Best Dodoitsu Poems
I came across my first love
You were always in my arms
Swore we’d never be apart
But I let you go
Now we are reunited
My heart just beats like a drum
I can’t take my eyes off you ...
My first teddy bear
02~04~15
Syllables 7,7,7,5
Contest: Dodoitsu Dr Ram Mehta
We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
Longing to find our way back;
Back to the one, back to the only one.
Rumi
When songs are sung in tandem
Ambience of speech is smooth
Devoted eyes dote your voice
Obsessed puppy love
When words echo tender tones
Glowing like sapphire gemstones
Not veiled behind metaphors
Tranquil tongue sounds calm
As triggers summon demons
Vivid verses turn vicious
Rage screams like a million crows
Heart shudders with fear
Soul struggles to beat and breathe
Pain feels like paper in rain
Silence is your only guide
Lonely sepulchre
Eruptions begin to ease
An anthem of angels chant
Rainbows colour fading greys
Lovebirds serenade
one fine day they changed places
fireflies lit daytime shadows
while butterflies splashed the night
a shrewd color scheme
bright hues and exotic moon
flittering and fluttering
pure rapture under the stars
midnight was dreaming
the firefly shadows twinkled
above the enraptured blooms
the fervent day seemed to pause
in search of the moon
I gaze at those fireflies in
your butter-sweet eyes that shine,
succulent with white lush pulp
of love's purity,
you hue my wildflower heart
with hyacinth, as we twirl
like spring-shaded tulips in
life's regal-black psalms;
mon cherie, I wish for stars
to sequin your shimmering
wine soul and cradle comets
of faith in your fate,
as, rubies glazed with honeyed
hibiscus and nectarine
daisies will be my pink muse,
forevermore true;
afterlife shall foretell our
lavender soliloquy
of celeste romance, whipped in
soft beige affection,
and your coral spirit will
eternally emphasise
cherry letters as tokens
of swan-shaped twin flames.
golden moonlight streams through trees
whose limbs are laden with leaves
as wind's susurrus lulls me
into autumn's dream
held her heart, thinking of stars
he shouldn’t have trusted his sight…
it was my twin, he embraced~
awkward tale of lust..
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Spicy experiment!
Victoria secret bra
Love, toy with hidden pleasure
sweet surrender to my taste
grenade ecstasy.
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Spicy taboo!
Sticky forbidden kisses
buffalo breath down my neck
leak like a water faucet
time to get a fix.
~•~
the touch of his evening sky
lingers on my fluid mouth
exploring tantric kisses…
without need for words
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Dr. Ram Mehta's Dodoitsu Contest
by nette onclaud
2/13/2015
On our skin gleams pearl white sand
in the sheen of setting sun.
From sea deep as our love - come
waves caressing land.
For Brian Strand's
A POEM YOU LIKE any form/theme MAX 7 lines Poetry Contest
Against a night frightened white,
a tall tree stands - skeletal -
transfixing me one winter
on my woodland walk.
Small trees surround the tall one.
They extend icy fingers
as if to help point me out
to the taller tree.
The hairs rise on my arms as
I view the long black limbs of
those old cold men of the woods
reaching out for me.
For the any poem contest #2 Poetry Contest
In her dumpster fades away
posy of love-struck feelings.
I plucked from my heart's garden,
now a barren land.
Date : 01/30/2016
Face to face body leaning
Clothes flying fast to the ground
Breath becoming loud and quick
Disappear in love
Somewhere in the languid night
I'll chase the dark to find you….
Do you search a distant sky
this lonely hour?
There are lights upon the trail,
where I have gathered the stars,
The moon will be a candle-
while darkness frees you
With the friendship of the night
I tread the dark in silence-
moon and stars my companions,
until I find you
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Carrie Richards 9/17/11
The cold sun’s anemic arc,
skirts the day with crystal frill.
Prancing just above the pines,
sun dogs wag their tails.
14 Jan 2022
the tree he planted still stands
wrapped in autumn’s fiery hues
while his colors have faded
…I visit his grave
*Written September 30, 2020
For Constance La France’s Dodoitsu contest
checked on howmanysyllables.com