Best Lushes Poems
Women are a thing of beauty
Created by God for man
From their different hips,to their lushes lips
Or the gentle touch of their hand
They all have a way about them
That I've noticed throughout the years
They have tender hearts,and precious smiles
With beautiful eyes that sparkle,when filled with tears
But they constantly look at other women
Though none will tell you that it's true
From their styles of hair,to the clothes they ware
It's a hidden secret that they all do
Some will say that I'm wrong
As they claim,"Hey that's not me"
But I'm a man who has watched for many years
And am now exposing the secret that I've seen
Some of them are concerned about their weight
Or possibly the droopiness of their breasts
Or the stretch marks that may have appeared some where
Along with menopause,PMS,and all the rest
All I can say is we are men
Who don't really notice most of those things
You are all beautiful in your own special ways
And you will always be a part of our dreams
DannyBoy:1-16-13 ©
Ha,ha.. :oP
Categories:
lushes, funny, humorous, women, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
He stumbled in, as drunk as sin
with a limp and a nose full of red
He ordered cheap gin, and the blood dripped in
As he raised the drink to his head
He sat on the stool,and the drops formed a pool
He could feel all the eyes on his back
He guzzled the fuel, but he kept his cool
As he loaded the balls in the rack
He straigtened his gaze, yet still in a haze
and challenged the room to a game
Then through the maze, with a cigeratte blaze
The surly stranger came
His face was stone, He walked alone
With a beer and a black leather case
with a cue of his own, his cover was blown
On his wrist a tatoo of an ace
He said "I'll take", and he put up his stake
The lushes all gathered around
With a half hearted shake they flipped for the break
While the bartender poured out a round
The stranger broke, with a solid stroke
And down fell the four and the three
This guy was no joke, then he pinched from his poke
and cried out "the next one's on me"!
Ear to Ear grins, as they swilled down that gin
In this stranger, a hero they'd found
They cheered him to win, as he knocked those balls in
they cheered for another free round
He had it won, yes all but one
The eight was final ball
The table run, the lushes stunned
When that sphere refused to fall
Clinching his fist, shocked by his miss
He glared across the table
Like a ship in list from drunken bliss
to stand he was barely able
That drunk cracked a smile, for he knew all the while
That he only needed one chance
In appearance so vile, yet he shot with style
That Gin put him into a trance
His vision was blurred, he mumbled and slurred
Yet to win he would need just one more
And so much as a word, could not be heard
That stranger just stared at the floor
Well he sank that ball, and won it all
and he yelled with a bellowing groan
"before last call just one more tall
And the lushes can all buy their own!"
Categories:
lushes, cowboy-western, people, social,
Form:
Ballad
I Am A Lioness
I am an alluring inviting fiery lioness
Many know my heart and my soul is truly uniqueness
My main attraction my long and lushes of tresses
As beauty within my well astonishing body of form
Into the wild-life habitat to which where I do thus roam
My sharp shiny teeth are as strong and bright as life
Whom I am and to many of mankind I cannot describe
Though my carnivorous characteristic traits I can’t hide.
I’m telling you now I’m the ravenous fiery lioness
I clearly thus roam and own this wild-life around and around
With my head held high in the vast land of this wilderness bound
I was minding my own business and oh no found I was trapped
Thus viciously was enraged and fiercely locked in a cage
Then never saw my beloved they put me on display
Fiercely was running away from it all for I frowned in dismay.
Written: Aug. 21, 2015
Categories:
lushes, imagery, strength,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Her smile shed a glow,
her smirk shows her skill,
cutting on the curvature,
banking on the opponent,
dropping like a pro,
moving like a dancer
sculpted of sensual stone
smooth and flawless,
braids cascading down
emphasizing lushes lips of pink.
Tantalizing
dark eyes
drawing you in
stalling your game,
the epitome
of a full moon in a cloudless sky
at midnight,
the eloquence of natural beauty.
Categories:
lushes, passion, sports, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Erotic Mystery
poem
Lionel Derbyshire
The morning smells like roses
The night is left behind.
Two bodys rolling over organs
Waiting and slithering close
There are no walls
To divide kisses
Hearts are erotic
Love is rage.
The ecstasy starts
Bodys grow stiff
Parts are pouting.
Honey flowing streaming
Fearing no caveats.
The morning smells like roses.
The sheets they slip
Sharp nails etch
Every blue vein in ire
Crying deep.
The lips rapture
The seduction myteriously.
The eyes are close
Hearts are pounding ,
Cupid is in loving brace
such like Eros in blythe
And Aphrodite just lushes about.
Or am I just ..
Swirling bordeaux.
Categories:
lushes, allusion, cute love, desire,
Form:
ABC
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Two
All night her troubled sleep buffeted the makeshift ramparts
The flip-flop flop flop flop of her tears undermining hearts
The plaintive cry of the lone crane seeking the flock heading south
When it paused on her pubic lushes’ warm geothermal parts
Some thought she’d un-crossed her legs during the chill of the night
Though the islets and reed pockets still held their primal sight
Others heard her moan and groan in the dark of their tight sleep
While strapped sailing boats shook their mast-heads testing their
frail might
Full many clusters of menacing clouds came hurrying by
Hoping to caress ripe bosom and swell lap on the sly
Some girl gazed past misty curtains and saw Ol’ Khayyam rise
On hillock shoulder where he pitched his tent to the dim sky
No lover so loyal as that lonesome lass from Lahore
Everyday as she gently treads to her job on the Mall floor
Her dark diamond eyes carved into milk-white blushing cheeks
Her tulip lips part for the tent-maker’s son of Nishapur
And all the glory of an opening night at La Scala
Break through to greet Bonjour to our Lady Traviata
She blinks her stricken eyes to turn fountains to water-falls
Then rippling tummy and lolling breasts belt: Viva Aria!
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
lushes, allegory,
Form:
Quatrain
Come to see my web, says the spider to the fly
Am I lured into his game, no I am not, not I
Come and see my pictures, I keep them by the bed
Oh no I wasn’t born yesterday, I’ll stop here I say instead.
Would you like a big one, I look at him aghast
As he shows me a brandy glass so full it’s absolutely vast
Never walk with a man in the woods, my mum to me did say.
They try to lure you with anything, don’t listen to them anyway.
I took her advice and never sat on a sailors knee
I won’t be lured by anyone, I’m not daft I am not, not me.
My one indulgence I must admit
It has lured me into trouble and quite a bit.
The lure they use now they know, is really killing me
They only have to show me and I cannot leave one be.
Don’t let me see or have a sniff, I’m gone there is no saving me
A sausage roll my downfall will lure me out they know
They hold them out in front of me and then I’m on the go
I’m trapped into anything; just for a sausage roll
My life is now a torment, I always pay the toll
So help me please do not tempt me with this lushes lure
I want to be what my mum wants and to keep my self all pure.
Categories:
lushes, funny, imagination, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
See who I ‘am? Don’t you even know who I ‘am? Don’t fake
like you don’t know me, you’ve seen me Before…I’m sure you
have. The sisters all be hating on a fine sister like me, because
I got it going on… Yeah, I’m the one that all the brothers want to
get with in town and those who haven’t wish that I could be their
Boo or Lil Ma. Let them dream on, I’m too much woman for just one
alone. You know you want me to be yours? All the brothers be wanting
to buying me the finest black pearls, diamonds and lynx furs…just to get
to know my name or get them digits from me. You feel me? You be faking
like you don’t see me when you be walking with your little anorexic
wife, but I see you sneaking a peeking out the side of your eyes at all this
lushes big booty thing as I pass you by. I know you want me? I might just
let you get with me, once I finish this last flight of stairs and get my inhaler
out of my pocketbook and check my blood pressure and finish this last piece
of KFC chicken. Yeah, even my horny young doctor wants to jump on these big
bones, he says…”Ms. Johnson you need to get your weight under control or
you’re going to die.” that’s just his little secrete way for saying I’m staring at your
big full bosoms and I’m just dying to bury my face between them later on tonight.
Yeah, he be begging for a shot at the big show… you all know you want me? I hear
yall when yall giggling and snickering behind my back as I pass yall by, be trying
to get my attention. You all know I’m way too busy to be bothered with all you haters
and all these men who want to be my lover and stuff. Honey… I’m in a hurry I have
to get my bus stop, so I can catch my next bus.
Categories:
lushes, parodyme, me,
Form:
Free verse
I see a land completely all in white
Secluded by the trees and the bushes
This place is grand seeming a holy sight
It’s not like snow or powder in some night
The land is quietly filled with shushes
I see a land completely all in white
The woods holds the mystery of delight
Will the fairy that made this give wishes
The place is grand seeming a holy sight
There are spots illuminated by light
The whiteness is bright and filled with lushes
I see a land completely all in white
No creature here really wants to fight
Glory emphatic is great in thrushes
The place is grand seeming a holy sight
White seems to sure make everything just right
Not a plant carries or surely crushes
I see a land completely all in white
The place is grand seeming a holy sight
Contest: Fantasy
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
6/20/2013
Categories:
lushes, fantasy, life, nature, places,
Form:
Villanelle
You broke down barriers and set me free
Like butter that melted for the cause
You spiced up my life and flavoured me
With delicacies from foreign shores
Covered my head with jelly fish moulds
Told me to dream then put me to bed
Shaken and stirred with slivers of gold
Showed me of blues that you have bled
Standing for journeys to be undertaken
Frozen in realms of art imagery
Steadied in captured essence forsaken
Venturing forth with wobbly knees
Transformed forever this sculpture remains
Not fearing the comforts of being at ease
Framed like some unstable ocean wave
Floating in silence on stormy seas
I chuckled at the thought of innocence
And almost forgot the meaning of fun
Tickling the soles of benevolence
As the dark proceeds to get swallowed by the sun
Light will break free, let truth be told?
Fresh water fish that will learn to fly
There’s lots more beauty for us to behold
Skipping along while ignoring the signs
Becoming unflinching and slippery when wet
Passing the points of no return
Cross ponds and lakes with no regret
Ending the saltwater freedom spurn
Yet one thing still remains inept
The innocence that I demonstrate
Though prominent and very well kept
Shall evaporate and recreate
The ripple effect that's all but died
In mushroom clouds far up above
Soon flowing myself onto your insides
To close the emphatic circle of love
That is the fuel which keeps us sane
I must admit that I emit a strange glow
Whenever I’m standing outside in the rain
I open my gaping being to swallow
The musings as my lips come apart
I welcome the showers that wet my plains
It charges the vein that pumps my heart
And cleans my canvas while drowning pains
To liven the pastures with lushes of green
Leaving me thinking of what next to do
Ideally surfacing secrets unseen
As I smile and cry in wonder of you
Categories:
lushes, thank you, me, fish,
Form:
Quatrain
Black Fruit
Sweat on his brow from the labour of his fruit
Which seldom does grow despite his tireless pursuit
Maybe it’s the soil in which they were planted
Lushes trees that did flourish now stand disenchanted
Once a garden of beauty now bares a sinister side
Malevolently murky where evil does hide
The frail gardener’s hands are no longer so strong
And a persistent voice does remind him of all of his wrongs
It’s not his guilty conscience just a sickening trend
So familiar and demanding does this voice always lend
He thought the bellowing shotgun would make this burden soon cease
As well as the frenzied concealment of every godforsaken piece
As the day is consumed by darkness and only the fog is his kin
To the disdain of the gardener her voice will never give in
There’s no worthy fruit of his labour on which to survive
He lies in bed cold and hungry shotgun by his side
Fifty five years of memories have tainted the soil
And the fruit when it grows shares the same shade as oil
The torment and anguish scar like a deep wound that’s long bled
He’ll soon marry again it’s to death he will wed
Now the gardens neglected without the Old man’s repair
But the smell of ripening fruit does now fill the air
Categories:
lushes, angst, betrayal, death, old,
Form:
Breathless......
She starves me for words
making
it
hard
to describe
such picturesc beauty
with a face
that stops my pen.
But I stumble on
grasping at words
being spawned
by her presence,
in my mind
I see her
standing by
a secluded pond
with cliffs
on the far side,
six slender waterfalls
raining down
spraying off
protruding rocks
causing a mist
to dampen
her lushes
curly redish golden hair,
and here I sit
within the edge of the woods
staggered
by the appearance
of a wood nymph.
Categories:
lushes, nature, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Do you remember when - we looked into each others eyes.
Then our souls sparked together - we where electrified..
I remember when we first touch - our bodies turned into mush.
Passion of our hearts beating fast - blood rushing mind numbness mad.
Nakedness into our own married tree - vine with roses I clearly see.
Across the sea into the clouded sky - your lushes skin is all mine.
Many years we do have - time for ourselves love in our hands has been so
divine
Our bond will not be broke - I love this woman - that is no Joke..
Categories:
lushes, wifelove,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Whenever you enter the room I can see a beam of sunshine,
You are claimed by another yet I still yearn for you to be mines,
Whether I’m asleep or awake the image of you dances within my head,
I lay with another but it is you that I need in my bed!
My body is my home and my temple is my soul,
Shelter me with thou true love and keep me warm from the cold,
Only you have the power to bring forth absolute bliss,
With your round lushes voluptuous lips you leave me longing for that one enhancing kiss!
Can you hear me calling or do you even feel my presence?
After tasting the fruits of your loins I can tell your essence,
If I was to die I shall ask the Lord to grant me just one last glance,
This here is our innocence we speak of but I look towards you with a heart of romance!
The more I stare at you the prettier you become,
I’m intoxicated with your beauty and I have long put away the rum,
This trance that I’m under is it a form of witch-craft or faith?
I’m dining with another but it is you again I want as my mate!
I’m burning on the inside because I cannot touch what I desire,
I believe this is pain is worst than hell because I would welcome the fire,
I say that because I feel my world is utterly in a ball of mess,
I no longer can live my life without the caressing touch of my Mystery Guest!
What shall I do with one last wish …
Categories:
lushes, me, longing, me,
Form:
All efforts tabled on Nigeria;
Experiencing a fortunate miscarriage,
Feasting Aso rock- a pizzeria
But never admit it is the cause of this age.
Upon the solid manifesto,
That touches all sectors:
Picturing California's Barstow,
To cajole mandates of the electors.
Finally, all promises are working...
Nigerians are glad to vote SAI BABA.
How beautiful things are shirking!
Yet, we never cease referencing YORUBA's BONOBO.
Now, pebbles tear apart the wall to a lowland.
No sands dare last all days.
Though, the wall can not withstand
The test of time come the apartness of clays.
The crevices in the wall:
Is an awaiting lost of hope;
One day, the wall will surely fall.
Just like acrobats won't last all days on tightrope.
The time is no longer right;
The poor and his rights are wrong,
For there's no one to stand by him.
Those beautiful hearts; pure and young
Have been battered and their loves' lights dim.
Buhari's reign is like what?
Revelation said it well in his whatnot
And if that be the truth,
Should we believe, lazy are all youths?
Why do we fear actions and love words?
If we never mind, our hens can fly like birds
But we keep living in reliving,
The leadership orbiting the Africa GIANT's sun outliving...
The societies expectations--
A reason millions are invested in educations.
When shall we be tired?
To relieve those supposed to have retired.
Just like the withered leaves bring
Blessings unto tree to renew its strength.
The odd flowers introduce the spring
And relinquished fortitude to breath.
The detached withered leaves
That have been laid to rest,
Can never regain life's airfoil
Than enrich the top soil.
What are meant for backups,
Ended up been the beautiful ups.
One thing unsure is the extent of our grieves,
All are mere satisfying best.
Of course, sun shall rise and shines bright on the green lushes,
Blessing nature with its radiant nutritional solar energy.
As the aiding glimmer blushes,
It shall promote unbelievable synergy.
But if nights tarry for long,
Mornings shall come with the healing birdsong...
Youths, light the nights;
Cohorts, best their rest.
Categories:
lushes, abuse, africa, art, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme