Best Moistened Poems
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My thirst now deep ~ I long to quench
to sip this periwinkle wine
In goblets cut of harvest moons
impassioned pleas now cast of time
Tender kisses ~ sonnets placed
on fevered lips near rainbow streams
In golden castles made of sand
I've knelt beside you in my dreams
As whispered winds ~ I've called to you
before the dew of morning beads
and sunlight forms the northern star,
in measured breaths of tempted needs
In rustled leaves ~ I've heard your voice
beneath the dark where crickets play
That echoed through my aching heart
harmonic to the light of day
From mountain top ~ my vision soars
‘cross fertile valleys emerald green
In search of perfect precious love
amidst this beauty I have seen
Beyond the shades ~ of here and now
I've felt your breath beneath my skin
I've tasted sweet your tender smile
and felt the longing deep within
For in this mist ~ of moistened glow
the heart reflects on distant wing
In melodies of long ago,
desires silent evenings bring
With opal stars ~ I write your name
in shimmered streaks across the night
Where darkened velvet curtains fall
on windswept dreams of sweet delight
And now we stand ~ together pure
a' glow this jasmine moon above
Two fires of a single flame
among the rhyme of written love
Wishes fly ~ on silver whims
far beyond each silent cloud
As evening finds us lost again
in precious love forever vowed
~
Categories:
moistened, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
As this week closes into hours of pewter night
may the moonlight touch your lips while
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined.
Though I may not be with you
on misty evenings caved by my pride,
but think of me as I send you this
whispering sigh
of an embrace feathered by the sky...
I humble myself in your presence not,
but,
wait for me to disrobe this façade,
while you can, then…
Remember days like other days
when the roof of blank shades begin
to unwrap this cloistered body
hidden in a pile of sawdust
still reeling like a glistened dragonfly.
The light bulbs of time's avenues are streaked
with marquees of a name
where the lattice of my wishes
climb into a garden of your moistened eyes so green.
Enter the 100 in a ROW contest #2 Contest
Sponsor: PD Linda 7/6/2016
Categories:
moistened, how i feel, time,
Form:
Light Verse
A Song at Sunrise
He sang the song at sunrise, to the morning dawn
It rose into the atmosphere and carried on and on
It fell in gentle rain upon the barren lands
It moistened upturned faces and was caught in outstretched hands
It blew within warm winds across the marshy fen
Was whispered through the waving reeds and reached the hearts of men
This song is never ending all around the earth
The song that started long ago with our sweet Saviour's birth
POULTER'S MEASURE that is in alternating 12 then 14 syllables lines and so on
(the form always commences with a 12 syllable line)
Courtesy of Brian Strand
Margaret Foster: 18th February 2010
Categories:
moistened, faithsong, song,
Form:
Couplet
You waited for this moment,
As if you were an incomplete salutation
You waited for confessional breaths to alleviate this finite evening
Missing its constellations
You wept for their sunflower touch.
A touch to engorge the gaps of your imprinted thumb
With honeysuckle madness
Dry
Another cashmere moistened parable
Hungering for ink-plated resolutions
You waited for their Haiku smile.
A smile condoning resilient waterfalls
Unto ocean’s distant memory
Aching for risky walks above coal-ridden tomorrows
No forest green pupils observing
The hindrance of time
You wished upon wishes
For blanketed convenance to warm aspiring, French kiss upon promised morn
You wrestled with downward spirals,
Uplifting loneliness from Heaven’s chasm
Lost
Enough
Regurgitated sobs reserved under no-name invitations
But, I...
…I was h e r e.
