Best Decadently Poems
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.
Categories:
decadently, senses, sensual,
Form:
Quatrain
Waking up at 3am
Yearning a touch
Soft and kind and oh so right
Still dark
Dark obsidian dust
Sparkling in the dark
Feels like a dream
But remembers
The hands held
His scent
Faintly lingering
In the smoke of
Burning cigarettes
How decadently
Oh so sweet
That Post song
Still playing
In my head
Both singing the words
Everything
Oh so natural
It wasn't just
A spark
It was more
It was
The warm cozy fire
Burning over the logs
I knew I was
Finally home
At last
Categories:
decadently, dark, lonely, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
NATIVE AMERICAN LORE
Mother Earth, Sister Moon
Noble nomads of their legend lands
Who praise all life with sacred sands
Oh Mother Earth who they protect
And wilfully warn all of our neglect
They sing and dance with Sister Moon
As the children laugh with great attune
Spirits of the rocks and plants give a listen
While the seeding stars above gladly glisten
Of perpetually profound wisdom they do speak
Our sisters and brothers their love we do seek
The journey of Man will decadently decrease
Until we listen to the Elders of ‘The First Peace’.
Poem between images is a quote from an American Native Elder...
MP3...Cherokee Morning Song-Native American Flute Music, By Mark Akixa
02.10.2017
NATIVE AMERICAN LORE - Contest
Sponsored by: Frank Herrera
Categories:
decadently, culture, earth, native american,
Form:
Rhyme
The decrepit Winter door drudges open drearily,
And with it, delivers a deluge of drunken delight--
Soft succulent sapphire skies violate my visions,
I stand suffused with muse and mystery in moiety;
A masked man in vast lands of vivacious vehicles,
Each infusing ineffable idyllic ideas into my mind;
Black and blue sockets, eyes beaten by the barrage,
Blinded by the balmy birth of a blistering breed;
This season on Earth, first fauna felt after the melt,
Helps herald the harbingers of heavenly halcyon;
Spring-suede-sod serenely softens somnolent steps,
Woken from within Winter's weary woebegone walls;
Lunges of my lithe legs leave languid lassitude lost,
A grimace graciously gone I gambol glorious groves;
Ethos ebulliently erupting into opulent olfactory scents,
Precious-painted-petals, the smell of perfumed petrichor;
Vestigial vents of weather'y whiffs and feather'y sniffs,
Revolvers of rhapsodic rays release heat upon my rust;
Consummate creations cascading comely conflations,
Slowly saunter splintered shadows of snowy sorrow;
A demure dalliance decadently drizzled in dulcet desire,
My forgotten fear of yesterday's forever falling flakes;
An everlasting elixir of eloquently enchanting equinox,
Fixes my frostbitten flaws and forges fresh life until Fall;
March 17, 2016
Categories:
decadently, change, nature, seasons, spring,
Form:
Free verse
- Echo in Gloom-
Lost in the dark bordello of doom
Only a plop echoed in gloom
Cathedral of crystal
A cave become tomb
The bats and the owls
Hold the keys to these rooms
As saline tears keep falling drop for drop
Silently forming crystal chandeliers
A quarter of an inch
Over millions of years
Spikes and thorns or bishops and pawns
Decadently clothed defiantly posed
Dare to expose challenging those
Pillars of salt crusty old stalactites
Formed by a river of tears
Ladies of the night
Silently drop - quietly stop
Ploppity plop - ploppity plop
Categories:
decadently, gothic, mythology,
Form:
Free verse
AS OPIUM OPINED
On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as the flaming fireplace splashed dancing and ever changing shapes and shadows upon the wall of imported Spanish clay
Images you imagined and described in such a childlike and universally unique way
It was a moon’s minute after the joy of a snowball throwing and love growing day
“Oh honey, that shadow looks like a cameo of a lady from the eighteen hundreds who once knitted two pairs of mittens for her twins
And that one looks like a guppy with his flighty colored fins”
I was left breathless at your beauty and the fantasy you wove with wonder bewitched by your giggle witnessed to by your winsome and wide eyes
As you allowed a fairy tale combined with youthfulness to become our guide
We were already middle aged but the middle of that night created the height of heat
And your attempts to decadently decorate the dull spaces in the living room of my life were deemed complete
The shadows still danced upon the wall but our eyes were shut tightly and forthrightly while wrapped in a mystically magical embrace
You wanted those shadows to remain alive so I stoked the logs just in case
As the fire fueled passion while I gazed at your silhouette so silken and sleek
Then we closed our eyes once again and let our lips, although silent, begin to speak
They swore allegiance and reliance for the two of us to share
While the fire flickered on with finesse and fiery flair
My head would have been in the clouds but the nighttime sky projected only stars
and swear I your countenance of comeliness could heal even the scars on Mars
while you formed words akin to the purest Oriental opiate that sent me two galaxies high
But those words, as did the shadows cast, faded at your final and forever “goodbye”
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
Categories:
decadently, angst, night, fire, fire,
Form:
Free verse
'Let him who is without sin cast the first stone...'
