Best Brothel Poems
Her bony fingers stroked my hair,
I shuddered at the icy touch,
And when I turned no one was there.
I felt the hatred of her stare,
My heart was frozen in its clutch,
Her bony fingers stroked my hair.
I’d walked into the open snare,
My curiosity too much,
And when I turned no one was there.
I stood alone inside her lair,
The murdered prostitute was Dutch,
Her bony fingers stroked my hair.
The room was full of such despair,
I tried to flee but dropped my crutch,
And when I turned no one was there.
How stupid was the double dare,
I’d suffer now for playing butch,
Her bony fingers stroked my hair,
And when I turned no one was there.
For Paula's Unease contest
Categories:
brothel, fear,
Form:
Villanelle
Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats
so she counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with a tear
She cringed when glass smashed and grinded her teeth when she was cold
it was a bordello made surreal by alcohol mellowed Johns who were so old
A bawdy crib, (bagnio del innocente) bath for the innocent...
a knocking shop that foiled the linen and gave shiners to young girls,
no one cared
in this disorderly place, where the stew was watered down with whiskey float
Then came the raid that brought everything to a halt,
in a gestalt moment she found freedom, perhaps her prayers were answered?
Down to the river she went for a bath and a rest,
it was then that she remembered her first time, it was incest *
The wild caged bird had no other place to hide but in this fortress
she slept for days on the grass beside a great big boulder, ,
all the wild animals in the forest thought she was a Princess.
They let her sleep, and fed her pine nuts from the trees. Until this day,
Gianna never mentioned the brothel to anyone, no even herself.
Feb. 20, 2021
Categories:
brothel, innocence, loss,
Form:
Free verse
They restricted celebrations,
forget your relations.
They restricted travel,
watched families unravel.
They restricted purchases,
no provided services.
They closed the schools,
those were the new rules.
They closed the churches,
no Sunday soul searches.
They closed the gyms
and the flab begins.
They closed the restaurants,
forget sweet tooth wants.
They closed the theaters,
no full-length features.
They closed retail stores,
no welcoming doors.
They closed the bars,
murmurs of wars.
Society accepted it as well as they could,
as everyone felt the need to be good.
But then they closed the brothel –
an act so heinously hostile –
What? You call that a plan!
That’s when the fight began.
Categories:
brothel, fun, funny, humor, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
there is a brothel there down the street,
built like a palace three stories high,
hear anklets jingle on dancing feet,
with singing and drums as you pass by.
I have chanced within once as a youth,
to savour pleasures of sinful flesh,
in wine and smoke did not see the truth,
the tormented souls trapped in evil mesh.
pretty they who were plying their trade,
vibrant bodies in their early teens,
stained glass windows, moroccan lamp shades
a sale of bodies for living means!
men of wealth leaning on cushioned seats,
aged lustful men aim for a score,
clapping and rejoicing with the beats,
toss money up asking for encore!
men of high repute frequented the halls,
those who spoke morals and values too,
even priests, scholars bought at these stalls,
of suffering they caused, had no clue!
girls were from different parts of state,
some sold through poverty by their own,
some stolen from home or lost to fate,
some orphaned young, some reasons unknown!
here was a trade all chose to ignore,
law makers, elite just let it go,
each year the numbers grew even more,
bodies sold, though their young hearts cried ‘No’!
religion morals preached everywhere,
man’s hypocrisy in full display,
parents showed their own children love, care,
suffering of these girls none would say!
late one autumn I stopped to enquire,
found doors locked, no lights, no sound, no sway,
said one “come morrow, if you desire,
Brothel is closed for Gandhi’s birthday!
