Best Invitingly Poems


Premium Member It Was Her Poetry Seduced Me

When Thor struck his hammer
upon the flat ground on Earth
it was the pieces withstood the blow we named rock,
constructs we came to know as the mountains.

Even before that time
I crossed my fingers
wished I'd one day experience
...you.

I knew you before heavenly purity  grew wings
before angels blessed hearts 
invoking what we now know as love for our brethren .

I held you in the sphere of my understanding
as the lover I'd never meet but always carry
in the most cherished of my thoughts.

When Zeus handed me his quill and inkwell I knew
I would only use his gift for my inspired notes to you.

Though I was not blessed a poets words 
like Robert Browning 
he who took Elizabeth Barrett into his heart from the first time he read her 
so I did with you.

Only laid blood on parchment
to declare the love you inspired in me.

Like a schoolboy's first kiss
was the day my eyes embraced the body of your work.

Before the first pine broke the ground, the first lark sang,
the first orchards rare enchanted the rainforests. 

Before the first chameleon blended 
into the multicoloured break of dawn.

Before infinite rows of wheat invitingly waved from the fields to greet Hera.

Before liquid rose to separate into
creeks, swamps, rivers, lakes with fish of all kinds
wasn't it me who rode the first seahorse just to make you smile.

Anything, all...
possible 
with the swirl of a letter 
the turn of a word.

I found an immense love tracking the shores of your fine poetry 
always a chill that ran up my back.

No one. 

No one! 

Only you.

Your fine talent,

gifted,

honed

perfected...flaws and all...

moulds

sculpts,

breathes life into ordinary words,

creates poetry 

owns me.


September 26 2016 MY

Premium Member Reflecting on Carefree days

Looking deep into your invitingly, 
warm, brown eyes, I suddenly felt 
intoxicated, as if I were drunk,
Drunk, dizzy, and unbalanced,
Unbalanced, I stumbled right into an 
old tree,
Tree, it wasn’t any old tree; it was 
the tall palm tree, our secret meeting 
place.

Place, a heart-shaped rose garden, 
where endless hours of daydreaming 
and making plans,
Plans of things and places we
would visit and explore,
Explore and wander through some
of those great cities around the 
world,
World! That wonderful world was our 
dream. How nice if I could return to 
those old, carefree, lazy days.

Days where we could just lay in the 
warm tropical sun, listening to our 
favourite love songs, enjoying the 
cool sea breeze, oblivious to time, 
drifting us right into 
sunset,
Sunset worked its magic on our 
souls, inciting feelings of romance,
Romance, throughout our romantic
phase, you were thoughtful and 
generous, and always did everything 
with great love.
Love, our love was blooming 
beautifully like a Rose garden in 
Springtime,
Springtime sadly doesn’t last forever,

Forever wasn’t meant for you and me,
Me and you, it was our destiny to 
meet and then part, 
But alone and abandoned, I could 
never be, for in my heart, 
Those unforgettable memories of 
the “us” dwell in a perpetual embrace, 
undisturbed in eternal bliss.



By Zyrool

Pleiades I-Imagine

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


Premium Member An unforgettable Smile


In the realm of memories, there lies
an unforgettable smile, ethereal and 
bright,
It etched its mark upon my soul on a 
beautiful moonlit night.
It danced with joy, illuminating hearts 
with its sweetness and charm.
It was invitingly radiant, friendly 
and warm.

The smile was a simple gesture, 
for in its presence, worries seemed 
to vanish, 
It was an unwavering light in the 
darkest of times,
It spoke volumes in silence while 
giving a nod of acknowledgement 
and a feeling of relief.

Though the years have passed, and 
time may fade,
Captivated by its magic, against my 
will, the memory of that smile 
forever stays in my soul.
For in that unforgettable smile, 
for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse 
of Heaven here on Earth.


by Zyrool

Queen of the Night

As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.

The Mystery of the Moonlight

As lovers walk hand in hand, with each step their world becomes smaller under the moonlight
Cocooned in their embrace, lips on lips trace, as passion takes hold, under the moonlight  

At midnight, the tormented soul begins his pain the full moon sees his change
grisly slobber drips off mange, his deeds of horror will unfold under the moonlight

The nightingale sings, high in the serenity of darkened branches, for his mate pursued 
he sings in his solitude, so sweetly and invitingly to offer his love untold under the moonlight

In a velvet sky, the unknown sends comets gliding, now make a wish, for whoever sees, 
these fiery tails have dreamed of happiness  to appease and to behold, under the moonlight

Darkness shrouds the night, evil lurks in dank corners of lampless minds, choosing not to
keep the light they own, but sit beside the devils thrown where souls are sold under the 
moonlight

Outside I walk to clear my head, thoughts of what, in this ghazal should be said, to have a 
chance of a prize, to hopefully hypnotize, times running out and its cold under the moonlight  




For JP's Ghazal contest


A Whale's View of the Ocean

Oh graceful enchanting Ocean!
Your brilliant mesmerising waves
captivated my heart,
I can hear them calling to me,
can feel them
embracing me gently
As you summon them back and forth,
They invitingly drag me along,
As the sirens sing their song.

