Make me squirm for you
Rushing quickly closer
Closer
The world ceases to spin
When your lips capture mine
Everything narrows to you and I
Melting into your embrace
Heaven's gleaming threshold
To which we fly closer
Closer
You but speak my name
My knees begin to tremble
Startling in the ferocity
Tell me of the desires
Burning in your beautiful eyes
As you step closer
Closer
You gaze into my eyes
Love and blazing need
Written in the flames of yours
Questions asked and answered
In the briefest of moments
When you move closer
Closer
You brush an errant tendril
Of hair from my cheek
Tuck it slowly behind my ear
Heat rising in my face
You cup my jaw tenderly
To bring me closer
Closer
I slide my hungry arms
Around your sexy waist
Touch and caress your back
Feel your muscles quiver
I grasp your shoulders tightly
To bring you closer
Closer
You brush your lips
Across my waiting mouth
Merely a whisper of contact
A tease of what's in store
With bated breath, waiting
We're coming closer
Closer
Your tongue darts out
To dab my shivering lips
Tracing the moist contours
Make me squirm for you
Rushing quickly closer
Closer
The world ceases to spin
When your lips capture mine
Everything narrows to you and I
Melting into your embrace
Heaven's gleaming threshold
To which we fly closer
Closer
Tq Miasmic_Asylum for the nod, enjoyed tis write like a detailing spreadsheet of that elusive moment;)
Congratz Dancing Alone & BlueBeastGirl n all poets here.
A well run comp that kept me coming back agn n agn, n further will do so..such burning passion n fire n more in the pages.
Congratz Dancing Alone & BlueBeastGirl n all poets here.
A well run comp that kept me coming back agn n agn, n further will do so..such burning passion n fire n more in the pages.
