Best Dewed Poems
You don’t know this woman
You haven’t got a clue
This paragon of beauty
Is a mystery to you
You think that I’m so gentle
You think that I am tame
That’s just to get you going
And trap you in my game
You think that I’m so giving
You think that I am sweet
But I’ve come to devour
And you’re my tasty treat
You are a man of steel now
But you’ll melt under my gaze
You'll toss and turn in torment
Eyes blurred in love sick daze
You think you can withstand me
I laugh at your demise
Your body burns like kindling
You're scorched by smoldering eyes
My hands are fierce and vicious
I tear to reach the prize
Then sear your flesh at will
Press in to sturdy thighs
My lips, they ravish your lips
My mouth burns down your neck
My tongue brands all your body
Leaves you a melting wreck
You cry out in your moment
You clutch my hair, you sigh
No ease in the momentum
Till flaring flames run dry
You pant in sheer delirium
I speak the words you need
I coax you to the heights now
My wanton passion freed
The world explodes around us
Inside is molten fire
I’ve rocked you to the heavens
But I’ve sated MY desire
And when the blaze is over
I lick your sweat dewed face
I smile the smile of triumph
And leave without a trace
PRACTICE FOR SEDUCTION CONTEST! ;)
The ground is damp
it bleeds through my thin cotton skirt.
Crest born, I sit and wait the dawn.
My fingers weave into the high rye grass.
The house below is quiet still.
The children sleep.
The dog’s with me.
We sit high upon the hill.
Peaceful heart, Venus I spy
the morning star, the moon, and dawn,
God could see them in my eyes a tilt.
Barefoot bliss, Champ for a pillow
down I lie and sigh.
The children sleep.
My man’s returned.
Now, we sit high upon the hill.
He lies with me. Grass stains my skirt.
He weaves dewed daisies in my hair.
Crest born we writhe beneath the sky
above our farm on prairie grass.
The house below is quiet still.
The children sleep.
The dog runs home.
We sit high upon the hill.
Contest: Into Night's Dwelling
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Date: 1/8/14
At night I'm in awe of the moon
and breezes that carry her tune
breathless I seductively swoon
for the attraction I'm not immune
through glorious fields we do tread
passions spilt out slowly have bled
chapters once scripted are read
together our fears now have fled
footsteps a plenty I've taken
sights I have seen not mistaken
beauty in eyes now awakened
bonds were built but not shaken
dreams coming true that are real
a soft kiss on your lips I shall steal
two hearts draw close I can feel
an infinite love we reveal
at your side I do gallantly stand
pledged firmly on your left hand
each day spontaneous not planned
capture riches of this bountiful land
sweet smells of honey dewed grass
a doe and her new fawn quietly pass
the pond peaceful unblemished glass
in harmony it's God's perfect mass
03/22/2016
When morning comes and grass is dewed,
one looks beyond the window's view
The crimson sky, announces you
You spread a warmth, with revelry,
You take our breaths, you awe the eyes
Old friend, possessor of the sky,
you tint each cloud while passing by
O' morning friend, O' rising sun…You never fail to come !
Over the rooftops, over my lawn, over the crest of early dawn
Warming,………greeting,…………….skimming along…….
You come each day, to blush my face, your gentle fingers know the way
From morning’s path, long past noon, from east to west, a well worn task
You race across the time and space, an ancient clock, while keeping pace
And as the twilight comes too soon, you blaze a trail with redder hues
And ‘tho I know how soon you’ll go… I wonder why I miss you so…?
My brilliant friend, O' setting sun, it’s time to wave a sad farewell
I wonder why, when fading dim, you play for me, a sadder song?
Yet, still I’m here, in silent awe, to watch you burn away
Slowly………fading………………………………………gone
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The grass "dewed" in spring’s early morning shimmer
Upon a crocus lay an "alula" in the sun with a glimmer
A symbol of many flights on every "level" there is to be
Whether it be "solos" or those together, feeling free
Often at "noon" Robin hop across the sunny land
Their "stots" fun to watch, then so still they do stand
Summer brings the "pop" of fireworks in the sky to see
Hummingbirds, "kayak", cookouts and bumble bee
Fall for me can sometimes bring on a "doom mood"
As fun summer "sagas" end, squirrels scramble for food
Winter looms but "live not evil", for there is Christmas "Eve"
Followed by Christmas, a "tenet" most important to believe
Heidi Sands
9/26/18
*Placed 2nd in Palindromes 2 Contest.
One palindrome for each sentence.(oops one sentence has 2) Difficulty getting the bold to work for the words.
Dewed - Past tense verb of wet
Alula - Broken bird's wing
Level - Horizontal plane above or below given point
Solos - Plural for one singular person
Noon - Midday
Stots - Bounces
Pop - Explosive sound
Kayak - Canoe of a type used originally by the Inuit, made of light frame
Doom Mood - Feeling of things going badly or to get worse
Sagas - Long stories of achievement
Live Not on Evil - Choice not to live evil
Eve - Period of time immediately before an event
Tenet - Principle of belief, especially one of the main principles of religion
The Little Ballerina
At the same old corner, at the same old crossing,
was a large white mansion with a girl’s spirit roaming.
