Best Dipping Poems

With her first words she mesmerized his soul,
Of rose water and lavender was her aroma,
Her tip tap of her fairy tale walk was majestic,
A woman of status still in her prime of depth and note, 
Wisps of red-hot curls, floating out of control adding
To her...

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By Dipping The Pen

By dipping the pen
We open our mouths
And become responsible
For all that comes out.

Written by John Posey
8/16/14

Entered in PD’s Contest
“Any poem under five lines #2”...

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One fine day, as hot as Hades,
Six respectable old ladies
Decided they would take a trip
Before the winter chill could nip.

They drove out to the countryside
With rolling hills and river wide.
The place was quiet, full of charm,
But, oh dear me, the weather warm.

Gran became a trifle...

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The waves are lapping,do I dare to say
that they are tickling my bare bottom so.
And I am laughing out loud as we play.
My sweet darlin' and I go toe-to-toe
as into the deep blue yonder we go.
He traces all the freckles on my back;
it seems he...

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The water looks so inviting,
walking on private property;
Hanging out by the boats at night,
going where we have never been;

‘Keep Out!’ sign exhilarating!
We could hop in but have to flee;
Mellow out under the moonlight,
feeling the waves lap at our skin;

Clothing disappears not in sight;
Skinny dipping is...

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A misty fog dissipates with Dawn's first light,
         yet a glaze of morning dew lingers.
               And a splendiferous sun slowly rises,
  ...

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We are at the junction of the Little River and the Ottawa River,
journeying into the Canadian wilderness by canoe, the
paddles stroke slowly into the water, paddles heavily incised
with vines and flowers, and I am dipping my hair into the deep blue.
Spirit, is a native man...

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And  this boundless moment arrives
For  late noon’s sunset to drop its glimmer--
In  one final hour, the immense ray succumbs
Clutching with it  a vastness, brilliant;

And the hue of  moonshine daintily peeps,
That through sky’s tableau, a portrait hangs low
While this juncture between...

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Skinny Dipping in your love
to gentle coos of mourning dove;
(dreams that I’ve been dreaming of)
while lying ‘neath the stars above.

Love so deep, cerulean blue,
dive in head first, this love ensue;
dreams of hearts that touch anew
make ripples in this brilliant hue.

Love so warm like mineral spring
that...

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DIPPING MY QUILL IN MOON-INK

Lantern swings, overhead, in brilliant thought

Moonglow tickles the writer’s plumage

Nightingale’s nom de plume

Opus tweets out sweet lyrics.

Recklessly romantic in clinging full-length nightgown

9/30/2017
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Hot nubile maidens in the nude,
    All extroverts with attitude.
    Curvaceous figures well endowed,
    Slink down the staircase heads unbowed.
    Provocative, with open arms,
    Displaying all their female charms.
 ...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I'm a politician but I'm not one who the people can trust.
Like Bill Clinton I'm fat and full of lust.
For years i've been dipping into the till.
I take a thousand here, a thousand there, it's easy to steal.
I drive a Porsche...

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He was angry with me today
Bottled up frustration
Kicked the soul out of him
And his love for me

He hates me today
I hate myself
But he would say
Darling, you always have...

This is me
Dipping in and out
Of sorrowful and euphoria
I smile and I cry

He has always been
My escort
Carrying my...

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Sparus Anus
The rectal Bream
is a wayward Bream
Known to insert into
uncovered channels.
Especially when in 
fragrance infused waters. 
So women
keep covered. 
by a fabric strong.
Or spend a few hours
horizontal face down....

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Heart does butterfly flips
When he kisses Lilly lips
Breeze blows blues away
At ease spring lovers at play

A little nip at his neck
Tender makes soft and wet
Forehead with beads of sweat 
Touches of love never forget

Sundress glows in gold rays
Story told of bold soul days
That now shows...

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