Best French Kiss Poems
Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips are unbound
Where eyes again will lift their eyelids slow
And share breath's softest sighs of welcomed sound
When passionate tongues give gifts they bestow
To feel palms grow warmer as they perspire
When lips are kissed from surrender's desire
8/31/21 contest Anna and the French Kiss
sponsor Mystic Rose Rose
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Sheer black lace ~
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Incense and candles aglow
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Perfumed sweeet Nectars
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Between Her silkened lips...
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Parting their pink wetness
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Upon my Loving tongue ~
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... * "French Kisss" * ...
She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great,
but few of those guys understood romance.
She thought she knew what kissing style was best,
but she had not yet met the boy from France!
Into her life one day he sauntered in.
His smile was soft, his eyes as dark as coal.
She thrilled to feel his fingers on her skin
as with his gaze he deeply plumbed her soul.
When their lips touched, she melted into him.
It was a kiss like none she’d known before.
With happiness she filled up to the brim.
The young man was so easy to adore!
Like things most precious, that smooth, tender kiss
was part of Anna’s youth – a fleeting bliss.
Aug. 26, 2021
For the Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose Rose
Subtle feelings burst
Inside her supple breast
Creating overpowering longing
A thirst that had her wanting
Something only he could give her
Silence fell between them
When they found themselves alone
As his hand brushed hers gently
Struggling with a need to grasp it
She yearned for his touch against her
Soft hopes beckoned breathlessly
Intimacy captured on her thoughts
Leaving her with a craving only he could cure
With those twinkling eyes and smiling heart
Who taught her that his was worthy of her desire
Sensitive gestures of delight
Colored her in hues of insight
Whispering joy through her soul
When he found that her heart was an open door
Hungering for his tender embrace and warm touch
Soothing sighs linger on the air
Aching for the intimacy that is a fire
Blazing through her thoughts – a need
Reawakened by the most tender French kiss
Imploring her senses to fall praises across his lips
Stunned by the splendor of such a sensation
Anna and the French kiss brought alive inside her
Stirrings that linger, thrill and ignite
Affection so real it feels like it is thriving
Dancing in shadows, bringing love into the light
Anna and the French Kiss poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
August 16, 2021
The rain was falling quietly
as we were walking hand in hand;
beneath a red umbrella, we
had stopped to pause and closely stand.
Inside this dome of red so snug,
my world was sunny and so grand.
As arms wrapped 'round me in a hug,
my heart soon raced beyond command.
Beyond this space where now love grows,
the world outside is empty, gray;
within the fog the streets disclose...
this place is just for us this day.
The magic, red umbrella hid
our first true kiss, so soft and sweet.
Two hearts aflame beneath its lid,
I hoped forever, they would beat
inside this dome of red so snug
where life stays sunny and so grand,
with arms wrapped 'round me in a hug...
always together, we would stand.
November 3, 2018
~1st Place~
Contest: The Red Umbrella
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 11/13/2018
When I was young, I loved french vanilla pudding. It was so very creamy, extra special with cut up bananas in it. Then came the day I had my tonsils out, bowls of french vanilla ice cream did follow. When I became a teenager, I fell hard for french vanilla coffee. Then followed by french vanilla coffee cream, sweet wonderful french vanilla filled my cup and the air. Then one moonlight night on a date, my french boyfriend took me into his strong arms. Held me oh so tight, I had a french kiss under the shining stars.
Date Written:8/16/2021
1 Place
Anna And The French KissContest Judged: 9/11/2021
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Unfurl the petals of flowering lips
to quench unavoidable thirsty crave.
Invigorating nectar drools and drips
while bees of passion they madly behave.
Soon the hearts become honeycomb of love
and souls get wet in romantic dribbles.
In enthralling rapture, minds float above
when bodies quiver by frenzied tickles.
Quote: I may not be a French but I do know how to kiss like one ;~/)
Date: 06/24/2017
Note: Entered in two different contests.
August standard contest by Brian Strand - N/A
Best rhyming poem, May-July by John Hamilton - *Placed Fourth*
“You are supposed to be loved up”
The woman whispers to the man
“You are supposed to be heartbroken”
The man whispers back to the woman
“We both come from different stages of relationships”
“Mine is at the end and yours is a new partnership”
“Where do we go from this?”
The woman asked the man as they french kissed
“We are at different stages of our relationships”
“Mine is new and you have ended your partnership”
“How do we move on from this?”
The man asked the woman as they reminisce
“What we are doing is wrong”
The woman whispered like a birdsong
“Enjoy our time together, but this has to end”
The man did not want to offend
The moral of this story is to be open and honest, not to pretend
Be honest with your partner, who should be your best friend
Love and hate are so close in reality
Honesty is the path to being set free….
Finished in 2nd place in Love for movie screens sponsored by Silent One, 4/10/17
“Nous nous sommes assises” (“We Sat Down”)
by Renee Vivien
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
1.
Darling, we were like two exiles
bearing our desolate souls within us.
Dawn broke more revolting than any illness...
Neither of us knew the native language
As we wandered the streets like strangers.
The morning’s stench, so oppressive!
Yet you shone like the sunrise of hope...
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As night fell, we sat down,
Your drab dress grey as any evening,
To feel the friendly freshness of kisses.
No longer alone in the universe,
We exchanged lovely verses with languor.
Darling, we dallied, without quite daring to believe,
And I told you: “The evening is far more beautiful than the dawn.”
You nudged me with your forehead, then gave me your hands,
And I no longer feared uncertain tomorrows.
The sunset sashayed off with its splendid insolence,
But no voice dared disturb our silence...
I forgot the houses and their inhospitality...
The sunset dyed my mourning attire purple.
Then I told you, kissing your half-closed eyelids:
“Violets are more beautiful than roses.”
Darkness overwhelmed the horizon...
Harmonious sobs surrounded us...
A strange languor subdued the strident city.
Thus we savored the enigmatic hour.
Slowly death erased all light and noise,
Then I knew the august face of the night.
You let the last veils slip to your nude feet...
Then your body appeared even nobler to me, dimly lit by the stars.
Finally came the appeasement of rest, of returning to ourselves...
And I told you: “Here is the height of love…”
We who had come carrying our desolate souls within us,
like two exiles, like complete strangers.
Renee Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (1877-1909), was a British poet and high-profile lesbian of the Belle Époque who wrote French poems in the style of the Symbolistes and Parnassiens. Keywords/Tags: Renee Vivien, French, translation, England, English, France, lesbian, soul, souls, soulmate, dawn, language, love, kiss, kisses, night, exile, exiles, strangers, misfits
As I wandered about the lush lawn
In the gazing ball I glimpsed
A breath-taking young woman with a touch of innocence
In her soulful, violet eyes.
I was mesmerized by her beauty
And I had to look up to see that this vision was real.
I did so slowly, and found her gazing a bit boldly
Straight into my very soul.
When she was sure she had bewitched me,
She slowly turned and walked down the garden path
Knowing that I would follow, meek as a lamb
Into her lair.
Into a secret garden she led me,
This girl with the violet eyes and beautiful thick hair
Which she started to unpin and let fall,
Cascading down her back like a waterfall of shining waves.
When we reached the center of the garden,
She turned and waited for me
To come close enough to see the rise and fall of
Her beautiful breasts, corseted to their full advantage.
Though they were lovely, it was the eyes that held me.
She ran a light finger along my lips then pressed it to her own.
It was then I noticed the fullness of her mouth, lips slightly parted
And silently beckoning me to join my lips with hers.
And so I did, and the kiss that ensued was
Warm, and sensuous, and became urgent as it continued.
I felt her tongue and tasted her sweet breath and thought
I might faint at the passion that coursed like lightning through my body.
And without notice, it ended, and I opened my eyes
And found myself standing along in the garden
My very body still on fire with the electricity
Of that kiss.
In a daze, I stumbled back toward the party,
And upon seeing my unsteadiness, my host
Invited me into the manor to cool myself
Out of the heat of the sun.
As we walked through the massive doors,
I glanced up, and over the enormous marble mantle
Was a portrait of the girl with the large violet eyes,
And the cascade of dark hair, and the lips I still felt upon my own.
I asked my host shakily, “Who is that”?
