Best Protruding Poems
Don’t even try to woo me
I can resist you
My mind is fortified
Reason screams reasons to be careful
Caution goes off in flares
My mind is alert
Aware
I can resist you
Oh, but my body
My body plays traitor...
My eyes adore you….
they take in every detail
of your face
your body
every contour and muscle
every masculine trait of virility
Your lips…my eyes linger on your lips
And make love to them……
My eyes speak surrender
My hands tremble
and give me away
I clasp them together…tight
knuckles white
For in another minute
they would escape and seek sanctuary on your body
Caressing your cheeks, your chin
they would travel down your neck
feeling the protruding strength as you swallow
they would take ecstatic trips across the expanse of your chest
Finally moving around your waist to pull you in
My teeth bite my lips
in an effort to keep my tongue imprisoned
for it longs to be unleashed
to run along the lines of your face
to slide on your lips...wetting them with want
making them part
so that it can dip inside your mouth and play
to lose its way
all over your body
I can resist you
My mind is fighting valiantly
to keep my body in check
Oh, but I feel damp desire spread
in the heat of your presence
As you move closer
Looking down into my eyes
I exhale the pent up emotions
brought on by the ripples of anticipation
longing for a touch
that I want so much
and my body's ablaze
this passion craze
Floods my face
rosy red
I can’t look away
and you smile
a warm slow smile
You smile
knowing the battle of mind over body
is about to end
my body will yield
submit in surrender
because your fierce made me tender
And so with the confidence and grace
of a seasoned soldier
you move in for the kill
agile with thrill
you hand tilts my chin up
and your mouth covers mine
smothering the words of protest
the mind has sent as last minute backup
you hold me up
crushed against your enveloping body
as I collapse into your arms
My mind?
prisoner of war
gagged and bound
empty of thought
ravaged by sensations
As you work your way
to your final victory claim
Knowing as you do
That you
Are
irresistible
to
ME
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
protruding, desire,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
you may try to make us feel inferior
strutting around with head held high and mighty
i wonder
is it for our sake
or just to cover up thy own inadequacy
fumbling your way around the factory floor
the bosses son soon to elevate to greater roles
i remember you
on your first day the rawest of incumbents
silver spoon still protruding
from your mouth
i gave you the strength needed
taught you everything
now I sit across from you
your eyes never to meet mine
no apology
when handing
the redundancy paper that says goodbye.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Categories:
protruding, rude, sad,
Form:
Suzette Prime
Red hair protruding from the soldier’s cap
Bright sun and heat, his freckles clearly seen
How peacefully the lad appears to nap
Mae Caulfield moans while searching for her teen
Too young her son to know what he fought for
The gun they gave him longer than his legs
Already two sons dead; they wanted more
And soldiers care not how a mother begs
This “Civil” War is anything but that
Mae sighs on seeing bodies strewn about
She finds her ginger boy, removes his hat
Dry crust against his ear where blood poured out
His gun still loaded, Mom fires one more shot
Now two graves will complete the Caulfield plot
Written January 1, 2019
Categories:
protruding, loss, war,
Form:
Sonnet
The cooling evening breeze lifted and moved the laggard clouds
filtering the burnished moon through the sheer curtains on either side,
makes nature shiver.
Moon holds its gaze with longing over the Scottish Highlands
watching Nessie swim in the dark of the silver facets mirror lake.
She’s grandiose and magnificent in size,
with a towering neck and hump protruding from the shimmering water.
She belongs in the vast bottomless depths
of blue with her magic of immortality kept hidden.
She's welcomed to come to life to cast shadows upon the lake,
one to openness that stretch endlessly before her.
Mountains rise like giants beautiful and imposing
meeting the stark gray sky on the horizon.
Light flickers in the distant as the sky begins to darken.
Lighting erupts with rumbling growls.
Streaks zigzag and fork across the sky
in a majestic display shooting from seemingly out of nowhere
to hit the ground one after another impressive exhibition of power.
With not a soul in sight
she feeds while the moon shines.
Nature keeps an invisible secret.
12/17/2017
Poetry Contest: Loch Ness
Sponsored by: Thvia Shetley
Categories:
protruding, imagery, moon, nature,
Form:
Free verse
The dwelling place is in lofty mountain peak,
hidden from protruding human eyes that seek.
A lonely figure the Yowie cuts,
All contact from the outside world he shuts.
I saw him once, this hairy fellow,
a face so sad and eyes of yellow.
He stood on a ledge in sunshine's glare,
I dare not move, I could only stare.
His seven foot frame, large outstretched arms,
My fear set in I recited the psalms.
The agile beast toward me started,
My belly boiled and then..... I farted.
He got so near my eyes did close,
I peaked and saw that he covered his nose.
The fart I did, boy did it stink.
It caused the yowie's eyes to blink.
For just a moment I thought I had him cold,
but he recovered quickly and became quite bold.
With a sweeping motion he did pick me up.
and around his frame put my face at his butt.
I was upside down and in an awkward spot,
then he let one rip, gave it all he got.
On the richter scale, I'd rate it at ten,
It was the fart of about a thousand men.
So if you're out in the mountains for a quiet stroll,
beware of Yowie, big foot or some other troll.
If they encounter you, turn and their butt cheeks part,
they will surely unleash the most abominable fart.
Categories:
protruding, adventure, animal, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
They are lined up along the long hallways
wheelchairs protruding, blocking the corridors.
The aroma of antiseptic spray attempts to mask
the pungent smell of body odors.
The loud blare of the big screen TV
reverberates from the empty day room,
while medical staff busily sort paperwork
behind the sterile counter tops.
Each ancient face, each frail body
huddled beneath their blankets
reflect a unique history, a life story
that is waning with the passage of time.
Men and women, now trapped within their
weakened bodies, once vibrant and strong
now confined and consigned to wait
away from the public eye, burning daylight.
Written on 4/28/2015
Categories:
protruding, age, time,
Form:
Free verse
Here’s Heaven
As we approach the Pearly Gates Heaven’s crew anxiously awaits
As our Soul soundly negotiates how to enter Heaven and debates
If we lived without sinister sin the Gates would open and we’re in
For now our new journey will begin without our earthly scrimy skin
~~~
The Gates open welcoming wide as we slowly walk worthful inside
We are greeted by an Angelic guide as they whisper here we reside
Golden gates behind stand mile high reflections of pearls in our eye
Where Angels faithfully fly climbing clouds for their love will liquefy
~~~
Rows of mountains protruding peaks for Heaven rejoices as it speaks
Kissing cherub’s chubby cheeks and nestled naps near curbing creeks
Riding rollercoasters reaching sky breathing ambient air of apple pie
Harps playing a luminous lullaby where shimmering streams beautify
~~~
Armies of botanical floral display where children dance to their ballet
A cheerful celebration every day and the sun shines bright never grey
On clouds of cotton candy chewing with robes of silk seemly sewing
Where our love is always renewing in the midst of Heaven's viewing.
Aug.20.2018
Describe heaven
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
Placed 1'st
Categories:
protruding, beautiful, heaven, light,
Form:
Rhyme
"In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous." Aristotle
I
relax
~ listening ~
in tranquil state
~ to white crested waves ~
tumbling, rumbling, throbbing
towards shore’s protruding rocks.
~ ~ With pulsating rhythmic caress ~ ~
** they erode my few lingering doubts. **
~ ~ The ocean song gently lulls me to sleep. ~ ~
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Etheree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
Placed 2nd
© 21st May 2020
Categories:
protruding, nature,
Form:
Etheree
Israeli hostages and Gazans hollowed,
the dark cold cruelty of some in humankind.
Gray circles under frightened eyes,
bones protruding from fading frames.
Listless song of the starving,
grieving God. ~
Categories:
protruding, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form:
Free verse
AND YET?
If one short word could describe Betty, it’s fun
Gregarious, though seemingly loaded, falls short
You’d have to hear her laugh,
Have to see that lovely face blaze in every upward
grace
The voice is brown sugar, with hope of loving hugs
In return
Betty can, on a cold, cloudy day, lift the face of any
sunflower
Can inspire the weary to play
She is incredible, and yet?
I’ve caught her in a pensive mood
In solitude she is even more lovely, and yet?
This is not the Betty we know, flock to
She’s by the window, but gazes into space,
Hand on cheek, arm supporting a downward frozen
stare
Same auburn hair tied in a bun at back
Same petite, protruding ear, delicate nose and mouth
Same all alluring, adult woman dressed in
mid morning attire, and yet?
As though lost in a moment, or bygone moments,
she is absent from the flash and hilarity of her
other world
No getting into that descending, unbending tunnel of
inner cogitation
Our playmate has gone wandering through fields of
joy, want, and regret, and yet?
There is no doubt Betty will come out from the
hiding wings to a loving life, to play another
day on stage
Dave Austin
Categories:
protruding, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
Delicate butterfly orchids
stand paper thin and tall
Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses
with proud protruding power jewel centre
Ephemeral Angels
sign of life and hope
renewed strength and passion
Powerfully poised petals
gently nod affectionate ‘I love yous’
long since they were given as gift
bringing forth renewed romantic setting
an idealistic reminder every day
Categories:
protruding, caregiving, happiness, hope, life,
Form:
Free verse
I saw a man stark naked there unexpectedly,
who in his masculine fashion, though not apprehensively,
went gliding (or was he striding?)
down the center of the hall.
