Best Risque Poems


Premium Member Its a Risque Business

              they closed the brothel
                  to open a bakery 
                tarts still lay around 
           black forests are on display 
    no fresh muffins ~ nothing’s changed 


They Closed The Brothel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
14/02/2021/ syllable counter PS 5/7/5/7/7

Premium Member Toilet Humour and Risque Rhymes - new book


Loo humour it is my forte
Risqué rhymes, I’ll write night and day 
I’ve finished next book
Will you dare to look
It’s naughty – that’s all I will say!

Premium Member Away With the Fairies - Risque

Away with the fairies
No sense in my head
“Just feathers and sawdust,”
or so my mum said

With vacant expression
I stared into space
She said, “I won’t do much
For the human race.”

I told her, “I’m thinking.”
She said, “About what!”
And I said, “Your sister,
Aunt Maisie is HOT!”

I think I’m in danger
of a sore behind
My mum said, “She’s too old,
and you’re not her kind.”

I said, “Mum, just last week,
we went to the zoo.
She said she loves big snakes!
Well, what could I do?”

My mum screeched, “You pervert!
You’re still just a child
You’ve got nothing downstairs
to drive women wild.”

I said, “Keep your hair on.
Your sister likes lads.
And also, she told me…
mine’s bigger than Dad’s.”


Premium Member A Risque Limerick - Warning

Women battling the bulge is no surprise
Being looked at on the beach; the ultimate prize
   And when the battle they win
   It causes a grin
To notice a different bulge in the men's levis.
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Viagra Won'T Help Now - Risque

The redness that caused me agitation;
being cancerous was an aberration.
A letter stated it’s lipstick,
that smudged on my dipstick,
so deeply regret my amputation.

Premium Member Epitaph For Betty White

Our dearest Betty White, whose credits are long
Her sharp wit was always like a risque' song
She warmed our hearts every step of the way.
Her final bow, we wish she could have stayed.

January 8, 2022
© Ann Peck  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member A cock and bull tale - Risque Rhyme


New farmer whose first name is Guy
Confesses he's using AI
His cows are sans bulls
But for lassies he pulls
He uses his todger - AYE AYE!

Premium Member Risque

crimson stilettos
mini skirt, fishnet stockings
 fantasy attire

Risque

If only I could 
I totally would. 
To love to feel 
To die embracing. 

That everlasting emotion
Lurking deep in the ocean. 
Burning like lava
Exploding from inside. 

Electrocuted by your stare
Teasing me with a dare. 
Awakened salacious images
Running naked through my head.

Seize me with longing  
Fervor endless growing. 
Elevate me to the extremity 
Come to a halt at the summit. 

Dissolved by lust 
Attempting to adjust. 
Evaporating with the zephyr
Adagio movements concluding me.

Premium Member Risque Business

The subway steams in August heat.
At 3 A.M. a lover’s tryst.
Alone at last two in one seat.
The subway steams in August heat.
Their limbs entwine and hips entreat.
He strokes her hair and steals a kiss.
The subway steams in August heat.
At 3 A.M. a lover’s tryst.

Premium Member Risque : Reloaded :

useless she goaded 
                  his libido eroded 
                 feeling outmoded 
        two blue pills locked and loaded 
         you beast ~ payload exploded


By
David Kavanagh

Premium Member Scented Leaves

Merriment winds dapple bouncing
  gleeful spots of energetic play
     when they joy lift her thru
         childhood perfumed leaves of yesterday.

                        Emotionally puckered steps
                        kick-slipping thru teenage ground arrays
                        wore angst sized woodsy shoes
                        during those years when leaves all smeared gray.

                        A girl who never said good-bye
                        disappeared down in sensual lays
                        when her heart first love sighed
                        awry in love crunched leaves spiced risque.

With aches not yet adult strong,
  she smeared regrets where teared upsets lay -
    on leaves that shamed her dreams
      while fresh scents hid their bits that betray.

Risque

Even in the saddest parts of her, she glowed.
She was standing still at a crossroad.
No one understood who she was at heart.
Her madness pulled her and others apart.

She was standing still at a crossroad.
A grin was something she always showed.
Her madness pulled her and others apart.
They saw her as a headstrong sweetheart.

A grin was something she always showed,
Known for regularly being in a sensual mode.
They saw her as a headstrong sweetheart.
Not knowing she will soon come apart.

Premium Member Risque

I have great admiration for the people who labors
Whether it’s labor in love
In deeds
In loving kindness
Or in everyday mundane things
Did you know that your deeds are not gone unnoticed?
Whether to be noticed by me, ha
Or others 
Or God, yeah!
That’s the person you want to notice the most
He is up there watching you 
Yes!
He is seeing everything you do
Every little risqué that you take
For that special someone
For that not seeing again stranger
Everything you do is accounted for
To the last penny
As what they say
Do you want your work to count
For eternity?
Then do my friend
And don’t be wary in your hard doing
Don’t pay any thoughts
In whether you will be benefited
You will be
Make no doubt about it
The labor that you sowed
Will water you
And grow you in His loving kindness
God is needing His laborers
Whether at the least unexpected place or in your back yard
Or on your neighbor’s porch
Share a word of kindness
Say a random thing
Or do the unexpected
You have a mind to do 
What you want to do
So why not use it 
To do what you want?
Hey wouldn’t you want to talk to that person
To find out about him/her?
Where is your curiosity?
You may learn something new
In the process you may learn something 
About yourself
So you actually do yourself a favor
To get out of your confinement
And fly
So do okay?
You won’t regret it

Premium Member risque salt and pepper shakers

My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay

I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought they were gay.

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