Best Moistness Poems
Ocean Whispers
I sit on shore by windswept seas
and feel the vibrant ocean breeze
As waves cascade upon the sand
in breathless wonders of this land.
I bask in balmy salty air
and feel the moistness in my hair.
Luna begins her lofty climb,
her silver beams are quite sublime.
While in the distance boat lights glow
and sparkle like a starlit show.
Ocean magic enchants tonight
to my romantic heart's delight.
To skinny-dip, I soon undress
in ocean swells with sweet caress
Secluded on this private shore
just waves and me that I adore.
8-28-22
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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8-9-19
A STRAND (1047) Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor Brian Strand
Devotion to Ocean Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
moistness, moon, ocean, sea, water,
Form:
Couplet
Inside such dreams of never lasting days
We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray
On that December night, to our cottage on the hill
Where on many a moonlit walk, we allowed our thoughts to spill
Our footprints of life we took in threaded tread we walked
When one was about to talk, in confusion abound, we baulked
Snowflakes we often talked about, turned to emotional rain
Drowning your wisps of auburn, natures moistness becomes our drain
Such memories of our past, where the rains graced your clover
And I your beloved, once graced your body over
No longer shall I sense your breath so warm against my chest
As you delightfully grace my lobes, my internal heart now stressed
Your kisses I still feel, their once touch of tender brush
Like tumble-weed they now drift, my lips in different crush
On warm white sheets we used to lay, we called them our clouds of heaven
No longer shall crease, not one day out of seven
No longer shall our fingers dance over undulations of we
Or will our torso's mingle, like the ivy graces the tree
The losing of you is massive, our peripheral declares it a shame
Beloved to each other we're not, it's life, no ones to blame.....
Categories:
moistness, lost, relationship,
Form:
Couplet
California Dreaming
5/9/2025
Her memories like the softest, velvet clouds, gliding swiftly, were being
Dried from their moistness.
How grateful she was to follow.her dreams to California, freed from their
cold, and most unhelpul voices.
It took her some time to let go of old friends and warm, familiar faces,
And she knew it was her soul’s relentless, choices.
On the airplane, tears fell as the plane ascended, and she realized, heading
into the sunset, the strength of her own inner voices.
Categories:
moistness, chicago,
Form:
Rhyme
When you make love to me with spoken word
Emblazoned body burns in ecstasy
Desire’s cadence by my heart is heard
And secret wants demand supremacy
When you make love to me with wanton gaze
A melody of moistness throbs within
Your gnawing glances do ignite the craze
Of body burning bright in sultry spin
When you make love to me with mute caress
Your hand usurps the moon and draws the flow
Of inner tides that rush in to posses
Your lips and mouth, a quenching to bestow
When you make love to me you set her free
Seductive Mistress of your fantasy
Jade
Categories:
moistness, identity, passion, sensual,
Form:
Sonnet
Let us ride
into a sunset's silhouette
to the far side of the land
which leads to an autumn lake
where white plumed swans pirouette
Lets hold hands in golden fields
Run through pleasant hay scent breeze
which blows gently,suddenly
brushing slightly across our cheeks
On a blanket we would lay
by the graceful willow tree
'Neath its boughs our dreams come true
Trapped emotions be set free
As the tangerine moonglow
casts the softness of its light
from the dusky blueblack sky
I walk to the hidden old chateau
with my alluring beau
He would seal my waiting lips
with the moistness of his kiss
I would let him brush my hair
with his fingers'tender care
And as I wrap within his arms
with still tears upon my face
He would harvest what he sowed
My pure heart in deep embrace
Categories:
moistness, adventure, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
My beloved Drino,
Take me to the memory
a neverlasting dream
which lived in yester yesterday
long before destiny took its toll
and footprints marked separate paths
Take me back to that December night
where we ran holding hands
to the cottage down the hill
by fields of evergreen
I am there, You are too
Kissing snowflakes from my lips
as melting moistness falls
upon silk wisps of auburn hair
How can I not remember
your palms' gentle rub
brushing raindrops
which trickled ever so slow
across the inner of my thigh
Ahh !I can still smell the scent
of your warm breath upon my neck's nape
~Honey and lemon
I can still hear that hush hushed whisper
beneath the tender of my ear
Still live the feeling,of your fading kiss
upon each flutter of my lash
My beloved Drino
Carry me back to those sheets
which still know the voice
and the colour of your eyes
Let me travel to the cradle
of those arms and perfumed wine
Let me travel to that smile
within the blossom of your heart
Threaded petals on a cheek
where scarlet velvets never sleep
Let my slippery fingers slide
to the soft hairs of your back
as you unbutton my last piece of innocence
As the corners of your mouth fulfill with juices
from the ripeness of pink peaches
As i open up to fire and you enter in flames
My beloved Drino,
take me to that night
where i tickled your wilderness
where you sank in my deep
Take me to the moment
where our sins were so sacred
and lust carried no shame
Not for the
contest..
But tnks
Cyndi
Macmillan
for your
'Spice box'
adult content contest
had been an
inspiration.
Ps..I had to delete
some spices after
i posted it
Hope its still liked
: )
Categories:
moistness, boyfriend, me, me, travel,
Form:
Free verse
He lay beside her on their bed of dreams
His hands still playing in her raven hair
Her body bare and bathed by streaming beams
Of moonlight that revealed her glowing, fair
He marveled at the curves of breast and thigh
The fullness of her form like to her heart
He moved in closer and he heard her sigh
And wondered how she touched his deepest part
When he’d reclined on satin cushions, plush
A sultan in a harem made for one
She’d belly danced and given him a rush
Seductive moves that made him come undone
And then she’d fed him oriental sweets
His tastes to satisfy with keen delight
He lay back as she offered him her treats
A vision for his soul as well as sight
She rubbed into his form her oil, perfumed
His harem girl with each caress did tease
Her cherry lips his every fear consumed
And every move she made was done to please
She gave to him what none had done before
Not just her love but essence of her soul
Adored and sated, why to ask for more?
When she had loved him and had made him whole
And now she lay there safely in his arms
Cocooned in love and nestled deep within
He lay amazed by all her many charms
His harem girl and of his soul akin
He must have sleep, enraptured in a dream
A moistness on his lips bid him awake
Caressing hand and whispers, sweet like cream
With luscious love she made him dreams forsake
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
moistness, passion, relationship,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Because the decision
To say goodbye
Is too hard to take
Because my heart will break
With your last embrace
My soul bleed
To see your need
For me…
I say goodbye
Gradually
Slowly…I start to fade
A little less every day
Pulling back
Staying away
A little more every day
Almost imperceptible my retreat
So that you don’t notice
So that you don’t weep
Bracing your heart
For the time
When I will be no more
A gradual silent goodbye
No need to give reasons why
Just to…..fade
F A D E……
While sun rays give in to shade
A time to savor every last moment
Gradually
G R A D U A L L Y
To cease to be
A slowly ebbing tide
That pulls away from you
Without you realizing
Till you are standing on only the
Warm moistness
Of where I bathed you
Then you will know
Then you will see
That I’m gone…
Then it will be too late
To beg me to stay
To plead
And ask for reasons
To cry
A gradual goodbye
For my heart is about to die
I must leave
You will grieve
But you will be strong
You will carry on
For I withdrew
Little by little
My little songs
My little words
From your heart
Slowly
Gradually
Imperceptible retreat
Till one day
O N E D A Y
I’ll
be
G……..
O……….
N………
E……
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
moistness, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
Just want to slip into a foggy darkness,
And let it envelop my soul.
Feeling its moistness wrapping me whole.
Finding myself in a magical forest in spring.
Just lying serenely on verdant, peace- filled grasslings
Tears of joy,fall... watching the clouds, simply meandering.
March 11, 2020
4:30am PST
Categories:
moistness, beauty, image, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
GARDEN OF THE HEART
I am the Garden
in me all things live
in me nothing is forgotten
here we enter
after being done with the Serpent
flamed or in darkness
when the Cross enters from below
we die, never to be reborn
Over naked breasts and belly
shadows dissolve in milk and manna
transmuted to rainbows of gold
in the body of the Magdalena
droplets dance fiery ice
where Power is gained through
entry into the Garden of the Heart
another way then becomes the forgotten
Nothing more entices, no fleshly desire lingers
wisdom is my key to the
Gate of Chrysanthemum Purity
where Patience is enthroned at the
fulcrum of two spheres
after we’ve climbed ladders of courage
listened to mournful entreaties, tolling gongs
shook hands with Keepers of Freedom
Our giving becomes our taking
Separation, the Union
the going, a returning
returning, our resting where the
Centre of Silvery Strands is Stillness
born of angels and white doves
as Truth cloaks, after paying
in sweat and tight purple silences
Few know how the Garden imbues
or how matrix minds dissolved or
what a tiny imprint is hidden in the
Palm of God-Goddess where the
Palm of Blood and Thorns
washed us from the shores of
ancient lands into the
moistness of I N F I N I T Y
Categories:
moistness, 12th grade, allegory, creation,
Form:
Free verse
Ever pass a street garden
On the lower East Side
You know the kind
Long and narrow
Squeezed between two tenements
Ever wonder how it came to be
Who made it?
Where did it come from?
Odds and ends
And garden tools clutter one corner
Benches are set aside
A children’s swing waits at the far end
The garden is not magnificent
Like the ones you see in suburbia
But like every garden in the City
It beckons to you with a history of its own
Take a long look
When you peer through the chain link fence
See the rows of growing green things
They didn’t happen by accident.
Grassroots activists fought to stop the decay of the lower East Side
Squatters took over abandoned houses
Theirs were marked by struggle
Hardship
And violence
They and kindred spirits captured the activism of the 70’s and 80’s
From Alphabet City
Running along Avenue A to Avenue D
They used terms
Everyone understood
Affordable apartments
Living spaces.
Neighborhood volunteers
Worked the soil
Hunched over
Hands black with dirt
Digging past bricks, rocks and rubble
Breaking up the ground
Feeling the moistness of the Earth
In their fingertips
Their whole being
Sensing the beginnings of new life.
Categories:
moistness, life, garden,
Form:
Narrative
When she first came into this world, I had teardrops in my eyes
Rocking her to sleep at nights, was sure to make me cry
With my pinky held in her hand while a bottle she was fed
The moistness came to my eyes every time I put her in the bed
When she first took the bus to school, I wept like a little boy
The emptiness I felt that day mixed with a bundle of pride and joy
The courage that my little girl showed with pigtails in her hair
Filled my eyes up with tears - when she returned they still were there
When she had her first recital, I held a hanky in my hand
There were tracts of tears upon my cheeks as I would clap and stand
She curtsied in her tutu and blew a kiss at me
The water works would not turn off – but that’s no mystery
When she first got her diagnosis, I tried my best not to cry
But when my little girl said, “It will be alright”, I couldn’t keep them dry
She never complained about this turn of bad luck that came her way
And when I couldn’t be as strong, she always wiped my tears away
When first I knelt beside her grave, I had no tears left to loose
I would have followed her to heaven if that was a choice that I could choose
Now I only weep in private, in her room late at night
My world encased in darkness, since that day I lost my light
Categories:
moistness, sad,
Form:
Rhyme
When I was young,
I often clung,
to many little things.
I'd reach up high,
again retie,
my mama's apron strings.
I sometimes did,
what mom forbid,
although she'd make it clear.
Thoughts still linger.
I remember,
through each fleeting year.
Acquainted still,
her stories thrill,
with many left untold.
I can't go back,
though mem'ries track,
to years I'd rather hold.
I'm lost in thought,
it can't be caught,
despite my futile search -
mama singing,
mama bringing,
this small boy to church.
Though I was touched,
and changed so much,
through Christ, the perfect One -
I cannot stay,
time slips away,
from all that she had done.
I try to grasp,
and hands I clasp,
around those many things -
but mem-ry strands,
slip through my hands -
just like those apron strings.
I miss her so.
Emotions show.
There's moistness in my eyes.
I can't withhold,
though I am old,
my oft guilt-ridden cries.
Though sometimes sad,
I'm always glad,
whenever I think of -
my mama's cares,
my mama's prayers,
and her most precious love.
©2011 louis gander / ganderpoems.org
Categories:
moistness, childhood, christian, inspirational, memory,
Form:
Ballad
Minimum wage.
Sometimes i lie in bed and feel the room
shake and rattle as a train goes by.
A train that sounds like a DC ten
with three hundred lucky souls onboard.
After it passes i listen to the arguments
coming from the higher floors.
They make a heck of a noise to,
the tension is thick.
The rooms are all the same
full of moistness wetness and mould.
Sorrow and despair seem to be
the very bywords that open all the doors.
That and the Police.
I wish i could move.
When you are raised in the
shadow of poverty,
you must be prepared
to die in its shadow.
Then again they do say
never expect anything as your right.
You have to earn everything in life,
even poverty.
Categories:
moistness, life
Form:
Prose Poetry
Apples baked
Create delicious
Edible food,
Gracious heaven
Intervenes joy,
Knowing luscious
Moistness,
Never overpowering,
Plain quenching
Richness,
Surrendering to
Undeniable visions,
While Xeroxing,
Youthful zeal
Categories:
moistness, family, food, happiness, health,
Form:
ABC