He did not glimpse me at all
as my gut called out, What gall!
So brazen, so reckless this peculiar entity
appearing as if from nowhere to step in front of me,
not elegant or slim as I’m fond of men to be;
but neither corpulent nor stocky -that cocky buck he
with a smooth protruding rump, rather like a girl’s,
yet by his gait betokened “straight” with nary a frill unfurled.
Frozen to the floor, gawking all the while,
I tried to surmise what could prompt in one
such imprudent, impudent style.
Was he merely meandering in some somnambulism state
as his simple sex is wont to do even while awake?
Or maybe this curious man had behind his head an eye
from which, though facing forward, did enable him to spy
the stupefied stranger staring at his rounded bare behind.
For he seemed to be parading his rear assets just for me,
which I deemed, as I beheld them, excelled in simplicity!
Though nothing was exceptional, I smiled begrudgingly
at a finely curved back with firm legs attached
in resplendent nudity!
11/11/16 for the Naked Contest of Anthony Slausen
Categories:
protruding, memory,
Form:
Rhyme
Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.
Through the skin of the earth there’s a massive descend,
And at the very bottom wetness may lie.
The canyon’s river that rocks make bend,
So deep, once there, one’s passions may die.
Wyoming is home to a towering stone
Overlooking plains as a sentinel.
Protruding from the ground the foundation must moan
Supported by land that must be dentinal.
Yellowstone is a land full of discovery.
It contains hills, water, and a massive forest.
An animal population here made a valiant recovery.
The living trees are still the sorest.
Gulf Shores is a paradise bliss.
The white beaches meet the ocean’s salt.
The feeling here is an honorable kiss,
When crashing waves come to a halt.
Discover America; its beauty awaits.
You’ll see it in every part of our land.
The grandeur and majesty are there to behold,
As if placed by an artist’s skilled hand.
Categories:
protruding, adventure, america, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Elegy
Last night I slipped into an introspective dream
witness of a strange extracorporeal experience
the whole me deconstructed to its raw materials
Dead myself was found a bright day
and lay nude on a table counter
on a top floor balcony of an unknown city
I was there, the eyes of a stranger
contemplating my naked body
my appealing erogenous zones
arms and legs leaning on the sides
motionless ribs and chest protruding
my eyelids shut in serenity, the wooden expression
So detached from the soulless body
at first I couldn’t clearly recognize
the element that linked me to the dream
Insignificant who owned the corps before
lands of a new perspective are here for me to explore
small part of the primal knowledge revealed to me
Mystified by compassion and moral obligation
for the helpless body does not deserve
unprotected to lie under the opal rays of the city sun
uncovered to repose in the cold night winds
exposed to random spectators’ judgement
abandoned, without a soul. Was I the owner of that body?
Rushing in agony and the countdown of time
Was I there to save my body from unworthy decay?
Do I have the power to drag it inside the room?
it was a drastic solution as I looked around
there onwards, undisturbed, I would organize the next step
the certainty of predestination supported by aloof composure
Helping hands’ astounding substance
a crystal liquid energy in transparent gloves instead of skin
repeated attempts to lift up my lifeless body
oh I was extremely heavy, impossible to move
an overrated effort in an eerie cloud of panic and the gravity
a deafening whack then awkward pulls dragging me on the floor
There I woke up, as one.
Categories:
protruding, deep, dream, identity, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
I reminisce -
My entering sixteen
Though looked fourteen
Full of perplexities of adolescence
More of vigor and less of sense
Thighs bulging out of my half-trouser-veins
Unsuccessful in hiding my protruding pains
Voice creaking, face pimple-filling
Shyness, blush, and anger aggravating
Avoiding my dear and near ones
And even the company of my parents
Reacting to the elders and earning their swearing
Yet needing someone loving and caring
Getting attracted to you, a girl of my age,
Undergoing the same feelings in a feminine-rage
And smiling at you again, again and again
Fearing what’d be your response, even then
Though you seemed well reciprocating
Yet stern-looking as though staring
Never daring to come closer to you
Waiting… waiting… waiting… to see you
At last fear-filled, confusion-lit
Pressing into your palm a blunt paper-bit
My first ever love-letter, with pleasant pain
Running away gazing at you again and again
Later, hearing your cousin finding it in your skirt
Putting it into your cruel-looking dad’s shirt
Getting spiritually half-dead
Hiding for many days in my bed
Later when I met you again
Finding you as though filled with pain
When you left home to a boarding-school
When I found myself in an all-boys school
Often my asking your younger sister
Whenever I could ever find her:
‘How is she?
Remembering me?’
Then -
You as you
And
I as I
Parting ways, and finding each other -
Never…
I miss you.
Categories:
protruding, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse