Best Ingest Poems
i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry
to let your haiku
molest my naked body
shake me like a tree
can you read the want in my hips
for your metaphors and similes?
like an African lion in heat i long your letters
how they hug tightly only to entice my desire.
the child in me wants to explore, journey tender the skin
you wear. so don't leave me to play alone in the sandbox.
let me run the body of your work free.
ingest your verse and also grow wings.
you and i flying as one in a mad fancy.
then maybe send in my bed sheets - both single
with your personifications they'll jump rope
and after exercising go for a cup of hope
at the outdoor cafe where poets mingle
i am only here because your couplets are wooing me.
i want to glide - baby oil - body on body - chummy.
not compete but instead
massage your triolets,
fraternize with your sonnets.
your tanka rocks me
mountains baby smooth to climb
it's quite the challenge
one i'm willing to take on
you're the baby smooth i want
i'll ride your majestic rhymes
dream they'll settle for,
this my smiling core,
stay with me at bedtimes.
you - the poetess that defines my nights
i want you to know i climb every evening
towards the peak where your words spike.
i'll never be the poet you are, but
i have my hands and other parts
that could drive you to ecstasy.
.........you'll see it's my specialty.
01~01~2015
Armand
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: First poem of 2015
Categories:
ingest, love,
Form:
Free verse
I Think Of You - A Horrendous Night (Part 0)
Two a.m....
I open my window
...a crack,
the dark is blinding.
It is a severe cold outside
a stream of freezing air seeps in.
Two fifteen a.m....
I open my window another crack,
struggling to sleep...!
Eyes closed,
I count from one thousand to one
it might as well be ten thousand.
Still not use to a lonely bed
six of my senses explode like
a dandelion globe in a tornado...I
i think of you.
Raise the white flag,
wait the sunrise.
Wasn't it an eon ago
I drank the sunset?
It's never lost on me
I always ingest miracles slowly.
It's freezing cold now in my room...I think!
I feel everything...I feel nothing.
My face buried in both my hands...I
i think of you...
Categories:
ingest, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Cheese curds make my day.
My wife has a daily habit
Of caring for all my needs.
She keeps her eyes wide open
To see what she can see.
This week was no exception
As she neared the dairy case.
Greeted by one of my favorites
Now staring her in the face.
You see. . . I love cheese curds.
I even love their squeaky sound.
When she finds real fresh ones
I can eat them by the pound.
Several months ago,
A nearby dairy closed its door.
Never to make great curds again
No. . . never “curds” no more.
Shullsburg, Wi. was the next place
We’d make the day long drive to.
When we’d go so far fetch,
We’d always buy more than a few.
But it goes against my “system”
When those curds are in the home.
I’m always “digging” in the frig
I can’t leave those curds alone.
But as sometimes life will go
Our local grocer now has in stock
So we can buy fresh curds
Without driving a "million blocks”.
She announced as she returned
From the weekly trek she makes.
“The store had some ‘new’ curds”
To mention curds is all it takes.
I quickly fought open the package
To taste and hear that sound.
I scarfed down several chunks
Before in the frig they’re bound.
“Oh my !” is what I shouted.
These curds are really best.
But at my age, I must control
The quantities I now ingest.
For my old system can’t tolerate
All the cheese I’d like to eat.
So I must regulate the flow
Save my curds for just a treat.
My son, however: doesn’t seem care.
He can mow them down full feed.
But I know “our kitchen tender”
Will supply us all we need.
So “Thank you” Homestead Dairy
And all the folks involved in that.
I’ll be up to see your operation
Maybe get to see you “stir the vat”. :o)
A parting note to all Christian readers,
I’ve a thought about life’s end.
With all the banquets talked about,
I trust my curds “someone” will send.
Written by oldbuck to commemorate the discovery of a “local” supply for fresh curds. Curds and crisp bacon are two of my favorite foods.
Categories:
ingest, appreciation, farm, food, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Man-made drugs
Induce an altered state
A psychedelic paradise
Of euphoria
A burst of colors
Impaired reality of dreams
A fix of blissful forgetfulness
Married to ecstasy
What need have I of these?
When I have you
My drug of choice
I will not touch any of the others
But you, I long to touch…
To feel you under my fingertips
To caress before I ingest
And let you posses...
Every way I can have you is good…
I inject
Inhale
Take you in orally
Taste you laced with everything
Under my tongue...
There…ah….there….it begins
I start getting high….
Climbing and climbing
My roller coaster rocketing high
On your words
On the scent of your emotions
On the presence of you in my mind
Who could ever find
A more wholesome or better stimulant...
Yes, you stimulate every part of me
You excite me
Make me delirious
Bring fire to my veins
Drive me insane
Make me oblivious to the pain
Leave me wanting more than the time before
Wanting a larger dose of you
More dangerous
More hallucinogenic
Unaware of my surroundings
I climax on this induced trip
You….my drug of choice
The drug from which
There is not even an iota
Of hope for rehabilitation….EVER...
Every cell to my very core is under your control
I want you coursing in my blood
Flooding my brain
FIX AFTER FIX AFTER FIX
More often…more intense…longer…stronger…
What drug can compare to you?
My ever present addiction…
Opiate of my obsession
Drug of my choice….
YOU!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Was struck by a bolt of inspiration on this one! :)
Belt it out with Amy Winehouse…..”They wanted to take me to rehab, but I said ‘NO, NO, NO’.” ;) When I teach my students a rule or so in grammar, I say, for example, "Can you use a comma to join two independent clauses? Is it enough punctuation?" Then, in answer, I belt out with Amy..."NO, NO, NO!" They laugh!
Categories:
ingest, addiction, drug,
Form:
Free verse
Tonight I felt the deep inner desire to conform, to feel at right with the crowd for fear of being scorned. But don't be fooled dearest reader, this ain't a story of morals and how I got consumed into a life of addiction or crap like that. This isn't a sob story, just written down at the drop of a hat. The real twist is that I didn't give in, but where does that leave me? A lonesome wanderer gazing at an infinite sea? A person dreadfully awake, in the midst of a miraculous dream? Truth be told I at times feel the luckiest, not drawing near to the most common follies of my peers. But at what price? For who, in a world filled with bubbly laughter, could hear the sound of a silent tear? Who, holding a hand of their own, following a path they love, could notice a shadow like me, so hopelessly alone? I love you all most dearly, but like the moon loves the sea... just out of reach but always in sight. I live my life as the rainbow kisses the earth, wishing for my colors to allay someone else's hurt, if only for a moment, a minuscule grain, on this sandy shore. I am really not so significant, but still I desire to be more. But in all honesty how can I? I'm simply an observer, a reporter looking in. I'm not the strongest, nor the brightest, the bravest, nor the wisest. I am just a man with an eye for beauty and an obsession for the safety of the bench. So still I watch in dread as others live and I just sink. I clutch to papers filled with so much lifeless ink! They are nothing but shards of myself, tossed and thrown in mile high piles, that none in their right minds could ever wish to file! Though the world I live in and the one which I've created, seldom collide, I sit still waiting on that perilous bridge, for someone else just as crazy, and just as lonesome, to sit it out with me, side by side. It may not be perfect but it feels right. And honestly who could hope for more at the end of the night? You have a destination in mind and a foot always in front. You have the whole world palmed in between delicate fingertips. So go on and take a swig! Ingest within you... the taste of a wish!
Categories:
ingest, confusion, imagination, introspection, world,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Leaning in I feel your heat
My hand touches your chest
Knowing I'm finally complete
While your essence I ingest
Kissing lips began to tremble
Warm breath sweet to taste
Time that remains memorable
The day our souls embraced
4th place
Contest;kissing contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Date:12/21/2019
Categories:
ingest, kiss,
Form:
Rhyme
Submit a poem is haunting me.
I cannot find a word.
It seems all that I think to write.
I think you all have heard.
Ooooohhhh! How it can take it's toll.
Not knowing what to say.
You wish with all your heart and soul.
But end up in dismay.
You only hope that in the end.
What's written's worth the ink.
And that you still have just one friend.
Who likes the way you think.
I'm not one for contests.
Though theme's help to inspire.
I will usually just ingest.
My own consuming fire.
Categories:
ingest, dedication, desire, devotion, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
As you stand in the sun by the ocean today.
When you feel a breeze from the east come your way.
It is me, can you feel it? It is me, I am there.
As you stand in the water and gaze at the land.
When a wave from the west lightly tickles your hand.
It is me, can you feel it? It is me, if you dare.
As you stand under the moon in nights pure desire.
Gather wood from the south and start a bright fire.
It is me, can you foresee it? It is me in the flare.
As you run, modify your direction and don't cut through the grass.
head north and a little blonde girl you will pass.
It is me, can you foresee her? It is me gold and fair.
