Best Integument Poems


Premium Member Luscious

Sin

   Oh, my ...

      Desire, divine

         What I would give

            To nibble your saucy bits

               You are a wine-taster's banquet

                  Each exquisite inch of your integument

                     Hides a sweet savor all its very delectable own

                  Poured to pique the primal compulsions

               And treat the tongue, its tang

            What a journey it could be

         Inch-to-sublime-inch

      A fiery feast

   Of you ...

Skin.




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Like intense bone rattling thunder in a perfect storm,
my tidal waves crash upon your integument shores.

Jared Pickett
3/23/2010
Asavvy1
Form:

Premium Member Dwellers and Grazing Land

The Earth is groveled by her own soul.
With her skull welting on the sky, as all.
Affixes the omissions in her memory.
Together with people and greenery.

The grass lies behind shuck's pole.
In a casket placed of ivory, there is a soul.
Below the moon, earn merely terms of clay
Midmost of the arid desert, it holds sway.

That which dozes like a dead man.
Barrows covered by boulders pan
Throne room games with the guard.
In the moonlight, drunk and scared.

The last to fall bide the written word.
It's when the power starts to rise as a sword.
Down the thick integument of the subsoil.
The sky is about to become a little turmoil.

And the moan of the shrub eyelash.
The saddle on Grasshopper flash.
The comb of a bird of the wilderness.
Its rainbow side is drowsy and restless.

Then achromatic milk up to his shoulders.
As Adam leaves Eden and the field he enters
Relieving the bird as well as the stone.
The power to speak aloud and shone.

He redid himself as they tethered in bed.
Terms that lead your heart to skip dread.
And now he is in a state of madness.
Loving, like a soul, into the grass.

7TH PLACE WINNER

Written: April 20, 2022

Anything You Want - New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Wondering, As Frothy Masses of Bubbled Soap Traverse Mine Body

Haunting and haunted, 
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting, 
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument 
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl. 
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and ripple and course 
Undulant across my sinews, driven by the pound and pour of the 
Plunging, cascading cataract of pressurized shower water....
I wonder, I mull and I ponder over the 
Accounting, the tally, the sum total of those 
Ephemeral faces by soap and pressured water engendered:
Those ghastly and spectral faces which precipitate 
Diluted, water-blasted soaps have, in 
Soppy, splashy, soap-lashing 
Depositions on that pebbled floor atop of which I stand
(Or did when the inspiration for this poetical work mine
Did, whilst erectly bathing, occur to me)
Yet how many multitudes of these 
Through the course my myriad bathings and showerings;
How many of those horrid, demonical, haunting and haunted 
Physiognomies did I of a moment 
Indirectly will, if you will, into being-
Even whilst the shower coursed pluvial and pouring waters thundered all around?
Form:

Delicious

black petal lips
and budding hips
with soft sighs she sips
a pitcher of wine rose
moon kissed locks
and dainty socks
cups that overflows
apple cider eyes
and vanilla bean skies
a dull ache mulling
his deep voice lulling
french tipped nails
abed rigid sails
air brushed smiles
and earthly wiles
a blackberry haze
her integument maze
he does explore
she does adore

An Average Schlepper

This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,

laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon

for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize

unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,

and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,

where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness

lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series

of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head

one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently 
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate

psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed 
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming

imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat) 
faced, booked on hatred did demonize

verbal assaults indicate 
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering 
impossible to categorize

glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder

quite evident amyloid plaques 
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation 
unquestionably led him to demoralize.


Rem Changeling

She danced upon my sleepy knife-edge
Rem sleep concealed; my hollow tin ledge
Was the naked girl who stole my show

Labanotation echoed her tarred shamed knees
Free falling from grace, cumulating fees 
Have every my gutter pushed so low?

Integument tally, a dollar per pound
Rumoured lies within; no truth found
Flesh voucher paid in Bordeaux

So I flickered in though
Scar tissue hand did plough
My poured soda fountain flow
Form:

Premium Member Bougainvillea

The new season did just start at last
slowly crept shedding its past outer
winter integument. Displaying
proudly attracting meticulous
attention with its graceful stylish
semblance. Scent of delicious greener
with elegant chromaticity,
art gallery of nature's sailcloth.

