Best Parfait Poems
HER
the chains —
roses tied ‘round hands and feet,
apple-scented la forza del destino.
the buds claw down her back,
send shivers down her spine,
her head climaxed —
delicate, her perfumed breath.
the thorns gently nibble at her neck,
the wine it draws,
the tongue collects.
HIM
his waist, she grips
with everlasting rose-hips,
the crystal chalice overflows
with deliciousness.
full blossoms, of golden pressed
like a prisoner’s garb unto his chest.
he heaves so hard, suffocating
beneath this veneer of tremulous beauty.
Together
they beg to be released,
their vines intertwined
and fate interjects
with wounds of perspiring lips
solicited to one another
in a kiss of bon chance.
liberated to master their winded flutes
of cherry parfait served with
whipped cream.
7/2/2019
Contest: Slave to Love
Sponsor: John Hamilton
La forza del destino - The power of fate
Bon chance - Good luck
Cherry Parfait - also a type of rose
Categories:
parfait, love, lust, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
For one who was my first most precious love,
who drifted into my life like fresh snow,
he’s still the guy that my impressions of
remain like snow untrod upon although
it was late summer when he stirred in me
such dulcet longings. Like a butterfly,
my heart went dancing when we kissed, and he -
along with me - soared into velvet sky.
With myriad stars, the moon was blooming.
It peeked down at us in our passion’s play.
My love’s touch – soft cashmere - was consuming.
With headiness, we savored love’s parfait
when sun slid down and hid behind a hill.
That young man’s sweetness I remember still.
Categories:
parfait, romantic love,
Form:
Sonnet
When I wake up, you'll be there
Warm mocha eyes, café au lait
On cold days. On warm: parfait
On rippling breeze of wind, air claire
In gliding streams of sundust words
I see inside the one you are
The one so near, so very far
Smithereens of you, carried by birds
Perfection, it does not exist
You are, I am, nous sommes
Each other's imperfection balm:
Completing what the other's misses
Each time I sleep, you're with me
I revel in your familiar wheeze
I add mine too, one wheezing breeze
Lovely and (im)parfait, across the sea
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March 24, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
parfait, beautiful, boyfriend, encouraging, for
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Delighted by a rippled sky
in layers of a parfait pink
I wonder nature’s alibi
and how it always makes me think
For though I see its wondrous hues
through eyes that show me of its grace
I know that it is everywhere
in every person, thing or place
To what amazement, I am bound
in trying to respect its rule
In realizing that the world
is just its subjugated fool
Yet nonetheless, its beauty reigns
in mountains, rivers, forests green
In every flower’s subtle scent
in everything I’ve ever seen
I wonder nature’s alibi
though manifesting so much love
It’s also holds the key to hate
If only men could rise above
Categories:
parfait, beauty, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m burning daylight on a warm spring day,
Admiring in the park a bright array
Of peonies and pansies when I spy
Pirouetting round them, a butterfly.
How beautiful this outdoor noon ballet!
We’re sweltering; I take the hose and spray
My grand kids, shrieking in their summer play,
Just one of many other ways whereby
I’m burning daylight!
With friends I’m sitting at a street café.
We’re laughing chattering our time away.
While sun ekes out the last drops from fall’s sky,
I see the dusk, a pink parfait, and sigh!
A chill is coming, which I must delay. . .
I’m burning daylight.
Categories:
parfait, fun, sun,
Form:
Rondeau
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Desire for that kiss to reach soft lips that wait
Let your masculine hands lovingly stay
Cling to your tender lips, blow a parfait
Knowing that only herein the heart dictates
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Landing upon lips filled with desire today
Contemplate the mood of our hearts, fixate
Let your masculine hands lovingly stay
Let it rest upon sensuous lips fillet
Moist, tender expressions do not abate
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Catching it with an anxious heart that prays
Now upon this hour, to my soul mate
Let your masculine hand lovingly stay
Linger gently on those sweet lips always
At any time ready for our love to convey
Blow me a kiss from across the great way
Let your masculine hand lovingly stay
Written: February 06, 2016
Inspired by: Valentine Villanelle Challenge
Categories:
parfait, longing,
Form:
Villanelle
When the world is cross and dreary
There’s a place to calm the weary
I find the secret door down under
To seek the land of purple thunder
On sands of time, the beach does lie
With ponds and castle frogs near by
Who serve the queen of hourglass
She chirps to let each hour pass
I see a harpsichord that sings
Just as I come upon my wings
A gliding sail on silver seas
I scale the mountain tops with ease
I’m greeted by some Flutterflies
And Stumblebees who grace the skies
I watch out for the flower sots
With whom a Tipsymoth now plots
I dine on Angel cake delight
As Psalm trees sway and chant good night
With Puffydogs, I join the crowds
Who ate too many puffy clouds
Then to rest with Maids of grass
In silken shade of summer sass
To dream of how I’ve spent my day
Inside this imagery parfait
Categories:
parfait, beautiful, beauty, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Couplet
Crepes and salted caramel
A Yorkshire parkin
with peanut butter parfait
blackberry sorbet
prunes in Armagnac
Treats back to
Back!
Categories:
parfait, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Foreplay starts hours before the bedroom.
Leaving a note on your car while you’re working,
As flowers are delivered in bloom.
Later, rubbing your feet to ease the hurting.
Over dinner, listening to your day.
Engaging every detail as your best friend.
Like when we first met, still the same today.
One of the secrets, don’t let the courting end.
Drawing a bath with popping bubbles.
Oils and a couple from the ice cube tray.
Solace for a night from life’s troubles,
Starting down through pleasure’s parfait.
My right hand sliding from your face,
Over the ear to your hair it grasps.
Our lips flowing together in a slow pace,
As my left hand massages your ass with tight clasps.
Laying you down under the light of the moon,
Candle’s flickers dance among our needs.
A cuddle making a fork from a spoon.
Hot wax drips the body’s tense pleads.
My tongue traces each of your curves.
To make them all mine this night.
Each part given what it deserves.
Knowing where and when to bite.
With the right pressure on every button,
Finding and keeping the perfect rhythms.
Loving you French, Greek, and Russian.
In and out of all the positions.
Two finger tricks in love and smut.
Just two inches in, then up.
Making a pea become a walnut.
While your hands hold your legs like stirrups.
Opening that box of our toys.
Black leather with whips and chains.
Clothes lines and collars employs
Us playing Asphyxia’s dangerous games.
From each encounter, perfecting my skill set,
And if your heart ever turns to another,
Your mind and body to never forget,
When once and still I be, your greatest lover.
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Contest: Hotsy Totsy
Sponsor: Rachel Firmin
Written: 02.14.15
*Forever grateful to Dr. Ernst Gräfenberg (1881-1957) and every woman I’ve ever known*
Categories:
parfait, appreciation, body, love, romantic,
Form:
Quatrain
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Disclaimer: The first poem is purely the work of fiction. Everyone who knows the lovely Vie knows how beautiful and amazing she is. But, as most of you know, I ‘go for it’ when it comes to contests…so here we have it.
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*You asked for it girlie :)
Whackjob
Vienna…
I have to say you’re a freak
Your poems are all in Greek
Your life is one train wreck
I’d never accept your check
Do you even have two brain cells?
Your breath probably smells
You’d sell your body for a buck
But who would screw a cold duck?
So whackjob…don’t forget to bark
Crawling home to the trailer park
Talented, Beautiful Viking
Vie, you are so amazingly skilled
After reading your work, I’m thrilled
You really brighten my day
You’re like a banana parfait
With cherries and whip cream
And two shots of Jim Beam
No you’re better than that
Pretty as a Persian cat
Sweet, agile and striking
Like a sophisticated Viking
Bonus lines (not included in contest ‘cuz this girl follows the rules)
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And I’m sure, this poem I aced
‘cuz Vie, you have great taste :)
Categories:
parfait, satire, beautiful, beautiful,
Form:
Rhyme
(I dedicated this poem to Linda-Marie Bariana)
Hey, Sweet heart, Good Morning, basking in the sun on Sunday
Just wanted to give a surprise, sorry for unannounced visit I pay.
“Ram, your visit was announced by your grandson from Ramsey”
My God, How? Did he make a phone call to you? From Ramsey?
Gave him your No.as driving first time, maybe worried going me stray
So, How are you and Ron, dear, hope going strong in every way.
So happy to see you in person though we meet on soup every day
Remember you, using the gift of Italian mouse pad you sent every day.
Thanks, Linda, for veg parfait and coffee you offered the Indian way
Say Hello to Ron when he’s home, now going to visit Michael on my way.
………..
I remember how to my above fancied write, you reacted and foreknew
“Maybe one day come true for real my friend.. never say never now”
*I remember what you commented when I wrote on Sweetheart’s Synonyms
Beauty, knock-out, Dish, Looker, Lulu, Smasher, Mantrap…. I deemed.
I remember how you reacted, “SUPER, SUPERB, EXQUISITE” honored
By your words and comparisons some by favorite women I adore”
The greatest quality she possessed was her INNOCENCE and gaiety
I wrote a haiku about to touch the nose with the tip of the tongue
To befool the readers on the PS on the 1st April and… see her hilarity
“I do this in daily exercises for strength of muscles of chin and tongue”
I don’t know wherever she is, but I do know how and what she will be
A sweetheart, ready to help anyone, full of life and love, spirit and spree.
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*My poem “Linda Marrie, the Sweetheart on PS” submitted to Irma, Skat-A Contest on her
**The words in Italics are the quotes from her comments on my two poems I wrote on her.
* My grandson is studying in Waltwick School, Ramsey.
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May 8, 2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win
Contest: My beloved sweetheart by Amy Green
I have revised, added more lines and reposted this poem
April 17, 2011 (Originally posted on PS)
Categories:
parfait, dedication, heart, sweet,
Form:
Rhyme
In clover green we lay, our eyes on a bouquet
of white and wooly flowers, heaven's grand display.
As each bud drifted by, as if to make us sigh,
they changed into a downy heart in azure sky -
the perfect prelude to romance that new March day.
Consumed by passion play; our hair in disarray,
we heard above us in the tree a squawking jay.
He seemed to want to split us up; we'd not comply!
In clover green we lay.
We felt like children savoring a sweet parfait,
who linger in that special place they want to stay.
We pledged a love that no one ever could defy
and never questioned what would be should springtime die.
Inhaling scent of heather and each blossomed spray,
in clover green we lay.
For PD's Any GREEN theme Poetry Contest
Categories:
parfait, romance,
Form:
Rondeau
Restless is the evening's song,
so eager to release the throng
of scented jasmine's sweet sachet.
A first star takes my breath away...
while clouds pile high like pink parfait
with fringes gold in soft bouquets.
Two lonely spruces thrash and sway
in orchestrated breeze ballet,
while dappled in the shadow's play,
a weary earth turns shades of gray
My silhouette is growing long.....
as moonlight begs to come along.
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Now Entered in PD's Contest: Never Before in a Contest: #7
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Duo Rhyme Contest: Lovely invention of poems by Mary Port: Sponsored By Andrea Detrich
Categories:
parfait, nature, peace,
Form:
Rhyme
And in my dream- I am a yesterday dreamer,
I am transported to a long ago summer;
and become lost in a sea of blooms and glitter,
where I roam touching each fragile flower.
I know this place- it is the garden of mother,
where a butterfly drifts like a sun dancer;
yes, I recall that bright painted daisy cluster,
and the swaying sweet scented lavender.
Delightful are the phlox- in a tapestry border,
and those pink parfait verbena crawlers;
rich blue are the morning glory hangers,
and the black-eyed susan are still stunners.
I walk in awe- a flower garden picker,
and little birds came to a wooden feeder;
the air is full of their constant chatter,
even the whirling, twirling of a hummer.
I see my childhood cat- I called her Whisper,
but my dream is fading and memories scatter;
I try to hold on by dreaming just a bit deeper,
oh no, everything is gone in one last quiver.
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May 22, 2018
Poetry/Monorhyme/Oh Come, Come Sweet Dreamer
Copyright Protected, Id 05-1025-088-22
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Categories:
parfait, flower, garden, mother, nature,
Form:
Monorhyme
There’s Father’s Day
There’s Mother’s Day
Why can’t there be Brother’s Day
Maybe in the month of May
Set it up without delay
A Brother’s Day
Mom and Dad would probably say
A brother always gets his way
On Brother’s Day
Where would all his sisters stay?
Why – far away
On Brother’s Day
Lunch would be a big subway
Eaten at a small café
On Brother’s Day
And Mom and Dad would be OK
With dinner on a TV tray
On Brother’s Day
Dinner maybe fish fillet
As his entree
On Brother’s Day
Or maybe something done flambé
Anything in big display
On Brother’s Day
And maybe an ice cream buffet
Or a big parfait
On Brother’s Day
And maybe he would get to play
With modeling clay
On Brother’s Day
Or a game of old croquet
Munching Frito-lay
On Brother’s Day
And you can bet there’s be horseplay
Full blown chaos – no halfway
On Brother’s Day
No cutesy pie in no beret
No Tutu from no ballet
On Brother’s Day
No girlie-girls with their hairspray
They can all just sashay
On Brother’s day
Every brother would hooray
If they could waylay
A Brother’s Day
It’s no cliché
Brothers everywhere will pray
For Brothers’ Day
My neice has 4 kids - 3 girls and a boy and the little guy was feeling left out and
wanted to know when Brothers Day.
Categories:
parfait, brother, childhood, family, children,
Form:
Rhyme