Poetry competition CLOSED 11th April 2016 3:47pm
WINNER
goldenmyst
goldenmyst
RUNNERS-UP:
LobodeSanPedro
and Jade-Pandora
In the opposite sex...
Dreams And TeaCups
I thought you would refuse. I hadn't meant to do anything. But you woke up, smiling. Offered me a place beside you. It was soft, like inside you. I've watched you many times, hovering. It makes me feel so alive, feeling of my blood rushing. Myself, like underwater hearing all. I keep the release in deep. After you turn, say not to worry. The poison worked. So I kick him off, he thumps down. Soon forgotten we begin again.
I thought you would refuse. I hadn't meant to do anything. But you woke up, smiling. Offered me a place beside you. It was soft, like inside you. I've watched you many times, hovering. It makes me feel so alive, feeling of my blood rushing. Myself, like underwater hearing all. I keep the release in deep. After you turn, say not to worry. The poison worked. So I kick him off, he thumps down. Soon forgotten we begin again.
BLESSINGS
The moon, not yet risen, when I
turn on my side to watch her sleep,
stretched pale & naked as I speak:
Sweet girl of innocent face and
delicate ears I love to trace,
painting smiles with my finger,
let the world know who you are,
who doesn’t know the grace of you,
to strive and please, to make me laugh.
Passion gleams from carab eyes,
and lashes like moth wings that
shade me in a darkened birch bow.
Luscious brows knit easily,
your face bursts when you smile; your eyes
crinkle into smiles of their own.
I’m drawn to your playfulness when
it's upon me suddenly, who's
inner child shares her toys with mine.
How beautiful you are; how it
came to be I find myself here
with you; the bless'ed tenderness!
Her breathing changes as she stirs,
reaching, half asleep, for me as
my sex rises, while moon blurs.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
The moon, not yet risen, when I
turn on my side to watch her sleep,
stretched pale & naked as I speak:
Sweet girl of innocent face and
delicate ears I love to trace,
painting smiles with my finger,
let the world know who you are,
who doesn’t know the grace of you,
to strive and please, to make me laugh.
Passion gleams from carab eyes,
and lashes like moth wings that
shade me in a darkened birch bow.
Luscious brows knit easily,
your face bursts when you smile; your eyes
crinkle into smiles of their own.
I’m drawn to your playfulness when
it's upon me suddenly, who's
inner child shares her toys with mine.
How beautiful you are; how it
came to be I find myself here
with you; the bless'ed tenderness!
Her breathing changes as she stirs,
reaching, half asleep, for me as
my sex rises, while moon blurs.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
FLAME
Our raging love came with a price,
with a thorn bush and the blood it drew.
I knew her heart would leave scars on
older scars from past battles of dark
upon my skin, revealing where,
comes the morn, just as she knew
the natural strength of me would burn her
from within, unyielding to her cries,
even then, we gave each other pain;
I'm drawn to her as moth is to the flame.
Through still, black nights on wings of silk
she came, e'er forward in her flight
to love, and my flame; the beat of
her heart, singed, each time, by its light.
To force her on me, quickly giving,
without pause, to take me deeply
to tear her silken wings apart
and make her do all that I need
not caring what the other feels
until release drowns, fast, the rage.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
Our raging love came with a price,
with a thorn bush and the blood it drew.
I knew her heart would leave scars on
older scars from past battles of dark
upon my skin, revealing where,
comes the morn, just as she knew
the natural strength of me would burn her
from within, unyielding to her cries,
even then, we gave each other pain;
I'm drawn to her as moth is to the flame.
Through still, black nights on wings of silk
she came, e'er forward in her flight
to love, and my flame; the beat of
her heart, singed, each time, by its light.
To force her on me, quickly giving,
without pause, to take me deeply
to tear her silken wings apart
and make her do all that I need
not caring what the other feels
until release drowns, fast, the rage.
Copyright ©2016 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.
NOT AN ENTRY
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Supple flesh caressed by morning light
Silky skin moist with amorous fever
Supine curves swathed in linen
Tender eyes speak endless mystery
Dark lashed gems sparkle with seductive power
I recline watching with hungry eyes
Never having known the fusion
Of union with another woman
In feminine bonding of souls
Beguiled into a leap of love
I feel the pulse of desire once reserved for men
Shedding my clothes and inhibitions
Friendship turns softly into romance
As I fall into the sea of linen
Melting into her welcoming arms
Feeling the heat of sisterly passion
Penetrating my vulnerable recesses
Our steaming bodies entwined like vines
Friction building into paroxysms of delight
Eruption of my pure feminine essence
Staining my sister's taut thigh
Her hands smaller than the rain
Caressing my luscious buns
My mystic gate revealed in glorious divinity
As I descend upon her waiting lips
My pink gateway to paradise
Surrendered in gentle submission
My hips descending like a celestial body
Upon her beatific face
Her lips wrapped like petals
Around my roseate blossom
Swollen with delight
Her gentle coaxing
Opening my soul
As tongues of flame
Touch my core
With Pentecostal bliss
Marriage born of fire
In a moment of truth
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
Supple flesh caressed by morning light
Silky skin moist with amorous fever
Supine curves swathed in linen
Tender eyes speak endless mystery
Dark lashed gems sparkle with seductive power
I recline watching with hungry eyes
Never having known the fusion
Of union with another woman
In feminine bonding of souls
Beguiled into a leap of love
I feel the pulse of desire once reserved for men
Shedding my clothes and inhibitions
Friendship turns softly into romance
As I fall into the sea of linen
Melting into her welcoming arms
Feeling the heat of sisterly passion
Penetrating my vulnerable recesses
Our steaming bodies entwined like vines
Friction building into paroxysms of delight
Eruption of my pure feminine essence
Staining my sister's taut thigh
Her hands smaller than the rain
Caressing my luscious buns
My mystic gate revealed in glorious divinity
As I descend upon her waiting lips
My pink gateway to paradise
Surrendered in gentle submission
My hips descending like a celestial body
Upon her beatific face
Her lips wrapped like petals
Around my roseate blossom
Swollen with delight
Her gentle coaxing
Opening my soul
As tongues of flame
Touch my core
With Pentecostal bliss
Marriage born of fire
In a moment of truth
Trix!!!
