Best Bedroom Poems
The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream
when he climbs into bed beside me.
And my comfort is found in the warmth
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred kisses as I squeal to his delight.
A calloused hand urges the small of
my back gently forward as I fuss in
mock protest of his boyish game.
His eyes gleam indulgently making my
heart swell with such regard I
choke back joyful tears and throw
my arms possessively around him.
With a knowing sigh he draws me in,
cradling me in his capable arms
sworn to provide and protect.
Then he buries his face in my copper-red
hair breathing its henna scent, and
holding me tight, he whispers my name,
swearing love that will never relent.
BEDROOM EYES
I think you think I’m thinking something I shouldn’t;
That somehow I’d put you in a compromise.
You know I must be thinking something indecent,
Because I looked at you too long with my bedroom eyes.
I admit to giving you the old ‘once-over’.
If you think I’m being rude, I apologize.
But I’m not on the hunt for a one-night lover,
In spite of what you think you saw in my bedroom eyes.
(Chorus)
But when I look in your eyes, I see something to hope for:
Children, then grandchildren . . . maybe longer even more.
So if I look at you too long, I hope you’ll empathize--
There’s more than just desire in my bedroom eyes.
If you could read my mind instead of my gaze,
I think by then that you’ll come to realize
That I’m thinking about you in terms of decades.
I want to look at you for years with bedroom eyes.
A child shrieks on darkness’ edge
For fear of what’s within the black
A tense reaction, shivering too
At thoughts of something to attack
But no, there’s nothing that so comes
Yet, child cries and prays for light
With blanket pulled above the brow
He does his best to cope with fright
He fears the coming of the night
And prays that all will turn out right
His eyes so close before the dawn
As sleep prevails and fear subsides
So stretching then on morning’s wake
From the bed, he leaves to rise
The fear he had was but erased
As light had won the battle well
With feet then touching on the floor
A new fear came and then he fell
As talons clawed, he met his doom
The child had never escaped his room
He saw me, it was ‘love’ at first sight
sadly for him it was just love for the night
I’m flattered by your strategic skills
but after the bedroom thrills
I’m gone out of sight
You thought You had me
but i went and changed my mind
Your left without me
you didn’t even put up a fight
I hardly care, Im left here still
after the bedroom thrills
I ran out of your life
By Rosie Hill
Daddy look at this place
Mommy said it’s a disgrace
cos nothing’s in the right place
the floor’s an obstacle race
and my best book on space
isn’t in the book case
BUT my kid sister Grace
is lurking on the staircase
she’s got a grin on her face -
That smile I’d like to erase!
Daddy I can only assume
she’s been in my bedroom
As she can now reach the door
Daddy I’ve warned her before
One day there’s gonna be war!
Daddy just hear my plea
Please please give me a key
Then I can lock my sister out
And then mommy won’t shout…
At me!
Look At This Place! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
04/12/21
RUFUS
Fat boy Rufus takes a rooster to bed
"It's my natural alarm clock" he said
He woke late the next morning
Now Rufus is in mourning
Cos he rolled over and flattened him dead...
ARTHUR AND SUE
Two newlyweds Arthur and Sue
Were doing as young couples do
But then as their bed rocked
They became interlocked
And they stuck together like glue...
FRUITY FREDDIE
Fruity Freddie was in bed with wife Beth
Hanky panky he was hoping to get
He leant down to kiss
But gave it a miss
When he caught a whiff of her morning breath...
SOGGY JIM
Jim's bladder wasn't what it used to be
So before bed didn't drink any tea
He forgot one night
And woke with a fright
When he found himself afloat in his wee...
OLD JOHNNY
Eighty year old Johnny ran out of steam
Now at bedtime in his eyes there's a gleam
The doc gave him pills
That sorted his ills
Now his wedding tackle works like a dream...
Written 3rd January 2021
naked together
you clothe me in the fabric of your desire
all the while soothing my want
your lips part and make a smile
and i die. i die inside. i die inside and out
time moves too quickly
before i know it you leave
all left is a covered memory
barely fills the insatiable me
until once again it's we
A restless girl in a pink bedroom
Scans the implacable ceiling,
Or buries her face in a book
To subdue the hurting feeling.
And the days fall flat as roadkill,
Grind on and cool their heels
In minutes and hours of deadlock,
Like rusted cogs and wheels.
Childhood sneaks to closure,
And nothing does no good
On the border between confusion
And the bloom to womanhood.
In the tangle of ebony hair
Lank and listless on the sheet,
And the summer-kiss tan of her skin
Lie the sorrowful signs of defeat.
She could cry for the ending of times
Rose-tinted with visions of love,
Now a restless girl in a pink bedroom
Sighs and stares at the ceiling above.
Looking Out My Bedroom Window
When I was young I dreamt of places to go.
I looked out my window.
I could swing or slide,
Or climb the Mimoso
How will I go?
I looked out my window.
I could walk or ride my bike,
Or take a limo.
Where will I go?
I looked out my window.
I could stay inside,
Or follow where the rivers flow.
Now I must go.
I looked out my window.
I will do as I like,
My dreams will follow.
Don’t worry now child
There's no god, so worship space
You are not alone.
Haiku Straying Husband
forlorn ice slit bedroom
frail flower between your legs...
ardor expires
Tanka Stay At Home Wife
hours ravage ardor
supple sin envelopes grey
thick belly obscures
erotic athletes wrestle
loyalty in lieu of love
She seduces me with her bedroom eyes
Her hand atop mine, between her thighs
I can't deny that she has the power
To lie with me every waking hour
I couldn't oppose her advances, she has a grip on me
With her soft angelic voice and undamaged anatomy
In a trance from her bedroom eyes
Drawn into her soul, a part of me dies
She braises my fingers across her smooth shaven lips
Assures me she’s aroused, the pleasure drips
Unwrapping her body of what sets me apart
From exposing her skin, God's work of art
A teardrop falls from her bedroom eyes
A happy tear to my surprise
She remains admirably brave, although, this is foreign
She has not been defiled by other men
Her narrow entrance puts me to shame
Intensifying my steady flame
God sent her to me, as an answer to my cries
I reside under the spell of her bedroom eyes
There’s a gun upon my bed
Not the kind made of metal
A vivid tattoo color
Above my lover’s
Secret devil
And that gun is like a demon
Aimed toward her pleasure zone
Urging hunters to take a shot
And take the trophy
Home
I see blood upon the doorstep
I smell murder in her fold
I fear ghosts will haunt her body
In the bullets I have sown
I hear hungry infants crying
The ones she gave away
And the bastards she is hiding
Are my regrets from yesterday
I feel the gun blazing
As she sucks my breath away
I’m a hostage to her body
In the mayhem
She purveys
In the middle of the night
I’ll make my escape
Run, run, run
Run away
I’ve got to run
In the middle of the night
When her back is turned
Run, run, run
Run away
I’ve got to run
There’s a gun upon my bed
It belongs to my baby
Burned deep inside her
On a night she went
Crazy
And every time I think
I’ll flee
Her dangerous painted gun
She draws it against me
And I feel myself succumb
I see blood upon the doorstep
I smell murder in her fold
I fear ghosts will haunt her body
In the bullets I have sown
I hear hungry infants crying
The ones she gave away
And the bastards she is hiding
Are my regrets from yesterday
Save me from her gun
She’ll never let me go
Save me from drowning
In her young and wanton soul
I’ve got to run
But there’s a gun
My baby won’t let me go.
the cross on my bedroom wall
keeps away vampires and werewolves
but not mosquitoes
Freedom country
For being naked
Lawlessly