4th placement in Premium contest
written 13/02/2021
They closed the brothel contest
Kai Michael Neumann Sponsored
9 syllables each line
7 stanzas!
abab.... rhyme
Categories:
brothel, corruption, desire, fate, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
Life Is A Brothel
Life is a brothel she says
Zipping ten centimetres up the crotch of her
Diesel jeans
How many jobs do you have to take to remove your nose
from the rotten-egg stench; how many chances do you have to give
the adjustable lighting
to sweep away for you the connections
to breath-gaps?
translated from Hebrew:
Alexa Christopher-Daniels
Categories:
brothel, life
Form:
Lyric
limp roses
blue boots, vinyl, knee length
hair extensions braided like sun-rings
pleasure knick knacks
perfume bottles
lacey things that hug the bodice
under garments, lipstick smudged
stained dentures
wrappers like scattered seed
brothel trash bin overflowing
young man slinks from the shadows
picks up plum colored leggings
"I knew her.
My family thought me at church.
But there's different ways of worship."
brothel walls, graffiti gloom
seem to whisper
lost shuddering joy
gasping delights
restless yearning
sighs that slip to groans
I see a bedspring mattress 'gainst the wall
charred remains
smoked rawness
air, dust brown heavy
like her legend
powerless voices quiet
when the brothel closed
sheared
unapologetic
in the hellish heat of gold.
Poem composed: February 17, 2021
Categories:
brothel, dark, death, heartbreak, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda.
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda
Those exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda
They were statuary beauties, architecturally quite imposing.
Those exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet
They were statuary beauties, architecturally quite imposing
Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street.
A Pantoum written February 12, 2021
For “They Closed the Brothel” Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
brothel, change, humor,
Form:
Pantoum
They close the brothe
This is good it be not awful
Those single and married men
Misbehaving
What, what on their knees preying
utmost wedding night delaying
Does a single man need a marriage bed l
No no way fornication adulteration
Women for pleasure elongated legs
The church mother's got'cha
They closed the brothel
Women who are spurned utmost does
Does the single man need a marriage bed
No not all that lust no trust
It's been said you ought to find flesh in a brothel
Nowhere to lazy hading backs
Sneaky hanging on the verdagos, brewery house, cat fights
Such a sporting house day and night
Good politicians and church goers prey
All this fornication adultery hey
Vice patrol and citybuilding must be torn down
Stop hanging around the building with prostitutes
Coffee high minded today women who have a intercourse with many
The city toward the building down they closed the brothel the local government say haha we got you
Distributes destitutes distributes flesh favors elicit misbehavior
Still nothing to gain but lust and flesh men and women
You are above this keep the marriage bed for the marriage
it's said they closed the brothel today
2/16/21
FOR THEY CLOSED THE BROTHEL CONTEST
SPONSORED BY KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN
Categories:
brothel, analogy, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
she is Desired by many but visited by few
and loved by no one
she hung her heads in grief
many times tried to Escape,
The slaps of flesh over and again,
she hates every minute, every tick,
This endless pain makes her sick,
her candle-light visions
Understood by misunderstood
The women wait and weep,
Painted glass windows,
coloured dreams and fancies
kniving miseries.
her forbidden desires
she dreamed of a man that won't ever come,
she bleeds from wounds so deep within
fails to dim the moving shadows
she was told brothel is her temple
Escape, Escape, Escape,
Do you wanna be there?
He's scared
Make a choice
Are they changed?
Nope
Still the same
She lured him to her brothel, ? ?
she was pushed there! !
A stab in her heart and take it
Sqeeze as hard as you can
But she won't feel nothing, nothing
It awakes a man at his lust
And calms him down
Oh, the power of wealth
stop stop this dirty game
Empty inside and dying within
please fill herVoid
she is a human
With "love" and a quenched thirst
Somewhere bloomed a new leaf
without any grief
Categories:
brothel, angst, betrayal, desire, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
Madam Um told me to wait
In a dark corner, I smoked
a cig and played with butt-end
And then flung it straight
To a lean man's face scowled
At living a life of super-pimp.
I wanted a girl around 20
Fair, sharp,smart, precocious
Bod well chiseled distinct
In evening darkness, smoke and smell
I was thirsty like an ass
I was ashamed at my angst.
But it was a bad luck
I could not choose a right one
I was new and unfledged
In the misty evening yellow
I touched a cold marble
That was my mistake.
