Best Intimate Poems
She walks with dreams, deep passions woo,
Into euphoric ambience of a moonlit night
Carrying sweet secret, so intimate and true,
Sprouting in her womb blossoms of delight.
Though they are together, he feels all alone,
Trapped in turbulence of memories unkind,
Nothing she can say would emotions atone
Grief of matrimony he chose to leave behind.
Agitating unspoken, dissonant pulse of strife
His turmoiled heartbeats now brutally amplify
Frightened by weary past to embrace a new-life
When spiteful bonds of yore earnestly decry.
She tries, yet decides, now is not the time
Waiting till moon and stars are so inclined
To witness with Venus, dear-moment sublime
And unveil the script that destiny designed.
Clenched clandestine vibes utter a soft sigh
As happily her stomach churns butterflies;
And, until next-time, she bids him goodbye,
When they’ll guess the color of baby’s eyes.
Vulnerable she feels now, how will he react:
Will he welcome baby, yet harp in the past?
Will he face with courage or opt to retract?
Convulsed, she shudders~ will this love last?
May 5, 2023
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
I am on a journey to find the unknown,
discovering things, that are hidden within.
I’m scared and terrified but I must be brave,
what do I have to lose?
Will I find things about me that I don’t like?
Probably so.
But at least it will be the authentic version
of me.
Opinions of others that weren’t kind, that I
locked deep inside,
Will not reign over me, nor the dislike that
I feel for folk that harmed me.
I shall turn dislike into like and take back
my power.
I am on a remarkable journey to find and
rediscover the woman that I never really
knew…… ME
Alexis Y.
01/08/2020
Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism
and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin.
Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum.
Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness?
A gnawing hollow where my heart should be.
Where cinder clouds float in negative space
memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves.
I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief
while October’s wind trembled aspens like harp strings.
(Ten Poem Titles)
The Corruption Of My Lust For Life
Autumn Side Of September
Mundane Matters Of Mortals
Theft Of My Will To Survive
In Woes And Throes Of Sorrow
A Vanilla Dove
Escape Of The Bluesman’s Song
The Sham Of My Humanity
Death Is The Bane Of My Existence
The Shedding Trees Of Autumn
You want me, oh how you want me
Some days I simply can’t wait to turn you on
I leap on to you any time of the day or night
And you always respond to my touch
You crave every inch of my naked body
Then you whisper words to me
Oh how you can hurt me and I wish you would lie to me
But you are always so brutally honest and I admire you for that
Some days I love you
Other days I would love to ditch you and I never want to see you again
Guess we all have a love hate relationship with our bathroom scales
Jan Allison
30th August 2014
Unable to enter it for contest as it is not a sonnet:
Reality has surpassed my most intimate dream
In intensity, in passion, in love
No need ever to dream again
Want to bask in the glow from above
To drink in the pleasures of the mind
Never wanting this feeling to desert me
To vanish, to slip away
To know this passion will never desert me
Is the ultimate joy of my heart
To feel the intensity of your love
To know that we never will part
My most intimate dream is you
© Jack Ellison 2014
He calls me naïve and I reply with a smile,
but in my dreams he whispers words of love;
my cravings fed:
fully sated.
He says I'm a foolish child; innocent and sweet,
but if he knew about our midnight trysts,
I wonder if he would find me guilty,
or acquit me for such intimate reveries.
If my fantasies are a sin;
should I be ashamed of my crime?
I dare not sleep,
perchance to dream.*
2/9/21 Fragmented Verse Poetry
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
*Phrase spoken by Shakespeare's Hamlet
Love is amorphous; it defies description.
Love is not an idea; it doesn't fit an ascription
Love fills our lives, the minute we are born.
As old moon fades and the new wraps her horn.
In your embraces, I have found refuge.
In the turbulent years before the deluge
To convince me, it only takes that one look.
That implies you're always near a fairy book.
As everything stops, your eyes speak to me.
My void was filled by love, and I feel full glee.
Your gaze tells me you'll adore me every day.
Whatever unfolds, you'll be there to see it by.
Sure enough, I've done some stuff in the past.
That feels so awful, even if my motives are cast
Experiencing them is an unbearable anguish.
Such a fate sets me that I exult as I languish.
You can't flee self; there's no place to hide.
It hurts deeply, it burns your soul and pride.
I cry, wishing you to kiss away my fears.
If you knew, I miss you to wipe my tears.
I know I can't run from myself or my fear.
And I know at such times I don't seem near.
What I feel for you is like blood in my veins.
That I dream of you despite all of the pain.
1st place contest winner
Written: April 30, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 36 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Love of Literature
Upon the nightstand rests my favorite book,
I beckon her to bed to have a look.
Anxious anticipation flutters in my chest,
As the day's worries and woes, are laid to rest.
Tenderly, I take her in my hands,
Caressing her cover, she knows my plans.
Lightly yielding as we take our place,
Willing and submissive, with gentle grace.
She's a beauty, in her soft subtle veil,
Gently, my fingers trace her textures, an ardent braille.
I know her body—every peak, every valley, a touch sublime,
Tracing her contours, along the edge, then down her spine.
Pulse quickening, eager mind,
Awaiting the adventure that lies inside.
With delicate fingers, I find my bookmark,
With heightened anticipation,
I spread her pages apart.
An intoxicating aroma fills the night air,
A sweet, savory bouquet, found in classic books so rare.
From the outer page, my finger glides,
All the way across, till I'm just inside.
With a soft, tender touch, I navigate the crease,
Gently pushing outward, tensions released.
With attentive focus, all the way down to the end,
Traversing to the other side, to start again.
Her soft, thin pages, a silky, delicate skin,
A gripping story, further drawing me in.
With the flick of my tongue, I wet my fingertip,
And turn the page with a single finger flip.
Chapter 3, it's just her and me.
Enchanted by her sultry love story,
Hopelessly entangled in her romantic glory.
Page after page, we're intimately engaged,
With kinks and cramps, our positions changed.
Playful paragraphs in passionate positions—
Quite the literary expedition.
Steamy, sensual sentences scintillate the senses,
Trembled? Or trembling? Lost all track of tenses.
Her sensual story, passionate and deep,
Inviting me in further, tonight we do not sleep.
Captivated by every line, savoring every word, I take my time.
Two souls entwined, one rhythm and one rhyme.
Dawn's rays through the window gently creep,
With a sigh, I slowly close the book, softly she weeps.
"Rest assured, my darling, you'll be alright,
For I'll see you again, another rendezvous tonight."
Of all my cherished tomes, she'll always be first,
My love of literature, an unquenchable thirst.
May I serve
whatever the capacity --
and not be dissuade;
God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion
knowing no color
knowing no shades
nor party of affiliation
may I nurse humbly, soothing
and healing, while bearing the
stigmata of love --
For Christ-like is a cleanser,
a shredder of sin --
a star of radiance, a moonbeam of
warmth, a sun rejoicing in the
projection of Divine Light
Though tents of shadows
riotous they abound
let not your heart fail
to make the short step…
though the chains rattle
and cuffs’ metal dig in,
no one who moves in
the direction of our Lord,
in good faith, will find
a path more brighter, spiritually uplifting,
for Truth swings wide open Heaven’s door
to even one from grace seemingly fallen
Amen
Will you care for me tenderly?
I know you can, I do..
Try to give it everything you've got.
It's true, I care for you..
Try to care for me seriously?
I would for you, for sure..
'Cause in an intimate love affair.
It's you and me, in love!
We can go just about anywhere.
That's you and me, in love.
In an intimate love affair.
It's you and me, in love!
Will you do your best, to comfort me?
I will for you, you'll see..
Try to keep me warm day and night.
For you, I will do the same..
Don't let go, until the morning light.
It's true, I will keep you warm...
'Cause in an intimate love affair.
It's you and me, it's you and me, in love!
We can go just about anywhere.
That's you and me, you and me, in love!
In an intimate love affair.
It's you and me, in love!
Then! Will you care for me tenderly?
I know I would for you..
Hold me close, until the end of time..
Make sure you do your best.
Then I'll care for you forevermore..
I'll share my love with you..
'Cause in an intimate love affair..
It's you and me, it's you and me, it's you and me, in love!
Intimate Song-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1986,2015..ALL rights reserved..
"Intimate Inspirations"
the beauty of Nature inspires my quill
the lovely mystique' of Creation, my will
to compose lines, amazing, to share with my peers
and welcome sweet critique', as insights appear.
the smile of a child; the love of my life
commits my vast gift to ease another's strife
as the song of the nightengale offers soft glow
enchanting deep thoughts from beneath and below.
the sweetness of puppies romping on grassy ground
the pitter-patter of kittens, meowing, astound
elements of Earth and residents of Sky
inspire my soul as tears cascade each eye.
watching waves crest as they kiss sandy shores
the beach is my haven, to ponder encores
of poetic art captivating and free
these intimate treasures ever inspire me.
*For Patricia Ellis's You Are My Inspiration Contest.
A certain itch it’s like no other,
descending as Vesuvious burning
tyre, a nuee ardente of fire
Manouver all you will, to no
sweet avail; it’s your hand
that’s needed, no matter what
audience papers the house
Yes, a magazine or folded coat
can often shield the work required,
but please, no sighs or muted
cries desired
Then good performance must
transpire, to shift the well-placed
hand from view
And when the fire is doused, as such,
and all one’s thoughts removed from
crotch
Reflect on how you saved the day,
with folded coat on nuts in May
they say shes waiting for me
beautifully
they say that shes there
with loves tender embrace
with loves intimate kiss
softly waiting for the mad rush of my day to end
waiting for me to come home to her arms
but for now i'm just a tinker
down by the dirty river
lost in the back roads and shadows
dragging behind a fat sack of yesterdays
building better dreams for all the pretty people
filled with longings and desires
but ill make it home to her someday
where she lay in the peaceful moonlight
where she waits for me beautifully
filled with such tender desire
with loves intimate kiss
ill be there in her arms
home at long last
never to leave again
she is all iv dreamt of
she is waiting....
"Intimate Strangers"
Sunset sleeps gently
Moonlight illuminates night
two hearts glow in dark.
Stars play peek-a-boo
Planets twirl to haunt essence
two souls firelight.
Dawn awakes flowers
desires and passions prowled
intimate strangers.
July 1, 2012
We met online
both from
the same city
lovely dark skinned woman.
Eyes like black pearls
skin smooth as velvet
I went to her house
like magnets we clicked...
Later the next day
she texted me
said she wanted
an intimate encounter..
Something adventurous
from a
cunning linguist
and a romantic man..
We met in a parking lot
the sun eclipsed
she took me to Mount Vesuvius
she tasted like fine chocolate..
At that intimate moment
I knew her every pore and pulse
every erotic thought
every vulnerable thought and fear..
We held no secrets
only peace beauty and eternity
only to fuse our souls
together for a moment..
Now I crave her
her lovely taste and nakedness
joyous am I
as I lay bare before her..
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