...I am a sinner...are you?...
My shadow walks before me in curmudgeon corridors of space and time
Silent screams of the bellowing banshee warning me of my cumulous crime
One step away from haunting hell seductive shadows pull my skeletal soul
Living in a declivitous dwell trying to escape my hallucinogenic hellion hole
Sweet sleep of death come before me to burry my transcendent thoughts
Within my banished breath I lie lingering as my cadaver remorsefully rots
The sanguineous stench of sorrow breathing in the anguished accusive air
Entombed like a pharaoh my shadows sanctioned as the eyes begin to stare
Walking thru damnation gates I do the demon dance with deceiving desire
For my own demise awaits as I decadently distill in the dungeon funeral fire
I pray my dormant ashes awaken to liberate my sanctimonious sinful ways
Absorbing lachrymal lashes slowly I step to come out of this beguiling blaze.
Aug.12.2017
The Poet's Shadow
Sponsored by: Greg Barden
Categories:
decadently, deep, sin,
Form:
Rhyme
What do you do with a heavy heart?
As it is thrown to sea and slowly drifts apart
What do you do with a terrified tear?
As it fills with sorrow and frivolous fear
What do you do with a shattered smile?
When it is marooned on an isolated Isle
What do you do with a skeletal soul?
As it is condemned to a hellish hole
What do you do with an egregious Earth?
Decadently decaying as it loses its mirth
They gather within the dumpsters of the deep
As they stare back and woundingly weep.
July.18.2016
Garbage - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
decadently, abuse, analogy, depression, heartbroken,
Form:
Couplet
You are my fatal weakness,
my dark covered light
Got those piercing, dark-green emerald eyes,
and an alien heart shaped like kryptonite
And I hear the dirge words from my favorite song playing:
The beautiful ones always make you cry
You are my decadently Delilah,
my cup of steamy, evening nightshade
Though I be your lover Superman
with a Samson tan,
you cut my strength away with a dark-green razor blade
And I cry
like a dove,
Baby, baby why
As I can't turn away from the gaze
of your killer kryptonite eyes
While I hear the dirge drone of my favorite song constantly saying:
The beautiful ones always make you cry
And I'm certain too,
as I wipe the dark-green tears from your eyes,
that your kryptonite lips
will give me a sorrowful, sad kiss when I die
Now at peace, I close my eyes,
holding your kryptonite heart close to mine
And your radiant lips are aglow,
flaming fluorescent, bright light-green lime
As echoes of these dirge words from my favorite song starts fading:
The beautiful ones, they hurt you every time
Poem for the Your Favorite Song contest
Favorite song: Beautiful Ones
Artist: Prince
Sponsored by: Alexis Y
Submitted: April 10, 2017
by Freddie Robinson Jr.
aka Romantic Warrior
Categories:
decadently, emotions, passion, relationship, sad
Form:
Rhyme Royal
Dropping sorrow and sadness from anguish skies of melting madness
My love has not been fed within cumulous clouds that lachrymal shed
Each drop of redemptive rain contains my cascading camouflaged pain
I’m left blindly behind battered and bound in a cancerous cave confined
Walking within diminished darkness a wounded and contorted carcass
I’m decadently drowning in a whirlpool a whining frustrated fading fool
When in losing love I’m boiling a pressured atmosphere forever coiling
Volcanoes in eruption love will see me through all deceiving disruption.
Aug.16.2017
Atmospheric Pressure
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
decadently, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Cell in every cell of my body,
I sense your every heartbeat.
Dreaming always of your most intricate, dancing feet.
Savoring our secret special liquor.
Seeing those dark loving,luminous olive eyes.
Desire, still alive under twinkling, magical skies.
Endless and deep as the Nile, those sensuous smiles.
And, yes, still decadently so utterly beguiled!
Into a poetess you have me transformed,
By your Arcadian charms~~groomed and warmed.
Into a poetess, by your love in truth, I was born.
You, the elixir of my life, that keeps my pen flowing!
The springtime of my life, even if it is snowing!
March 21, 2020
1:30pm PST
Categories:
decadently, happiness, love, poetess,
Form:
Rhyme
I am violent
speaking over peace.
I help those who love me
weep
as joy grows too remotely possible.
I am always angry without cause
for love.
I lie
when truth feels too vulnerable,
intimate.