Categories:
brothel, angst,
Form:
Free verse
INDEPENDENT BROTHEL
A nation like ours
Like a place restructured into a Brothel
By responsible married men
Where voters are used like prostitutes
Some even do on credit
Independently
Fancy leaders like ours
They are the most responsible married men
The corruption customers
They engage prostitutes
And even impregnate them
Independently
Pretentious democracy like ours
Is equivalent to a Whore
Concurring to the will of money
Independently fluctuating from one man to the other
The anywhere-belle-face government
We the Zombie followers
We fight for married men
We are free-of-charge
We are the prostitutes that they promise to marry
We prefer marriage of manifesto to our Rights
We parade the green and white
We clap while they eat the cake
We are obviously In Dependence
©Kporho Vwede Daniel
(IG: General Ali official)
+2347067333949
All rights reserved.
Categories:
brothel, 7th grade,
Form:
Blank verse
Each of the seven prostitutes,
Whose life began as destitute;
From their brothels to a roadside,
For men with or without a ride:
Main wish: to catch the adult male
And stop a day from going stale…
The picture is competition:
To whom would one loss petition?
Yes, a quite charged atmosphere
For one to in chats interfere:
A rival swipe for being too gaunt,
The rather fat with her size haunt
Open boasts about being half chaste;
How good cash paid one not a waste…
They were seven young prostitutes
Who’d failed in enrolled institutes.
Categories:
brothel, corruption, evil, lust, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
the fire of lust
consuming our soul
enslaved by carnal desire
testosterone driven lowly ghoul
desire birthing raging obsession
our mind dwelling in a brothel
addicted like an alcoholic
to sexual cravings feral
animal in human form
in this game of domination
finally discerning love from lust
in stillness of prayerful meditation
recognising senses have two aspects
we attempted polarity rotation
between outer and inner
in void of cessation
our primal instinct
a tsunami overpowering
burning us from deep within
yet recedes whilst we are praying
allowing ego urges to arise like bubbles
we view them with childlike curiosity
in wonder and astonishment
marvelling their tenacity
thus viewing mind body
as but an earth life interface
we shut down our lower ego mind
embracing love and light by Gods grace
15-February-2021
Categories:
brothel, addiction, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
First it was pubs that weren’t open,
And then shops that were not essential,
And then even schools weren’t admitting,
But to me that’s inconsequential.
Cos I haven’t got school age children,
But worried hotels were closed too
If I needed some company later,
What would me and others now do?
I called them, the voicemail the answer,
It said they were closed for a while,
You could leave them a message for later,
But that really isn’t my style.
They said regulars would get priority,
On the reopening day,
But I don’t know my needs in advance so,
I hung up and thought how to play.
There’s plenty of internet pleasure,
And pictures that we have all seen,
But I thought I’d go back to my teen years,
And find a top shelf magazine.
So I went to the adult store for it,
But no, their door padlocked as well,
A sign on the door gave the reason,
Why no point ringing the bell.
So instead I returned to my laptop,
I locked my door, put down the key,
Prepared for my evening encounter,
But something was missing, you see.
It didn’t feel right on my own so,
I thought I’d try camera chat,
I signed up complete registration,
What could be more simple than that?
So I clicked on the button to start things,
But wished I had never come here,
Cos the woman I saw on my screen now,
My sis who’d had the same idea!
They closed the brothel contest
14 February 2021
Categories:
brothel, sexy,
Form:
Rhyme
We closed the brothel, by a love gesture
Fortuitous, when our soul did mature
Blunting oldest profession, not simple
Call it if we will, divine miracle
Earths magnetic field shift, caused hearts to stir
Ray divine, propelled us to realms upper
Mankind shed off feral caricature
Now, love enabled, cognition spherical
We closed the brothel
Schumann’s resonance rise, made our hearts purr
All living in peace, in playful caper
Love the magic, that did so enable
Entwining hearts, in tranquil calm stable
Here and now, not in the distant future
We closed the brothel
17-February-2021
Written for: They closed the brothel poetry contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
brothel, love, lust, spiritual,
Form:
Rondeau