A wheelbarrow, pruning shears, shovel
and hoe parked in the backyard near a
blooming fuchsia bougainvillea
needing a trim. It frames a bedroom
window drawing attention as it
stalks up the red concrete brick tangled
with a lolled white sweet-scented jasmine
vine as it scans the highest rooftop.

A flicker of movement behind the
spiky thorns and fuchsia blooms a green
lizard scampered up the wall and vanished.

3/26/2019

 Poetry Contest: Bougainvillea
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Pharisaic Shark

You are a lustful Pharisaic shark, who feeds voraciously from the sea of corruption.

You turn your soul away from the righteousness of God's ordinance, and now your head is sick with greed.

Your flesh burns with desire.

Your heart becomes laden with iniquity.

You wear an integument crimson as you let the tide of immorality navigate you to an equable rookery.

You are trapped in a world of get rich, stay rich syndrome.

So, at will, you summon your false devoted mien when you assemble the sheep.

You are a rhetoric genius.

You are brilliant in systematic explanations of the biblical text with theatrics and thematic expository narratives.

With an unpurified soul, you instill in yourself the force to be personable and charismatic as you sink your articulate fangs deep into the throats of your faithful sheep.

You gave birth to yourself and you live in a realm of narcissism.

You live with no prickling stings of regrets.





January 16, 2023

1 Timothy chapter 3 verse 8  
2 corinthians  chapter 8 verse 21
Form: Narrative

Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

outward brain stem hummock
     analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
     figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts

     roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
     splashes cerebral hemispheres
     triggering body electric
     to become alert as a blood hound

countless millenniums ago
the flight or fight reaction apropos
when savage beasts
     threatened tribe with bro
whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow

wing, thence railing, swooping,
     trouncing dough
main housing small cluster of emo
ting primates (gabbling in primal
     grunts and groans witnessing ruminants

     scurrying to and fro
survival of the fittest danger field
     thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow
outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, hoe
ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,
when looming predator doth woof
     and warp emergency arises,
     when debacle fore stalled
for time against getting mauled
whereby each subsequent ruse
out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew
zing potential breakfast, lunch,
     or dinner as the sorry loo

sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life",
     which thru countless millenniums strategies grew
layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few
till hetty became diminished

     as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew
upon accumulated storied history
     learned from Bubba Zayda's
     many times over motley crew

squirreling modus operandi
     wove (traversing eons)
     corpus collosum hair
     (more so nerve fiber weave

a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin
     left and right fist size gray matter
     coated with transparent integument
     custom made swiftly tailored sleeve

ah...proving grounds,
     when forebears of *****Sapiens
     touch and go tagged on permanent leave
     on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

Premium Member sarikha

love …

a crutch for you
but you wear it like a Prada suit
matching handbag, of course, to keep
your toys in …
(mostly men … alphabetically)
six-inch Blahnik stilettos for crushing
egos with similar style
but not via hearts -
straight through their venerating eyes
gray matter properly mangled
into chemic chaos -
receptor sites jammed
while their limbic systems languish …
marionettes with synaptic tendrils tied to
your blinged fingertips -
“dance, my darlings … this is IT!”
watermelon vape, swirling out your 
nostrils like nicotine noodles
entrancing the ‘little folk’ …
oh to be the fly on your walls -
the lisps on your lips
to be the catkin-soft integument that
clings to your feverish flesh
to know the “pow!” of your empowering ego
painfully marginalized for beauty
like the moons on your fingernails -
growing with each ouchy push
of those cute cuticles …
oh sweetness -
how I’d transform you if I
were but deity
daub you daringly with my moonlight brush,
chin-to-shins …
sunset crimson to slather your toes
pull stars from the vault to set
your tresses ablaze
and drape the Milky Way about your shoulders
christening your surfaces
with impish luster …
yes …
there is redemption in you
a seductive salvation
it is coy and tentative and wry
but it captures …
from your coal-black eyes to
Cheshire grin
it pulls the world IN like a vortex
but it needs tender taming
and an ambiguously selfish lover
who yearns your pleasure far
more than his own -
who finds his excitement in
exciting YOU
who has no passion short
of stirring yours
who is here, now
and only needs one dear …
deliciously dark …
whisper …