Wearing heavy damp shoes and dewed bits of cloth,
a man enters, making little of the little ballerina’s wrath.
Wiping off the caked mud on his shoe,
as he climbed up the stairs of Italian marble,
with his top tilted to see the dresser move,
a hand gripped his hip, thrashing him down.
A horrible face that occurred before him,
smiled showing its sharpened pearls.
With fright flowing down his spine,
the waft of blood made him hurl.
Wiggling away from the heavy grope,
Smuggling down his own breath,
he ran out of the palace,
and pledged to never look at it forth.
Streaks of orange hue
Burst as dewed flowers
Remind me anew,
Of lost sundown hours
When eyes bid adieu.
#3:.“One day I saw the sun set forty-four times!' …
'You know, when you're feeling very sad,
sunsets are wonderful.
Noble and wise watchers they be
‘Homage resounds in that Melodious Crawing that their salute too the great all and Everything begins too Herald.
upward
‘and downwards
‘with purpose and respect ,
Ancient remembrance’s of always dancing this new day’s magic’s too be .
A Broyvy of Avian lore that resounds eternal amongst ‘and through the mightiest of the peacefully standing giants there is .
Renard lays still in that golden dewed meadow ,
feeling the warmth of the new mornings star ‘his powers of invisibility also now at rest .
gentlefolk from the forests deep and peering out from secret hiding’s ‘respectfully listen with attentiveness in all that is being sung .
This murder is majestic in its sounds ‘and Mysterious in its wondrous morning Call .
Mom’s garden blushed with flowers on our lawn
Recalling youth’s zest of fancy-free tread:
I stand here by an old lamppost , in thought
And imagine dewed clusters overhead.
How I loved jasmines fondled by the breeze,
Where treetops glow with moonlit autumn skies
That forever mark a part of charm in me…
Oh, sweet are memories from joyful eyes.
Although walls have crumbled under time’s hand
Those blooms still grace remains of long ago;
As every scent, petal fills my yearning heart
When I see jasmines through all seasons’ flow.
9/4/2017
Bittersweet Contest for Kevin Shaw
WRITING THE SAGA OF LOVE
Long time ago on the eve of a memorable New Year
we met while you lay on the dewed grass of meadow.
The soft sun shone on the noon sky, spotless clear,
your face glimmered, I could only say,‘wow’.
I saw the crimson roses peep at you in envy
for your supple cheeks couldn’t be redder.
In your eye dreams of our future I could see,
you haven’t gone since then out of my radar.
Our long journey began from the top spot of bliss,
we shared happily whatever from life we did get.
The tenet of togetherness we had never taken amiss
for we haven’t finished writing sagas of our love yet.
May 7, 2018.
The garden bids me: “sit, relax”
We all, in time, shall bud and bloom
Scent the air with essence of our soul
Slowly wilt as season’s take their toll.
Bask in the touch of spring-times idle kiss
Touch the dawn dewed edges of her breath
Feel the gentle tones of stirring joy
As Spring is more than Winter’s feeble ploy.
Come also ‘neath the moon’s reflective gaze
Share with us the substance of the night
Listen as we sing in cool mist praise
Our quiet hymns between the sunny days.
Sit with us, succumb to blooming’s dream
For gardens are so much more than they seem.
John G. Lawless
©4/15/2023
Redder kayak dewed
rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets
Old friend you came where grass is dewed,
Dear friend, you came to start anew
A rooster crows announcing you
I stretch and yawn, and wash my face
and shuffle down to start the race
Dear friend, beyond the window's view
the dark has left, and worries too,
the bacon sizzles, the paper comes,
Old friend, I'm glad to welcome you
I let the dog out in the sun
I felt a shiver, in my bones
but soon it leaves, the chill is gone
The coffee is here to share with you
You level out, with revelry,
Your beauty takes my breath away
Old friend! Gold sunrise of the skies,
You peak, and nod while passing by
You come each day to warm my face
You race across the time and space
Old, brilliant friend, of rising sun…reviver of my soul!
Over the rooftop, over my lawn, over the crest of the early dawn
Warming,………greeting,…………….skimming along…….
You come each day, to warm my face, a built-in compass knows the way
From morning’s journey, long past noon, from east to west, a well worn path
You race across the time and space, an ancient clock, while keeping pace
And as the twilight comes too soon, you blaze a trail with redder hues
Although I know how soon you’ll go… I wonder why I miss you so…?
My brilliant friend, the setting sun, it’s time to wave a sad goodbye
I wonder why, at end of day, you play for me, a sadder song?
Old friend, I’m here, in silent awe, to watch you burn away
Slowly………fading………………………………………gone
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9/9/14
Casual kiss of night
How Nature does sleep tightly
Underneath the snow
A mass of kisses do blow now
Glitter glory brightly dewed
Summer sky shines brightly
Makes me feel so spritely dewed
As the rain falls down