Best Inject Poems
Sometimes life is such a bore we run on automatic;
Then it’s time to tango for a dash of the dramatic.
Or when things are dull and only gusto will suffice,
We cha-cha or calypso to inject a dose of spice.
We hustle off to work each morning, foxtrot through the day
And hope that time’s electric slide just melts the hours away.
At clock-out time we say goodbye and jitterbug on out;
We hokey-pokey home because that’s what it’s all about.
Some easy days we waltz on by; we’re caught up in the swing
And lindy-hop or tap our way through all that life can bring.
We may go round in circles or, to deal with our despair,
Find someone we can partner with and do-so-do with flair.
For life is like a dance and we are held within its sway;
We dip and twirl and fake the steps, from polka to ballet.
The music of the atmosphere imbues us with its beat
And if we choose to hear it, we just follow with our feet.
Catching sight of unwanted reflection
through my eyes I observe my murky mind
lifeless, inactive, defying action
just a blank canvas, raw, pure, unrefined,
desire to inject substantial color
inspired pastels to brighten the darkness
eyes opaque though restrict light, much duller
impulses, brain requesting less Starkness,
my poor mind is without shape or structure
until my thoughts turn to the one I love
blissful images, colorful picture
changing this abyss, no more mourning dove,
she changes my thinking without restraints
such beautiful colors my mind she paints.
you course in my veins with prurience, wild
immersing my marrow in urge, recompiled
teceptors abducted the instant you smiled
love's effigy flaming, my sinews defiled
all virtue forsaken, as tears from a child
fidelity's prospects are henceforth reviled
I inject you, narcotic - my opiate, pure
a caustic and carnal contingency's cure
delectably dressed with diabolic allure
such dermal sublimity, surface demure
I taste of your shapes, corporeal contour
skin softly savored, goosebumped and bare
your tang on my tongue, the nectar I share
our sugar rush potion for ravishment, rare
mixed in a kiss with the strands of your hair
your ecstatic delirium inculcates my core
I'm lost to a lust that's not lasted before
tinged with an aching that day would abhor
velvet and warm are the walls of your fire
addicted to you with a crave to be higher
you are my medicine, the tonic I chug
I am infected, lubricious and riled
lavished in sensual senses so sure
imbibing the essence of you without care
mixed in like poison, I stir you and pour
swallow in gulps, the consequence, dire
you are my opiate ... you are my drug.
addicted to you.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Choice M, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( This is a new form I created named "Minuanetta", with a rhyme scheme of aaaaaa, bbbbb, cccc, ddd, ee, f, abcdef g (title) ).
MALE DOMINATION
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Candlelight rides hard against the skin
The warmth of the fire eating with excitement
A slight touch of desire, running down my spine
Wax drops, leaving behind intense passion
I move my whip, circling your biceps
I'll take you into a world you've never known
My body and breath ......so...... hot
Come dance with me, under the sheets
I will please you, examine everything you got
Whisper them words in your ear, beg for more
Purr for me, my slave,
I am your sex kitten, vixen,
I'll take you by surprise
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Caress every flow of my womanly direction
I tickle your spots, feeding your sexual ego
Fondling the intimacy of your frustration
Stroll my heart with your sauce appetite-
I am your sex Goddess Delight.
Spread my flesh, so perfectly,
--look, admire, I give you permission to kiss
-- Kisses starting from the top part of my thigh.
Inject a solo French Kiss, releasing more impure wetness.
Slipping, in wet
--
An artist painting the way of my moans
Polish with light marks on my necks
With your brush of one-touch
I have you at my feet-
Tame by the dominatrix at night
by; P.D.
Cohabitating with your floral penance,
I slow grind
With
Memories
All metaphorical bets,
Off
Jumping head first
Another solemn wish
Unto you
To caress my smile
Another didactic breath
For your silky, titanium retinas
To share this potent sway
Against time
I, grip
Rusty handle bars to ride
Upon your caramel sunsets
Sweetened with diabetic urges,
Feening
Feening
Inject me towards unbridled upbringings,
Chrysanthemum sentences
Etched upon your neck
Of Egyptian cotton awakenings
…
I do not want to be your tomorrow,
Because that could never be promised
Yet, all we have is today.
Because all we have is today.
All we have is today…
©Drake J. Eszes
TENDER LOVING TOUCH
don't fear
she's dear
tight clutch
soft touch
wears white
polite
too sick
she's quick
your ache
she breaks
your ill
she feels
one pill
you still
preserve
your nerve
correct
inject
your shock
she blocks
you scared
she cares
through sleeps
she peeps
recharged
discharge
"thank you"
she coos
___________________________
Sponsor Judy Konos
Contest Name YOUR FOOTLE POEM
---Placed1st---
O.E. Guillermo
8:41 pm, April 04, 2015
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!
