Best Pleasured Poems
There are so many doors
Which ones should I choose
Green, yellow, brown, purple
and many different blues
Some of them are rustic
Others modern and clean
Some lead to the future
others back where I've been
Some doors open easily
while quite a few are locked
There are some left open
and others that are blocked
A few so enticing
promise pleasure within
They are slightly hidden
so few will see me sin
I look through some keyholes
wondering if I'll be safe
I see rooms of plenty
and tables draped in lace
The doors that are daunting
they fill me with such dread
for I know there's sadness
in the land of the dead
Many doors are happy
Friends and loved ones are there
those doors are the best ones
being with people who care
Behind some there's music
Pleasured time we can share
Moments of pure magic
those times are far to rare
Doors leading to adventure
Made me glad I took the chance
The sheer exhilaration
that caused my spirit to dance
Some doorways disguised as books
Yes they caused my mind to grow
They pointed to other doors
so I knew which way to go
The doors that I left closed
In the end I don't regret
They could have brought me ruin
or led my soul into debt
Of all the doors I'll walk through
The final one is the best
For there my Saviour waits
therefore, I know I am blessed
Categories:
pleasured, appreciation, beautiful, celebration, courage,
Form:
Quatrain
Dance for me beautiful butterfly
Flutter me wise
Carry me upward to blue skies
Reveal rainbow effervescence to my eyes
My perfect moment encased in time
Within my heart you plant a hopeful seed
Like many wild flowers you fill my need
Waltz in my garden please take the lead
Dance for me beautiful butterfly
Reveal all the colours I long to see
Psychedelic wings defying simple gravity
I sit in wonder watching you breathlessly
With nets people try to capture infinity
Angelic beings in this world are far too few
My hope through painted eyes you do renew
Heavenly glimpses when into my life you flew
Dance for me beautiful butterfly
On pleasured currents help me rise
I am but an observer I wholly realize
Reveal rainbow effervescence to my eyes!
Waltz in my garden please take the lead
I sit in wonder watching you breathlessly
Heavenly glimpses when into my life you flew
Revealing rainbow effervescence saying I love you too!
I dedicate this piece to the love of my life. My sweetie makes my heart flutter,
25 years of joy and she makes each day special.
Categories:
pleasured, beauty,
Form:
Lyric
Light breezes moan through dawn's cracked window
I, wrapped in ivory silk, you as always, linger in place
Anticipating our morning ritual, sleepy desires move
Pleasured senses guide our thoughts in sync
Rhythmic expressions, elated vibrations
Fidgeting fingers lightly caress
At last the font gushes, between unfolded pages
Wherein chapters of new life begin
( A writer's affair with the pen)
Categories:
pleasured, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Gary's Yard Sale, the story
Authored by Chuck Keys
Among the rustbelt cities of yesterday,
Along the edges of the Detroit River,
A short distance to the side,
Resides a slice of Victorian times,
Excesses exceeded needed,
Where age confronts time,
The day before meets the day of,
And greets tomorrow.
Those in the hood
And outside,
Meet and greet among
The scraps of forgotten memories.
Lawns filled with bygones of size,
Tables filled with important somethings,
Maybe everythings,
For important that evolved into history.
Where memories become linked,
Each to a stored thought,
Treasured, pleasured or disdained,
To a person,
Of late or present,
To a future of who knows what.
During the day,
The history-of and the future-of talk,
To each,
Of where they were,
And where they hope to be,
The dust is blown off with the wind,
From the east, west, north and south.
The yard sale, the graveyard of the past,
The arena of the present,
Life and death of the sale,
Dance together, coupled,
Where Mine, becomes Yours' while
Gary the Conductor, orchestrates to perfection,
The operatic enjoyment of history,
Buyer meets seller, exchanges
Are made. As is today.
Bravo! Bravo!
*This poem is dedicated to Gary and Ann Harris of Northville MI USA – May they and
their Yard Sales age forever!
© Charles H Keys, 2010. All Rights Reserved. V1.4.09252010
Categories:
pleasured, nostalgia, people, timeage, age,
Form:
Free verse
I wonder if a human heartbeat sings
Will lonely people witness perfect song
As Passion plays upon these lovely strings
What noteful kisses capture can't be wrong
Young bodies merging into blissful tone
She succumbs to his perfect passion pitch
True heartfelt music crushes even stone
The harmony of love makes them feel rich
Rise lovers pleasured treble heating air
Young dancers moving slowly within beat
A trumpet playing fuelling what they share
Each movement foretold in a music sheet
Praise lover's anthem written in the song
Yes music as a heartbeat beating strong
For Brenda Chiri's Sonnet contest
If you are going to have a first date do it in style!
Categories:
pleasured, kiss, longing, passion,
Form:
Sonnet
He rides towards the setting sun
Further and further from his special one
The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat
Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat
He rides through the desert to find the Prince.
Commissioned by the King to bring him home.
All others afraid he rides alone.
He will not stop until he fulfills this pact.
His spirit is strong he chooses to act.
The King makes a promise,
"Brave Knight, bring my son home,
you can have anything,
a castle of stone."
Knight responds, " I will do what you ask.
I will not stop
Until I complete the task.
Allow me to make
but one request,
to marry your daughter Jessica
when I pass this test."
She with the face of an Angel,
stunning blue eyes.
Heart so beautiful,
his mighty soul cries.
No man would stand,
in the Knight's way.
Yet there are things,
much deeper at play.
Days and nights in the desert,
plays tricks on the mind.
Time has no meaning,
as it begins to unwind.
He heads into the valley,
the valley of death.
Gods willing,
he won't breathe his last breath
Witches enchantresses,
orbs of blue light.
Naked nymphs dancing,
in the glowing moonlight.
He dismounts,
calls out the Prince's name
The Prince is engaged
In a deadly game
The prince responds,
"please leave me be.
I am being pleasured,
by the beauty you see."
The creatures of the night,
seek his seed,
In exchange they promise,
to satisfy every need.
The Knight,
strong and true.
He sees beyond,
nimble bodies of blue.
The voice of his Jessica,
whispers in his heart.
With his sword,
he tears the illusion apart.
Bodies of the demons
in a pile they lay
He fights through the evening
Until light of day
The Prince freed,
from a prison of lies.
Fooled by illusion,
he didn't realize.
A Knight strong and brave,
loyal and wise.
Evil banished,
he claims his prize.
Home to his Princess the Kingdom saved.
Triumphant return the banners are waved.
A Heros welcome a true loves kiss.
Endings don't come much happier than this.
Medieval Idealism, contest
Written July 30th 2013.
Categories:
pleasured, beauty, blue, girl,
Form:
Rhyme
sun on orange fur
stripes shimmy into coolness
the tiger he rawred*
9/3/2020
*my word for his gentle roar
Categories:
pleasured, animal,
Form:
Haiku
~
Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
~
It is an unusually cold morning here so
I thought I would repost this and warm
the place up a little. : )
Categories:
pleasured, morning, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
You will never write me.
You will never call.
You will never inquire about my day.
You will believe my heart will never fall.
Your words will be made
Of incendiary copiers
Of toddler’s glue
To tell hundreds of others
How unique
They never were
Without online reminders,
I will be another passing celebration.
Another misunderstood gasp of amnesia
Reaching out with curdled arms
Amongst plucked yesterdays
Where were you in the weeks of our passing lull?
Did you crawl towards remedial rest stop
As you pleasured tomorrow’s misguided wish
Because
It was never guaranteed
But, you knew that.
Just like admiration,
Yet, never expecting its counterpart
To be awoken from fantasy’s French kiss
I hold the bliss of hopeful awakenings
From this familiar rooftop
That you will know what it really means
What it really means
To become what you have forgotten
A solicited facade of bonded breaths
Ready to fall
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
pleasured, friendship, life,
Form:
Free verse
If I could have you for a night
I’d stop the dawn from bringing light
I’d make the stars stay out and play
And make the moon hold back the day
If I could have you in my arms
I’d unleash Oriental charms
I’d unlock every fantasy
And be all that you want of me
If I could have you in my bed
With sweet seduction you’d be fed
I’d give you treats and pleasured sighs
And let you taste of sugared thighs
I’d make you glutton of this feast
Your every whim would be released
I’d let you do just what you will
And let your body taste my thrill
I’d bind you up, and make you crave
And tease your sights and make you slave
Then I would let you conquer me
And stake your claim of victory
I’d bathe your body, lick you dry
In covered dreams I’d let you lie
Then gently I would make you wake
My hungry love to satiate
I’d dance before you, undulate
You’d reach for me, I’d hesitate
I’d belly dance before your eyes
Your harem girl, in veild disguise
My sultan, I’d be bound to do
just everything you’d want me to
I’d let you take me one more time
In candle light, you'd be just mine
Each moment tasting of divine
My every kiss dipped in sublime
My every touch would bring delight
If I had you for just one night
Eileen
Categories:
pleasured, sensual,
Form:
Quatrain
liquor
crushed ice
an effervescent tonic
an engaging libation
a crystal glass an empty mass
a looking glass an engaging lass
a reflection fills the flask
an hourglass figure smooth as glass
a view deep
a deep view
a hot and hard jigger
an episodic embrace of the stem
a nicely paced repetitive stroked type grip
measured
a high pitch pleasured note of delight
a charge
and another...
...and another...
...and...
….....
...a spill...
...a swig...
...a swallow
an emphatic gush
a coupled roast
an orgasmic toast
a sexual rush.
31~10~2014
Categories:
pleasured, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
All that I had, just yesterday
Has suddenly, been taken away
Me yes me, a foolish man of clay
Suddenly I have so much to say
When instead, I'd be wise to pray
Why oh why, me oh my
Take me now I want to die
I liked it better, when I was perched on high
My wings were strong, I loved to fly
I was given much, I gave no thanks
I sat upon lush river banks
My ship majestic, I watched as it sank
Now this world seems cold and dank
My cup was full it over flowed
Yet gratitude I barely showed
Instead of narrow, I chose wider road
My love of self it barely slowed
If only I had seen more clear
I wonder if I'd now be here
Feeling alone and filled with fear
Oh please dear God, I need you near
I heard him say, I'm sorry son
Your life is over, now it's done
You chose your god, I wasn't the one
Love of plenty and pleasured fun!
So down to Hell my soul is brought
A place of pain both cold and hot
My insides squeezed inside a knot
Now what I treasured doesn't mean a lot
From this nightmare, I thankfully awake
My soul and being begin to shake
Please Lord forgive me, my mistake
Help me learn to give, instead of take!
I try to be thankful every day
With God's help, stay on the narrow way
It's not about me and that's okay
Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray.
This poem was inspired by my brother Roy.
He sent an email that asked "What if you only woke up with what you said
thanks for yesterday?" what a great question!
Categories:
pleasured, appreciation, blessing, desire, devotion,
Form:
Couplet
Hit me
Punch me in the face
Kick me if you must
I need to feel your pain
I need to know
Understand
Where you have been
For with your gentle touch
I have been unaware of the depth of your pain
When you kiss me bite my lip
Let my blood pulsate with understanding
I will scream out the words you are unable to articulate
Let me push into the centre of your need
Until we both find release
Use your nails
Dig into my back
I am strong enough
I will not be broken by your need
Do not be afraid of black ink
Or metaphorical anger
Hit me
Pound upon my chest
Until both our hearts feel
Convulse with pleasured realization
No rules or limitations
Digress to primal urges
Find your earlier self
Until you are lost
Until
Until
You are fully spent
Exhausted
Consolable
For I am not afraid
I am willing
Yes I am able
To take
Your worst
and "your best shot"
If only you are brave enough
To let me absorb your pain!
For Casarah's Triple Threat contest
Written June 23rd.
Note: this poem does not advocate violence, it is a fantasy piece.
Categories:
pleasured, angst, passion,
Form:
Free verse
Oh Queen of passion please be still my heart
My pulse it quickens as I read your art
Wrap my mind in "Instincts of Innocence"
Until I can offer no resistance
"if you wonder" know that "I am the one"
"You Silence me" with heat born of the sun
"To bloom in red flame" is a "Pleasured Pain"
Let me feel your "inner storm" once again
"Tell my Heart" about "Another Somewhere"
Within your verses I will travel there!
Dedicated to my friend Eileen
I have used some of her titles to stitch together this piece.
For Andrea's Community Builder Contest.
Categories:
pleasured, adventure, beautiful, passion, poetess,
Form:
Couplet
Sweet are the verses in rhymes that are sung
that genius the mind in history does crown
Blank white pages with divinity and splendor
Stoned face, haunting or dark and yet tender.
With celestial visions charmed as they be
Will but lighten our hearts with a spirit free
With the streaming pulse of unwavering joy
With crystal enlightenment, this is our ploy -
That our names would lie in history's book
That eternal we'll be remembered, but look
There's a poet clasped on the mighty wind
Where the perfumed blossoms softly bend
In sweet sighs like deep breaths, to blend
With rippling streams in murmurs and then
There his solitude has sought no fame
Among the throngs of mightiest names
Like Byron, Elizabeth, Keats and Emily
Like Shakespeare, Poe, Blake and Shelly
But in the warm breath of silence he lays
Where no man may gather and praise
Gifted his glimmered thoughts proceeding
With humility's grace and love exuding
From blessed a heart as pure as the springs
Clasped upon God's wondrous wings.
Oh never lose sight of our earthly treasure
That beyond every carnal soothing pleasure
Is that gleaming gift imparted to us all
That in poetry's grace we may stand tall
In fun or in fame or in dream's pursuit
In practice or in shame or in joys mute
That our pleasured words, we may mute not
Thro' life's sorrowing moments and yet but
Thro' the coursing days of history's lines
How sweet the verses when sung in rhymes.
What does poetry mean to you personally? I'm open to heartfelt expressions to the question.
Categories:
pleasured, imagery, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme