Best Satins Poems
I want so bad in Casarah’s pants
She said I had to offer up some romance
Off we went to a local dance
I bought her a flower, a beer, and a Big Mac too
She said not quite enough but it will have to do
So in my truck that has no doors
I apologized and said no seat, its on the floor
She smiled and sat, I gathered in anticipation
Of having me in her bedroom a waiting
Little did I realize I'd wish to be vacating
We arrived at her home, at half past twelve
She said grab a beer, cause my hubby is here
I said what the hell, your hubby you say?
She said, why yes where else would he stay?
So I grabbed a beer thinking ok this is a wee bit *****
I was confused, I will tell you that
Her hubby smiled at me like a dirty rat
He had some rope and a little duct tape
This sure wasn’t what I figured on this ol date
From bad to worse, I resigned myself to fate
She calmly said, what could you have possibly thought?
I brought you here, for our pleasures of naught
We will tie you up and start the game
We are the masters, and you have no claim
Now what’s a little pain? so please, don’t try to abstain
Tied and bound what could I do?
They had their pleasures without further adieu
I did the dishes, the vacuuming and the laundry too
Not an easy task tied in ropes by those two
Broken and tormented and tired as heck
I soon plotted my escape up north to Quebec
This Gothic nightmare must come to and end
Else these two satins will drive me round the bend
So I unbound the ropes holding me so tight
Managed to escape into the dark frigid night
Categories:
satins, adventure, evil, gothic, humorous,
Form:
Ballad
Sleepwalker
And in the darkest sweeping wings is held all probable
The night of dreamings; wished embraces of gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; ever in hope....
She is waiting
Pale in naked moon lit sexual stretches
Fanning shadows curve on satins anguished blue
To subtle bronzed drips rusted rivers
Lay about her in ever flowing delta’s of hair
These the coy covers of shoulders demure beneath their lifting expectation
Quintessence supplicant to floating hands; risen
Her slow beat thumps on a sudden heart
The fleur-de-lis arched beseeching the avid prayer of lips
The floorboards creek
And though through empty rooms the sighs may roam
Though forever it seems she has lain alone
There are eyes, by bat wing devised; by the caverns urgent aphrodisia
He has been gathered by the corpuscle of desire, to come to her
And by each and every silent unspent moan of longing
He inscribed this hours, fretful, reflections of her mantle parted
An eternal caress folded; ingress to her concupiscent heart
Mere Luna beams of dreams of loves physique, his love, made love to her
Dawns dissipation breaths
Remembering the warmth before forgotten days; where separated so
Bathes her awash in amber fire; and traces his finger along her spine
To leave her sleeping in those somnambulist foot prints
Looses in the languid illusive of arms, wrapped in suns breaking
Turning to the light he asks for its edifice, hold fast on waking
Struggle to define by wanting the irrevocable kiss; pressed to her
A taste recited by those gossamer senses ponder miracles
And leave their mark; forever in hope
Categories:
satins, love, mysteryprayer, senses,
Form:
Free verse
Everywhere I look, everywhere I turned
I see what he took in what I have learned
No segment neglected no group denied
God's glory's deflected by satins own pride
All throughout the land, in every family
Nor do they understand, unable to see
Like a shadow following you around
Happy to know you'll never be found
Looking high and low even far and wide
We all know that Jesus has been denied
Day in and day out and year after year
This daily bout gets more and more clear
Can you see any of this or are you blind
I'd be remissed to say they're easy to find
So subtle is he as he woo's you away
But if that was me I'd begin to pray
Galatians 6:7-9
Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not quit.
Categories:
satins, blessing,
Form:
Rhyme
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.
Categories:
satins, character, child, creation, faith,
Form:
Triolet
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.
Categories:
satins, confusion, friendship, loss, lost
Form:
I still miss her mystery, mornings
when I'd wake beside her and
nuzzle her nape, hear her
breathing so softly, so sleek under
satins that sculpted her beautiful shape.
My days are now vacant,
evenings are empty with no one to hold,
to ponder and pattern ambitions
together for ever, pale dreams
that are now so far distant and cold.
Categories:
satins, lost love
Form:
Quatrain
Years of friendship now comes to close
As wooden box enclaves your bones
I incant the dirge picked just for you
Through vaulted halls soft notes flew
White robed deity their incense burn
Satins power to dismiss and spurn
Then wild birds call over open grave
All life’s sins packaged and forgave
As you are lost neath natures clay
Adieu good friend till another day
( For contest,’ Just Poetry’, by Paula Swanson)
Categories:
satins, death
Form:
Couplet
Next to each other on a fabric of satin-
I'm floating on air with the richness of sin
Grappling yarns with our version of Latin
Helps passion along, helping feelings within
Trying positions we thought were not done
Sensational moments, we're all having fun.
In line with our age does consent need to be,
Next door loving neighbour's, and being quite free.
When two hearts collide on a slippery slope
Heightening our scope with a see-through desire
It's moments like this when I want to elope
Tonight in the heat of the passion, with fire!
Erogenous fabric from satins soft soap.
Secluded are we in a bundle next door
Attracted by fruits, from orchards of others
Ti's morning, and now from a dream I'd adore
Is something to do with those ultra smooth covers
Next time for real, it's a place I'll explore.
Categories:
satins, lost love, love,
Form:
Acrostic
This man o' war,
comandeered!
By men to be feared,
the likes you never saw
The hunt for gold doubloon
in the Spanish Main
Must end soon,
the buccaneers getting restless again
To take a treasure ship as a prize
To see,such wealth with ones's own eyes
Satins,silks,pearls and gold,
these pirates,so bold!
Silver,rubies,emeralds and sapphires too,
a pirates quest
For they sail the ocean blue,
not willing to rest
until they get the ultimate treasure chest
These rich green isles
set in sea so blue
Bright sun,
for so many nautical miles
By musket and gun
Treasure ships attract pirate crew
Such exotically named ships
and the terror they invoke
Fiery Dragon,Revenge,Adventure Galley
Rising Sun,Fancy and of course...Black Joke
The Caribbean,a favourite hunting ground
Sails unfurled,
they stalk the seas of the world
Unrelenting in their desire for treasure mound
Ripple of shrapnel,
Lunge of grapple
Laying of grapeshot,
this is a pirates' lot
This cannon to make ships heave to
Powder and ball,
on a sea so blue
Treasure! A pirates call.
This lush tropical isle,
so green
The like, you have never seen
Where pirates pertake in cunning and guile
This white beach..............
The haunt of Blackbeard
The infamous Edward Teach!
Gold,satins,silks and rubies too
Diamonds, pearls, they will persue
Spanish galleons of gold,
the best prize to hold
For the pirates of the Spanish Main,
treasure,an ill gotten gain
The risk high
The rewards to hope...........
The likely outcome,
for some............
dangling at the end of a rope
This treasure buried on some tropical green isle
Waiting to be found,
by cunning and guile
Doubloons,silver abound!
Emeralds,rubies and sapphires too,
all waiting on a sea of blue
To be discovered..................
By you.
Categories:
satins, adventure, sea, sea, green,
Form:
Alliteration
Hybrid disassociation enveloping the realm of the brutal.
Severed limbs rain from the sky, heads rolling the streets- A hell rejoiced by satins’
glorious army.
Disembodied virtues, convoluted vision in a rhetorical era.
Buried remnants of a societal refrain post due lay staunch in ruins of a untold text.
Blood rages through the river as bludgeoned faces paint the streets of flesh and
blood.
Involute power reigns absolute, so begins the desolate landscape
Categories:
satins, death, fantasy, song-lyric
Form:
Lyric
The Freedom song
We finally wake from masked confusion
and realise the vast illusion
vanities, egos and promotions
caused wasteful carnage and sad emotions
the world was cleansed with artificial care
grandeur, greed with none to spare
never forget and never forgive
the shackled way we had to live.
what they have sown, now let them reap
our souls are fed and now complete.
So on lonely farms and crowded streets
in palaces and in slums
give welcome to freedoms quickening feet
As silently it comes.
When you see a poor man crouched alone,
A hungry, helpless thing
set him on a moonbeam throne
and treat him like a king.
to all those who wear a hunters crown
and feast on your remains
rip away their purple gowns
And let them feel the peoples pain
Serene, unchanging, ever fair,
freedom smiles with secret mirth
And in a surge of insane devotion
we can release this captive earth
No iron bars, no flashing guns,
No land, no sky, no sea,
not even a bolts from Satins hell
Can keep freedom away from me
Categories:
satins, earth, emotions, loneliness, loss,
Form:
Ballad
They ply themselves to sculpting,
designer gowns, Delmonicos,
those crafty artistes, tasting, trimming.
Excesses to delight the senses,
silks and satins, sauces bearnaise
distinguished by their excellence.
Haute couture or haute cuisine,
they'd grace a page in any
food or fashion magazine!
Categories:
satins, art,
Form:
Verse
ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE
Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor--
Who left a pledge behind.
She strove the neighborhood to please
With manners wondrous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways--
Unless when she was sinning.
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumber'd in her pew--
But when she shut her eyes.
Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The King himself has follow'd her--
When she has walk'd before.
But now, her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;
The doctors found, when she was dead--
Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
For Kent Street well may say,
That had she lived a twelvemonth more
She had not died to-day.
Oliver Goldsmith.
Categories:
satins, funny
Form:
Burlesque
by Dawne Zacharias
I watch as my little one sleeps
Gently in my arms, as I rock....a hush
The sounds of silence, slipping shades
of serenity, send the sleepy, silently still
surrendering, to the surrounding softness...
Of satins somnolence,
hushaby, my little one
You are safely secure as
I hold you near.
Categories:
satins, baby, care, christian, family,
Form:
Free verse
We dare not look!
We dare not stop!
We dare not ponder!
Beyond the skin, to a humdrum is a no man’s land,
Build and soothed by the malevolence of such a spellbinding hand,
Forging us, shaping us,
Building us, soothing us and molding us,
Is the potter and his evil hand,
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.
It’s but a satins eye, that’s stirs the malicious fire,
And he the potter, with hot vivacious stick adds life,
To such a vigorous Fire, never to tire.
Until, Until we are part of his clan.
Until, Until he has prevailed in his nightly plans.
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~M.M.M
Categories:
satins, life, mystery, sad,
Form:
Lyric