All along
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
moistened, life, longing, people,
Form:
Free verse
Watching a sway of a Chinese lantern
in colors the shade of your smile,
paper laced dreams in curvature shapes
suspended by silver threads
Ripples of koi pond whispers
slowly beckon in moonlit gestures,
as we sit counting fireflies,
hypnotized by our beating hearts
Cascading serenade,
enchanting the evening divertimento
Lotus blossom fingertips softly
caress parted lips…smooth
As I drink in your fragrance,
tasting the flavors, your moistened lips
simmering upon each breath…
warm, offering a honeyed embrace
Gazing longingly upon porcelain skin,
a tempting star shine glow…
we melt as one, mouths entwined
drenched in serenity
while deep within our silence we speak,
not of voice…but of love
Categories:
moistened, beauty, love,
Form:
Free verse
She felt his hands so gently lift her hair
Her fingers trembled on the moistened quill
She knew his lips would graze her shoulder bare
Her writing she kept up to mask her thrill
He pressed into her back his angel face
as thighs of steel closed in on rounded hips
Her line of thought she could no longer trace,
for she was lost in wonder of his lips
Her sonnet all forgot, her quill fell down
She felt his hands undo the single bow
that loosely held together evening gown
She smiled at wanton ways she’d come to know
With patience born of love he did undress
She leaned back on his chest till she was freed
His hands sought out her breasts with sweet caress
and in their palmed embrace she sensed his need
She stood up to her feet, and she turned round
to face her lover seated on his chair
She drew his face to taste what hands had found,
for well she knew the pleasure he found there
She watched his mouth and tongue dominion claim
A moan from deep within escaped her lips
She felt herself go weak, and he untame
for grip of hands just tightened on her hips
And soon she found herself on bed of love
Enraptured was her body and her mind
With trembling hand she touched his face above
as he plunged to her depths release to find
As morning light tinged sky in pink array,
she slipped out of his arms and sat to write
The honeyed words dripped down without delay
and soaked the page in rhyme of love’s delight
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
moistened, analogy, sensual, symbolism,
Form:
Epic
Come gently like a winding trellis
stroking my shape as you fondle
my vulnerability, and tease,
tease curves of my spine with whispers
to unleash what is half-awake in my eyes,
draping my flesh with the scent
of this moistened night…
And I am lost among fibrous roots
clinging to a warm pistil
like a raging dart,a moonlit flame.
Your bended arms warmly mount
my transparent skin,
only to hold back as the dizzy air
blows these ruffled tresses
smelling of earth and jasmine...
You gaze at the cleavage
of an open mouth, wandering
on a tight pulse between
the trellis of desire...how in this
hungry glow, I cannot explain why
your irises slay me bare;
that on a sweltering duskfall
so mysteriously anonymous,
I seem to ask you to come gently
and touch my waiting steam.
Contest of Lewis Raynes That Is Sexy
6/22/2016
Categories:
moistened, desire, mystery,
Form:
Light Verse
Beneath the hum of porch light
You caress my fragrant skin,
While these eyes undress a gaze
Deepening breaths to ignite.
As we move like moistened curves,
From a heated rendezvous
I become a flamed woman…
A rhythm of dusk immersed.
And a thousand moths quiver
Glowing on open window
Of porch light’s swelling cave…
Ripping my moth-flesh bare.
Upon the grass, lips create
One prayer wafting our names;
In love, you alone bring thrills
You are earth's song …my twin mate.
Craig Cornish's Chopped ll Contest
11/13/2014
Categories:
moistened, longing, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Gatherings from my heart
fervid thoughts as they seep
from its depths they are churning
my love runs fathoms deep
Flowing from pointed nib of pen
evocative words alight
I envision you reading them
in your dreams tonight
Do I fulfill your masculine cravings
your most erotic desires
Have I kindled flames of passion
until they are blazing fires
I've tasted your moistened lips
as they whispered low moans in plea
and felt your body tremble
with its alluring need of me
Are you engulfed by tumultuous waves
of yearning when I draw near
Do you ache, needing my touch
when my voice you hear
If you are impatient for the eclipse
of our joining as sun and moon
Then I'll know you feel as I do
and love is equally in attune
Categories:
moistened, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
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Here I send you moonbeam kisses
in between the stars so bright
Floating off in silent wonder
moistened in a dream this night
Tender as a twilight whisper
lingering an autumn sky
Warm as any sunset shimmer
softer than a butterfly
Drifting towards angelic beauty
soaring through the heaven’s glow
Passion drips of promised feelings
following enchanted flow
Offered to your lips of satin
parted slightly ’long the bliss
Now my only hope is that you
will accept my moonbeam kiss
~
Categories:
moistened, good night,
Form:
Rhyme
He warmed me as the sun when nights were cold
I was his moon, hair cascading in curls of gold
Lovers bound as one with yearning and need
With a hunger so powerful, it bordered on greed
I longed to savor his kiss and moistened my lips
We coupled together; sun and moon in eclispse
Desire not yet sated, I softly whispered a plea
"More deeply this time, my love, I beg of thee"
~ Not entered in a contest ~
Categories:
moistened, kiss,
Form:
Rhyme
Wild Orchid
I found her drooping, drenched
amongst the rocks and weeds.
