Best Drop Dead Gorgeous Poems
flamingo boa
buzzard with a fashion knack
pink is the new black
January 10th 2018
Buzzards and Flamingos Poetry Contest
Anthony Slausin
Last night I met a gypsy girl,
Temptation was her name.
A breathless brazen beauty,
a drop-dead gorgeous dame.
I went to get my fortune told,
ten dollars was a steal.
This magic mystic mistress
began to play reveal.
Her gypsy dress fell to the floor,
those red lips cast a spell.
They whispered wicked warnings,
then on her knees she fell.
She purred, she arched, she hypnotized,
my legs just turned to stone.
Her frenzied fleshy flaunting
caused blood to conquer bone.
She crawled toward me on all fours
so ripe my mind did peal.
That silky sultry sex slave,
my body ached to feel.
A razor blade between her teeth
made short work of my clothes.
Her tempered tasteful teasing
finished where ardor flows.
Still paralyzed but craving more,
she swallowed my desire.
Her lavish language, luscious!
An all-consuming fire.
She laid me down onto my back
then turned her world around.
This willful wanton woman,
she offered me the mound.
I dived until I found the pearl,
her pleasure dome, my teeth.
Both fighting frenzied forces
while pleasure reigned beneath.
Our fervor flared, lit up the night,
consuming both our souls.
Our rampant raging rapture,
forever I'll extol.
She somersaulted onto lust...
a tear she did allow.
Her pounding paving pathways,
endless fields to plow.
I'd pounce upon a fling like that,
Alas... Twas but a dream!
My hardened hunger's harnessed.
temptation made it scream!
Romantic
Valentino,
nicknamed
Latin Lover.
Red-blooded, silent
movie star.
Starstruck
women swooned.
Legend
collapses. . .
his death caused
mass hysteria.
drop dead gorgeous goodbye.
red
rose smooches grave.
2/8/2020
Not for contest
Edward Ibeh’s Yalto Form
Line 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Sexiest Legs Ever In Her Short Mini-skirt
Sexiest legs ever in her short mini-skirt,
new teacher's sexy appeal made we young boys hurt.
Sixty-nine and seeing more was a young lad's dream
we were all on that dedicated lust-filled team.
Three fantastic female teachers, each broke the mold
we were still naive young boys at fifteen years old.
Our sexual desires were programmed in too deep
O' what dreams we had in our fitful sex-crazed sleep!
Looking back, our lives were eager learning curves then
we knowing much but not yet able bodied men.
Magical thoughts of passionate nights interludes
with those young sexy new teachers, none were old prudes.
Our childish little lusting thoughts, trash to be burned.
Big changing world too big, so much to be learned.
R.J. Lindley,
July 13th, 1979
12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 180
Total # Lines: 20 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 129
Note-- In 1969, our school had three new teachers, fresh from college
hired to teach. Each one was not only drop dead gorgeous but each one
dressed sexy and wore short, short mini-skirts a couple days a week.
We freshmen, most 15 years old, a few at 16 -all were put into a frenzy
and often found it hard to walk to the chalkboard when called to do a math problem..
Taxicab driver
Midnight rates apply;
Moonlight serenade
Tipsy bar crashers
Stepping out;
Cigarette break
Alcohol buffet
Free flow of beer;
Sorrows guzzled
Chit-chat combat
Happy hour banter;
Bartering progress
Too much stress
Nobody seems to know;
Things will be better
Complaints collide
Bar time gripes;
Bad bossy boss
Pain in the neck
Grumpy buffalo;
Home on the range
End of day
Work retreats;
Until tomorrow cheers
Profound exchange
Gin and tonic;
Alcoholic beverage
More and more
Of less and less;
Vodka and coke
Watering hole
Midnight Saturday;
Party till the last drop
Drop dead gorgeous
After six smoothies;
Tipsy compliance
Leon Enriquez
08 June 2014
Singapore
I used to sashay into a room
And see all the guys just stare
Now when I waddle in a room
I get cuddled like a bear
I reveled in the very fact
That I was just sizzling hot
Now I feel rather lukewarm
Marilyn Monroe I am NOT!
I used to have a tiny waist
That accentuated my breast
Now there are lots of tiny rolls
That go right up to my chest
People like to touch my arms
They remind them of a pillow
And when I walk, do watch out!
My bum does jiggle like jello
Although now I am not streamlined
Unlike Angelina Jolie
I’m still happy with who I am
Cause there’s beauty inside of me
I don’t think that a woman’s meant
To be merely some skin and bones
But rather curvaciously soft
Or her pokiness will bring groans
And yet I confess to moments
When I wish I could turn back time
I want to be drop dead gorgeous
Not skinny… but full and sublime
Well, this lament is getting lame
So I'll start the exercise craze
I still want to make men go weak
So they’ll stare at me in a daze!
But Belly Dancing won’t be fun
There just won’t be enough to shake
So maybe I’ll just stay this way
And be good...for heaven’s sake!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
He’s a boxer in a night club
Out to make a score
Sees a gorgeous chic
On the dance floor
Ready for his next move
To pull her with his hook
He crosses with a double
His upper cut shook
He’s a boxer in a night club
Too the music he moves
She kind of likes his style
Jabbing to the groves
Together they swing faster
She pins him on the ropes
But he does a counter punch
Starts rapping bout’ his hopes
I’m gonna lay it on ya’
Play it to the bone
Gonna make you mine girl
Gonna take you home
I’m gonna socket to you
Dance with all I got
Bringing home my winnings
When this final bell clocks
Challenging her movements
He circles her with pride
Quickly stepping left
To meet her inside thigh
His hand around her waist
Then twisting back in time
Now back onto the outside
To meet her crossing right
He’s a boxer in a night club
He’s bending on his knees
Ready to deliver
His hopes and all his dreams
This his final punch line
Did he make her get on down
Drop dead gorgeous
Here’s the next round
I’m gonna lay it on ya’
Play it to the bone
Gonna make you mine girl
Gonna take you home
Baby you’re knockout
You’ve lasted every round
Bringing home my winnings
When this last bell sounds
© Copyright KC.Leake
26th November 2014
All Rights Reserved
Oh, to be beautiful...
The drop dead gorgeous type
the let me revel in the hype
that follows my cat walk stride kind
Oh, to be beautiful...
the beauty pageant kind
the stop in your tracks and stare
as I throw back my raven hair
my hips swaying here and there
the too good to be true kind
Oh, to be beautiful...
airport beauty section poster kind
the stare if you dare kind
the I'll steal your soul and make you crave kind
I want to be beautiful
I want to know what it's like
to be adored with delight
Oh, oh how I would revel
in that light
But..
I'm not beautiful
I guess I have my little share,
and I really shouldn't care
about how I look or what I wear
BEWARE!!!
My poetry can cast a spell
rosy word tinted illusions that make you see
a beautiful enchantress in me
Finally.... my wish come true
I'm infinitely beautiful
beautiful to you.
Eileen Manassian
If so.
Do you like poetry?
If so, I will write something for you.
Do you need someone to love you?
If so, I will see what I can do.
Do you want to be wanted?
Do you need to be needed?
If so, I will be here for you and I will tell you my truth.
I could picture you being happy with me.
I could see us walking hand in hand.
I can still see your smile,
Each morning when I wake up from my dreams.
I think you are drop dead gorgeous!
I love your style.
I think you could be growing on me.
Only when you leave do I lose my leaves
And your summer dress is replaced with winter’s tears.
Is this the only way that it can be?
If so, you are still the only one.
The one I want to spend my time with.
You are my energy drink,
You give me wings.
You make me believe that this could really be love…
A love at long last that is bound to last
And if so and it truly is meant to last,
Then I will be forever happy,
Because I saved the best for last.
Let me be the first to compliment you on how beautiful you look today.
I took a second look,
Because a thousand horses couldn’t drag my eyes away.
I cannot just forget you;
That is something I am unable to do.
It is not every day, or any other day,
That I get to see a woman like you.
In fact it has never happened before;
You are unique.
You I could adore.
If only you would want me to.
If so, would you please tell me you want me too.
I will be over here waiting through another ice age;
Waiting for you to breathe new life into my veins.
My air; my water; my sun shine.
Say it ain’t so, or say you will always be mine.
If you want to be loved, then I will love you forever.
If you want me to go, if so, then I will be gone.
If you think you could one day fall for me like a feather,
Floating down from up above, you are sent from God,
Then here I will wait for you to land safely in my arms.
I will wait for you,
I will carry you,
I will lift you,
I will hold you,
Because you are the only one,
Who could make my chaotic mind become calm.
You could guide me to a place of peace in stormy seas.
I could love you, always, if that is what you need.
Do we share our empathy with each other?
Or am I just a loser?
I need you to tell me…please.
Here is my heart, it beats only for you.
All I say to you is true.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
My mouth is closed shut like a zipper cemented onto a pair of light blue jeans.
You don’t have to worry,
Your secret’s safe with me.
I won’t open my lips.
I’ll leave my teeth unbrushed,
But please forgive me when I say I must eat.
My secret is safe with you,
But you don’t know how hard it was to tear out my heart and store it in a box for you.
I’m mad at myself.
I’m mad that I can’t tell you how I feel.
I’m mad at our lips for never touching.
I’m mad at my mouth for never saying those three words.
I’m mad at God,
Because he made me so sentimental and kind- that I don’t resemble your average guy.
I’m mad at you for being so drop dead gorgeous.
And I’m furious with my heart because it never beats rhythmically when you’re around.
My lips are shut,
Your secret is safe.
Our love
Is nonexistent.
So I’m always perplexed when I listen to Ani DiFranco singing “I’m not a pretty girl.” I never got that because I always thought she was a pretty girl. Maybe I’m quirky that way. I mean, maybe not drop dead gorgeous or super model but pretty nevertheless. And they always tell us that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I find a lot of models to be patently boring and uninspiring with their cliché looks and figures. Worse still, a lot of the supermodels are shallow and self absorbed. I know we’re not supposed to use the “B” word but a lot of them are just total brats.
You’re a pretty girl
at least to one beholder
I hope that’s enough
Her hip goes turbulent like an air plane
As she carries her heap on her hip
She swings it like a crèche swing
She bounces her two girls like a bouncing castle
The beauty that shone in her eyes made it difficult for ugliness to lay its siege.
This beauty was made in heaven
Her figure was configured and shaped into an hour glass
Her dazzling figure caused a stare like a movie premier in silver bird
Her elegance and beauty produces an expression of the parnassien art
She is drop dead gorgeous par excellence
Her admirers would lend their two cents to behold this beauty.
She leaves her footprint in the pigment of their imagination
drop dead gorgeous men
the tripper,day tripper too
gets its religion
in high school there was this kid who had some kind of
heart problem,
he had a horrible scar where work had been done at an earlier age &
he had a story to tell if you wanted to hear it---
like so many kids who had more on their plate than they wanted to handle,
what with going through puberty & being stomped on daily by
parents, school & the surrounding authority figures that make it a place to
make themselves known,
well, most didn’t have the time---
but she, whose plate wasn’t as full as others,
because she was drop dead gorgeous,
rich, smart & destined for greatness
(as far as society was concerned),
was looking for some pain to feel,
because quite frankly, she felt little
during her teenage years.
those years when the body itself seems to be rebelling against you,
she was in perfect shape &
with perfect grades & popularity,
she needed to know what it was like to
hurt---
she felt left out by all of her classmates
whose lives were just plain
****ed up already & so,
she listened to the boy’s story.
she never had lunch with the kid
never called him on the phone
never went out with him outside of school
never gave him a ******** &
never acknowledged his presence when she was walking with her
clique,
but the day that he dropped dead on the gymnasium floor,
as a result of whatever was wrong with his heart,
she cried & cried & cried.
days & weeks later,
like some bad b-drama that you find on Lifetime,
she acted as if they had been the best of pals &
when people mentioned his death in passing
she corrected them if he didn’t say his name right or
when they made fun of him, even despite his death,
she got angry at them &
after a month had passed,
and she was right back in bed with the hottest guy the school could muster,
she still felt bad,
but she tried to block it out with her multiple orgasms &
the pot they smoked afterward.
she always said that she’d try anything once &
that pain brought on by the dead kid was something that she definitely did not want to
form a habit with.
drop dead gorgeous girl
walked in hollywood and starred
fake white,egyptian