I kill inconvenient life
to decompose decadently apathetic death.
I evil in ecological despair
rather than healthy live
with more curious polycultural faith.
Categories:
decadently, anger, death, depression, evil,
Form:
Political Verse
Carnival without merit, affinity, and association
Brash, bellowing band bleeting notes in oscillation
Circus creatures cavorting about with every unseemly provision
Cascading, carnival chorus clanging through every subdivision
Haughty, kilted henchmen trotting in front of the procession
Decadently-dressed damsels fawning at mock adulation
Coarsely-clad clowns tromping along in derision
Freaky, festooned floats fluttering through every alley and intersection
Ghastly garlands strewn about with every drunken petition
Teaming, throbbing townspeople on marauding mission
Corrupt Councilors culled and paraded about in degradation
Frugal, free-loading foragers scraping up every token donation
Vacuous, votive vendors profitting from their abnegation
Ebullient, enterprising entrepreneurs scalping without aversion
Categories:
decadently, fantasy
Form:
Rhyme
don't even think about it
a bucket of motel ice in the face
proving the thing in itself does not exist
because he registered all the meanings all the time
with a nausea so profound
the retching never ended
rearranging all my proteins
in a hypnotic anarexo-bulemic frenzy
I marched to the beat of crawling flesh
an x-rated dermatologist tattooed Celtic blue
in an idiot ritual purification
couldn't find a long-haired dog for winter
settled for an inferno of intrigue and dissipation
in a tin shack at the edge of an endless swamp
it wasn't serenity that's a rock solid fact
the horse hairs stung across his butt
Mistress Cheetah grabbed the microphone
she had saved him from pointlessness in the past
weaving many paths upon his terrain
in a fairy tale about fairy tales
fear swept the land as a craving for snacks
the ones who get no peace rose in rebellion
ridden by that cancer of abuse
the great canon that we are but animals
the Brahmins and their bullies faced extinction
so they cut a deal to escape the cro magnon hordes
coldly calculating the cost to nations
in a curious mix of apoplexy and daring
trying to duplicate the distortions of time
a grandiose epic on the nature of Nature
and the desert of human intellect
clanked and hummed into bloom
an infectious enthusiasm swept the palisades
curing the sick and raising the dead
bypassing the humiliation of needing to lie
now if that doesn't please your ghost
here's something that will
I'll give you the formula now
in a dance of erupting minutae
if the West is decadently feudal
the East is feudaly decadent
this is my message to Earth
multiply yourself by yourself
and avoid counterfeit soothsayers
like you avoid a broken pin ball flipper
in a sea of hard financial assets
some of the angels are stuffed dolls
and confabulate without knowing it
where everyone is a game piece
tell me what is not measured
like wild geese honking through the night
part of a vast migration of souls
with the moon low and full
in a time of riches and knowing
in a teasing ****** of ignorance
in a power surge that spiked through the wires
the closer to the pillar you stood
the more transparent it all became
end of transmission
Categories:
decadently, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
OPIUM OPINES
On the mantle of my memory over fantasy’s fireplace is the remembrance of that one most precious evening when snow consecrated and baptized our roof along with its promise of a childish sleigh ride in the morning
But that single cherished night meant so much more than the next violet colored dawning
We watched as the flaming fireplace placed dancing and ever changing shapes and shadows upon the wall of imported Spanish clay
Images you imagined and described in such a childlike and universally unique way
It was a moon’s minute after the joy of a snowball throwing and love growing day
“Oh honey, that shadow looks like a cameo of a lady from the eighteen hundreds who once knitted two pairs of mittens for her twins
And that one looks like a guppy with his flighty colored fins”
I was left breathless at your beauty and the fantasy you wove with wonder bewitched by your eyes witnessed so winsome and wide
As you allowed a fairy tale combined with youthfulness to become our guide
We were already middle aged but the middle of that night created the height of heat
And your attempts to decadently decorate the dull spaces in the living room of my life were deemed complete
The shadows still danced upon the wall but our eyes were shut tightly and forthrightly while wrapped in a mystically magical embrace
You wanted those shadows to remain alive so I stoked the logs just in case
As the fire fueled passion while I gazed at your silhouette so silken and sleek
Then we closed our eyes once again and let our lips, although silent, begin to speak
They swore allegiance and reliance for the two of us to share
While the fire flickered on with finesse and fiery flair
My head would have been in the clouds but the nighttime sky projected only stars
and swear I your countenance of comeliness could heal even the scars on Mars
while you formed words akin to the purest Oriental opiate that sent me two galaxies high
But those words, as did the shadows cast, faded at your final and forever “goodbye”
© 2010…..free cee!
Categories:
decadently, angst, night, fire, fire,
Form:
Monorhyme