Lmao...
So i surmise...
Giggling hard still....lol
That someone has been a hell bitch
Riding the cotton pony...
And he takes off from the fight...
And. Then...make up sex...
Lol..thank God you are hung like a horse...
Oh my gawd i loved that....
This is a friggin gem..
And quite creative...thanks..
Awesome...lol
Lmao...
So i surmise...
Giggling hard still....lol
That someone has been a hell bitch
Riding the cotton pony...
And he takes off from the fight...
And. Then...make up sex...
Lol..thank God you are hung like a horse...
Oh my gawd i loved that....
This is a friggin gem..
And quite creative...thanks..
Awesome...lol
Wow..Jade...
This one is tough...
Its a wonderful piece...
I mean tough by the circumstance
And repercussions of your (his)
Actions
And lasting effects on this delicate thing.
It reads at the end to me that he takes her...force...rage...
I squirmed i have to admit...
Yes...it was difficult for me.
But it was very well written...
There was no direct reference that you are man like genitalia or pronouns...
Except you wrote with a mans head..
So it read to me like a man...
That takes skill.
Really great work darlin...a wonderful piece...intense...
I find it darker than it is erotic...
But that is not a criticism...
Very fine darlin...
Thanks so much!
This one is tough...
Its a wonderful piece...
I mean tough by the circumstance
And repercussions of your (his)
Actions
And lasting effects on this delicate thing.
It reads at the end to me that he takes her...force...rage...
I squirmed i have to admit...
Yes...it was difficult for me.
But it was very well written...
There was no direct reference that you are man like genitalia or pronouns...
Except you wrote with a mans head..
So it read to me like a man...
That takes skill.
Really great work darlin...a wonderful piece...intense...
I find it darker than it is erotic...
But that is not a criticism...
Very fine darlin...
Thanks so much!
Filantrix...
I love these words...
Beautiful...
But i really have no indication what sex you are...
Are you a man or woman...here?
I think it is a fantastic piece...just would like the theme of writing in the other sex clearer...
A woman or man could have written it.
None of that takes away from its beauty...
I would also like to see it written in poetic form..i really think it would add to it..
Thank you! Very nice...
I love these words...
Beautiful...
But i really have no indication what sex you are...
Are you a man or woman...here?
I think it is a fantastic piece...just would like the theme of writing in the other sex clearer...
A woman or man could have written it.
None of that takes away from its beauty...
I would also like to see it written in poetic form..i really think it would add to it..
Thank you! Very nice...
calamitygin said:Trix!!!
Lmao...
So i surmise...
Giggling hard still....lol
That someone has been a hell bitch
Riding the cotton pony...
And he takes off from the fight...
And. Then...make up sex...
Lol..thank God you are hung like a horse...
Oh my gawd i loved that....
This is a friggin gem..
And quite creative...thanks..
Awesome...lol
😎
Glad you enjoyed it doll
And lol to riding the cotton pony...
Fits right in with the theme I had going
A male friend didn't think that I captured the male voice
But I was going for a Cosbyesque telling
Since you laughed at the end
I'm calling it a success
😆
Lmao...
So i surmise...
Giggling hard still....lol
That someone has been a hell bitch
Riding the cotton pony...
And he takes off from the fight...
And. Then...make up sex...
Lol..thank God you are hung like a horse...
Oh my gawd i loved that....
This is a friggin gem..
And quite creative...thanks..
Awesome...lol
😎
Glad you enjoyed it doll
And lol to riding the cotton pony...
Fits right in with the theme I had going
A male friend didn't think that I captured the male voice
But I was going for a Cosbyesque telling
Since you laughed at the end
I'm calling it a success
😆
Hey fillantrix...
I loved a lot of your first piece as well.
I was terribly confused at the end..
I would really like this written in verse..
It is written like very short prose..
I asked for poetry...
And i think written out..
Showing us the beats and timing..
It would do this piece justice..
Because there is some great stuff here.
I just am clueless about what this is...
The poison worked. So I kick him off, he thumps down. Soon forgotten we begin again.