He replied with a shudder that she was Anna,
His betrothed, who had been lost on the sea
And had never been recovered.
Years later I wonder, was she ghost or spirit,
Was she there that only I could see?
The passion, the taste of her lips,
Still electrifies my body and soul as I dream of Anna’s French kiss.
Written 8.22.21
Bob Dylan's french kiss
mixed with plastic soda
and beans.
Drinking solid newspaper
jeans young girl wants
to be inside the scream.
Fade to color
the scene
turns black.
Attack of the bees
honey singing to
the cows.
I want to be your
makeup girl we can
sing until the sun
blows pearls.
Bubbles blowing
the doors of candles.
Music flames for
our butterflies.
Wear the note
and the french kiss
danced from the moonlight
of your tongue.
Restless angels.
Love's arrows.
Swing to me again
and tangle the breeze
with your magic covered
stick.
Butter meets the melt.
Heat for the present day.
Summer hot babes
but your tongue is born
to rain.
Falling the swift stars
of earth.
Shining the lips of
silver wrapped for
presents of skin.
Piece by piece
young virgin sleeps.
Reminder you can dance
like a cat and lick your last
bones.
Lock up the chains and
sleep with the fire's night
light on.
Dylan the star of the belt
hold the tie and loop through
the fabric of teeth.
Soft like your hair between
the two chairs.
I want to be your shampoo
between your french kiss
young blood and perfume.
Fresh night moon shining
under the black sweet
truth.
Two blue shoes on your
last history feet.
Walk on the sun and listen
to your heart beating spots
of tragic age or a sweet voice
blessed us and we know the
last ride home is you.
gathering her long dress in both hands,
she ran across her father’s green fields,
to the shore lines and its golden sands,
to his warm embrace, kisses she yields.
that moment of young love, his warm kiss,
restored her faith in life gone amiss,
hardships of home with a drunken dad,
and loss of loving mum she once had.
her hurried foot prints through trampled grass,
spoke of eagerness of this young lass,
to meet the person who breathed her joy,
her face pink with happiness, some coy.
he waited there in his checkered shirt,
smile on face, shoes without speck of dirt,
caught her as she jumped into his arms,
covered her face with kisses in swarm!
setting Sun paid tribute to their love,
crimson rays going golden above,
swirl of evening breeze from spring meadow,
as the two locked their lips and shadows!
a kiss is synchrony of two hearts,
when souls yearn and cannot be apart,
in that love moment, Anna bloomed again,
away from past, life she would regain!
Written 02/September/2021
9 syllables each line
Mystic Rose Rose sponsored
Anna and the French kiss contest
French kissing your lips
with the very detail licking
and tasting, exploring and
touring but damn it's tile
flooring. Her magnificent
smile as I feel the squeak
of her pearly white teeth
and soft gum sandwiching
my tongue.
Wow to the sight of her
shape and the compliment
of silk french knickers
hugging her waist. Like a
silhouette sight through a
blue ocean's night like, wow
what a sight! Think between
the line as I'm about kiss
those hidden lips before
these teeth needs to rip
every thread and pull it down
while kissing the tone of
her legs.
Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
Anna wallflower didn't have many chances
and nodded when Pierre asked her to dance
he spiked her fruit punch
to prime her for lovin'
but Anna bit his tongue clean in half
Innocence - a peck
on the cheek and holding hands.
Dressed in Mayberry white,
snow pearl in France,
Anna stands out at the Eiffel tower.
At first tongue, oh the tangle
embrace. Anna’s falling for
a Parisian accent; as a poet says
Where should it be placed?
Oui! Oui! He has a golden tongue.
She’s falling for his charm.
Innocence- a peck
on the cheek and holding hands.
Marcel holds her hand. Marcel
pecks her cheek. Marcel, her first
love. Starry-eyed as he makes
for her lips. Sexy comes unaccented.
She’s meant to be kissed.
He parts her lips with gentleness;
with the reverence of a rolling “r,”
she’s frenched. Her knees lose
their grip. Woozy with electric stars,
Anna lights up the lady of iron.*
8/27/2021
Anna and the French Kiss
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
*Iron Lady - nickname for the Eiffel Tower
The tower lights up at night.