Best Moistly Poems
She slowly grew on him, surrounding his body with brown mold and green moss.
He can’t escape her detachment, her selfless embrace. Her love is only needed from one time to another, like one plant from another, growing and then dying.
And what was that he hoped for but could never find while he was alive?
Some type of love with attachment? She broke him moistly and slowly, piece by piece, while his body sunk deeper into her wet body as the sun and rain touched him.
Right before he died he heard the voice of her, “Shhh, my child, who thinks so highly of himself.”
“You come into me, and I will use you as you are needed! Broken, back into my body, back under my streams of water, back into the cold, soft soil, back where you were born.
You will be used as food for my small creatures. You will be used to fertilize the gardens of my skin.
The tulips in autumn, the dandelions in spring, they all wait to rise and see the rays of the sun just as you did.”
Rose exquisitely you colour
my every wish silken touches jewels
When a dream comes true
from the flames blushing petals
Sweetest dove loving cotton shades the warmness
blue crowns baby hues Heaven's aura circles
Beholding from a heart it's fragrance lingers
kissed moistly by the foggy dew
I left it there
Tucked into a warm corner
Beneath the ancient Elm.
I return frequently
To visit this moment
Bathe in its peace.
Listen for the rustle
Of leaves, the chatter
Of flippant squirrels.
Sink into the warmth
Of moistly scented soil
And crusted tree bark.
I left it there
That dream
That day.
I return
Longing to continue
That days dream.
©11/29/2022
Chipped the factor of maybe days,
Wondering sweet tooth cracked in the night
And the cap spilled parallel, baring the nerves,
Electrical jolts from a tin foil bite.
She hurled back her head and laughed aloud,
So her neck made a finger snap sound,
In massacred leaves and juniper groves
Arched her longbow spine on the cold winter ground.
Strobing snowflakes abandoned in her hair,
Glitter bugs gleamed by a vampire moon,
Hewn blue-rose thighs buried life alive,
In a freezing of flesh, it was over so soon.
A harbour relented, cheaply complacent,
Moonstruck asylum, the member shrank small,
And tucking her womanhood moistly home,
I died for to her it meant nothing at all.
a white mist
begins engulfing
every breath
eyes clouding
deep inside
the wrinkling sea
within begins
to crawl
fluttering waves
caresses softly
touching walls
butterfly kissing
deeply speaking
inwardly emotions
tenderly cry out
blue awakening
senses floating
a drifting heart
blossoms on
paradise shores
lightly colors emotion
a soulful tune
sings with music
enchanting mist
magical feelings
sprinkled sweetly
falling sugar
coats honey
moistly kissing
the most beautiful lips
tasting cherries
bursting desire
ever so deeply
drinking from
the cup
of love
a dream horizon in a faraway land
"The Scent of Eden"
Up the road I walked
as if in some golden hazy dream
and along the road an honour guard
to the left of me, of red-ripe apple trees
I walked bare feet
into that lush abundance
of waving dark forest green
the scent of mystery, fresh petrichor
wet leaves underneath my soul
moistly called me in, to believe
some kind of beckoning
to unprocessed novel new beginnings
I plucked the largest I could find, as always
stretching too far above me
then, in my hands
I raised it to my rosy lips
before I took it fully in, my over-soul
breathed its knowledge o’er me like a twin
wisdom, its gilded giddy perfume
the scent of Eden,
sings
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Sailing a kiss to you my dearest lady
soft and gentle winds gently they carry me away
starry eyes glisten pearl drops on fragrant memories
sailing within each and every thought love
Honey you whom is as fair in beauty
as the blossoms covered in dew sweetly dripping riches
deep maiden true golden treasure of the heart
gift of precious dreams spell magic beyond compare
Enchanting bluebells ring out sweetest tunes
when I close my eyes awakens a picture pure
Yearning in the crystal realm one smile
whispering sighs your name softly breathtaking
Inside upon the warm breeze faraway siren
whistling tunes flutter always to you my Queen
Whom crowns emotions champion of the heart
I drink from the silver chalice of the moon
Sipping thoughts I kneel before you graciously
embracing beauty upon the deepest sands
rising waves within the ocean curl salted
over and back feelings moistly kissing your feet
Unrhymed Quatrain
(Unrhymed Tercets followed by 9-line stanzas.
Co-written with someone close to my heart)
Morning Tulips opening petals shaping sounds
Dancing a slow ballade to your rising melody
With burning passion entering my desire
Warm drinking golden thoughts
Tasting one beautiful wine
A slender soft kiss dragging away clouds
The amazing beauty of it shines
Holding a soul through your eyes inside vision
Parting lips kiss gate opening honey
Crashing feelings in an ocean wave of emotions
Touching golden sunshine smiles
All over warmly lovingly the treasure in you
You fulfill me with all of you… skin on skin
Hands clasping hands, lips on lips, hips on hips
Rise and fall we come together as one united soul
In destiny it's a dream we're all seeking
Silk ivory pearl rainbow luster
Voices of two souls' duet floating in the mist
As the seashell opens gasping beautiful pearl
Treasure of the century as ones eyes moistly glisten
Drumbeats begin the echo of the bloods passion beat
Slowly planting a seed inside the chamber which holds love
Gasping sighs as one kiss intensifies the tempo
Desires plugged together melting hot inside you
Your furtive glances
darting the nape of my neck,
making skin tingle surreptitiously
in sideways advances
charismatically bourgeois,
nonchalantly flipped dark tresses
playing demurely duteous coy games,
irreproachable attentive longing
toying 'pon lashes fluttered fluster,
back's curvature arched a trifle in
heaving breasts' concerted efforts,
pheromones released the sweet spot
as seduction's scent wafted,
blushing moistly parted rosewine lips
licking whetted possibilities of
hitherto untold steamy stories,
yielding beyond curiosity's fiery impulses
unfurling the twinkle of a dazzled eye
to be continued...
Salute, Salute, praiseworthy time and will you pass from ken?
With all your hoarded aspects oh! Do not I pray make end!
Acquaintance friend intriguing soul, with my clumsy
Style and mind, I know I cannot hold you'' here''
Yet stay with me and smile..!
Portray I ask the grace you hold,
Make free your inner truth, and in this I will find my rest,
Oh speak the days of my youth, the smell of linen clean and crisp,
And moistly sour suede hide, of earth damp dog, or candy floss,
And jolting roller coaster rides, azure blue seas from cliff top views,
under lazy clouds of white.
Stay here before my day is done,
At least don't leave me with the night,
Or better still envelope me within those times you keep,
That I may travel ever thus and never want to be released.
© Joe Maverick 14-10-2010
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
From her family’s looks she remains,
Perhaps most likely-
Fair white skin
Flowing blond hair
Flashing green eyes
Pouty lips moistly tinged rose
However, one can not truly tell,
For she is covered in
One Big Beauty Mark
Blotchy Brown
Fuzzed Hairs
Raised and Greasy
Sally Garrel is beautiful.
At least, that’s what she should be.
Water dripping mist
a shawl falling over embracing love
you got me honey
all tied up smiling
one gem treasured gift
together a great ocean wave
sugar tasting desires
moistly lips blushing
strawberry passion kiss.
Apple of the eye
burning a fire inside Heaven
a snowflake melting softly to you
in the deepest softness of a heart
Inside out of shadows
silver star dazzling deeply beautiful
on all shining reflections
one dream stunning gold
blindly with love.
Opens up from a soul
petals gently whispering
softly in warm winds
blowing gently in each rippling flutter
singing echoes kissing each wave
landing on skips of your heartbeat
moist lips blushing
strawberry passion kiss.
The noblest man of england,
once claimed a peasant girl.
With cheeks redder than roses,
and skin whiter than pearl.
Bless the newly wed husband,
who forfeits his second right.
Knowing the order of things,
he quickly turned out the light.
A fine estate awaited them,
nobility would no longer wait.
He ripped off all her clothes,
"oh how she tasted great."
But night unlit the candles,
and darkness filled the room.
As he sparked another match,
his eyes were filled with gloom.
For what he saw of her,
burned his very own eyes.
She stood nearly nine feet,
and more than doubled in size.
Her hips felt moistly furry,
and eyes that radiated death.
She pinned him to a wall,
he tried to hold his breath.
The beast started to tear,
fresh limbs from every side.
Warm blood poured all over,
onto the ferocious bride.
Tugging on all his innards,
mashing of the organ meat.
She enjoyed every other part,
as her lively midnight treat.
The moon was emptying out,
the light lost in the sea.
A bride hung with intestines,
tightly knotted round a tree.
Nature's parable is the rose
Where beauty with pain entwines,
Burgeoning blossoms atop thorny stems
Ready to sting fumbling fingers.
Reverence brings its own rewards:
To inhale the dizzying scent,bow your head,
Hold off,riveted by richness of hue
Fresher than fresco,
Gaze upon the delicate whorls
Whereon Cellinis have tried their art,
Their icons paling beside the ardent blooms.
Virginal and seductive are those buds
Opening shyly and moistly to the sun's soft caress.
Velvet to the touch their melting petals,
Full blooms are wenches,fully ripe at their erotic peak.
Diffidence surfaces as the petals spread and lose their sheen;
Bereft of flowers,saw-edged teeth stand starkly menacing.
Memory,recoiling from raw reality,
Glorifies the fading pleasures
Until the masquerade revels anew.
THE SOUND OF PEACE AND QUIET
Tis the get together season, company parties and alcohol
We need to be with people or we’ll go into withdrawal
You tell me to come on over with your desperate voice
But the threat of being infected is nothing to rejoice
This virus is mean and nasty; there’s little place to hide
We’re shutting down our social life with gatherings denied
If we refuse to wear a mask it could get us all arrested
And if we are coughing moistly, we need to go get tested
This Christmas season will be much different from the rest
Devoid of human contact will put our patience to the test
But keep an open mind, a new tradition may be forming
Like the sound of peace and quiet on your Christmas morning
No rushing out to visit and no cooking food all day
No attention to Aunt Margaret with way too much to say
I think I’ll turn some music on just to sooth my soul
Look forward to a silent night and a quiet Christmas stroll