Best Quenched Poems
Cascading rainfall
Amongst a cascading riverfall
Quenching each other
Categories:
quenched, nature
Form:
Haiku
Caught in these thorns and thistles...
Yet... Delectable and delicious is your sweet breath...
I tire as I am on fire with thoughts of you...
Do you seek me as I seek you?
Ever quickly I thirst for more...
In a dreamlike state is where I am quenched...
Only by you... I am complete...
Unraveled chains plummet to the ground...
I am saved.... I rave...
Do you claim me as I claim you?
I yearn as I learn more...
Come back... With me to my dear sweet dream...
For in my dreams... is where I am quenched...
For the contest: Your most romantic poem of 2014.
12~12~14
Categories:
quenched, deep, desire, dream,
Form:
Free verse
one seventh heaven fantasy of this middle aged hetero
sexual mwm would be to take the playbook of the late
(recently deceased) Hugh Hefner. Said reverie constitutes
servicing a gamut of women, whose plethora in numbers
constitutes insatiable sexual propensity sans propinquity
perp hussy.
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despite mine middle aged (baby boomer) mwm base line
balled (though non bald) sans truth, isle be quite Ernest
and frank to state boldly, how thine bass concupiscence
trumps ambience, dalliance, essence, fragrance, generates
hefty indulgence (je nais se quois) juice kissing libidinal
makeup nursing omnipresent phallic quintessential reverent
seduction triggers unflaggingly (leaving me starry eyed for
stripes sakes) vision watering x2c (to the x power of infinity)
yielding zesty adulterous blessed coital consummation,
delicious expeditious fulfillment, generous gentle hormonal
insouciance, judiciously kneading lusciously marvelous
natural occurring pleasance, quiescent radiance, rousing
somnambulant threnody ushers victorious waltzing X-rated
yearning zeal to take a page from the playbook of the very
recently deceased Hugh Hefner housed within the PlayBoy
mansion. Game gamines gestalt gifted gonads, gopher
Categories:
quenched, butterfly, desire, devotion, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
With heart drenched in love
They served our dear land
With talents dripping
From their eyes and speech
They spilled services.
These flaming dreams
Lost in blade's thirst
Were kits of hope
And great, their deeds.
Why the slay
With daggers?
For no cause
Crack brained
Hoodlums
Why?
Dedicated to Nigerian youth corps, who were killed during their post graduation service,
when violence erupted after the incumbent president emerged the winner of the national
election.
For Debbie Guzzi's contest:'Jack out of the box'
Categories:
quenched, deathgraduation,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
Quenched
Whenever I’m feeling quite blah,
I will not unwind at a spa.
I pour a cold beer.
My woes disappear;
And all I can utter is…..Aaaah!
Ilene Bauer
October 22, 2011
(for the "Pick a Beverage" contest)
Categories:
quenched, food,
Form:
Limerick
It has been a long wait,
Longer but reached
The battle that enemy started
Was nailed perpendicularly
With our lovely Princess!
Long, long ago!
A dream was conventional
To quench the burning stick
Nicknamed national quizzes
But resources and timing
Kicked away our fantasy
Though struggled enough
But never fought abundantly
Here came the princess
Erisinta her name
And said Dad don’t worry!
Leave the battle on me
No army is needed
I can conquer all alone
And sent the enemy far
Quash him to death
And that is what she did
A Princess of the Royal Ng’abokwa
A single-digit score,
With lower points than all,
Leveled Chibe and Chinga
Our SPS vanity
This is the real fight,
That my soul dreamed of,
Come and celebrate,
It is our culture to party,
Start mbeta all the way
The best of our tribe dances
Bigha Chimono bigha!
For if you stop dancing
Stones and sand shall!
Glorify our God,
For he has side our fight
Don’t forget the rituals
That bound us with grace
Praise the Almighty!
For His mercy and blessings
Have showered our canopy
Dedication to my Daughter Erica. 27-01-2025
Categories:
quenched, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, care,
Form:
Rhyme
gratifying grand PooBah gnashing happily. How envious
eye feel. This generic guy hallucinates (walled within his
lovely bones) incredulously, jealously, knowing lackluster
marriage never ordained plentifully, quintessentially, royally,
satisfying throbbing testosterone undulating vibrantly within
xman yawping zen. Ah know this phallus fantasy tubby
merely a whet pipe dream, yet no logic can extirpate
frenziedly gyrations glum husband images. Just kindling
lasciviousness massages nude oeuvre provoking quaking,
rip-snorting tooling uniting Venus, with xing yummy zone,
absolute beauties, bunnies cozying dear Emir, fathering
Hugh's illustrious joys, keeping libido murmuring, nesting
on papa's queued rocket ship, thrusting uber vintage weasel,
*** y zapping adroitly buoyant consecrated dick, Ernst
found Grafenberg hallelujah, injunction jerking like mad
naturally oiled pussy, quivering red redoubt stimulated
the unavoidable Vagina, whereat xyz attainment brought
******** delight eventually fomenting gusto, heavenly
induced juiced Kung Lee masterfully negotiating ******,
penultimate quest regarding sexual torquing, ululating
vocalization wailing women XCI yogi Zorro
absent, bye Casanova, deemed expert ******** great Hefner,
honorable Hugh invictus, joyousness kept legacy maintained,
now...only phantom quietly rubs shoulders, thighs, ubiquity
vibrant viz World Wide Web.
Categories:
quenched, adventure, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
The wind is my rage
The rain is my tears
The lone standing tree shows me fears
The dirt turns to mud
The hurt is because
I feel so alone, walking with a heavy heart
I feel I’ve been wrong and there is no new start
I sit in silence on the cold ground
I am so alone with everyone around
I am a void on this lonely street
I cannot hold on to this defeat
The winds are stronger
The rain is hard
I don’t belong here
I am too far
Sleepy Street lights, lonely post
I glide through freely, a perfect ghost
This wet grass, in a field of dreams
This pouring rain in my head it screams
It’s faster, its colder, I’m stuttering, I shake
A disaster, I’m the holder, this pain I want to break
But when,
The wind it is my rage
The rain is my tears
This storm has been here for so many years
The floods are high from time to time
The love is tried when the sun shines
The fog that reflects off a hanging light
The lone standing bush that survives the night
I see myself in all these things,
I want to be like the bird that sings
But this weather hasn’t let up
I don’t know if I should keep going or whether I should give up.
Because the wind is my rage
The rain is my tears
That lonely standing tree shows me my fears.
Categories:
quenched, analogy, bird, dark, december,
Form:
Free verse
gully of water
trickle down, forming fissures…
dried flowers thirst quenched
Contest: Nature Comes To Life
2nd Place
Categories:
quenched, nature
Form:
Haiku
The darkness was prominent
Hope only peeked in and out
The synapses were not responding
My mind was in a drought
Then the rains came
The land was quenched
And brought hope about
Categories:
quenched,
Form:
Rhyme
In the murky dusk,
Holding lit candle in mom's hand,
Ease less standing by my side;
Ready to move to an unknown place,
In pursuit of job;
Held my hand, gazed;
Hugged me, kissed my head;
Dripping tears from her eyes,
Dwindled flame of candle light;
I pulled my hanky of pocket,
Wiped her wet eyes to dry,
"No mama, no mom, no more tears,
Watch the quenching light of candle,
Dwindling zeal by your wet drops;
You are the only hope of mine,
Bring smile in your face,
Bless me, spur my mind,
So I stand strong
In this jittering moment;"
Smile in mom's face, said,
"Too far, too far you go from me,
I know in this scarce employment world,
No choice,
But look for finding lively source,
But remember,
You shall be the only shore
Of my lonely life;
Visit me each time when free from work;
You are, only you,
Shall be in me, my heart and mind;
Be happy, be affluent wherever you live,
The candle light shall never be quenched,
As long as I am alive;
Shall always live for you,
And always live with you,
Even after I die;
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
quenched, mother, mother son, mothers
Form:
Prose Poetry
(Kimo)
Rain falls from the cloudy darkness,
Quenched was the dryness of earth
As the pure waters fell.
Categories:
quenched, art, earth, nature, poetry,
Form:
Kimo
Look on me and laugh aloud, the one who blends into a crowd.
Be warned that I am capable, cold dead eyes unbreakable.
Shy young boy still lives inside, afraid to raise his hand and try. My breakout role I'll play a god, my shotgun kicked, their laughter stopped.
My vengeance quenched it hit the spot, my shadow seen my body drop.
The best of me left on the wall, no pride to lose before my fall.
Forgotten, shamed and left alone, his sadness shrinks his anger grows.
The rage boils up then finally blows, restrained no more he lets it go.
Trace blood drenched footsteps through the snows, come follow me down broken roads.
But watch your step don't get too close, for he's long gone that's just his ghost.
Categories:
quenched, absence, anger, lonely,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes while walking the golden path,
You come across a silver one.
Glistening in the moon light, you turn
Never realizing what you’ve done.
It isn’t that it is more beautiful
Than the one that you were on.
Only that you can not stifle the curiosity
Over the places you’ve never gone.
But soon the grey clouds swirl
Taking your moon light away
And you discover that the path you’re walking
Is not silver, but grey.
You try to stumble backwards but
It’s now too dark to see
And suddenly you can find your way everywhere
Except where you’re supposed to be.
It’s easy now to dwell on how
Naïve it was for you to stray
And to let the darkness you have wandered in
Darken each and every day.
Never noticing that there is a break
Of russet across the horizon,
Until the sun pierces your eyes
Making everything it touches golden.
But no matter that you won’t lift your eyes
You can still see your feet.
And you notice that it is not grey
On which your steady steps beat.
You see the glistening familiar path
Not grey but once again gold
You never changed your course
Yet you’re now warm instead of cold.
IT seems that for you to be happy
With the path of gold you were on
You first needed to experience what it was
Like for that road to be gone.
And though it only seemed a detour
That led you through the dark to the light,
You will always know what lies beneath
The silver that beckons you in the night.
Categories:
quenched, lifedark, dark, moon, silver,
Form:
Rhyme
With manly desire,
my flesh calls out for her,
longing to trace her curves,
like beads of sweat,
with trembling hands,
exposing her secrets,
with fingers,
lips,
tongue…
my manly desire
evoking within me,
a blazing, fierce fire,
which can only be quenched,
by diving into her womanly waters,
deep and luxurious,
sensual and warm,
I swim the sea of her,
lighted by her love,
through the night,
then, as daylight dawns,
refreshed and renewed,
I sigh a blissful sigh,
and remain within her peace,
letting her liquid love continue to
quench my thirst,
my longing,
my desire,
my fire,
as we fall into sleep,
together,
as one.
Categories:
quenched, fantasy, love, passion
Form:
Free verse