Best Nymphet Poems
I will tell you when they met:
in the burnished flush of autumn,
when each rising of the sun
turned each golden leaf more golden.
With the trees and fields aflame,
so the scholar's heart was stolen
by that blushing, bold nymphet,
In the burnished flush of autumn.
I will tell you when they parted:
in the middle of the winter,
when each slicing of the moonlight
filled her heart with thawless splinters.
With the trees and fields laid bare,
and each footpath silent, silver,
so they lost each other's shadow
in the middle of the winter.
When shall they meet again?
I cannot say for certain.
Their lives have grown divergently,
through seasons sparse and verdant.
To meet again beneath those trees;
more tempting than the serpent,
but such temptation never fades,
that much, I'd say, is certain.
Inspired by 'One Day' by Christina Rossetti.
Categories:
nymphet, autumn, lost love, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Freyja’s Rival
( And may the Great Queen of the Norse Forgive me )
It’s a sun scintillation of a today
The sky a sharp atmospheric
Crystal blue chimes
Reaches to the untold dominion of stars
Crisp light softens the out shouting colours
Temperance to dancing whispers
“Quiet now” says the Sun
“Other lovers are out shinning today”
Your eyes a sparkling flash of azure
Smiling so long and so deep
Happy has anchored itself
On your complicit lashes
And you are far too beautiful
For my heart to withstand
Such captivating mysteries of an Elfin legend
They say that Freyja was Queen of the North
The Gods had blessed her
With flaming hair
She was the desperate love
Of many a brave warrior
The sun licks her fire inflamed
And prances with breezes
Lifting your curls and locks in scattered incendiaries
Flows red with the blood heated in my veins
Would that I could see you now
Standing there naked
And bathed in your glory
My nymphet Queen
Sure that those shades
Are the boundaries of your purple Burgundies wings
Striking their flutter
On the bright surroundings of living green
But I must content myself
In the curves of your pale blue chiffon
Knowing that the Norse Queen is a little jealous
Of the Queen of the South
For a mother and a woman have left me so impressed
That loves ever pull egress
To your direction
Repeats in my soul
Its forgone conclusion
And there beneath an old grand oak
We sat and littered the picnic table
With all manner of fairy cakes
And sipped on the wine
The sweet wine of our life
In your sparkling laughter of this days happiness
You were more magnificent
Than any Elfin Princess
And anymore love my heart could contain
Would pour from my chest
And race giggling to the dizziest heights
Of sharp atmospheric crystal clear blue
Reaching out to the dominion of stars
To call out your name
To be sure
They would hear me
My love
Categories:
nymphet, love, mysteryheart, blue, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Hot raptor breath
Push goosebumps to life
On the golden-honey flesh
Of a most desired sight.
Deeply tanned and rubenesque,
Unsheathed, scented shoulders.
Arms that distill without cause to beckon
The wills of the penile-brained knights.
Wallow in her moist pink flower.
Defend with your armor that nymphet tower.
But beware, Dear Sir, should your eye slip up
Two orbs of Venus power.
Categories:
nymphet, beauty, desire, humor, mythology,
Form:
Rhyme
Between The Devil and The Sea
( Scylla and Charybdis )
Cosmetic the creature cover girl
is accessible only at night
a picture female in her temple
laying askew on an alter ego
A de lux harlot in romantic rough house
a fetish target
frivolous nymphet with a rampant phallus
And the sinister will follow strictly incognito
In her sticky sexual paradise
blond peroxide sensuality comes by proxy
No virtues abashed
a blow up doll as she lays in prostrate sultry action
her deflowering for titillation
she is said to have a thing for perversion
this ageless angelica this strip teaser
the Molotov cocktail of her own euphoria
Down in the bawdy boulevard men ape their ardour
all mouth to mouth with the call girl
a fondle or a blatant grope
She’s a clock work courtesan to keep her from destitution
to feed the kids she considers herself to be an acquisition
smiling for the gratuitous exhilaration of playing the other woman
vogue with her etiquette indiscreet in the burlesque
self esteem is held between the food the warmth
and not much else
Categories:
nymphet, life, people, social, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
Categories:
nymphet, celebration, nature, purple, winter,
Form:
Couplet
CHAPTER SEVEN
this seventh month… a handful of sun dust
greets my aurora skin, touching every
lace of foliage: buttered stems, blushing leaves,
soft-boiled branches with upturned eyes
silky in the veil of July’s palette
face. farther on,
i wanted to smell its rareness,
how my own raw eyes pass behind occasional
veins and wiggling ridges, wondering the
maleness and femaleness of their palms
receding then whirling underneath my
feet ,receiving the ancient chant of some wild
calm…
how intangible this soft fire in
my belly, splattering like auburn harvest
of wheat thrusting unto air
chambers of sun nymphet honored
in all shades---the emerald, garnet,
sapphire of paradise patch as if
saved from the kaleidoscope of month’s past,
slowly cuddling every sinner and lover the ember
that feeds on harps and cancer -zodiac stones.
. . . .
Contest no 300 Premiere
Categories:
nymphet, cancer, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
...and I want to start all my sentences with
the taste of his tongue.
I find him locked inside my rib cage
leaning softly against my heart
smoking a stogie and strumming bones,
where every thought of him is a losing
battle between good and evil that
I just don't truly want to win.
A garden of mist dripped wisteria
and criminal desire to cross all the
wrong borders to nymphet hysteria.
I'm afraid it might hurt a little,
this promise to make me a woman
again...
engrave his name on my spine
with a lovers knot of whispering pine
a seven year itch into ivy climb.
I want to know the sure feel of his lips
on mine...splashed on all the inner
walls of his surrender.
Categories:
nymphet, i love you, passion,
Form:
Prose
Luster of ivory
Gleaming through mist- glow;
Caressed by winter’s finery.
Diaphanous nymphet,
Floating in crystal air
Organza ---sheen as bridal grace!
Nov 11, 2017
Contest by Nette Onclaud -Knit Your Fabric
Categories:
nymphet, i am, wedding,
Form:
Verse
How I look back with regret
At that summer long ago
A sultry sensual summer
A time of sexual awakening
When I was on the threshold,
The blossoming of womanhood
And how I curse the time
I wasted on you
All those hours in your room
Listening to your music,
Your creative juices at work
Your incessant toe tapping
And finger clicking
To your tuneless efforts
Played on the out of tune guitar
That accompanied your juvenile
Angst ridden ramblings
“The music of your soul”
Was what you called it
God you were pretentious
Even for a teenager it was extreme
You were self obsessed,
Self regarding, self centred
Self absorbed, self deluded
Egocentric and narcissistic
In fact if the word
“Narcissism” hadn’t existed
They would have had to
Invent it just for you
If only you had realised
I wanted to make music with you
Raw unscripted passionate music
An ardent duet,
Fervently reprised
I had creative juices
I had creative juices to spare
I had a song of teenage want
About a frustrated nymphet
In lust with a pretentious musician
Who would rather finger his fret!!
Well I had urges
And I was left unsatisfied
By your excruciating folk
And your mournful dirges,
You called me your muse
Like I should be flattered
I didn’t want to be your muse
I wanted to be your groupie
I panted at you in desire
I dressed provocatively
I hinted at my lusty inclinations
I suggested you play my body
Like an instrument
But the sexual connotation,
Like everything else, was lost on you
And I remained unsullied
That sultry sensual summer long ago
Categories:
nymphet, lovemusic, self, summer, music,
Form:
Dear Father Christmas, oh so kind,
I hope you’ll note my modest pleas.
If you, in giving mood inclined,
could manage items, such as these:
a festive tie and, underlined,
a woolly hat, a pair of skis,
and in my Stocking, may I find
a naughty nubile nymphet, please.
~
For Michael's Contest.
Categories:
nymphet, christmas, prayer,
Form:
Verse
Vanquishing Fear
by
Odin Roark
Her unwritten diary
Read of descriptions
glittering private
Her hourglass of
diamonds
Where forever truly
destined forever
Her beauty made
artists shy
Their palettes’
ablaze with
unfettered colors
Her trail of
fragrance brought
flowers about face
Her presence in
crowds like a warm
tropical breeze
Suitors rifled their
pockets of tricks
Bent on conquest of
the untamable
For beneath her
silk-like curls
Dwelled the
inexplicable
The enigmatic
defense
Protecting the lost
Never to be found
Lips not yet ready
to part
So grew the nymphet
of patience
Often confining
herself to shoreline
treasures
Where shamans
fathoms deep
Shared sonnets of
passion
From sea shells to
auricle passage
Personal imaginings
to echoing without
end
And then…
A man did appear
Heretofore merely
another serial lover
Leaving traceable
imprints
Evidence for
confirming
He did exist
Her first glance
fostered nightmares
Burning fear of
losing that
Which she knew not
of
So virginal her
experience
Yet rarities do
happen
Pen and paper gave
birth
To offspring of word
and symbol
The poetry of two
reflected many
Where shamans and
sea shells
Imprints and
nightmares
Poetry’s family tree
of shared resonances
Became transcendence
together
Categories:
nymphet, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Recalling on how we first met
And thinking of where we're heading to,
Echoing what i told you about
Love and the sweet moments with
Ornately uttered words, i tend to
Re-inform you that i'm still
In love with you, not because you're a
Nymphet, but the way you stand out
Among the rest, I'm not saying you're
Kooky,but the way you
Emanate simplicity and elegance
Makes me more attracted to you, in fact I'm
Upbeat that we would last,
Nay stay Forever 'cause in
Truth, you remain to be the
Option in the most difficult times..
Categories:
nymphet, for her, i love
Form:
ABC
I could jargon my vibes for you to
Listen but I can’t because you
Ought to understand what I’m saying.
Venus and Mars could be yours, but I have something
Even better for you, that’s the love I’m offering to
You, I’m saying this in the utmost veracity.
Over fond of you I have become, you’re
Ubiquitous because you’re always on my
Mind. If I ever loved someone so much it’d be
You; you’re love seizes not to drive me insane.
All odds you bet I’ll defy, you’re my
Nymphet, who gave me love in
Gratis that no one else has
Ever done before. I only hope that our
Love will surpass all nadir and come out perky.
Categories:
nymphet, beautiful, beauty, feelings, first
Form:
Free verse
At times you ding and make me salivate
like you’re the bell and I am Pavlov’s pet
drooling on your boot. Your sigh’s wordless weight
like Humbert’s hand on Nabokov’s nymphet,
pinching Dolly’s resentful thigh. You are
darker than the matter too clever for
telescopes. Your eyes are the dying star,
the vortex pulling doomed light to its core.
Yet your lips’ sharp edges reduce to blunts
when their steel is softened by annealing
in my fire-kiss. Satan was divine once---
it’s true. I Fall for you: wing-shorn, reeling.
I love it all: your goodness, to excess.
Bad, no less. (Bad is more fun to undress.)
Categories:
nymphet, sensual,
Form:
Sonnet
I will tell you when they met:
in the burnished flush of autumn,
when each rising of the sun
turned each golden leaf more golden.
With the trees and fields aflame,
so the scholar's heart was stolen
by that blushing, bold nymphet,
In the burnished flush of autumn.
I will tell you when they parted:
in the middle of the winter,
when each slicing of the moonlight
filled her heart with thawless splinters.
With the trees and fields laid bare,
and each footpath silent, silver,
so they lost each other's shadow
in the middle of the winter.
When shall they meet again?
I cannot say for certain.
Their lives have grown divergently,
through seasons sparse and verdant.
To meet again beneath those trees;
more tempting than the serpent,
but such temptation never fades,
that much, I'd say, is certain.
Inspired by 'One Day' by Christina Rossetti.
Categories:
nymphet, imagination, introspection, love,
Form:
Free verse