I stroked her moistened face and
wiped away the glistening tears.
Beneath my grazing hands
she stirred – a glow of warmth
spread o’er her lustrous skin:
petal by petal she bloomed.
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[41 words]
Some kind of sensual poetry contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Placed 3rd
© 5th June 2020
Categories:
moistened, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
There
Your hand
That exquisite, sexy little hand
I reach, oh so slowly
My index finger extended lazily
But with enigmatic intent and subtle grace
(Like Michelangelo's Adam on the Sistine Chapel ceiling ...
Desperate for the touch of God)
I softly touch your thumb, and there is an electric shiver
Not static or reaction or even a spark
But rather the gentlest of vibrations of skin rubbing skin
The hairs on the back of your hand stand up
And I know, when you don't pull away
That you like what I'm doing ... that I can continue
I increase my pressure just slightly, and slide
Running my finger along the soft inside of your thumb
Up and over the tip, pausing playfully at your bright pink, shiny nail
Then down the inside slant to the fleshy notch there
I run my fingertip tenderly back-and-forth
(With a similar motion and intent that I hope to use in more secret places)
Then I push it slowly into the space below
And you turn over your hand, palm up
The ends of your fingers tremble and quiver
And I know you're anticipating me ...
Wondering what is next ...
I pause for a moment, to let your mind spin
Then I trace around the edges, up and over each finger
Down between the spaces, pressing on the warm skin that connects them
And when I reach the base of your pinky
I softly, slowly, tenderly, with the care of a first kiss
Work my fingertip to the sublime soft-center of your palm
First making tiny circles there
And then writing sexy words in cursive
Writing in love's language the things we'll soon be doing ... together
As a final touch, I withdraw my hand and put my finger gently in my mouth
When it's sufficiently moistened and shiny
I return it slowly to your palm
And make a final, sweet, small, sexy circle of wet ...
The period to the torrid tale I've written there
The story of what we'll soon be sharing
In soft, silky skin and sighs ...
And moonlight.
Submitted on May 1, 2020
To the "Strand No 740, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest
Brian Strand, Sponsor.
Categories:
moistened, appreciation, body, passion, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Stepping past the crater towards your door,
I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
compassion for the flow of life.
The scope of our crusade sings bitter,
like absinthe in a Fanta bottle;
tangs of anise and wormwood persist
within ether's truthful vision
resisting factory flavors in a curtain,
velvet reminders of flesh.
Lap your moistened shape. You dissolve,
my expectant sugar cube, no longer
made jagged by expectation or campaign
but fragile again, doughy in
blissful rapture upon my snacking,
curling up in a fetal calm
until we flow once more with the surge
propelling us entangled yet
unencumbered, finally breathing our
amniotic potential within this
spiritual umbilical making my stomach
spin within these tugs of finality,
despite my carpenter's heart yearning to
mend or create. Do arrogance and
industry compel mankind's devastation? Such
a question drifts unanswered as I
kiss your wrist before strapping on my boots
to hurl my blood into the fray.
Categories:
moistened, nature, war
Form:
Free verse
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“Neath blushing heavens up above, within the solitude of love”
As evening captures your eyes
in moon shadow driftings
when stars blush
and heavens find their
dreams fulfilled
I taste your midnight lips
neath a slumbering elm
between falling leaves
and comet tail whispers
wafting silently
Pearl buttons part
slowly exposing porcelain skin
gentle hands caress sultry shimmers
illumined by desire,
painted impassioned hues
Twin cerulean auroras
gaze down midst golden strands,
tickling wispy giggles,
moistened petals pierced,
warmth engulfs the embrace
And as our fingers intertwine
before a bashful horizon
my heart quivers
at the beauty enchanting
this November eve
Where forever promises linger
in breathless sighs
below a universe smiling
while we are alone
within the solitude of love
~
Categories:
moistened, good night, sensual,
Form:
Free verse