Please tell my heart to love a little less
It’s strength of love not quickly to confess
Please tell me heart to measure the amount
Of love allowed to flow out from its fount
Safeguard my love; on heart’s door cast a spell
To make it strong and quick the gush to quell
The wave of passion, teach it to subdue
So as to match what other lovers do
My heart is heavy with the weight it bears
So sick of caring when none other cares
Command my wanton heart to be demure
Inject a dose of apathy….it’s cure
For if my heart in loving knows no bound
It’s bound to break and put me underground
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
they're not speaking to me now, the Muses;
they're being stubborn,
witholding information, like beetle-browed accomplices -
their mouths pulled tight as drawstring purses.
they sit on their twin thrones of epiphany and genius,
smiling silently,
mockingly, while my fingers twitch with impotent yearning
and the chambers of my mind are cold,
dark and hollow as a cave.
i have become a contradiction in terms -
the wordless poet strikes again...
writer's block is the yoke around my neck,
the anchor that sends me drifting lachrymose
into the suffocating depths -
i am drowning,
swallowing tendrils of seaweed and tufts of
gossamer melancholy.
a struggling artist shouldn't have to work this hard -
to pay the bills yes, but not to create;
without the birthing process there is no artist...
yet there is still hope, a smidgen, a dark smudge on the horizon.
some knight errant might appear, with golden locks
and a smile that trembles the knees,
to inject love and longing back into my sulky heart.
he might extend his brave hand, down into
these murky depths, and yank me up;
dragging my creativity, bedraggled, choking,
retching, into the bleak light of inspiration's flare...
but then again, who believes in knights these days?
i am just as likely to wither away down here,
among the fishes and the wall-eyed anemones,
until the words have all filtered from my brain
and poetry is just a fond memory
from long-ago halcyon days...
For some there always has to be an issue
A drama of some sort
Always looking for or creating a problem
To inject their voice and thoughts
Seeming to thrive on conflict
Inserting their need for power and control
Deriving pleasure from others discomfort
Relishing in other individuals anguish to feed their souls!
The radiant river is where I ought to be
The radiant river is here to set us free
The radiant river is there to supply our endless needs
The radiant river is beyond the wild, reckless weeds
Streams of blood ripple in my veins...in my vibrantless veins...
Streams of worthlessness goes through my bemused brain
The radiant river renews my strength to move on with life actually
The radiant river renews my willpower to go forward wholeheartedly
The river below us is rapidly growing bigger
The river below us is drowning away sorrow
The river above us is slowly getting wetter
The river in my eyes are colliding as you know
Raindrops from bitter clouds collapse upon my hand
We are from a different land and now, I understand
The waves of my grief shine upon you now
The river of relief kindly is upon me somehow
Bravery is unwavering in my mind's wandering maze
I am going through a difficult phase and I am in a daze
Inject illumination into my dim veins
Lower my anxiety in my weary brain…
The river of radiance
Is like a brilliant dance
Enhance my effulgence inside me
In a trance in a sense...breathing heavily
The river of hope up above is here to stay
The river of ever-roving love is a day away
The radiant river sways and courses inside and out of me over and over
The radiant river swims to the ocean of emotion and finds another lover
Overall, I think the river favors me over the other bodies of water
I am the teardrops from bitter clouds that is a shelter like no other
Beauty is shyly shimmering and the moon is simply glimmering overhead
Misery is disappearing and the sun is sprouting while my feet feel like lead
I still believe in you, no matter what weather
I don't want to leave behind the radiant river
I still believe in swimming with you, abiding by my side
I don't want to leave the ocean, so gracious and wide
From the stage, the audience
Expectantly awaits,
Their faces all reflective
Of the mood the play creates.
I keep them out of focus
But make note of certain smiles
Which inject a boost of confidence
That reaches 'cross the aisles.
The me they know is not the one
Who's up there on the stage,
But rather an embodiment
Extracted from the page.
So when the spotlight's on, I'm in
That pure performance zone,
Connected to the ones who watch
But blissfully alone.
Freedom.
Oh you can run now, I'm setting you free
So for once in your life, accept gratefully
Ignore every time I proclaimed in the past
My arms open wide will, again, be the last
I said that before I won't say it anymore
I'd mean what I say, then you'd knock at my door
I'd open it up, let you in, let you lie, let you
Sleep in my arms hoping dawn won't come by
But morning did come with the realisation
Your eyes spoke a tale through a brief hesitation
Tsunami of regrets and self preservation
But at long last I've healed, I'm a brand new creation
Awash with tranquility, peace I never knew that
Exists beyond chases and captures from you
Stood still for too long and in sunk the teeth
You leeched at my neck, you wouldn't let me breathe
But those where the days I was happy to die for
I'd rather you kill me than leave me to cry.
A poisoned nostalgia begins to creep in then
Proceeds to inject itself under my skin
How the tables have turned, I've become the snake
The skin you infected has begun to flake
I'm shedding the moments, the heartbreak, the lust
The love and the hate now united as dust
So hard to accept this was never meant to be
So go, you can run now, I promise you're free.
Jodie Williams for
The secondhand emotion contest
13 Jan 2012
The other!!
who is the other?
The other:is anyone
who is different from me,
from my believes.
The other :is the alcaholic
who can't stop drinking,
The other:is the drug addict
who doesn't have more space
where to inject himself.
The other:is the prisoner in
his cell forever for an act he did,
after his horrible upbringing.
The other:is the homosexual
not accepted by his parents,
cos of his sexual orientation.
The other:is the scyzophrenic
who is in an institute locked forever,
instead of cured.
The other:is the neighbour
in my street who does not
vote for democrats ,like me!
The other is the muslim,
hindu,protestant,
who doesn't share
my catholic believes.
The other:is another neighbour
with nice dark skin,
whilst mine is white
as a dove.
we're different but....
Ilove:the other
Ilove:the other as my ownself-charma