Best Liquid Poems
Liquid Heaven
A feast for my womanly inner beast!
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You -I call Master!
Begging for forgiveness, in a position of love
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning,
As you make my head spin like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash a liquid heaven sound
My body speaks and mumbles a language meant for you
A touch of intimacy, that lathers up like liquid glue
Sticky but, yet so compelling
My tongue slips silent beloved words of joy into the air
You play the master of this dark solid room
This dungeon's all I consume
You engage me, to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment, I yearn for excitement
To feel the arousing sensation of your presence
That melts me and chill me with a flow that does not kill
I'm your thinker
Your muse and poet
You are my composer creating liquid tunes
Come here and expresses the hardness of your boldness
I confess to you my love
You are all I'm dreaming of
You drive your hands all over
Reaching every steamy spot
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are the master withholding a liquid element
In me, you release fluids that hit like a silent tide
A desire that comes with a full force of the fire inside
I crave for the taste of your lips
Your hands on my hips
Your fingers with a tight sensual grip
I dedicate my heart and my lust
To get lost within every push of your trust
Like a treasure deep underneath the sand
I'm addicted to the feelings of your command
Your hazel eyes are the sunrise
You bring out the obsession,
And my sweet tooth temptation
Like the moon above a misty night
Seducing me in every way in a poetic write
YOU, MY LOVE!!!
Your liquid heaven is the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!
by: PD
**A sweet Dedication To My Babe**
liquid little stones
skipping and skittering free
on shared umbrellas
Soothing is your song
as your crystal melody
plays within my heart
Inspired bt Raul Morenos' Rhythm of the Falls contest
As Liquid Fire Melts
As liquid fire melts with twinkling sunshine in your eyes,
Opening wings now embrace deeply all of my true emotions.
Feeling the warmth of your beating heart now fluttering so,
I see a radiant chain of daisies growing in the deep green grass.
Every choice I have ever made throughout my long life,
Has led me now to you at this very special moment in time.
Beholding ivory silk starlight whispers of Heavenly angels true,
I have now a clear vision of my life, my fate, and my destiny.
Becoming the richest person in this giant, lonely world—
Means finding you and sharing our love unconditionally.
All real emotions we have beholding in this life of ours,
Are part of that God-given sensitivity from the Almighty.
Truly, as liquid fire melts beyond in great stars of the cosmos,
I think of you, our love, and the starlight whispers of angels true!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 21, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Cosmic colors dance and prance
Swirling in and out of black holes
Doe-see-do’ing through the void.
God paints in pigment of a billion shades;
Each color in his Crayola box begets a
vibrant note of ecstasy in my soul.
I resonate with the universe;
pour myself through timeless seas of
onyx and obsidian hoops.
I am liquid joy as my soul melts into each hue.
Without the morbid physical plane,
I am one more painting
Living eternal.
Upon the waters waiting still,, a scudding duck decends.!
Dragonflies hover over blossoms and leeches deep,
Geese shake their heads, as they are passing the fronded willows, in verdant pleats
Hissy hiss is all they say,with their blatant contempt for the lush summers day!
The ganders enjoying their swaggering time on this fecund month of may.
While on meadow banks are waxing longer the source of septembers hay
Near lily pads
A gaggle of goslings go
Deep yellow fluffing they bob
Eyes on mom stay (close)
Egrets stream like banners
( Art white) on aqua skies.
Joe Maverick for Constance La France's four beautiful birds contest.
copyright may 2011
Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms
Rain – she has a complaint
dislikes being quoted as she (Rain) is FALLING
but had she not fallen
seeds would not have risen
land would have been brazen
Life would have become extinct
such is her importance, so distinct
Rain – she has a compliment
she is loved by all – kids, young, old alike
kids joyous over floating of paper boats
young ecstatic in love over drizzle drumming pane
old ambling in memory lane over hot coffee
raindrops filling Life's ocean with cheerful moments
joy waves kissing Life's shores with each movement
Rain – she is Liquid Devil
water, in excess gushing monstrously
tsunami causing devastation
consuming life all of sudden
destroying flora & fauna
receding water spreading epidemics
drenched havoc failing normalcy academics
Rain – she is Liquid Angel
water, life to all – human, animal, trees
in womb protecting embryo
in tomb blending concrete mix
generating electricity, axis of all motion
offering hope to desert through oasis
frozen at Poles averting earth's nemesis
Rain - her story is in her forms
past, present or future, same are norms
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By Hitendra Mehta
Honorable Mention - Members Contest - "Rain, The Story " by - A Rambling Poet
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She is the liquid night
The fluid obsidian chalice
She engulfs me
Her breath is frangipani
It is the air I breathe
She permeates me
In her starlit vision
In her saltiness
She inspires me
She is in lahara
The gifts she bares
She subdues me
Her laughter is gold
It is the sunlit day
She uncovers me
In her swaying presence
In her sand strewn hair
She desires me
She is the fallow earth
The orgasmic humus bed
She gestates me
Her touch is dewpoint
It wets my thirst
She precipitates me
In her silken sweat
In her pounding pulse
She receives me
Contest: Limerence theme
Silky
smooth satin skin.
Fluid, graceful movements
as you pour hot milky coffee
into
a cup, that soft smile on your lips.
Still half asleep, I spill
your coffee on
my lap.
As liquid fire melts with twinkling sunshine in your eyes,
Opening wings now embrace deeply all of my true emotions.
Feeling the warmth of your beating heart now fluttering so,
I see a radiant chain of daisies growing in the deep green grass.
Every choice I have ever made throughout my long life,
Has led me now to you at this very special moment in time.
Beholding ivory silk starlight whispers of Heavenly angels true,
I have now a clear vision of my life, my fate, and my destiny.
Becoming the richest person in this giant, lonely world—
Means finding you and sharing our love unconditionally.
All real emotions we have beholding in this life of ours,
Are part of that God-given sensitivity from the Almighty.
Truly, as liquid fire melts beyond in great stars of the cosmos,
I think of you, our love, and the starlight whispers of angels true!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – April 21, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet)
Eruption of ash,
Earth bleeds as the mountain vents:
A river of flames.
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
My love I anticipate tonight with much delight
Soft speech, smooth touch, the warmth of your body
More radiant than summer’s sunbeams, are you to me
Rouse my sacred womanhood with fire and flame
Throughout the night whilst I scream your name
My strong man, my loving man, my man whom I adore
Fulfill my deepest desires - give me more, more, more…..
Oh sweet incendiary show me thy art
Upon this gracious body and inside my heart
That thirsts of love with brim-filled bowels of fierce desire
That by mornings light I’ll have drained every drop of your liquid fire!
Another unwanted
passes through memories
down mundane streets
suburbs undaunted
available liquid pass
tempted nostril senses
youth invaded stolen by
unpure pretenses
soft like shreds of life
tears of laughter
preserve treads
to a childhood lost to
hereafter
Life without her soldier lover
Years in which she’ll not recover
From the news she got today
That her husband’s MIA
Not a trace of wreckage found
Just a note – his plane’s gone down
Now she’ll raise the kids alone
In a house not quite a home
Her husband just a memory
In her life that used to be
With ample amber liquid yet
She’ll try her best then to forget
Fresh drops of moisture,
Adorns the morning surface;
Embellished gardens.