I just do not understand im so sorry...
And i want to...i am intrigued by this..
Its quite captivating.
You are man here...
Yes?
And woman in real life?
This makes me want to read more of you.
If you want to PM me...so we can get this straight....
You have a hell of a thing going here...
That end is beyond me...
That does not mean i might not just be missing something.
Thanks sweetheart...this is creative and had amazing promise....
Anyone else with any thoughts please...of course...good ones!
But if someone sees what i am not getting...speak up!
Thanks doll!!!
I loved a lot of your first piece as well.
I was terribly confused at the end..
I would really like this written in verse..
It is written like very short prose..
I asked for poetry...
And i think written out..
Showing us the beats and timing..
It would do this piece justice..
Because there is some great stuff here.
I just am clueless about what this is...
The poison worked. So I kick him off, he thumps down. Soon forgotten we begin again.
I just do not understand im so sorry...
And i want to...i am intrigued by this..
Its quite captivating.
You are man here...
Yes?
And woman in real life?
This makes me want to read more of you.
If you want to PM me...so we can get this straight....
You have a hell of a thing going here...
That end is beyond me...
That does not mean i might not just be missing something.
Thanks sweetheart...this is creative and had amazing promise....
Anyone else with any thoughts please...of course...good ones!
But if someone sees what i am not getting...speak up!
Thanks doll!!!
LobodeSanPedro said:
This piece was one in which I truly wanted to flip the scrip' ...
We've all seen these commercials ... (East European singles looking for North American husbands) ...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pCOeEIcldgc
... I wrote this with the premise of 'what if the story teller was a riuthless high powered business woman - who at end of working 12 - 15 hour days - wanted the same thing as her male counterparts ... Hot sex with a woman!' I wanted to voice her perspective on what she viewed as weak and desperate men, and her cunning in understanding that at a social event with a pool of young women, surely they'd be one or two that would prefer the sexual company of a woman.
Lol...love it...well you captured her...
Thanks. Im always wanting to know where something comes from...
And thanks for your great story behind your other piece as well...
I.loved them both...just awesome poetry...you have such an honest voice lobo....i can identify your work with no name easily. In a good way.
Thanks dollface...
This piece was one in which I truly wanted to flip the scrip' ...
We've all seen these commercials ... (East European singles looking for North American husbands) ...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=pCOeEIcldgc
... I wrote this with the premise of 'what if the story teller was a riuthless high powered business woman - who at end of working 12 - 15 hour days - wanted the same thing as her male counterparts ... Hot sex with a woman!' I wanted to voice her perspective on what she viewed as weak and desperate men, and her cunning in understanding that at a social event with a pool of young women, surely they'd be one or two that would prefer the sexual company of a woman.
Lol...love it...well you captured her...
Thanks. Im always wanting to know where something comes from...
And thanks for your great story behind your other piece as well...
I.loved them both...just awesome poetry...you have such an honest voice lobo....i can identify your work with no name easily. In a good way.
Thanks dollface...
calamitygin said:Wow..Jade...
This one is tough...
Its a wonderful piece...
I mean tough by the circumstance
And repercussions of your (his)
Actions
And lasting effects on this delicate thing.
It reads at the end to me that he takes her...force...rage...
I squirmed i have to admit...
Yes...it was difficult for me.
But it was very well written...
There was no direct reference that you are man like genitalia or pronouns...
Except you wrote with a mans head..
So it read to me like a man...
That takes skill.
Really great work darlin...a wonderful piece...intense...
I find it darker than it is erotic...
But that is not a criticism...
Very fine darlin...
Thanks so much!
I'm very moved, Jennifer, and honored, by your expressed feelings of my flame piece. What poet can truly lead their muse through the maze, before feeling the tug of being lead, and never quite know exactly where to, till one arrives.
This one is tough...
Its a wonderful piece...
I mean tough by the circumstance
And repercussions of your (his)
Actions
And lasting effects on this delicate thing.
It reads at the end to me that he takes her...force...rage...
I squirmed i have to admit...
Yes...it was difficult for me.
But it was very well written...
There was no direct reference that you are man like genitalia or pronouns...
Except you wrote with a mans head..
So it read to me like a man...
That takes skill.
Really great work darlin...a wonderful piece...intense...
I find it darker than it is erotic...
But that is not a criticism...
Very fine darlin...
Thanks so much!
I'm very moved, Jennifer, and honored, by your expressed feelings of my flame piece. What poet can truly lead their muse through the maze, before feeling the tug of being lead, and never quite know exactly where to, till one arrives.
Jade-Pandora said:
I'm very moved, Jennifer, and honored, by your expressed feelings of my flame piece. What poet can truly lead their muse through the maze, before feeling the tug of being lead, and never quite know exactly where to, till one arrives.
Oh i love that sweetie. The honor is all mine to have your beautiful work grace this competition. 💞
I'm very moved, Jennifer, and honored, by your expressed feelings of my flame piece. What poet can truly lead their muse through the maze, before feeling the tug of being lead, and never quite know exactly where to, till one arrives.
Oh i love that sweetie. The honor is all mine to have your beautiful work grace this competition. 💞
