Best Satiation Poems
Let me translate
My love for you
From written.... to spoken....to touched
From syllable sensuality
To physical functionality
From verbal to nonverbal virtual reality
Or better yet
Let me translate them into YOUR language
Yes, I’m a polyglot glutton
craving your satiation
Interjection velocity
Groan and grope physicality
Touch and tease and taste temerity
Chaste words undulating into unchaste carnality
Let me translate
In meanings that you understand
Points of reference that you rant and pant
In my ear…say it in a chant….
Over and over...
I won't let you recant
your forbidden fantasty frolic…
Baby...I’ll grant
Let me translate
Into the language of YOU
I understand
Your savage need laced with greed….
concede....every one...
to me
This wave won't recede
till that passion is freed...
by my deliciously devilish deed...
My pleasure peaks uncontrollably
Rocked in your volatility
Word translation ecstasy
Come together finality
Verbal.......
non-verbal.....
G~R*A~T*F~I*E~D
unity
So, just let me....
Let me translate
My love
For
You
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
satiation, language, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Jewel-colored butterflies flutter in scarlet sage
Hovering hummingbirds on a red tubular stage
Highways they navigate apparently their own
Invisible to humans as they stay in their zone
These lovely creatures are by nature vivacious
At times if necessary can also be fallacious
Both either drift or glide in on a breeze
Plunge into a vortex of nectar sweets
Satiation of thirst while lost in the moment
Entrances spectators with similar enjoyment
There are days when fluttering colors
Dissipate daily woes... a gift of the hummers
Butterflies and hummingbirds are beauties to behold
Their appeal is captivating and never grows old
POTD - June 30, 2018
August 28, 2018
Contest 485, Any Form, Any Theme
By Brian Strand
First Place
Pick a Theme Contest
By Viv Wigley
Theme - There Are Days When
Eighth Place
Altered from Poem Lush Garden - August 26, 2018
Categories:
satiation, aubade, beautiful, bird, butterfly,
Form:
Rhyme
A confession
bursts from your full lips
Almost against your will:
“I’m hungry ….
I'm hungry for you.”
I speak in seductive smile soliloquy.
My cherry glossed lips pa rt,
gushing out this succulent response:
“Come, my hungry boy.
Come and eat.
From appetizer to desert
Gluttony’s Creed is freed in me
Take time to t~a~s~t~e
From chocolate tips to cherry smear,
your taste palette I’ll tease
with full bodied, full course meal
Thirsty in--be--tween--needs
~~~~I’ll drench quench~~~~
from my blessed abundant flow
take it nice and slow as you go
Come, come and indulge
another dish to relish
My love menu
creations just for you
Just the right spice
Of naughty and nice
Satiation Celebration awaits
But now...
Eat..... s, l, oOoOoOo w, l, y
Don’t waste in haste…
These moments so ^u*n^ chaste
There you go, baby boy
satisfaction exhalation
Now, come
Let me clean~~you~~up
Time to sleep
Here is my chest
plush pillow rest
I’m here
Sleep...sleep
Hunger will not haunt your dreams
Ah...
Contented sigh
Closed eyes
and here am I
Watching over you as you sleep
Insatiable the hunger for you
In my *eye*
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
satiation, relationship, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Free verse
Lavish locks sprawl pillowed in peace this morn.
Gently whiskered cheeks hint of last night's lipstick
Tensions banished blue grassy fiddling lingers
Let's take it easy
I'll make the omelets
while you get a shower, dear.
Oh? You'd rather play some more?
Alright, eats postponed.
Pounding rhythms drumming heartbeats
Satiation lullaby.
In stillness your breath meanders its way
through the vast concert hall of my naked
vulnerability cooing minor
keyed assurances of something finer.
Rifts while integral to the theme render
our phrasing discordant at times yet
your hard earned skill in handling your fender
is spawning a wisdom I don't quite get
but it soothes and smooths, warms and relaxes
us both and though still stressed out by taxes
and injustice, fear and idiocy
frustrations from others unable to see
we remember our gift of harmony
and sing our twin souls free of enmity.
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The three forms used to construct this poem are Sapphic Stanza, Sedoka, and Sonnet.
Categories:
satiation, love, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
My need for love
is never sated
it's not dated
but continuously present
ever feeling
always reeling
from its demands
it gets out of hand
you can't possibly understand
My need for love...
My need for love
is longevity's flame...
I feel no shame
it's always the same
it sears
and never fears
but scorches and torches
any barrier
livid carrier
it roars
temperature tempter
it soars
flaring and daring
not even caring
that I burn
that I yearn
for more of its heat
to be complete
it blazes
endless kindling
stoking the fire
delirium and desire
together conspire
to take me up higher
till I combust
consumption on repeat
all in my trajectory
consumed history...
what a tragedy
for me
is this...insatiable entity
my need for love...
My need for love
is never quenched
temerity of thirst
always at its worst
It withers me
can't escape...can't be free
its depth demonstrated
its force contemplated
this love well never fills
though fed till it spills
offering liquid thrills
it kills...for in no time, you see
it feels empty to me
can it be?
my need for love...
My need for love
is insatiable
I weep, I weep
for no one can keep
a steady supply
and I wonder why
I sigh
I die
there's not one reply to
My need for love
My need for love...
well now that you know
cause I've put it on show
My love, are you able
to keep it all stable
supply and demand
with your lips, with your hand
be the fullfiller
liberate from this killer
satiation subscriber
desire docilizer
need nullifier of...
My need for love
Yes, my need for love
from sated to abated
fully consecrated will be
when you make love to me
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
satiation, how i feel, longing,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
what is that ... there ... in the darkness?
what is that hollow creature, cold and callous
that shrouds its image in the deep, remorseless black?
careless, the coal-red glint in its eye ...
ragged-edged teeth to tear truth and sensibilities -
to rip the flesh of loving and kind intent,
imbibe its worth, and spatter the dregs into my face, sodden
I can see it moving there ...
squirming and slithering in the frigid gloom
its skin pulled taut over bones like a painted skeleton ...
broken, twisted fingers of conscience scratching at the dirt floor
tearing at its own eyes for the sake of regret
bleakly consecrated, relishing the pain, exquisite -
an anguish of introspection, suffused.
it trembles there ... innocent, wan ...
it shivers in the crepuscular quiet
the agony of alienation and loss dripping thick from its hide.
what is that monster, there?
I fear I know it, and IT knows me ...
yet I shall not give it a crumb of satisfaction or satiation -
better that it lurks there in the dim and dank
rather than give it identity.
let it wallow in its own waste
and feed on the scraps of disappointment
regret and realization lapped cold from the floor …
let it starve for want of my better aspirations and intents
I shall hold no heed nor pay no pity
else it will surely devour me ...
happy to taste the metallic tang of my lifeblood
sharp on its sordid and duplicitous tongue -
quick to digest all that I had meant for worth
and all that I had given to benefit and blessing ...
and belief.
oh, what is that ... there ...
in the tenebrous depths??
who is that hollow hellion ...
who wears my face?
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select H Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Hallucination" Poetry Contest, Brendan J. Simons, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Loss Of An Innocent Mind" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
satiation, analogy, innocence, introspection, life,
Form:
Free verse
Do not confuse
my compliance
with agreement.
My quiet is not
for your appeasement.
I’m trying to survive,
while knowing
my suffering
makes you feel alive.
I’ll never understand,
how pushing me down,
causes you to thrive.
Is there
a special taste
in my fear?
A satiation
of your thirst
that is quenched
by a tear?
How do you
see yourself
when you
look in a mirror?
Would you
cease to exist
if I wasn’t here?
I am
sucked up
by your need.
Your “Love me
love me” creed!
Your soul hole
is to big to feed.
You’re a human parasite,
or a deep rooted weed.
How much more,
will you cause me to bleed?
I am child
You hold
all the power.
An imposing figure
like a clock tower.
I am held
in your tick talk grip,
hour after hour.
As I grow quieter,
you become
louder and louder.
Now I make
my great escape.
My own new world
a different landscape.
The old me
hung out to dry,
like a freshly
cleaned sheet draped
I become,
my own Super Hero,
with a brand new cape.
Without you,
my strength grew.
I did not allow you,
to determine who
I should be,
or what I am supposed to do.
That part of my life
is finally through.
All the lies you
forced fed me,
none of them were real.
I didn’t know then
how I should feel.
You somehow
convinced me
you were a big deal.
Now you hold no sway
and little appeal.
I got off of
your mind controlled
hamster wheel!
My life’s now my own,
I stopped the steal.
I am reading Edith Egler’s book “The Gift”
It caused me to contemplate abuse at the
hands of my father. I wrote another piece
titled Eddy in which I tried to understand what
shaped who he became. I am not angry with
him anymore. He passed away over 20 years
ago. I must admit it was an important part of
my family healing.
Categories:
satiation, abuse, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form:
Rhyme
The Turkey’s Revenge
The lights went out…..slowly
…….at first
then
…….they dropped like flies
…………in a sudden frost.
Immobilized
…..succumbing
……to the inexorable end.
Slowing movements
…..lowered respiration rates
…Soft sighs of satiation
Building….in a muted rumble
….rising to a roaring
…..Snore….
Parades went by
…….games were played
….taunting texts unanswered
Pictures..
……..will be posted
……..of the Turkey’s Revenge
..the bane of Tryptophan’s
Napping victims
………..dreaming
……of uncut pies
…………awaiting their fate.
John G. Lawless
11/28/2015
Categories:
satiation, recovery from, thanksgiving,
Form:
Free verse
I don't fear Betrayal, for it broadens my understanding on Trust.
I don't fear Enemies, for they were once Friends.
I don't fear Hate, for it is envy disguised as Love.
I don't fear Pain, for its unpleasant sensation gives me Pleasure.
I don't fear Hunger, for it is a shadow of Satiation.
I don't fear Death, for it is freedom from the troubles of Life.
I don't fear Sadness, for it opens my soul to yearn for Happiness.
I don't fear Failures, for they are simply the foundation of Success.
I don't fear Wars, for they are conflicts that bring Peace.
I don't fear the Dark, for it is the hidden form of Light.
I don't fear the Future, for my present made peace with my Past.
What I fear is being Fearless, for fear is afraid of itself like I am afraid of Myself.
Categories:
satiation, courage, emotions, feelings, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
a masked diner
seeking satiation
.....table for one
two hands touching
violating the new norm
......folded in a lap
kidnapping her Barbie
the daring of pirates
........age three
equality
never enough never more
............one sandwich divided by four
denials laughter
five chocolate fingerprints
.......eye witnesses
John G. Lawless
2/19/2021
Categories:
satiation, irony,
Form:
Senryu
He pulled out
He pulled out
He pulled out
My heart with his hands
He pulled out
My love strand by strand
He pulled out
My tears with his tongue
He pulled out
My smiles one by one
He pulled out
my hope for love true
he pulled out
the truth in what men do
he pulled out
he pulled out
he pulled out
Preventing seeds from being planted
he pulled out
and songs of ecstasy, we chanted
he pulled out
the past, present, and future
he pulled out
the things we’ll do for
love, or love not, or just bein’ hot
he pulled out
and that unity he forgot
and he begot, a new plot, a zealot,
for true love, or love not,
I don’t know, but he forgot
He pulled out
Cause of doubt
He pulled out
Took an easier route
He pulled out
But he still drowned
He pulled out
And he remains unfound
He pulled out
And we remain unbound
He pulled out
But we’re still on the ground
He pulled out
He pulled out
He pulled out
And I floated away
Drowned in dismay
He pulled out
Then he pulled me in
He pulled out
Tried to shake the djin
that made him act in sin
He pulled out
From the revelation of a realization that temporary elation brings damnation to the
thought-to-be love relation, in search of some satiation that went unrecognized,
inspired by some ingratiation to quench another’s temptation, ooooooh, this love
thing is a complicated occupation
Don’t know what you’ve got 'til it gone
But who knows where you’ll find it again
He pulled out
He pulled out
He pulled out
It shouldn’t hurt so much I wanna forget,
He pulled out
But thoughts of we still makes me sweat,
He pulled out
Can’t repeat the defeat that arose when
He pulled out
Gotta clean up acts and pick up slack cause
We can’t go back to plan A
When it never existed
What’s plan B?
Well let’s see
I fix me, and you fix you,
And maybe we can mix, and
Rub sticks and rekindle a flame,
So dimmed by demise,
I don’t know, still gotta grow,
But sometimes that’s how love go,
He pulled out
I pulled out
We pulled out
Now what?
Categories:
satiation, lost love, love, me,
Form:
Blank verse
Bulbous, flat, keel-like ridge, and in other shapes I see you,
Curved or carved; you shine painted in red, green, purple, or blue;
As the rainbow is placed splendidly on bone china clay,
With many musing and mourning moments, you swing and sway...!
Roses, lilies, tulips, jasmines... dancing in the cool breeze,
You can contain floral species of the skies and the seas;
Never even a moment, you seem to discriminate,
Flower from flowers, based on differences, small or great...!
A fountain of water for the flowers, trimmed and adorned,
You stand by coal-black coffins of rich or poor who are mourned;
A gorgeous and glamorous demonstration of marriage,
You decorate dazzlingly valiant soldier's carriage...!
Symbolizing plentiful wealth and lavish luxury,
Indian goddess, Vasudhara's endless treasury;
An icon of self-exploration and self-expression,
You are a portion of any art-lovers possession...!
Even when you're broken, blooms you hold with satiation,
Enhancing existential elegance and elation;
Owing your acts, optimism flows in me like flawless streams,
Not nightmares, heavens, and angels, nowadays, fill my dreams...!
19 April 2023
Writing Challenge - 'V' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Categories:
satiation, flower, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
DON'T MAKE ME TRASH
In your parched arid life you would like to drink
From chilled cans all kinds of enchanting liquid
With the pleasure of satiation you want to sink
To the depth of the dregs after you open the lid.
The minds of the containers are quite unaware
You suck them dry of the last drop of their spirit
In an urge to satisfy your desire you won’t care
You make them feel hollow, the way you treat.
The contents consumed at your time and will
You crush the cans, throw them in garbage bin
They turn into trash, your desire they can’t fulfill
You have no heart to feel the dented cans’ pain.
My colored can is now full of fluid verve to the brim
For your love and care I’ll always give you its whole
To quench your thwarted thirst I’ll go to the extreme
If I’m consumed don’t make me trash denting my soul.
January 4, 2018.
Categories:
satiation, abuse, lust, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
The violet tress of clover blossom,
marks the countess' winter solemn.
Her sorrow,
her cardinal wanton
for her prince,
falsely in prison.
There is no respite to her yearning.
There is no satiation to her craving.
There is no solvency to her predilection.
There is no end to her attraction.
There is no limit to her aspiration,
for her prince falsely in prison.
Her womb, her castle;
her vessel for seas
all barren wantonly.
Her ire turn rage.
Her wisdom lost sage.
For her prince caught trickily,
placed falsely in prison.
She thrusts her fists at the gyre.
She spins insults into coarse wire.
She wears poultices upon her attire.
Her paces a failed amble.
Her songs bell book and candle.
All to respite and retire,
her work to free entire,
her prince falsely in prison.
But times sands grow heavy on her face,
that turned to fright.
Her garden grows weeds then blight.
Her beauty fades from tensions tight.
Her loneliness becomes vulgar each night.
Her stolen union vanquished by mages.
Her desires robbed in vista mazes.
She stumbles through tomes and pages.
Lost now she babbles to rhythmic chorus.
Casts her blood and bruises;
casts her spirit into blazes.
Casts her lot where her grave's cleave raises.
Now no longer can she impart creation,
for her prince falsely in prison.
Categories:
satiation, angst,
Form:
Rhyme
Written for the contest "Regretting Cake"
The drunken groom,
was in his bedroom,
as I had my cake with his bride.
And in hindsight I would chide
myself for charming, smiling,
and to her causing alarming
intimation of satiation loom.
His best man and kin,
were coaxing his skin,
into the nuptial shower.
But the party slowed the last hour,
and the cake sugar did empower
our energy to sin.
And with wine our heads did spin.
She smeared cake on my face,
and I knew it was disgrace,
when she stopped me from wiping it clean.
She took me behind the dais scene.
Into a bathroom and on the sink did lean.
Without a thought I took her fast pace,
and winked a toast to the groom through her veil lace.
8/1/16
Categories:
satiation, sin, wedding,
Form:
Rhyme