Best Exotic Poems
The pungence of heartbreak swelters
in the tangled dreadlocks of love-lies-bleeding
Take me somewhere exotic
to breathe not the foul aroma
of disappointment and despair
Show me fields laced with frangipani and orchids
in colors sweet and light as daydreams
Find me seafoam fields poppied
with pomegranate and honey
opium of jasmine lilting on a leeward drowse
delicious sift of sand drifting
warm and soft between my toes
as coral breezes court flamingo scapes
with pina colada suns
and I drift in and out of hibiscus euphoria
Let a mist of cockatoos flutter
in lapis skies puffed with fat feather clouds
parrots and toucans preening
like a rainbow shimmer
Tingle my pineapple senses
through the afterglow of mango afternoons
Create visions of paradise
in the cerulean of hyacinth
and never bring me back
Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry
Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement
Delectable daredevil demigods
Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction
Exquisite exotic elixir
Sumptuous scent of long stemmed roses
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on June 24, 2019 for contest YOUR PERSONAL PERFECT POEM PICK sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
All I remember is rampant rain and a loud bang.
As dawn distilled through a canopy of palm trees,
glimpses of light reflected like emeralds on leaves.
I felt blessed in its warm golden glow,
as I awoke under clear sapphire skies.
Radiant sun blazed brightly,
reflecting like a fluorescent mosaic
upon turquoise waves kissing my bare feet.
I could hear cobalt macaws squawking
and soaring from cliffs to branches,
as the ocean lulled with a soft lullaby.
The air was so pure, but muggy,
as curious creatures, I had not seen before,
creeped and crawled around me.
As I wandered along a champagne shoreline,
I could hear an orchestra of morning birds,
composing their exotic melodies,
which added to the tranquillity of calmness.
Footsteps of fate led to a verdant forest with
an abundance of mahogany and rosewood trees.
A fluctuation of kaleidoscopic butterflies floated
among a plethora of petals in lush layers of
amber allamandas, maroon mandevillas,
orange orchids and purple passionflowers -
their sweet scents blending with saltiness of the sea breeze.
As my soul connected deeply with my surroundings,
a leafy path of twigs led to a myriad of mangroves,
their roots resting in an aquamarine toned lagoon.
I could see fancy fish in vibrant red, yellow and silver,
swimming in trails of troops around water lilies.
As my enchanted eyes gazed beyond a
flock of fuchsia feathered flamingos,
towards a gentle waterfall cascading,
serenely over steps of rock -
I caught a glimpse of a figure in divine light.
Dressed in ivory and gold,
reflecting in the image of Aphrodite.
Her bronze skin shimmered in the sunlight,
as her flaxen fair hair flickered in a gentle zephyr.
Such was the epitome of her grace, I was mesmerised.
I could have admired her brown pearl eyes, forever.
Unaware the endless blue horizons were
now dipped in velvet and honey hues,
I forgot about the diamonds in the sky.
The moon glowed like a ruby at midnight,
shining scarlet moonlight upon her lips -
my whole being craved for just one kiss.
Before I could approach her,
I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar room,
as a nurse in a white uniform asked me;
"welcome back, are you all right?"
On the dim lit streets of New York town
You danced for uncrowned kings
The whiskey harsh upon your lips
With eyes that could not see
And I'd await by the ocean's shore
With the horses tethered fast
For dawn would draw you homeward
From each exotic dance
You sought for what M'lady
While youth a withered vine
I had but love to give you
The rose of velvet time
In silks and pleasure lay your dreams
As stone became your heart
And I rode fast upon the winds
But your voice bade me come back
So life remained until the morn
When the music lost all rhyme
A sad goodbye upon the grave
The rose of velvet time
Chandelier earrings dangling
Golden bangles jingling
Thick long raven hair
Twisted and pinned in swirls
With ornate gold embellishment
Luxuriously wrapped
In silk and brocade
Lavish lengths
Of rich flamboyant colors
Parading effortlessly
Their exotic saris
Swaying in graceful rhythm
Gliding by on air
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~NAMASTE~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 17, 2019 for contest YOUR CHOICE (10) IMAGIST STYLE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
clouds
of
incense~
inhaling
exotic
dreams
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Do people think you are sleazy and bad,
since the day you replied to that want ad?
The words were in black and white, and plain.
“No Experience Necessary, We Train”.
This job is not what most women would like to get,
However, it pays the bills and keeps you out of debt.
You live in a nice house, and drive a Corvette.
Of all the occupations anyone can seek,
there are not too many paying two grand a week.
They hired you for what came naturally.
Men easily discover your great beauty.
You have the looks of a centerfold in a magazine.
Your dancing in the club makes quite a scene.
A fight with your old man made him pack and go away.
He left you and your child unexpectedly one day.
You were desperate and needed a job right away.
It seems nobody was impressed with your resume.
Other employers apparently could not be convinced.
So many places only wanted experienced.
When you are dancing in the club each night,
men from all over think you are a delight.
Scantily clad, you erotically tease.
This is how you gather your gratuities.
Some men get obnoxious, and a bit out of hand.
Enforcers appear to take a stand.
A small team of bouncers comes out to greet.
The mashers land in the middle of the street.
Never mind what people think is wrong or right.
Many men like me will be seeing you tonight.
Those Exotic Enchanting Eyes And Long Dark Curls
Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.
Deepest trepidation when I dared to ask you out
your, "of course", made heart and soul shout.
Joy rained down back in those blessed miracle days
with my saying, "I love you", a thousand ways!
You filled my sails, sending my world into motion
flying to you, I crossed the Pacific ocean.
Tender and sweet, moment of our first embrace
dear love found, my mind holds every trace.
Once my days were sad and filled with dark curses
now they shine while writing you verses!
Future promises, in only death, shall we ever part
that promise sings so poetic in my heart!
Found you there, heart resting on beautiful cloud
with a pretty so great, you had to be proud.
Those exotic enchanting eyes and long dark curls
all of you so sweet, my mind fell into swirls.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2004
Note- A poem I wrote to my darling wife after only
nine days as husband and wife. A private poem that
she has so graciously allowed me to post.
In my humble opinion, my best ever love poem.
Which is why I wanted it posted here.
Hello my exotic, glorious maiden,
By now they all know you are taken.
I possessively, poetically, clearly, and eloquently
Told them you are promised to me, a sensual, delicately,
Known beauty, could not marry a canal walk about, a
Wannabe, curling his moustache and swinging his cane,
With no title or aristocratical fame,
And who is just playing a game.
He drinks he smokes, he womanizes, and he is fat
His face ruddy red, he belongs in the sewers with rats.
Every time I see you mon amour, be it every minute
Of every day, my heart goes aflutter,
Concerned my romantic words will go asunder.
As I helplessly stutter.
You push up your corset, and alluringly overflow,
My lovely, anymore tightening, you will explode.
Your thigh high slits in your dresses tantalize men,
And with your matching parasol you look so irresistible,
No one in this town matches your looks, not even contestable.
Love of my life I love you as you be, my mistress soon to be wife,
For the rest of my life.
Time drags by so slow,
I want a ring on your finger,
Then I will whisk you away, to my Chateau,
You blow so many kisses, I know they are for me,
Your blue-eyed wink, a secret code that we will meet in the
Gondola and enjoy our passion,
You are breathtakingly beautiful, considered to be quite the catch,
We have known from our teens, that we were the perfect match.
How I would like to devour you whole.
When I see you dancing around that pole,
you excite me to the extremes.
You're the kind of woman I see in my dreams.
Your twists and turns are so erotic.
This is not the usual, but the exotic.
You dance like Salome, and are such a delight.
Perhaps I shall come back tomorrow night.
inspired by another member's poem
Exotic
Mysterious in every way
However, you are purely understood to me
Your goddess type figure and your flawless beauty
Brings me to a foreign place
I am moved by everything you are
And that goes far beyond your perfect body and gorgeous face
Strikingly different, is what your appearance screams
You are a diamond in the ruff, but yet a commonality of the perfect one in every man’s dream
Yet every man can’t handle you or accept who you are
To me you are far beyond the norm….yet I don’t find you strange by far
Your eyes take me to a foreign place
So dark, bold, beautiful, and deep
To ignore your beauty would be a disgrace
For how can not one epitomize the empowerment inside and out of a woman so wonderfully unique
Exotic Hair
Exotic Shape
Exotic Posture
Exotic Face
But they fail to realize the pure exotic nature in your heart
That won’t every be replace
Sexy and divine….yes you are
You can pull lust out of a room full of saturated and imitated love
With just one look …you can drag one’s mind so far
But the deepness of honor and respect you deserve, is also honored from something supernatural up above
Now…
She is the most deserving woman
I see our future as I gaze into here yes …
Longing to create a sensual, powerful, and exotic love
One that would kidnap us into a realm of an endless happiness of an everlasting and wonderful goodbye
©Brandon Neal
a first sip of miso soup
exotic and warm
forging a downward path
flowing like a life force
transporting me
as I close my eyes
to a timeless moment
sharing with countless kin
through the ages
young and old
some in the prime of life
some near their final breath
the sum of their days
deep in their heart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 6, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 190 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Curry this
Curry that
Dare to add
A burst of flavor
Uniquely spicy
Savory and earthy
Exotically extravagant
Hot or mild bouquet
Ticklish of the taste buds
Enamored colors to entice
Reminiscent of faraway delights
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
such class
such grace
a lady of glamour
gold adornments
fit for a queen
gilded slippers at her feet
exotic as a mystical perfume
parading her culture
with flare and dignity
an ambassador
a diplomat
an empress
a goddess
AP: Honorable Mention 2021