Best Pouty Poems
DUET TO PLEASURE
B a b y...
How can I get you out of my mind
When It's you I only want to twine?
Shall I befall to some lovers
When it's you I treasure none other?
B a b y...
Don't play too hard to get
You already know
Your face and wit, I can't forget...
Come, baby, come
I tell you...
What you can become
Ocean skies to underwater trysts
My baby... you got all the gifts
From tantalizing green eyes
To pouty cherry full lips
Baby,you got me straight on bullseye
Your an oasis to my desert life
With you by my side,
Thorns I will completely abide.
Surrender to me, my desire.
Keep those blushes alive
And together let's duet to perspire!
Entangle long on sizzling Madonna moves;
Ahhh and ohhhh our dual adoring grooves
As we glide in autumn memoirs of ecstasy
To reach a volcanic explosion of chemistry.
Interstellar prime vows uttered bright,
Glowing anew as we kiss so contrite
Oh, baby, won't you try to comply?
Don't deny, it's I you also desire...
Sunset may endow a door to endings
but it's also a window to beginnings.
So baby, now or never
Let's start our pleasure...
©
October 28, 2014; 10:43 pm
Carpe Diem in the form of Entreaties
Categories:
pouty, courage, dedication, desire, feelings,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman
a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste
orchid woman’s glamorized mouth
for the masses to idolize
for many to fantasize
for her to tantalize
and advertise
there’s no need to compromise
with you
or your penny-candy conversation—
when beauty is legal tender
why invest in a waste of words?
ooh, orchid woman is w-i-l-d
an exotic sun-tanned narcotic
erotic her despotic bloom
quixotic your contemplation;
your entangled-limbs-expectation
that this frilly filly blooms just for you
and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz
watch the money-makers spend their sums—
worker bees blinded by her blonde neon
fall in her wake…
or maybe ‘diamond pro’s’ bling
stings and wrings their eyes
…who cares who falls..
when mere red rose adorations
and sticky sap Hallmark incantations
bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations—
Mmm! Mmm!
her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet
orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk
full-rounded bouncy-buoyant racy-lacy-ecstasy
yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high
to your credit and blame
you won’t feel her stiletto tips
when she diva-gold-digs ya
as nothing more than a runway-ramp
all slinky-strut-hips
and stay-the-night-vamp
till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels
in a rhythmical click-clack
all over the next middle-age stage
indeed! orchid woman
a hot-house hottie
fussy stuffy lil hussy—
...too much water?
….not enough water?!
oh no! she’s wilted—
sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!”
mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on…
yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)
Categories:
pouty, beautiful, imagery, irony, power,
Form:
Free verse
Angelic facial features with huge sparkling eyes
A perfect youthful dewy complexion
Very long silky looking thick hair
Red pouty lips moist with bright cherry gloss
Long red nails with big sparkling rings
A 22-inch waist, with perfect measurements
Legs that go on and on, forever, with
Perfect feet and toes in spiked heels
A very busty hour glass figure....
This air brushed enhanced fantasy woman can be found in most fashion magazines.
5/18/19
This was poem is written to bring attention to teenagers and the perfect body images they are trying to compete with. This has caused self-esteem issues and eating disorders as well as depression and suicidal thoughts. It would be so nice if our society depicted normal healthy realistic women in fashion magazines!
Categories:
pouty, fantasy, health, society,
Form:
Free verse
Dredged from the depths of a shaken Sennen seashell
she hears once more his voice, low, sonorous tones, sees the bones
of her past laid out, splayed out, another story
playing out, can feel it in her bones,
his voice burrowing in, deep beneath skin,
a cold blade digging in, the tide coming in,
shrouds of sea mist closing in, the veil blowing thin,
membranes of memory breaking...She sees anew the drowning seas,
sees for the first time his strangling hands,
pebbly skulls, seaweed ropes, skeletal fingers of coral
forcing bone-white wrecking lights into her cove...
Bone-bleached semen strands, Sennen's strand stretching
soiled sand before her like life or fate, grains like pulverised bones.
His dark-dune lurking, water-window watching,
waiting for riptides; a ripping of fabric, ripping of hymen,
sea-hymns now silent on salt-sheened lips
plump-pouty with youth. It's sordid, uncouth,
the salt sprinkle of sea-sweat sheening his skin,
the breath and the fingers quickening,
the coral's rough rigidity piercing, ejaculation of sea foam...
Buried deeper than bones, the sudden rush of memory waves
rattling bones of the past, shaking Sennen seashells.
Gulls screaming into the guilty hush.
Secrets hidden by sea-silenced sand.
Categories:
pouty, abuse,
Form:
Free verse
I forgive you dear Emily,
For you are more than fair;
Your flirty eyes give promise,
Your pouty lips don't care.
From the tilt of your head,
My heart it could break;
Your silken cheek with blush,
Where pretty dimples wake.
The mayhem in your eyes,
That will not look at me;
There the damage lies,
There for all to see.
You wink coquettish lash,
To entice me in the night;
Would the knowing of your heart,
Make everything alright?
What your callous lips may say,
Your naughty eyes deny;
What a tease dear Emily,
Enough to make me cry.
Categories:
pouty, love, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Lady fair...my fairmaiden
I picture you in your bedchamber
facing your vanity contemplating
the sad beauty,of raven locks
glinting emerald eyes,which cry
only within',as no tears are
to be seen on your self reflection
The knowing of your one true love
....uncertainty is his return
as you slowly brush out ebony curls
trying to smile in anticipation
thoughts as a deep well overflow
and flood your emotion filled heart
Fingers wrapped in spiraling forms
you begin to tug in pouty frustration
longing to be touched,to be desired
as your wanting fantasy screams
within' the confines of your mind
within' the self being reflected back
....only seen by you,only known to you
If only I could,my mind transcend
defy the universal law,and
rip apart the fabric of space
which veils as a seperator
disallowing a moments grace filled
wonder of your loving touch
to soothe eachothers burning will
but...alas,my lady fair
fore we must wait
time takes care of eveything
in due time......
Categories:
pouty, adventure, imagination, love, self,
Form:
Free verse
There is a thin line between the laugh and the cry.
The laugh is often perfected by one who has silenced her crying.
The laugh is sometimes a ruse, a ready weapon to camouflage pain.
When the laugh is hearty, loud, disturbing even, it can be masking a horror.
Do not be fooled by the laughing; these people are often hurting more than any of the others.
Get to know them. Ask “how are you really feeling?”
Do not be surprised if they laugh, pooh-poohing you.
If you persist they may tell you that they do not have any emotions.
Many children raised in the “olden days” were never allowed to have them.
Feelings were shut off in childhood, by parents who could only accept the laughing.
Sometimes the best clowns, the ones who keep us in constant stitches
Are doing so, to keep themselves from throwing a rope over a rafter.
Sometimes they break down, finally, and jump out the eighteen floor window.
Do not be fooled by the laughing.
It can be even more disturbing
Than a perpetual pouty face,
Or an angry arm-crossed bully-ish attitude.
Be aware of the laughing.
It is often a mask to cover the worst pain.
Robin Williams and John Belushi knew this.
Categories:
pouty, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
pouty painted lips
long luxurious hair flips
leather red bottoms
Categories:
pouty, appreciation, beautiful, red,
Form:
Senryu
Let your gaze be turned upon my fair and silken skin
Look into my wandering eyes that flatter simple men
See my lips are pouty smeared with lipstick and deceit
Let me know how beautiful I look to feed conceit
Oh God! I need attention, and I need it every day
If you seem to like my looks enough, we might just play
Send to me a message that shall cause my lust to burn
Let me see your filthy mind, I'll show you mine in turn
Nothing quite like fornication warms my wicked heart
Let us meet and join our flesh to tear our souls apart
Categories:
pouty, beauty, corruption, for her,
Form:
Rhyme
She had on this lovely sundress
Innocent curious look in blue
A full figured fiery fifteen with
Passion that will warm any coldest heart.
Heart full of love of a gentle dove
Behold her face all-rich.
Her seductive look makes one to stoop
Deep grey eyes can lead anyone astray
Round ear-ring makes whirl around
Waist can send anyone on quest
Her pouty lips reminds of Jolie
Nature gave her in abundance nothing redundant
But O girlie, beware of the ensnared eyes
Oh, Oh, no more, no more,
Remember, Remember
No more yearnings go to your learning’s
Remember your rammed memories
Pluck not the flower
Let it be the delight of other travelers
Do I have to remind you of what you penned?
Very recently on John Keats and Shelley.
Let the beauty be floating
And sink the beast to unfathomable depth.
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November 29, 2014
Form Lyric
Third Place Win
N.B. Based on John Elton's song (Don't remember the words of the song)
Categories:
pouty, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
3 am in the morning
Everybody is sleeping
Some of them are snoring
Maybe others are boozing
And the rest making out and moaning
Conclusion, everyone’s enjoying this night
Doing this doing that
Everybody is busy somehow
Only me lying on this 30 years old sofa
Listening to 90s boring música
And drinking my 3rd bottle of cola
Conclusion again, my prosaic life bores me to tears
Dear TV,
Why don’t these couples within you break up?
They brawl everyday
I don’t understand how they can have 4 children?
Are they F***ing human or am I an alien?
Come sit with me and tell me the story
Of those girls that you call sexy dolly
I’ve bought a million mirrors
But they all shattered before uttering a damn thing to me
My friends always stick a winkey on my empty yellow smiley
They say mine is so freaking spooky
Honesty I do adore seeing my body wearing on
That pinky booty they call cutie pouty
Because No one cares either I look nasty or shapely
I’m neither sad nor mad
I’m not jealous but I’m completely pooped
Sick of acting in several movies in one day
I admit that I’m a phony actress
And an unpretty liar
I don’t hate myself but I don’t like it anyway
I’m not blaming you but I can’t get over you
I wish I could turn back time and try to be good for you
One more chance to look prettier than her
One more chance to act cuter than her
Please say it wasn’t my fault if I’m replaced by her
Please help me shut down this voice of guiltiness deep in my heart
I’m begging you to give me one last chance to be better than her
But I can see your beautiful smile smacking your mouth when you look at her
Yes I know you’re living happily now ‘cause of her
So I'm dying to Ctrl C ~ Ctrl V her,
I'm craving to try her up, to feel her, touch her and suck her gravity just to be her
‘Cause she is the one I should’ve been to make you stay
And I’m the one you shouldn’t have met from the start
Categories:
pouty, anger, anxiety, girl, jealousy,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
a kiss of sunshine
pouty crimson horizon
cock-a-doodle-doo
Categories:
pouty, animal, boyfriend, funny, girlfriend,
Form:
Haiku
So tell me dear, what have you there
above your pouty lip?
I can do little more than stare
where tempered words oft slip.
With roundish humor, there it sits
a black spot on a stage-
a dancing actress camping glitz
attention- all the rage.
The charm of such a simple mark
so fortunately placed,
will conjure up a coy remark
how loveliness is graced.
(for the Holy MOLE-y!! contest)
Categories:
pouty, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Once saw you freshly bathed, with glowing soft skin
And remember your hair with the stars and the moon
Grey-blue eyes piercing through my desiring heart a-cry
The greenest of things blue, the bluest of things grey
You fuller pouty lower lip alluring to my upper lip
I don’t need to get tips, as beautiful lips sink ship
I remember your look, making me quite nervous
Those eyes leaning, increasing my heart beats
Come in my garden, roses want to see you blossoming
The recesses of my heart needs to feel throbbing
Come, my mind wishes to feel intellectual touch
Come in dreams, I wish to confront reality as such.
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Fifth Place winner in
Contest: Sentimental Love Letters sponsored by Audrey carey
Categories:
pouty, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Make men stretch their arms, to wake in her eyes
Finger on lip, ring not on middle, mouth lovely
With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars
With the shades of occidental and oriental beauty
Her lips suck forth my soul; ah, see where it flies
There will I swell for heaven is in those lips pouty.
This is the face that can launch a thousand rockets
Burn the topless towers of any earth’s location.
She’s ready to claim what nature gave her in tons.
See you freshly bathed with glowing soft skin
The flowers like earth, moon and stars in hair
Piercing grey-black eyes alluring to commit sin.
The fuller pouty lower lip, inviting my upper
Making me nervous to touch, increase my beats
Know the tips, beautiful lips sink the ships ever.
Sweet Helena, make me immortal with a kiss.
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
The world without you, everything is dross.
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Tenth place win in:
Dr. Ram Mehta
Partly inspired by Christopher Marlowe’s lines in his play Doctor Faustus
Contest: Tell Her Story sponsored by Constance La France
Categories:
pouty, me,
Form:
Terza Rima