As you lie in your bed ponder on these things tonight.
My spirit is with you; Allow your thoughts to ingest flight!
It is me, can you hear me? It is me everywhere.
Categories:
ingest, fantasy, imagination, me, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Imagine a snow scene,
icicles and ice cream,
immense hills of candy,
invitingly handy,
indulge in gingerbread,
inhale treats and don't fret,
ingest in heavens spread.
2-25-17
Categories:
ingest, food, imagination,
Form:
Pleiades
Nearing the end of their fleeting days,
short-inhaled lives infirmly await the long dark
Garrulously tilting fermented liquids in a park,
they watch their former youthful ways
Addled memories of a once robust stride
keep the brown paper covered truth hidden well
Selfish pleasures have left their flesh bodies frail,
weary envious exhalation of tearful pride
Uncomfortable thoughts tinge their mind,
feeble resistance offered in boisterous recollections
Never given to ingest any sobering contemplations,
aged souls possessing only wrinkled opine
Cantankerous wrong heights stooped on a bench,
bemoaning last rites of spirits dead long ago since
Categories:
ingest, allusion, dark, eulogy, people,
Form:
Sonnet
When I was free…
the little me, bigger than me now,
where all I sensed had condensed
to being grown somehow.
When others have forgotten
ourselves have always been…
reflecting the collecting
Miracles of being.
The glory that surrounds us
the beauty we ingest
Shapes us and defines us
Spiritually the best.
Am not sure how they lost it
for I have also wept
Though the little spark opposed to dark
somehow I safe kept.
My wish to all the suffering
cherish all the precious
Guard your soul and don’t let go
for when you do, you perish.
Categories:
ingest, life, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Allow the cool air to affect the night opossum.
Daylight, melted snow, and fragrant blossom.
There is no drastic wailing, fierce snow, or lively hail.
Allow water to settle and watch on the lake fowl tail.
I'd want to have a gossamer of leaf distinct botanical.
To carefully forego jackets, cowhide shoes, and sparkle.
Strolls must be swept with soap suds to remove soot.
Without judging, ingest pristine, muggy air on foot.
I've prayed to God for longing and happiness.
I accepted my presence and avoid being awareness
Birds have arrived despite spring migration beginning.
I'm sitting down under some trees and staring.
Start the year by seed sowing and feeding family.
Now is the time for waking and sympathy.
Written: July 09, 2022
Categories:
ingest, appreciation, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
As the ink dries swiftly,
peer into the invisible thoughts
these poet eyes see
Blink blink
The world is on the brink,
following dire voices
that speak darkly
Many underground secret plans
are silo hatching
No peyote ingest is required
to see the sign
of a mushroom cloud looming
And soon mutation burst opening
Nuclear rain is not a small-talk,
weather topic
most people care to discuss
at cocktail gatherings
Blink blink
There’s plenty of mouths excess wanting,
and even more famine bellies needing
But they both pale numerically
in comparison
to the torrential violence bleeding
And the talking rear-ends say,
“Have a Balaam mule work day”
As the share-the-wealth resources
get pilfered off-shore —
Somewhere clandestine secure
That kind of information is classified!
I’m pretty poetry sure
many have heard that line before
Blink blink
As the white paper turns yellow,
the time of Man
is turning fiery red sunset
Apocalyptic visions
of city heaps glowing in the uranium night
Cold pocket calculations
of nuclear winter burnings, so solar bright
Goggle minds having
no sense of mass extinction urgency
Blink blink
This be what these poet eyes see
Categories:
ingest, introspection, perspective, truth, wisdom,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Swallow holy
Words
Ingest
Messiah
Categories:
ingest, christian, inspirational, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
19 December 2010
Christmas Wreath
C ircle band of lights indicating halo
H alo of hope to continue the whole year round
R ound in shape flows youthful spirit to ingest
I ngesting a strong hold to never separate
S eparation comes when leaves fall and lights were taken
T aken from ancestors to mundify
M undify a sagging spirit in a genial abask
A bask we get skylight kindling satisfaction
S atisfaction to be God’s creation in this world
W orld as a whole is the people in a raceme
R aceme with flowers on stalks that entwine
E ntwine fresh wounds to heal and feel amorous
A morous display in every life’s threshold
T hreshold for welcoming visitors every hour
H ours countdown soon will be Christmas and New Year to share with everyone
Merry Christmas to all.
Categories:
ingest, christmas, faith, family, holiday,
Form:
Acrostic