“yes”








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 11, 2024

Premium Member Living City Seven

dirty-breathed, it lies awake

          thrumming with a pulse its own

     veins feeding integument

coursing with humanity

          its bejeweled breast reaching

     shaming the heavens themselves

weaving progress ... with the stars.






~ 1st Place ~  in the "Finish Line In Seven" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Brian's Choice G, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.

( Theme: 'City Life' / seven syllables per line - counted at HowManySyllables.com )

Premium Member ingrained

etched …

into flesh …
into the warm muscle of my being
your colors … stained me …
each a story
each a passionate moment of unusual depth
from the reds of your hot blood,
coursing me
the warm ochers - your joyous spirit
cool sapphires, your eerie ire
sadness and hurt, the slates and grays
envious emeralds, (brief)
dazzled white brilliance, your smile
and the utter inky black of your quiet rage
a color that devoured all others -
that devoured me
choking
gasping for your grace
(always granted) …
you are the ink
and I am your integument
you have written your sins and supplications
upon me …
the stories they tell,
indelible and intransigent …
a bit of pain and bleeding with
each glyph and letter
wiped smooth by the sweet, soft
soothing of your spirit …
I am your carnal canvas -
your searing brand
immutable and love-deep
I am your …

tattoo.








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 13, 2024

The Black Man

A walk of freedom from the dark days of suffering,
The yoke shattered as the sun shines on his dusty face,
Once Slaved to his fellow man for integument difference.
The toil of his endless slavery accompanied by scourges,
His bare back bent to the sky and the whips of his master,
The Black Man was  fervent in his virtuous desire for his good future.

The rusty chains left a shackled scar on his freedom path,
The virtuous future once longed for granted to him,
He's now a master of himself no longer bound to slavery. 
With a pure heart of Gold he ascent to abide with his torturer,
Anew beginning for both race as they sojourn in peace,
All to the detriment of the Black Man.

Just like  the saying goes “Old Habits Never  old masters became wearied of equal rights with the slave,
Soon He was tagged niggard for trying to survive,
In a stound prejudiced once more for his skin colour.
Enslaved once more by laws of the old masters,
The Black Man returns to a mental plantation picking cotton.

Judged By the skin colour the Black Man continues in a race of life seeking equality and servile to Racism.
SAY NO TO RACISM
Form: Prose

Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

Outward brain stem hummock
analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts

roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
splashes cerebral hemispheres
triggering body electric
to become alert as a bloodhound

countless millenniums ago
the flight or fight reaction apropos
when savage beasts
threatened tribe with bro
whizzing primitive creatures 
some forced tweet crow

wing, thence railing, swooping,
trouncing dough
main housing small cluster of emo
ting primates (gabbling in primal
grunts and groans witnessing ruminants

scurrying to and fro
survival of the fittest danger field
thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow
outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, hoe
ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,
when looming predator doth woof
and warp emergency arises,

when debacle fore stalled
for time against getting mauled
whereby each subsequent ruse
out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew
zing potential breakfast, lunch,
or dinner as the sorry loo

sir aye sic newton, sans 
this non nonsense game of "Life",
which thru countless millenniums strategies grew
layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few
till hetty became diminished

as proper contra bands of bipedal hominids drew
upon accumulated storied history
learned from Bubba Zayda's
many times over motley (foolish) crew

squirreling modus operandi
wove (traversing eons)
corpus collosum hair
(more so nerve fiber weave

a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin
left and right fist size gray matter
coated with transparent integument
custom made swiftly tailored sleeve

ah...proving grounds,
when forebears of *****Sapiens
touch and go tagged on permanent leave
on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.
Form: Rhyme

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