Best Carnal Knowledge Poems
LUST
flesh screaming of sin
found pleasures deepening skin
raising body heat within
escaping passion
carnal knowledge attraction
attaining satisfaction
volcanic fluxion
viral viewing seduction
stimulating consumption
sexual craving
concupiscence behaving
eroticism enslaving
magic hypnotic
display actions exotic
thirst and hunger demonic
5-7-7 Syllable count
...can also be read backward~just saying
Music by Ariana Grande - 'Dangerous Woman'
Oct.15.2018
One of The Seven Deadly Sins
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Placed 1'st
[7'th of 15]
Categories:
carnal knowledge, fantasy, lust, passion,
Form:
Choka
Thus I sail the sacrificial scabrous seas and touch tormented tides
Battle-scarred in the breeze and washed ashore where evil hides
The Sun regrettably retreats where malice mortals digressively dare
Walking barren saliferous streets where I live on a penniless prayer
The citadels of submission crucially crumble where they saintly stand
In their unholy cognition you are a slave to their carnivorous command
Embedded in stone my tangential tears will endure beyond the grave
Bludgeoned to the brutal bone by the unlawful carnal knowledge knave
Lost in oblivion my blood runs calamitously cold by the river's edge
Beware the Ophidian with sabotaging scales leaving you on the ledge
Deceivers of the realm punitive penetrators connivers as they clutch
They manipulate and overwhelm with their torturous tender touch.
Let's stop the abuse...and spread the real love
Aug.01.2017
Let's talk about it
Sponsored by: Richard Lamoureux
1 original, poem on the theme of abuse, emotional, sexual or physical.
Any form is acceptable.
Categories:
carnal knowledge, abuse, loneliness,
Form:
Rhyme
intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.
neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality played portentously…
innocence irrigated…
blind.
intoxicated by the itch;
you scratch
my back like a kitten.
my feet and knees
find your warm precipices
of carnal knowledge.
together we learn
there’s an inner universe;
exploration
of mysterious habitation.
in practice, in habit
tingling of dendrites
over and over again.
intoxication’s jealous—
jumps for joy
at your touch…
knows where your headed
north or south…
intoxicated by extremes,
the shudder of sensuality,
shamelessness of dreaming
in your bed, calling only
your name, stamped
with approval— our’s,
story comes to
a climactic conclusion—
Your Welcome.
9/9/2021
“I'' Contest New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
carnal knowledge, marriage, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Watch me creep upon your virgin abode
without a husbandry humping request
to take what is mine from no/mo/mojoe months of
exsocietal solutiservititude of sexlessages unimpressed.
Finally, the the universaladity of our fauxphysicosexual spirits melding
into a one promiscus misspromise delegated by past powers
at be to a false fulminate the sexual prose prowess that we hide
in the nether neath of neutral neuder nuisances hopefully negating
turn raging torrent treasures into mystical monument molecular
memories into that never non-known nil complacent coiture of everpresent
For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge destitiute desires, drearily socialsoft
shifting freefall forever orgofaked fawned populace pleasures deso
designated by an eager ego-stential ergo everpresent freudian fliked flaked frail fixed feverent list of lost lucid loveless latent ladies and gential guised gilded gentlemen to go gonad gender hide a post penal predisposition to pissed off passionate penetration for the sake of wifeful wishes and mistress missed moments of heretofore hideous hiden and psuedo sexual seek/sought preluplentitudes to the other side of a risky/retro recreational ripe respite religiousness that alter states the sociosick
sanctioned **** covert severences, residue that fecal foments our current agast crestridge a----ffairs.
The TimWeiner takes all is fair in love and Warr-----anties;wishful textinking.
E X tendedness will costco create yr penalpussypoliticoplentypiousness. Third party poster plates plenititudes procrastinating???
Fair and balanced banalaties beliguered by biased bigot blogosites. Get Real and How love stinks?
Categories:
carnal knowledge, education, freedom, love, political,
Form:
Free verse
The accidental sea
See how it washes over me.
How the waves struggle against the shore.
Leaving the sea far behind in its wake
The clouds are beckoning them ashore.
The moon pushes them on even further
What secret knowledge holds it in place?
Kiss by kiss you uncover its secret
As we then partake in carnal knowledge.
She glides over him like a butterfly on its first wings.
The accidental sea.
See how it washes over me.
How the waves snuggle against the shore.
Leaving the sea far behind in its wake
The clouds are beckoning them ashore.
The moon pushes them on even further.
What secret knowledge holds it in place?
Kiss by kiss you uncover its secret.
As we then partake in carnal knowledge.
She glides over him like a butterfly.
As the moon watches over them from her perch.
Watch how the waves snuggle against the shore.
For dark are the secrets we keep.
I want to know which version sounds better. 1 or 2. OR, Should I combine them? I wrote them Wednesday night 3 / 4/ 2015
Categories:
carnal knowledge, longing, love,
Form:
Rondeau
Chosen Mountain
I hear the stillness onto many whispers of the lowlands call
At times like this, I felt so very energetic and tempted to answer
Silently they're offering me to be known as a free dwelling woman
Without any recluse to my knowledge abide and having to conquer.
Viewing the massive mountains in front of me, makes me want to climb
It's beckoning to me to make a movement to approach and ascend
So graciously I took a more climatic approach of a lesser path
Then all at once when I skillfully crossed round a slippery bend.
To my utmost astonishment came to a conclusion, I cannot choose both
So then I chose to take the path less traveled and be so very wise
Temporarily this will determine to conclude to my own destiny of fate
Need I say, I had chosen the Himalayan Mountains.
I knew that with my well-skilled grace of arts they'd be less stress and strain
For I've been known to keep a firm stronghold only by climbing
So that in the end I will rise above all the craven of the plane
For in my life, I've always enjoyed hiking and mountain climbing
That I do have the carnal knowledge to choose the right mountain
And initially I shall forever stay straight forth and keep on ascending.
07/10/2015
Categories:
carnal knowledge, appreciation, mountains,
Form:
Free verse
Oh I'm sorry I didn't get it,
not to worry I won't forget it.
In order to win, it's not the contest,
but rather the spin. The more stupid
the parameters, the more ignoresponses
from amateurs. The more moronic the
directions, the more sophomoric
the reactions. Could u b more
histrionic in your language
glucolic, never ending of cliché
pre ponderunceses of innane
uninteresting plainjane, U r a poet because u
have PAID the big $$$ dues and have special
powers of words/phrase lifeology. All will be yours
in member recognition, regardless of yr ignonill offerings
according to this site NOTALENTU.
True is the phrase you
really do get what u pay for. (Please don't end a sentence
with a preposition?)
Real words, dimensions come from a place within;
deep, dank, dark non existant and incoporeal of anything reality based.
U can't pull emo tensions off the top like adding cream
to yr coffee. Poetry is a gutterial personification of the fecal life
that inhabited u as an earthling offspring not chosen
to a family of illgotten gain origin. Given the noncapacity to provide the common
requirements for sociosill survival.
All of u can smooch my **** premise, bend over to shake my
gonadal good interntions as u pissprose praise one another
each other as OMG, yr choice of emotional integrity resonates with my
soulful intent to do better in the world. Throw up here. Vomit
victims filled remorse and no coital containment
u must be kidding when u set up these contests and yr stupid
rules that only u r to privy. To make yrself look literate above all others.
U stink like a skunk that is dead in a trunk. Oh the stinch
is so much that my nose I must pinch. Get off yr high
horse and get with the crowd, as yr present purpose I must protest
to LOUD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Write what u feel and For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge
forget the rest. Bend over.
Categories:
carnal knowledge, character, corruption, feelings, poets,
Form:
Free verse
How the thought of her smiling, sick, rude face
repels me. What ever was I thinking?
My time lost in her sickening embrace
was loathsome, base, gross, foul, vile, and stinking!
O, why gave I myself to one so whorish?
So eager was I to love; young, naive,
and simple, I failed to see then how boorish
she was—so blinded was I to receive
her. In hindsight, I would undo the past,
and remain forevermore a virgin—
pure, and chaste! No shame's in that; but the waste
of not reserving myself was my sin.
For me, carnal knowledge came at great price;
I've learned my lesson, and I'll not err twice!
Categories:
carnal knowledge, memory, sin, woman,
Form:
Sonnet
FINGERS
An ultimate reach to the tips of desire,
That heavenly touch
Overrules the mind, sets afire
Salesman, preacher, teacher,
All circle, point, sign,
Being quite unconscious of their design
Fingers may travel a path of their own,
Having shape, body, joints,
Purpose down to the bone
And when all that’s left is final reflex,
Warmth, carnal knowledge gone,
The very tips will bid adieu before one moves along
Dave Austin
Categories:
carnal knowledge, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Oh, you’re a club-tie glad-hand social climber
If e'er there were one, Milo Minderbinder
A meticulous craft, your quest for domination
Your smile so bowed, so proud of your lofty station
Your well-known carnival of carnal knowledge
A cornucopia of knowing carnage
The next home remodel, a newer, younger model
stole into your wine cellar, then uncorked the bottle
The old ball and chain got chained, and bald, and old
From divorce, then cancer, then down the six foot hole.
But none will sue when you’re under your newest Nun
God’s Son knew, nothing new under the sun
Skipping blithely through fortune’s emerald fields
Shh! Do you hear karma at your heels?
5/30/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Revised 10/1/24
"Modern Sonnet"--couplet rhymes, loose with the metric feet
Categories:
carnal knowledge, character, vanity,
Form:
Sonnet
VIRGIN
Virginity made a promise to always remain a virgin
It’s all pride and dignity; so careful, least all will cave in
She got the deep well locked; not even her fingers can go in
She describes it all as homage to morality and the sixth law
Ignorant of any canal knowledge of man; she doesn’t know the excitement there is to cum
She is keeping to the doctrine that maintains that all should keep their virginity
Virginity is virtue we heard; all we witness now is lack of opportunity
Many claim to be virgins by unbroken hymen; though their mind is all slutty
Have all and leave one; have fun but no ****.
She has not known a man but sure sucked the little man
The boy is a virgin but has got his fingers impersonating the little man
He swears to be a virgin that hasn’t holed a girl but busy making the hole with his hand
He has no carnal knowledge of a lady; but knows how to make his little man stand
He is still a virgin but serves his anus to man as a ****
It’s funny that the young nun is sucking her own breast and fingering her own ****
The church is her smokescreen alibi; broadcasting the virtue in virginity
Virginity is dead; has no value and shows no integrity
The contemporary time has forgotten if any value was ever attached to that word
This is clearer than the Babylonians hand-writing on the wall; no need for a visionary
Crystal said clear! Virginity lost its virginity; just another word in the dictionary...
Lordvip
August,2013.
Categories:
carnal knowledge, fun, girl, truth, integrity,
Form:
Classicism
THE browning Version
ET> Unstrung heros Premonition
Enemy of the State
Good will hunting
Mystery, Alaska The family man
Galaxy Quest Hook ghost busters
CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
5 easy pieces Last American Hero
WITNESS
High fidelity
PULP FICTION
HEIST
Waterworld The Big Lebowski
GO TO WHITE CASTLE---DEAD PRESIDENTS
the scarlet letter
Nixon
3,000 miles to Graceland
Luke 11:9
Categories:
carnal knowledge, age,
Form:
Free verse
The hazy morning dew of spring
Glitters as a Sheppard’s son
Envelops a gentle fawn
On equally wobbly knees.
Clear blue summer afternoons
Shine as a man
Wrestles the mighty lion
On legs of iron.
Foggy chill-winter nights
Freeze as a grey-haired man
Nods to a inky crow
On sticks of wood.
Between hypnagogic trances
And vivid hallucinations
The flats, sharps, and rests
Of tones reflect off
A Queen Alexandria’s wings
As the Monarch soars by
At seventeen miles per hour.
Taking place in dreams and time.
Insomnia begins to blend
Real and fantasy
Today and tomorrow
Then and now
Who and how
Misty harbors of psyche
Attain carnal knowledge
On the grassy knoll of
Psilocybin. Exploding
Inside a weary head
With finger paints
On a black canvas.
Fickle now the transcendence
Of the color spectrum
As it aligns to those
Who die and are dying
Categories:
carnal knowledge, life
Form:
Light Verse
Strangers from across the room
in a crowded reception hall,
somehow catch each other's eyes
and in rapture they both fall.
Coquettish smile meets sinister grin,
all other guests becoming a blur;
mystery blends with a touch of intrigue
foreshadowing what might next occur.
Social distractions interfere
and their gaze gets lost in the crowd;
they wander and mingle, pretending to care
but their thoughts are high on a cloud.
Fate plays her kismet card
and they finally meet face to face;
neither one of them utters a word
as they duck into a private place.
Buttons unbutton; zippers unzip;
moaning they try to suppress -
eager to give everything that they have,
carnal knowledge is a success.
Totally exhausted, with smiles on their face,
they slowly reassemble their attire;
one last kiss, with nary a word,
back to the proceedings they retire.
Strangers from across the room,
once again their eyes do meet;
he winks at her; she smiles at him,
and he steps out onto the street.
Categories:
carnal knowledge, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
9toes
The bloody 9toes needed boots,
Cos he had just nine toes,
Big toe in the back wheel had slipped,
Push bike has caused his woes,
got him for carnal knowledge, Merle,
But all he dug was dirt,
Riding the ten bob, dollar, Shirl,
Poor will got bruised an hurt,
Later on he went way north,
To get another lady,
The bridge crossed was fifty feet below,
Got airborne flying maybe,
Cunnamulla fella, buried him,
The local ladies wept,
Nine toes had now crossed the styx,
And Charon was perplexed …
Don Johnson
Categories:
carnal knowledge, adventure,
Form:
Ballad