Best Erections Poems
A is for a**l
B is for balls
Share them or wear them
Tucked up in your smalls
C is for condoms
Of all shapes and sizes
D is for dicks
Made of chocolate for prizes
E is for enlarging erections
Oh wow!
F is for fig leaves
Worn you know how
G is for G string
Oooh very nice
H is for handcuffs
Double locked twice
I is for indecent
That sums it up
J is for juices
And not in a cup
K is for kinky
Whatever the weather
L is for lust, libido and leather
M is for mask, massage and minge
N is for naughty
Making me cringe
O is for oral
Taken at leisure
P is for pervert, ****, pimp and pleasure
Q is for quickie
If that is your need
R is for rampant rabbit
One you won't have to feed
S is for S and M
With shackles thrown in
T is for torture
Oh such a sin
U is for urinate
Some folk just love it
V is for vibrator
You know where to shove it
W is for whores, whips, willies and wellies
X is for x rated **** on your tellies
Y is for yeast
Well it does make bread rise!
And Z, well I'm f****d
So I'll say my goodbyes!
Categories:
erections, funny,
Form:
ABC
An old Ethiopian veteran of the love wars
once told a newlywed Kenyan kid:
If you want the infant marriage to survive,
make it to the golden years Mt. Kilimanjaro side
You gotta keep the giraffe standing up,
when the ecstasy mountain air gets thin at night
When you’re starting the climb,
don’t early reach
for the apex of a lovemaking climax
You gotta stay rock hard,
climbing the pleasure wall for the long haul —
Or don’t even shorty night come at all
Keep the flagpole reared tall;
because the minute your
testosterone stone levels fall,
you might as well go geld yourself
Premature burial ...
put the family jewels in a coffin box
Don’t bother to take off your pants,
might as well keep on your socks
Prepare to have plenty eunuch days
of abstinent nights
Too many failed erections
gonna get you shovels loads
of opposite sex dissatisfaction
Expect a bedroom eviction notice,
telling you to
get your droopy drawers packing
Frequent impotent performances,
gonna get her eyebrow curtains raised
So many flaccid phallic early encore excuses made
gonna get you tossed out of the bed,
and kicked downstairs onto the couch
Premature ejection is coming,
your woman’s been too long frustrated ...
doubts gon start creeping in:
Where you been,
who you seeing ...
Why you keep coming home
with your love sacs empty?
Those suspicions gon start stiffening:
She’s gonna wanna know
whose arms been keeping your bottom mind bent
You’re gonna wanna know
where in the world did your lost manhood get sent
If you don’t wanna lose access
to her intimate-starved heart,
you better start trying harder on keeping it hard
Learn to get a second wind of stamina,
too much soft effort gon get your love privilege barred
Premature pleasure aborted love
will have your armadillo snout soul dragging
Premature love not long enough
will have your elephant nose spirit sagging
Don’t depend on bottled passion,
pharmaceutical extended sex
Too many early evening elongated failures
gonna get you a premature ex
Categories:
erections, allegory, marriage, philosophy, truth,
Form:
Burlesque
Spray your love in the masochistic mist,
shapely satisfying the illicit itch...
With handcuffs upon the wicked wrist,
narcotic nectars that will bewitch…
Salacious secretions that must assist,
appeasing appetites that shall enrich...
Salivating on parts hardly ever kissed,
exploring erotica within its niche…
Licentious desires amidst negligent night,
engulfing erections are craving...
Passionate pistils partake in their plight,
tender thoughts are misbehaving…
Bodies in motion divulge in delight,
as animalistic aphrodisiacs are raving...
Concupiscence convulsions do bite;
willing wanton wizards are waving…
Hold me tight as we twist and twitch,
upon luscious landscapes yearning...
Libidinousness lactations in their stitch,
beauteous breasts are burning…
Carnal covetousness stings their pitch,
for evocative emulations returning...
Leaving humble humanity in the ditch,
lacrimal lewdness upon learning.
Oct.15.2019
Itch, witch, glitch or twitch
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Background Music...Sade
"No Ordinary Love"
With Female Virtual Voice
N/A for contest
Categories:
erections, beautiful, deep, desire,
Form:
Rhyme
{1859}
there's more slaves now
than in 1859
slaves of the mind
slaves to entitlement
slaves to self inflicted failure and blame
slaves to ogres of division
who
only want to bracket the blamers vote
chained to every breath of toxic media.
those empty headed erections
vampires for ratings
wanting us believe there's white cone heads
and burning crosses-hovering over every black rose
the controllers don't want societal blossoming
only promising freebies
feed you for a day
emaciate for a lifetime
sure they'll take a knee with you
not for principal but for profit
to harvest your vote
because your self reliance
means death to their power
death of their control
they care nothing for growth
of the individual
they don't want free thinkers
they want herd mentality
because true freedom
is the balm of a steady mind
the mind of empathetic leaders
those rare birds of altruistic flight..
not the violence
and impulse of followers
bleeding out from the venom of blame
and
entitlement..
{1859}
Categories:
erections, addiction, truth,
Form:
Free verse
Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib tongue
I hear your commands
As you slowly express
how capable you are
Expanding my mind
taking me places I've never been
Firmly holding me in the grips
of your suspense.
I was tense
Waiting for the end – you, letting me
down gently as your poem ended
I bask in the aftermath of a poetry bath
Thinking of the ecstasy of
where your poetry took me.
I let down my hair because
you swoon creativity
I get off on your enunciation
and affections- inflections
Word erections-sensitivity
and vulnerability
Allowing me to feel every word-
as you speak slowly
you enter me with your "diction".
Slow and easy you speak to me
Stroking me with your poetry...
You took me to peaks
of ecstasy with your
sweet glib tongue
and that's why
I let you make ...
Make sweet Poetry to me…
© Vicki Acquah
Categories:
erections, emotions, passion, poetry, spoken
Form:
Lyric
O Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, mine
Please say it isn’t so!
At school today we learned about sex---
But I didn’t want to know.
O Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, dear
Please say it isn’t true!
They taught us what erections are,
And all the girls said “ew!”
Mommy mine, you haven’t done it,
Have you, Mommy dear?
But wait---how else can I explain
The fact that I am here?
Categories:
erections, childhood, education, funny, giggle,
Form:
Light Verse
Flaming shperiods descend
As the clouds swirl frenziedly
Uprooting erections
The seas withdraw then rise
To swallow the earth
As death enters
The grounds depart
To sail the seas
As ember paints the skies
Categories:
erections, adventure, death,
Form:
Haiku
I love this nasty game of a combination of
leisure and life where the trouble maker becomes the victim
and the product of that crafty pencil of our imaginations
is translated into a true life story told by the welcomes
of roses, gloriosas and saffron crocuses.
silk so tight on a flesh so mild
can sexualize a nearby stone
and with the first half of your luscious castle,
the throne definitely stays beneath its delicate walls,
strongly preserved for the exotic union of my everlasting presence.
The hips’ salvation matches your lips temptation
thereby constructing a pix exaggeration
to inflict a fixed subordination on me,
making it count at six erections already
as I’m lost in a mixed contemplation.
Oceans gushing out of the sun and trees standing on the clouds
are perfections of a world only known by the census of two.
Our citizenry well enforced by this mighty affection
and bodies well protected
by the magnitude of such penetrating jealousy
strongly fighting against any threat of liquefying its refined honey
and adulterating its rare tasty wine
put the art of intimate knowledge into re-evaluation
and the strength of the art of sex
very close to the question mark of moral bliss.
Such wealthy lavishness with all positive alteration
to any kind of belonging is evidenced
by my accepted foolishness so honourable.
Words alone are unworthy because the probability
of using all existing letters is not sufficient enough
to mold a brick out of a thousand many
in building my bridge to your heart.
Categories:
erections, art, beautiful, beauty, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
Reflection injection,
I can’t do time so I bear the erections,
like bad economies and serious rejections...
They have relations of stations upon the masters of fakeness,
roaring awakeness,
upon baseness
upon rankness,
...I try hard but hear blankness,
waiting on makeshifts,
I live for the lie,
even if my body falls off of my mind,
just in-case I have to try-
I keep myself wide,
but creep slow otherwise,
beat up the wrong boast-
with character in my eyes,
ride motorcycles to the coast,
act rich,
and not even take a dip.
Categories:
erections, allegory, identity, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Prose
Footballs guarded like gold bars.
ISIS severes headlines from
Africa's crisis.
Forward is backward
Reverse is attractive
A prison ward devoid of words
Speechless, how captivating
meaningless has become
A dictatorship of media sensationalism
dig beneath the surface
you've heard it before.
Over and over again
the same ol record spins
Society's music
has separated us
from feeling anything
more than an
exposed erections.
Where's love's lesson?
Self actualization
self sacrifice
Don't think twice
Colonel Stauffenberg
went on a suicide mission
to restore hope in all of
humanity.
The equivalent of our hereos
shoots balls through hoops
and complian having
to wear suits.
Really wish there was
a person who could fly.
Soar above hype and fortune
truly worthy of the title of hero
Need life more simplified.
Need the whos and whys
answered with so what!
Put suffering souls
forward and front
recognize those who
recognize this
call them heroes
for highlighting what matters
Categories:
erections, celebrity, football, hero, life,
Form:
Free verse
as the case my be,
many in-laws or out-laws,
relatives of flaws…
~
at the least, no peace,
cause of marriage mating-pause,
epic dysfunctions…
~
erections of rules,
needed fool, not Viagra…
marriage is stagnate!
By John Moses Freeman
For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And Contest
Categories:
erections, social
Form:
Senryu
river. gold
liquidcopper sheen & skypulp
mashed upon fatrocked banks
refracted beams;
reflections.
The kid squeal.
The rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid arm-sigh tooing, no fro. Yes,
the 20th century is over,
and the "Water-Noodle"
has arrived.
Time works different out here.
The national spine
doesn't belong
to a book. No. Hold land
in check,
meaty planes
sewed onto bone.
Through the
geothermal corridors
where karadji's file into rooms
discussing the hunt
laymen like me
listen in
on dragonfly wings.
Cherubs
land.... "Mum, you're an old fart!"
snorty laughs
splashy goodness
erections stay
low. Kookaburras
slot into. Their laugh
lingers like a
splinter in my throat
and I don't follow.
Family's an ascending arc
orbiting
this chubby orphan
(he is all sickle,
shaped like a question mark.)
Re-arrangements.
"I want to see if the wombat's home!"
He's a dad alright, his salt 'n' pepper laugh more convincing
than George Clooney. Paper grows inside us
in wet reams.
It's all an odd proud thing, this lick of space.
The noise retreats, my heady sight dangles. Dizzy
eyeball flesh in quicksand vaguely mired.
A bordered scene:
a symmety of Mates bathing in
coy homophobia
their gargantuan cocks
reaching so far
to touch each other! Forbidden
to break the old pattern.
This goldpan face persists. Is life a Saturation?
Moist is good I like moist. Hairline dwellers
polite oracles.
My feet naked next
to cigarette butts & weed
the tethering of a slight libido
a moist amulet hangs like a beard;
sophisticated mist from the muddy cauldron.
Copyright. 2009.
Categories:
erections, animals, family, father, happiness,
Form:
Oracles of the Abyss
...I shed a single tear, and as it fell to the ground, like a nuclear bomb...an ocean was born...
Serving somniferous solitudes from ejaculate embryonic conceptions
Magniloquent multitudes mislead by delectable dogmatic deceptions
Labyrinthian latitudes in lachrymal layers of absorbefacient affections
Reaching accumulative altitudes within emergent endocrinal erections
~~~~
And thus we arise like masochistic monoliths of denunciative desire
For we baptize birth, an entrapment epenthetic of declivitous dire
For what is it that we seek to be adored and idolized an ignis fatuus
We think we are unique a self-sacrificing sage and abundantly amorous
Sweet passion and tenderness as we indulge in such rapacious rapture
And then we begin the treacherous trails of life within our hearts capture
It awaits like a beast in a carnivorous cave of many damnable dwells
Its purpose is to feast for in love there are hazy heavens and many hells
...and now the ocean, a small running river stands...where the banks give it love...but is surrounded by quicksand...
Nov.26.2017
IT
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
erections, love, mystery,
Form:
Alliteration
in the rusty tide animating bones
of deluded gods reaching for the lie
etched on eroded steles in dead lisps
licking flames of seers tossing guts
filled with blue and red fascists
infecting the hands of the curious
willing to taste microscopic spiders
gulping their blood pumping poisonous
chants of starlit fevers soaking doubts
in baptismal orgasms growing fingers
measuring spirits down to the remnants
of angels sleeping in cellars drinking
emotions of residents disheveling linen
drenched fear perspiring throughout eye
movements of broken nightmares straining
to be painted in fixed oil imbued with lead
thoughts cracking in corridors hallucinating
dripping madmen sharpening revolts smearing
screeching phrases fed intravenously milking
the life of beasts for ravenous wisdom awaits
cold to the heart thuds of silence defy adages
preaching surrender to the surgeon’s pride
flashing silver pain pooling mercury bulges
of phallic power parading atrocity elements
churning in the metabolic circumference of Gaia
digesting busts of Caesars forgetting Romana
as peace basks in the annihilation of metabolism
directing the jet-streams crossing sunrise
and sunset like catholic rites glossy and gilt
flat personages etched by bright children
bending down to surrender to the priests
speechless in empty piety moaning high-
ways returning in internal engines conbusting
beside Masonic erections adorned with devils
sliding between walls where innocence lived
yellowed pages of periodicals recall fabrications
stitched into the screens of televisions changing
until the entire hymn of Satan rests in every palm
Categories:
erections, art, christian, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
ladies of the night
are dressed in finest lace
while hiding in the shadows
where they never leave a trace
on barren - broken - bastard streets
these ladies have no face
with tarnished tassels in their hair
they stand like statues there and stare
the ladies of the night
now lean in darkened doorways while
they sip selected wine
and watch two lovers writhe entwined
upon the floor where bleeding whores
are losing life from open sores
where punctured veins and death remains
inside a fantasy that reigns
with bitter dreams of better things
that lost tomorrows never bring
now lovers covered - soiled and stained
with bursting leaks from wounded veins
where needles of inclusion
can create and make illusion
last beyond the degradation
as they stride in "sharp" persuasion
unto death of one whole nation
in complete discreet oblation
can't find a lot of pity
in a dark and dirty city
as the waste is placed in alleyways
and vagrants void themselves
on steamin' streets at dawn
while new commuters stop to yawn
as night concerns now fade to gone
all is lost at higher cost
inside a pride that has been tossed
onto the gutter -
where machismo men just shudder
as they lose their life-time rudder
leaving all directions and erections
on the street's abstract inflections
just before they lose connection
with their soul
forgetting obligations
where unique configurations
seem to supplement and compliment
the pain
the mutual - conceptual - PAIN
who is the dreamer and who owns the dream?
who is the screamer in the scream?
it's you and I dear friend of mine
we dream the dream and scream the scream
as part of Eden's Garden Scene
but we don't ever cross the line
cause we ain't got that kind-a shine
Categories:
erections, epicdeath, pain, night, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry