Best Mistress Poems
Her heart was
whirling,
swirling,
twirling
inside the eye
of a
whirlwind,
so I
weaved words
to calm her rage,
because,
like an empathic eagle,
a poet is a
storm chaser,
unafraid of
human hurricanes.
A wordsmith word weaves
against windstorms,
decorating nebulous skies
with rainbow bridges,
kissing the warm balmy
neon glow of the sun,
softly soothing,
vivid vexations
through
intimate intrinsic artistry,
because,
a cloudless day
is a bandage wrapped...
Too tight.
Only a bard can
affectionately alliterate
the grip of grief,
as poetry can be the cure
to calm tempested trauma.
Ink is the mistress
to butterfly sentiments.
I will not stop the moths
from devouring you,
as long as they feed
on toxic thoughts.
I have made a home on the moon,
where stardust scribbles carry us to freedom.
I feel the water
above me
below me
all around me
intimate
caressing
accepting
loving me
I go further down
to touch the bottom of the pool
and there
on the two painted dolphins
I push my hands down
and my feet break free from the water
shooting up into the air
my handstand
For a moment
I revel the erectness of my form
My legs above the water
the water trickling down them
slowly
I bring them back down
and burst out of the water
head and chest pushing out
Hair...laden with water
swung back
spraying a trajectory of liquid crystals behind me
I take in the air
I smile
I live
I breath
my arms move back and forth
I dip in again
then swim to the far side of the pool
I hold on to the metal hand guards
Put my legs out on the side of the pool
Knees bent
I push myself below the surface
looking around...
my playground
the water, my home
I'm in my element
I'm free
weightless and happy
the muffled sounds
and dancing lights on the surface
flirt with me
I stay for as long as I can
then I break the surface
Floating on my back
I look at the sky
I feel sublime
chest and tummy tasting the air
I'm there
There
where in my mind
I'm beautiful and divine
sultry mistress of the water
he's touching every part of me
I'm free
I'm free
Jade
I am never as happy as when I'm swimming....the pool lets me be more creative, but I also enjoy swimming in the Mediterranean sea. I've been called a dolphin.... I'm more like another aquatic mammal at present, but even those creatures are graceful and beautiful in the water. Summer is coming....
You are beautiful, like fire in the night,
warming me with no boundry
heating me with severity
burning me right,
encircling me with love danger delight,
rattling my manhood's ********
lapping through circulation
engulfing my might,
How could I be in love
with the wind, earth or water
when I have you, my Mistress of Fire,
Enchantress of my blood bud, of my dark dove,
a flamed feathered rub
you lick around my head of history
using red and gold strokes to paint mystery
supernatural seductress of bonfire therapy, I delve,
I stoke you repeatedly with my masculine trunk,
you spray sparks like a star in oval ******,
catching you with my soul's hot prism
we give our lust divine *****,
price for thee, my heart's eternity you've drunk,
You, a woman rediscovering love of song
I, exploring rose ritual in your dawn,
Muse and Poet, minx and hunk -
J.A.B.
The sun has deigned to smile on me
And make me his mistress moon
He fills with fire and burns in me
With heat of the sultry noon
I’m ravished by his solar flares
That make my face to glow
All night there is a radiance
In silver streams that flow
On velvet sheets of midnight black
I reign, mistress supreme
The stars all look with wonder on
Entranced by each moon beam
The love he made remains in me
And pulsates forming tides
The sea and oceans can't be still
From love that in me bides
The waves, they swell and do my will
The mistress of the night
Reflecting love from lover Sun
Until he rules in light
The sun, he comes to smile at me
His lover, mistress moon
He raptures me in his embrace
My splendor will shine soon
Eileen Manassian
Soft hair blows across her face.
A sheen on excited skin emanates.
Bottomless eyes reflect attraction.
Immeasureable beauty pulls his attentions.
No equal can be found in any race.
Rowdy laughter never showed such grace.
No attempt to veil love's
drunkenness passes between them.
Childlike innocence is reborn.
Bonds of affection grow with each word.
Distance does not diminish emotional ties.
Smiles cannot be beaten from the faces of lovers.
And yet loneliness creeps behind her.
Parting lets in the pain and emptiness.
She must caress herself to sleep.
He does not lie beside her in the morning.
The memories of his kind voice ring
throughout her scattered thoughts.
When will this illicit love be sanctified?
Recognized by official decree?
Will God grant union to wayward love?
Mayhem's mistress of sweeter meter ~
prime time's rhymes - Nina Parmenter!
1/13/21
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The mistress of mirth it’s who I am
In reality I am simply Jan
I’ll try and give you laughs
About my silly gaffes
And entertain as much as I can
My panties once went up the hoover
It was a remarkable manoeuvre
Yes I will disclose
They flew up the hose
Phew- I still retain a sense of humour
In response to limerick from Jack Ellison
15th March 2015
The Poet And His Mistress ~A Collaboration With The Romantic Poet ~Liam Mc Daid
Her lustrous skin captures his vision
He gently carves his desire on her
The foreplay of word begins
As she divulges the door to heaven
Bewitched by the color of her moonlight,
he bathes within the salt of her valley
The mystery behind his curtain of words
Is unlocked by his divine mistress
His heart races when she silently meets
the poet of her sensual dreams
As he traces her beauty with his fingertips
Ice melts on her crimson lips
And the foreplay of word begins
Thank you Liam for sharing The canvas with me
Her real name's Jan, the Mistress of Mirth
She tickles our fancies with every verse
Where are our “fancies”
Are they inside our panties
With two minds like ours it could have been worse
© Jack Ellison 2015
Her lustrous skin captures his vision
He gently carves his desire on her
The foreplays of word begins
As she divulges the door to heaven
Bewitched by the color of her moonlight,
he bathes within the salt of her valley
The mystery behind his curtain of words
Is unlocked by his divine mistress
His heart races when she silently meets
the poet of her sensual dreams
As he traces her beauty with his fingertips
Ice melts on her crimson lips
And the foreplays of word begins
Thank you red for sharing pens
A Collaboration With Red Fiery and Liam Mc Daid| Year
She reaches out with frozen fingers,
tapping on my shoulder,
looking for attention.
Her crisp, clear breath dances about my neck,
causing me to pull on my collar,
and wrap my scarf a little tighter.
She creates a wonderland of magic,
but one so cold that I avoid her presence,
opting instead for the comfort of a warm blanket,
and cozy fire.
But still, she has her allure.
My curiosity is to know her,
to feel her cold, crystal-like touch,
to feel the numbness in my bones
as she wraps me in her arms.
I hear as it were, a strange quietness,
the stillness of the moment,
the solitude,
and the feeling as if she alone is all I have,
and without her I am nothing.
She captivates me, my Winter Mistress,
my only thought,
my one desire,
until the warmth of spring breaks the spell,
and I am released from her embrace.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
Mistress of Dawn,
dressed all in wonder
I implore you, always to rise,
trailing your rainbow veils.
Climbing from the dewy East
please, never fail me,
even beyond my final rest.
Mistress of Dawn, come,
forever dressed in wonder.
There on the threshold of the dawn
when lights of night of had been outdone.
His chariot was slowly drawn
before the Mistress of the Sun.
Her sable breath was caught by day
locked in his snare, their paths aligned
Diluting Earth in passion’s haze
Her soul absorbed, her love entwined.
From out within that Eastern sky
a flirting warrior touched her face
and lured a blush from maiden shy,
a russet moon with fawning grace.
She paused a moment, heart undone
to drink the charm of Master Sun.
The twilight never warmed as much
as naked fire in hungry eyes
while basking in his ardent touch;
each new facet a sweet surprise;
the way his light made her fall blind
the way his warmth stayed on her mind.
But Ah! The game, the Missing Game
brief moments claimed while on the run
her duty calls, his life’s campaign
enlists the Mistress of the Sun.
His light reflected dusk to dawn
her own desire she could not find.
In each eclipse, his shield was drawn
so quick to hide, leave her behind.
His meager offerings of light
so often waxed and waned again,
and yet her thinning heart held tight
to fairy tales of princely men.
A damning war of heart begun
to love or hate her Master Sun.
.
She gave so much, he never took
and took so much she never gave,
his victor’s eyes too oft forsook
the feelings that she longed to save.
A failure’s guilt, a bitter rind,
a gray, bald husk o’er heartsick mind
A farewell kiss from parting lips
his tantric palms on prizes won.
From wells of eventide he sips
then leaves the Mistress of the Sun.
A mistress of the light no more
‘twas not her place in day to shine
in spite she takes what he affords
to taunt him with what he’d declined.
Beautiful Mistress
The full moon fills the sky
with glowing light,
like white fire on shade.
It brings out the good,
and the bad,
the known and the
unknown equally.
The coyote dances under the radiance,
with both zest and zeal in measure,
to the raccoon, that gathers her babies
to tell them... best beware.
It is a wild night of wholeness,
and the power of "feral" embraced.
There is no safety,
it is only an illusion.
The snake slithers into the underbrush,
trying to hide well enough to find food.
A mouse for dinner would be his best choice,
but there are no four-legged snacks in the grass.
They are all hiding under the umbrella
of the peach tree.
Dark clouds start at the far edge of the sky.
They gather to gain strength,
and then come this way.
Their march,
blotting out the heavens,
one star at a time.
Lastly the giant orb in the sky,
way up high is challenged.
There is nothing to be done,
but give up.
The valley below...
soon drenched in rain,
sleet... and later... snow.
The glow of forever,
gone.
Feelings I always express,
But the outcome she suppress,
Lies I employed to impress,
Her clichés put me in distress,
Lamented for hours,tears raped my eyes,
In all da agony, I still want her to be my mistress.
Fasted but didn't pray, hoping she will comply.
Mouths mocked that she is a temptress,
Friends and foes, shouted and mumbled,
My feelings feeling stronger, now it crumbled,
A mistress, my misery, making me moody.
Her heart my aim, her love my crown,
But her rejection, makes me wanna drown.
If only she will tell me why,
She wished I changed my name...
WRITTEN BY;
JOSH.E.ABELl™®