Best Affair Poems
There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…
seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place for me to land ~
alas, such deception my naive perception did offer.
Buried beneath the facade of a fertile dream-come-true
and a mesmerizing mirage of natural light and zephyrus breaths -
where your thoughts hugged the horizons of my mind
like clouds on the edges of prairie dog skies
and where your stampeding passions trampled my inhibitions -
were delicate bandeaux of ice;
finespun and feathery like polar gossamer
that formed on the stems of your ruptured dreams
that then became my nightmare
when you had your hard freeze
while warm sap still flowed through your veins,
pumped and pushing through your broken being
and freezing on contact with the chilled clime
cocooning me, in a sudden silken surge of your glazing gauze
holding me, in the vivid wild magic of your frosted crystallized clutches -
fossilizing me, in icy opalescent ribbons of ornate whorls.
Unable to escape the grasping glacial petals of your exquisite pain,
your frost flowers plunged me into the frigid heart
of your bitter bluestem’s prairie winter...
There’s a beguiling beauty in danger
hypnotized and hijacked
as I was by the rhythmic sways of your tall grass ways -
your flickering tongue tasting my air
as my emotions were extorted
till I was bled white -
obviously oblivious
that I was being preyed upon
by a stealthy force of nature motivated by indigenous instincts.
Susan Ashley
March 13, 2018
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Poetry for the Sake of Poetry
Sponsor: John Lawless
*bluestem: tall grass native to the Great Plains with bluish leaf sheaths*
*frost flower: thin layers of ice extruded from long-stemmed plants in autumn or early winter. These thin ice layers form dainty ‘ribbons’ or ‘petals’*
Butterflies on our lemon tree,
Flirting with its leaves, flitting free,
Brushing it here, kissing it there,
What a cute romantic affair!
A "kaleidoscope" I foresee!
{A group of butterflies is also known as a "kaleidoscope"}
Unfinished Love Affair
It's been so long since I've seen you.
Don't know how or why you remain,
At the forefront of my memory,
But you do and will always remain.
Time has passed, and the years have aged us.
What can replace the time we spent,
In our younger days.
Talking, dreaming and planning a life.
Laughing and hoping as time passed us by,
Our friendship would be never-ending.
Well, the years have passed,
We have all gone our separate ways,
But the talks we had,
And the dreams we dreamed still linger today,
As unfinished dreams and incomplete endings.
The dreams we shared,
Still bring joyous tears when I think,
How time has slipped past.
But yet I see your face as I did then,
Beaming with life, smiling and carefree.
Those were the days of happy tears,
And unfinished love affairs.
For years he'd loved her and believed
it was a beautiful affair,
for on some nights, he'd slip away
and knew she always would be there.
They'd meet at restaurants or bars,
but when he traveled out of state,
he'd take her to a nice hotel.
Once in the room, he could not wait!
With hands on skin so glassy smooth,
he'd hold her long into the night.
So sweet she was upon his mouth!
It felt so good; it felt so right!
Beside her he would fall to sleep.
Next day was business, but he felt
so happy knowing that at night,
his stress and worries all would melt.
Yes, through the night, the longer that
beside his lover he would lay,
euphoria was his because
he felt the whole world fade away.
His love for her was deepening
so much, his wife became aware
of changes in him. He'd just say
"There's no one else but you. I swear!"
At home he'd lie in bed and think
of his sweet love but had to be
deceptive, sneaking out because
church-goers were his wife and he.
One night, too late he stayed with her.
He drove with her in his corvette.
Stopped by a cop, he had to live
a night he never can forget,
They called his wife, and that was worse
than paying the ungodly fine.
His wife put him in therapy
to end his tryst with sweet Red Wine!
July 1, 2016 for the "It Was a Beautiful Affair" contest of Lewis Raynes
The passionate sun
Tenderly caressed the sea-
Envious red sky!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 August 2022
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* As always, I share the POTD honor with all my fellow poets, especially
those who visit, read, and comment on my poetry. I also thank the officials
of PoetrySoup who thought my humble poem worthy of that honor!
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Orange is my utmost best color, my best friend, my girl.
She laughs from the rooftop, and she makes me mouth curl.
She glitters and she shines, her happy feelings for me.
Today I may take out my paints and paint an orange tree.
Most of my women cartoon paintings are ginger heads.
They come into my mind before I get out of bed.
I look around the bedroom and I laugh and I sing.
My many red-haired paintings, it makes my mind truly zing.
I have a paisley orange shirt and an orange evening gown.
Some people want my autograph, and mob me in town.
I do not dare wear either of them on my shiniest day.
I would be so manic, the mental police would cart me away.
I’m ready to have an affair with spring
Dulcet kisses in meadow’s violets
Under Chiffon clouds, while the spring birds sing
Having a picnic writing triolets
I'm ready to dance in the bright flowers
As light as the delicate Queen Anne’s Lace
Walk hand in hand barefoot, with spring’s showers
Absorb the warm sunshine that I embrace
Go with the river’s flow through the mountains
Celebrate love with spring’s resurrection
Sit on the park bench where there are fountains
In the mist through the air, with affection
It’s almost time for it all to begin
The blossoming of my heart from within
Heidi Sands
2/24/19
Placed 3rd in the Spring Sonnet Poetry Contest. Sponsor: John Hamilton
Words required: Dulcet, Chiffon, Lace, resurrection
10 Syllables per line
PAINFUL LOVE AFFAIR
I love you, my love
I don't know why?
You are working hard,
I love you from nine to five
Soon will clock out
Going to our separate ways
To a life, I was forced at hand
Thanks for the attention,
My husband does not give.
Simple kisses with full affection
A love affair
No more teasing, no more flirting
Sneaking and releasing our lust and tension
Accidently caring.
We see everyone just staring.
Two lives now were torn
I love the things we talk about
Until that one day,
Which is now,
I have to say goodbye
Writing you a last love letter
Explaining the reason why?
No one can make this better
All I can do about this is cry
You said your wife was in doubt
My husband after soon found out
At that moment, I felt the need to die
In my face, he did more than shout.
Now I sit ---
Far away where I can't say hi
It's your baby, with no doubt.
The one thing my husband wants to deny
This love affair I can never talk about
Dead and gone
SKAT POETRY
2-24-10
Between yesterday's coffee and today's newspaper delivery,
we somehow lost our sweetness, now you are just a memory.
Words yelled in anger and frustrations hitting the limit
wasn't this ocean we've swam full of joy and commitment?
You..down on your knees praying I'd forgive you once again
me...thinking you weren't going to see her, my best friend.
I've lost you and I've lost her and somewhere lost myself
I noticed that her favorite book she read was on the top shelf.
You think I didn't notice all the strange phone calls at night?
you actually believed that I wouldn't give up without a fight?
Sinking slowly down under the abyss of broken promises
a long time ago I told myself I would not allow paralysis
But underneath the grass you both have dug for my grave
I must pull myself out, take a moment and be brave.
I have no one else who will rock me to sleep every night
and I know deep down I will eventually be alright.
All I need right now is a decent night full of sweet dreams
I am begging you to leave, drive away so I may be free.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: January 17, 2016
That sultry night
Heavenly Hot He came
Endearing and Exciting
Like a summer scented waft
Oceanic eyes all over me,
Vulnerable and virtuous to his kiss
Enchanted by the moment's bliss
All I am I gave to him,
Forbidden fantasies He fulfilled.
Face to face We bid adieu
Away He sailed in distant waves
Iridescent shadows of his smile
Reminisce memories of last embrace.
Not for the contest,but inspired
by Regina Riddle's Romance contest
a fiction write
He never seemed to have the time for her
Responsibilities kept piling high
His days just seemed to fly in blinding whir
He could not sense her love was soon to die
So tired from his work, he'd lie in bed
and kiss her quick goodnight, then fall to sleep
How could he know her needs he had not fed
For they had life and home and funds to keep
He felt that life was good, and all was well
They spoke of his good fortune and his wife
How could he know that flames reached up from hell
and soon he'd taste from cup of bitter strife
That night he planned to take her for a spin
He bought some chocolates and rose in bloom
Outside his bedroom door, he lost his grin
He found her being ravaged in their room
His best friend and his wife in love's embrace
it made his heart convulse in frenzied beat
Before he'd kill them both, he left the place
But how could he forget her brazen heat
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They sat there in the office, pens in hand
their lives were torn in two, divorce: the end
She touched his arm as he prepared to stand
He melted then, but had to just pretend
"You never knew the love I have for you
I tried my best to keep you satisfied
Throughout my days, the best I tried to do
but your neglect just left me traumatized
You never praised the beauty of my face
The touch of love you kept; I died within
You did not see the negligee of lace
HE saw all these, and tried my heart to win
I tried to close my heart, I did not dare
to lose the home we had, I longed to be
the one you loved with soul and body bare,
yet all my pent up love, you did not see."
And with those words she gave a little cry
the tears that flowed struck cold his broken heart
He knew the fault he bore, he now knew why
But it was all too late; they now must part
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There is a moral to this tale so drear
A wife is still a woman with desire
She longs to know her man to her is near
So take the time to please and stoke her fire
You need to show her that she is the one
Who makes you long to love, and laugh, and live
So let your passion rival heat of sun
And then her all to you, she'll freely give
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A wife has needs and wants just like you do
To see her constant bloom, give love that's true
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Eileen Manassian Ghali
when it comes to matters concerning the heart
my head doesn't seem to be very smart.
i never look before i leap,
the wrong way down a one-way street.
it seems i've really got a knack
for picking mr. wrong.
i'll find the ******* in the crowd
it doesn't take me long.
he's the hot shot in the cowboy hat,
the one with snakeskin boots.
or the biker in the leather jacket,
he looks kind of cute.
the ******* with the attitude,
that's the guy i like.
he can have my gratitude
if he'll get me through the night.
According to the precepts of God's awesome plan,
Marriage defined is one woman for one man.
Perhaps they have no child; perhaps two, maybe three,
Yet God calls their union by name,"Family."
When you add in aunts, uncles, and cousins,
And various other relatives by the dozens,
They are all connected like branches of a tree,
You have a unique extended family.
Down on the corner each Sunday morning,
Another group is slowly forming,
Gathering at the church with the white steeple,
You will find the family of God's people.
In the Bible book of Ephesians, chapter number three,
The apostle Paul describes a great mystery.
Which previously had been concealed,
But which, in due time, the Holy Spirit revealed.
That the Gentiles should become the fellow heirs,
Of the marvelous promise the Jews had shared,
Two great peoples, united as one,
Through Christ Jesus, a new family was begun.
God's family is open to everyone,
Who receives and acknowledges what Jesus has done.
He died in the place of each sinner on Earth'
And we enter His family through a new birth.
Arthur Ball (H.S.L.P.)
July 23, 2006
Pass onto this thinking place
Pristine with luster and rhythmic textures
Bath in its heart-warming splendor
Here in this monolithic emerald patchwork
This relationship consoles your psyche
A pluck from here, a collection from there
A rack of tools and an now idle straw-hat
From the loam to dust that stick upon your shoes
A place to conceal with an atmosphere
Contiguous to the eyes embracing and rich
Time honored in its entirety
Carefully romanced by birds and creatures alike
I found you here in a home of comforts
Now your essence is complete
Behold the gardens of light and sound
As perfect as the gift given to man
A portrait flowering a secrete of love
Its scenery influences your center
Today and always
A thinking place
With a reflecting pool