Oh resplendent sparkling sea!
I long for a life filled with wonder
On your infinite azure blue,
Waving my tail joyfully
As the day starts anew,
Orange and yellow lights dancing radiantly in the waters,
A miraculous sight.
As the dazzling sun sets,
Shining slanted beams of sunlight
Stretching across the vast ocean 
As stars brighten the night.

Oh mysterious tides!
A world filled with endless possibilities,
Bathing calmly in this boundless sapphire-filled bathtub,
As your sprays tenderly brush my face
While partying with the sunlight
With beauty and grace.
Upon you I sail, 
Transcending beyond imaginations to lands afar,
Freedom and adventure
Is what you are.

29/01/17
© Jamie Pan  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Life Is a Play - Journal Xv

LIFE IS A PLAY – JOURNAL XV

But there is a meadow
I would see in a dream 
With wild flowers rife
The most in a dream I’ve ever seen

For the view spreads endlessly
The golden bloom never fades
But stops only at some foothills,
Rolling, receding like ocean jade

The sky – and I under – a so deep light
      blue
I’d have me lay right down
Lost in its vast, interstellar view

As seeker I’ll invent me a stream
One that invitingly froths and bubbles
That I may lay down,
Float away all life’s troubles

Oh, maker of plots
I yearn to see a land far away
Where soul only resides
And happiness, peace name of the play

Bluebell Woods

I love bluebells, 
I like their deep scent, 
the way they jingle invitingly in the spring breeze, 
their delicate blanket patchworked by trees,
brief but bold blues against verdant greens, sparkling with white anemones.
This year I look at them and all they are doing is reminding me of the colour of your eyes.

Premium Member Fall

Heat intensive day are gone
Winter waves invitingly
Bright sunny mornings- bid a warm adieu
Dreary winter smiles- as it arrives

The brightness of long summer 
Now become short cold filled days
A new chill fills the crisp air
As leaves drop gently down.

The colors of fall are displayed
Like an artist painting a canvas
splashes of color dot the landscape
Creating a artistic and magnificent view.

9/30/13

Premium Member Castle Or Search For the Light

I see a shiny castle
On a high mountain top
Surrounded by a starry hassle
Of bright dancing stars
With moon hanging on its pillars
In the bed of puffy clouds
I see the candle light 
Shining through narrow windows 
Of the top floor arched pillars
My heart fills with unbearable 
Longing and desire to touch 
The light with my fingertips
I know I have to reach it
In the darkness of the night
I start my pilgrimage 
That lasts years of despair
Being lost and scared
Taking risky paths that lead 
To the darkness and demise
I panick and gave up many times
After thousands of sleepless nights 
I float in the vacuum of despair
And I am losing my affair 
With the shiny alluring light 
But in the depth of starry night
I see the omen of hope and delight
I see the lights of castle’s
Narrow windows every night
In dreams of deep insomniac daze
I see my hands reaching the light
In one passionate flight
But it seems the castle evades
My desperate attempts
And flies deep in to the
Darkness of the abyss
After all those years 
Of exhausting search 
I am hopelessly lost 
Sinking into dark cold empty
Nothingness I give up my 
Precious task once again
I spend eternity in suspenseful 
Numbness till one day 
After light years away
Suddenly I see the magical
Light flickering again
Much closer than ever 
In front of my eyes
I reach my arms cautiously 
But the light doesn’t shy away
For the first time I try once again
Almost touching its fiery edge
In one leap of despair
Hanging up in the air
Suddenly I see a bottomless abyss
That separates me from the castle
After so many years of attempts
I am no longer afraid or tense
I take a deep breath and descend 
in to the pit of running waters 
Into the coldness of unknown 
Unrecognizable scary world
That I never encountered before
Emptiness surrounds me 
After all those years of being lost
I no longer struggle I must
Descend into the running waters
And float into the infinity
But once again suddenly 
I feel solid ground under my feet
And like a bird in one leap
I fly to the mountain
Till its shiny top
With the wind behind my back
Where the gates of the castle
Are invitingly open
And I step in to the 
Magical light
That I was chasing all those 
Long years of 
Being lost 
In darkness

Blossom

Blossom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Road trip to Blossom
My growing up home
It is a farm place
In sunshine and
Fresh ozone
Lush and green.
I'm heading there
I'm going home

Driving on 
Like running wonder
I'm going home,
I'm comin home
Run wonder.

Onward hill's break past
Heading on ..
Bouncing up and down
Little .. little behind me
Passing wayward streams
Dry winds blowing by
On the road again
Morning breaks
Grey to blue
Today is crisp .. true
I'm heading Blossom..
I'm going there.

I'm riding on
Run wonder
I'm comin home
I'm comin home
Run wonder.

There ! rise a shape ..
A solitary farm gate
Swelling great
Painted Blossom A name.
I ain't dreaming
No genie, no lamp.
Miles and metres pickle by
The birds tickle full of fun
They fly up and down.
Blossom ! 
Open your gate ..

I am coming in
Run wonder
I m comin home
I m comin home
Run wonder

Her roof A painted red
Her walls still standing tall.
The humble rafters looking fine.
The windows glowing glee
They greet me ..

I am going in
The big brown door
Invitingly in.

Carnation's are blooming
Red and white
A bubble burstling
It's buregeon bliss
Feeling touching picking
No leaf A broken.
This home coming treat..
This home coming feast.

Run wonder
Running for the gate
Where I was a child
I m home
I m home
Run wonder
Blossom !!
Home at last
Still fresh and sweet.

Premium Member Lusting Abyss, His Darkness - Act 2

The number four shows form, pleasurable are their colours
Where normally it takes daylight to glow, to nurture natures flower

Resonating to elation, affirming these coloured bonds
The indifference of, blinded severely in respond

Amidst his darkening dark, sighs abound from two
In preach, clouded sermon is relayed, to run this virgin through

*~*

Such closeness in revel they, tongues asping if desiring more
What shall be the outcome, who addresses life's future door

Fervent zeal remains, against this backdrop of darkened hell
Yet, she demands and delivers he, again his body swells

*~*

Content, now comfort reached, she resides within his grip
Engulfed has the white become on this entering darkening trip

Saliva drenched, his head now bowed, engrossed, achievement said
Enriched by absorbing the white, amidst both, this stead

Her looks of hunger abound, naked like birth, blossomed rife
Do we dare to think of our surface, and what becomes of life

*~*

Like a sweetened girl in love, she looks up and admires the dark
One can only fear our tomorrows, our white dove joins his stark

Her body perky and peached, en-riched, she's now bowled over
Leg raised in content, in his dark there can be called clover

*~*

An aching hunger cries for more, in torrid lustful bites
His talons become their union, this darkened redded night

Taking, she invites him so, to suckle on her charms
Is this the virgin we knew, who once stood all alarmed

Manipulated she now is, her abundance he's now in grace
Shall she bow to her superior, in his darkly grimly place

*~*

Entwined they re-unite, as she absorbs his ogre charms
Invitingly she takes, her lips like a welcoming balm

He's tasted, taken in, in release he's in comfort gain
Her light engrossed with his dark, goes against the grain

*~*

Premium Member Gin and Tonic Magic


Was making dinner for my honey, mine.

I realized, alas, I added far too much thyme.

He whispered, “you are thinking way too much of rhyme!”

Quickly I filled us glasses, with ice-cold tonic, gin and lime.

That softened him and he softly whispered,

“Well, I guess after all, it’s no big crime.”

He was my love, so invitingly delicious and ever so sublime.

A peek for you, into my love-life’s, poetic summertime!


                             7/22/2022
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Wow

“W.O.W.” 
by:  Eric L. Boddie

Soft, full, voluptuous lips 

Perfectly curved, coke bottle hips 

Thick, smooth, welcoming thighs 

Deep, brown, sensuous eyes 

Firm, perky, luscious nipples 

Cute, mysterious, sinking dimples 

Pretty, petite, shapely feet 

Full, invitingly pinchable cheeks 

Mouth-watering, plump, tender, ripe, juicy, bouncy breasts 

A phat, firm, breath-taking, make you want to just smack it, well you know the rest 

Naturally done nails on the fingers and toes 

The strong, mysterious, puffy afro 

Slim, sexy and soft in the waist 

Soft, seductive and cute in the face 

Soft but firm, muscle-toned calves 

Rich, creamy caramel coloring her upper and lower halves 

All of this beauty with a matchable style 

The cherry on top, that unforgettable smile

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