Best Decadent Poems
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
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Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
The definition for the word decadent in this poem is the following: extremely
pleasing
The synonyms you can have in mind are the following: unrestrained and
shameless
I want to indulge in this love
To arrive at its very core
I want that delectable taste
The pleasure that it has in store
I want to revel in opulence
Luxuriate in comfort fine
To savor its decadent treats
Indulging in what is sublime
I want to relish its sweetness
To take in and not abstain
I want to be ravished by love
To give in to pleasure and pain
I want to be wild, uncontrolled
Glutted in a wanton excess
To be obsessively taken
Have my inner woman undress
Like richest silky smooth chocolate
I'll tempt, tantalize, and I'll tease
Making love to be what I want
To melt in my need to appease
Decadently decadent love
Is all that my heart and soul crave
To be lost in time and in place
To drown in a love that can save
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This is a repost. There was a time when I was deleting my poems. This was ohe of them. I have brought it back to light. Thanks for reading.
Sultry day, my tight T-shirt clings to me.
I feel the chill between my fingers.
Moist, silk against my cooling lips,
with frozen tangy fruit treats.
Luscious taste on my tongue
Melting sweetness, it's
Dripping... dripping.
Oh! Frozen
peach ice
cream...
10/23/15
windows wide open
hearing the ocean express
decadent downtime
Decadent Pecan Pie
Crunchy caramelized pecans topped with whipped cream.
By Nayda Ivette Negron
11-5-2015
For Food & Our Memory Connections
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Second Place
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tower of sweet buttered fudge
cherries smooching lips
moist chocolate wraps whipped cream
taste buds melting mounds
calorific treat
a sinful
must!
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(( for John Heck's " Eat Me Epulaeryu" ))
A tan-gray squirrel
runs along my backyard fence
dragging a fur coat
Greed's augmentation
Common good's minimization
Morality's degradation
Faith's condemnation
God's alienation
'
Man's desperation
Society's disintegration
Evil's glorification:
CHAOS' enthronization!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
15 June 2018
Of all the county’s bounty harvest
Steelcut oats got to be the humblest
Fudge muffins do seduce
Temptation's lush excuse
To have us eat small cakes for breakfast
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
dark choc'late kisses
melting slowly in my mouth --
decadent pleasure.
written 2/15/12
Entered into PD's Any poem of the week contest.
Darkened, soiled, burnt.
The maggots squirm in love.
Felt through novel nerves,
a litany betrays your senses.
Inflated corpse of blood,
it savours its own demise.
Hollowed and enlivened,
it spews poisons freely.
Plain cobbles whine,
tortured by the resident.
A meaty bit of pain,
left to lesser means.
Leaves of death flutter,
brilliantly coloured bits.
The the hour of Hell,
and the season decay.
Time passes haltingly,
not wanting to progress.
The clocks will move,
but no longer do they tock.
A rhythm of solitude,
a beating at the door.
The caution will depart,
and the flesh will descend.
Shall I give up my wings, to see the world
Give up my womanhood, to stay the girl
Strength overrated, or perhaps overlooked
self-consciousness, highly appreciated, overbooked
If we are not perfect, we're not real
If we're not spotless, we shouldn't feel
while you still have a dollar, Buy all you can
give yourself to the nearest man
Give up remnants of your self-esteem
no longer bothering to dream
No, not today, I will not give in
I've given up too much, too soon
to not feel comfort within my own skin
Shall These Words Fall, As A Corpse Into A Decadent Grave
Shall these words fall, as a corpse into a decadent grave
ignoble unto the ignorance of brainwashed masses
or by some miracle, enlightenment come forth to save
we humble poets' treasure hope, as new darkness passes?
Alas! Wretched is the fool that pines to splash bleeding ink
shouts to invisible ghosts, about coming back from the brink
or in idle hours seeks beauty that eternity dares to hide
while ripping into heart and soul, man's sad, repugnant pride?
Shall midnight shadows delight in disasters born of Love
or commands fly as winged beasts from starlit heavens above
as newborn dragons belch horrendously hot flames to slay
those that labor with gentle spirit and absolutely no pay?
Alas! Should not the act of giving without recompense
bequeath at least recognition to mend life's broken fence
for sad is fruited harvest, unleavened the molded bread
for those that so mightily work to be remembered when dead!
Shall these words fall, as a corpse into a decadent grave
ignoble unto the ignorance of brainwashed masses
or by some miracle, enlightenment come forth to save
we humble poets' treasure hope, as new darkness passes?
Robert J. Lindley, 12-27-2019
Rhyme, ( Write and labor not for vanity's sake )
Every day I am born anew
Through the mud and sludge
Of decadent dreams
And some vague remembrance
That I'm connected to my past
I stare at a mirrored reflection
I do not recognize
My cold pinching shoes feel too far away to tie
As I try to remember where I'm going and why
I try to capture that which is lost
The world that was meant for me
Is not the world in which I live
My face feels the sting of one hand clapping
My eyes focus on the world outside of my self
The colors change from ‘Dali-esque vibrancy
To being all sooty and smelling of sweat
Ahhh, ... it must be Monday and time to go back to work.
Purple people skipping down my acid trip
Warning me of the fall that is to come
If I don't escape the twisted fate that I am eating for breakfast
Diversion from reality
Divorcing misery while on vacation with hysteria
Dancing on your teacups in the crimson sky
Popping dolls, hypnotic state a thrill
Mesmerizing, suicidal fantasies of you my dear
Clever abating, suffocating control throughout the years
Was this an escape from reality or an invitation to hell?
No matter, here I wallow in your blackened abyss
Choke me silly
Laugh me still
Who am I?
Playing dolls
Fantasizing of my Barbie dream house
But, being left in this trailer park to die
Forgetting yourself
Bewitched by my emerald eyes
You fell under my spell, my love
Swallowing down the decadent dolls
That make you an amnesiac to your torment
Sliding down rainbows
Swinging wildly from the trees
Laughing loudly to the bitter silence
That has brought you to your knees
Floating words of confusion
Clouds my heart on this moonlit night
Puzzling drama rules the day
Whipping me into humble submission
Will my soul make it onto your ballot or will you vote on me another day?
Collect your signatures with your superficial smile
Take some more decadent dolls
So you'll be alive
So you'll be alive
Even though your dead inside
Take my hand to this wonderland until your memories subside
© 2008 Courtney Dyer