Best Satin Poems
As wild as unbridled seas,
soft as mist, a spindrift tease.
Night stars swoon and fall from skies;
constellations fill her eyes.
Every leaf stirs in her wake,
bottom to top, mountains quake.
Beaux like grapes bunch on her vine,
blood in veins she turns to wine.
Kisses sipped, her cherry lips.
Saké nip, rock ‘n roll hips;
tongue-and-groove celebration,
sensual saturation.
Her riptide lures sand from shore,
tsunami, when she wants more.
Standing with feet spread and arms opened wide,
I give myself to the beauty of this ocean night.
Though at a calm inlet’s entrance, my ears bear
witness to near crashing waves focusing their roll.
My solitude loves ocean sounds as favored music
while I absorb comfort from stars so brightly lucid.
Consolation is no illusion, night invites my intrusion,
calms my confusion and lifts all my cares on high.
In daylight, I hide, keep fears inside my weep
until the world sleeps and I may dare sneak
to the freedom of infinite sky and sea.
Placing my float upon the water, I then lay
face up, give way to the inlet to steer my coast
and to stars sparkling endless dreams evoked.
I dangle my fingers in the satin water ripple,
sigh as night upon water eases all of ill fashion
and natural darkness washes me with peace.
I am grateful to night for its water cradle,
for clear dark sky where angels sparkle stars
until all twinkles sigh signal away my fears.
Though I must depart the night’s embrace I lust
before the daylight begins its revealing start,
I stay prayerful for the night and water pattern
that stroke me with hope while afloat their passion.
My darling love—you are the true angel of my existence!
Your satin silk touch mirrors your beauty in the moonlight!
Your satin silk touch always sets my true emotions afire,
With your scent of perfume and luscious red lips blushing.
Your warm tears are precious dewdrops kissing softly true,
As heavenly honey crystals shine bright signifying our love.
I look deeply into your eyes and realize our life is so special,
And that the magic of your divine beauty is beyond reproach.
Touching becomes my every precious breath now gasping hard,
For fresh air as I lay my eyes on you and feel your angelic aura.
As the very salt is awash in my ocean of dreams my dearest one,
My heart and soul are always one with you—as my true love rare.
What we share in this wondrous life are Heaven and Earth as one!
Your satin silk touch is the enchanted alchemy of our forever love!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – June 1, 2016
(Unrhymed Couplet
Satin Winged Flowers ...by Carrie Richards and Poet Destroyer
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Let's watch how they cluster in whirlwind ballets,
lifting like clouds from the dark swampy ground.
Burrowed in sunlight, then full-bloomed at midnight
Bouquets of white moths wings, will gather like flowers.
Rising from shallows, with satin-soft petals,
circling meadows in small constellations.
With great expectations, they rise in their journey.
Star-struck, while seeking the light of the moon.
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8/25/15
~the satin doll~
had voluptuous curves, grandeur,
~the satin doll~
with sultry voice and a sweet smile,
moved a president, it is clear,
Marilyn was childlike veneer,
~the satin doll.~
Weave a RONDOLET
For Nette
By John Moses Freeman
Burlap and Satin
He labors in the field 'neath blazing sun
below a sky of blue with clouds of white;
his wagon and his farming tools at hand.
With burlap hat and ragged shirt undone,
from dawn to dusk he works the blessed land;
brings life to fertile soil with brawn and might.
His heart is happy in the time he spends
to make a good life for his new-found bride:
to be together, come the sun or rain.
To share in living on the crops he tends,
and bear the long hot days, sore muscles, pain
his work demands in order to provide.
And now he has an angel by his side
attending him throughout his labored days.
Her hours are long with indoor duties too.
And in the evening, both at rest, abide
the coming of the next day to renew
their modest joys of life in simple ways.
So often through the day, she is right there
beside a window, safe indoors to see,
with cat against her satiny-sleeved arm,
her dear strong man, if he is taking care
to work the field without her fear of harm.
His angel in disguise…dear wife is she.
February 12, 2015
Burlap and Satin
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Judged: 03/30/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Angels
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/01/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: An Angel in Disguise
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Judged: 03/20/2015
Iambic Pentameter, Rhyme Scheme: a-b-c-a-c-b
Bent fingers trace embroidered leaves
on satin and long lacy sleeves.
Blush roses, twenty-six she counts--
A French word she can't now pronounce.
She blows dust from old envelopes
tied with blue ribbons and her hopes.
The letters penned by her true mate.
Over his name, she... hesitates.
A trunk in attic soon became
her refuge from days all the same.
Photos dwelling midst her daydreams,
and keepsakes of sweet seventeen.
She thought he'd walk up Dusty Lane;
he might appear, along with rain
and wash away her endless tears;
bring summer nights and happy years.
A wedding date that came and passed;
memories cut like broken glass.
A heartache like the roaring wind,
returning nightly without end.
She lived alone among the ghosts
of dances, laughter, champagne toasts.
Altho eccentric, she was bright;
looked forward to impending night.
Aunt Agnes passed at ninety-three;
still wore her ring for all to see.
Memories left for wind to tend;
they have beginnings but no end.
On the porch, clouds covering the sun
Memories flood like spring rain
Remembering those times long ago
Of burlap times and pain
There was no hope for satin gowns
Calico was my dress
Then times were harder that one year
Adults were really stressed
Daddy bought the animal feed
In sacks of printed cloth
Mama got enough matching bags
Untouched by dreaded moth
Two skirts were made by a seamstress
Some shirts from bleached flour sacks
There was no nudity at our home
In work mom did not slack
We knew nothing of satin cloth
Survival our weak mode
God blessed my father's efforts
When new skirts were sewed
Written: March 24, 2018
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dappled is the room
the only sound soft whispers . . .
. . . satin sheet on floor
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February 24, 2015
Poetry/Senryu/satin sheet
Copyright Protected, ID 02-643-258-24
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Satin Doll Diva
Born to achieve - AH!
A Leo, a fierce Lioness,
A tiny, tempting treat
Spellbinding ... Unique,
A magical spirit, a sweet Poetess,
Love writing poetry
Give me my symmatry,
Verses and phrases design,
THAT Satin Doll Diva
Intending to weave - AH!
Poems and friendships all mine.
Sometimes I perceive the moon
as a pearl; a polished satiny gem.
Aloft the world in midnight's pitch,
surrounded by myriads of stars...
baguettes of celestial diamonds.
June 19, 2021
Bite Size Poem No.8 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
yall devilish creatures tried to take away my family
My family is my world
let me take yall
back in time
were creatures of my
land riped out my heart all of a sudden
out of the. Crupted blue crowd of ugly creatures
with dead hearts.
literally tore my whole world almost apart.
they snatched my golden little angel
from my heart . they made up all these lies.
to try to get my family torn apart .
these creatures must have no heart , to drag a
family of gods creation straight into the dark.
creatures of hell , you dont snatch away god's
little angel from the original creature creator .
she was choosen to be with me heart to heart .
funny how the devil works he keeps pickin us with his
pitch fork.tryn to make us burn with them .
no , when we didnt do any kind of unholy sin.i hope someone out here can relate to satins workers like what they put my family through loops and circles of Satins unholy cobered up lies lies lies.
Kickin’ ass farm chores in floral print dress
Lipstick is sticky and hair’s all a mess
Binder twine blisters that tuck a loose tress
Crankin’ old Allis but with mom’s finesse
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin
Fertile fields plowin’ and dust in excess
Barley seeds planted with such fine caress
Rakin’ up hay for the bales of success
Dreamin’ up memories is such a bless.
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin
Askin’ for little and wanting some less
Catholic girl says no to sometimes yes
Maybe sought more than we dare to confess
Born to be tender with some rough, I guess.
And these things that happened
Like burlap and satin
Written: 3/21/18
Contest: Burlap and Satin
Host: Anthony Slausen
A blind date
sprung on two unwary victims.
He turned up early in suit and tie
obviously uncomfortable with
a situation beyond his comfort zone.
She showed up on time
dressed in an elegant clean cut dress
wearing high heels and
a subtle touch of perfume,
oozing confidence, yet
carrying herself with class.
An introductory handshake,
soft and coarse, gentle and firm,
set the ball rolling.
Over dinner he unwound
falling for her smooth soft voice
and witty sense of humour.
Later they danced, striking a balance
between grace and slight awkwardness
merging with ease when slow music played.
Reluctantly the date came to an end,
but not before plans were made to meet again.
Who could have guessed that
burlap would compliment satin so well!
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Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
© 22nd March 2018
I have tried to love
I have tried to befriend
But I have not recived a blessing from above
They have cursed my soul
My heart roars with the anger of being ignored
I have tried praying before
But the prayer made me worse, what was in store
My life was in hell
And the stinking smell
makes me sick, and green
Why did it happen and how
But now I remember my deed
I was with my friends
and the party came to no end
when a handsome man came to me
he gave me a drink
saying the it was called 'The Dream'
I drank it whole
and now I behold my fate
My fate of the posin I drank
From Satins hand
He now commands my soul
Because I drank the posin
No one will ever love me
Not any more.