Best Scorcher Poems
Drip
Drop
Water drop cascades under sapphire afterglow
Undoing 4 month deprivations
Muffled moans surround crimson fireplace
Crackling of fire
Thrusts of skin
Retinal vibrations shutter her pilot light deep within
She ascended to blue moon heights
As embers of his inferno
Bow in collective unison
Maddening grips
His fingertips draw triangular markings
Hugging curvature’s hip
Gentle bites on lower lip
He tackles her wanton hands against waterbed foundations
Her strengthened pupils reach out for 3rd eye clarity.
She asks for his dance under aggressive whisper
As he dips
Inside
Slow motion Salsa bends of her will
She crosses legs marking “X” against his spot
His relinquished hands
Slalom her vocal chords toward accentuated heavens
He exorcised her trembling inner thighs
From collapsing octaves
With eloquent, muted exhales
His hand reaches her cheek
His mouth descending towards her breast
“My lady, put that lighter down,
Let me be your cigarette.”
Drip
Drop
©11/19/2013
A Scorcher for Charlotte's contest. (Update: Tied for 2nd place. Nice!)
Categories:
scorcher, fantasy, longing, senses, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
Hearing distant cries,
Hope you hear my demise
The deceased fight a battle, recognize
Armageddon heven began to rise,
Evil had no disguise,
Man idolize the warning of the wise
About the valley of the beast,
Where the red moon set east
And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies
All in horror, torture, scorcher at least
Rebuked and punished for peace
Murdered by the beast and the deceased
The living were in mad pain,
Making labour pain feels like a migraine.
Seeing Sadam Hussein,
Beating himself with a thorned cane;
Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!”
‘Cause the pain is insane,
More chaos came:
The Holocaust Campaign
Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame,
Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign
Of man three numbers meant his name.
Who’s to blame?
J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame
For His sins, felt the shame,
My mind’s slain,
In picturing, I can’t contain but complain
That if I were you … I’d start prayin’
Categories:
scorcher, dark, death,
Form:
Free verse
The richness of my love defies belief
Luxuriant and silky are my dreams
With warmth and passion sweet I hover near
Caressing hands and kisses flow in streams
I nourish hunger of the deepest kind
The darkest secrets of your soul reveal
No need to feel ashamed or hide away
Your brokenness with love I will conceal
The fantasy you dare not breathe a soul
For fear your need will meet unbending heart
Now whisper softy in my listening ear
And let me bring to life its every part
I am your Passion Queen, give in to me
Now part your lips and let me give a treat
Yes, take it in, and savor now my breast
For it’s been dipped in honey ever sweet
In jasmine perfumed bed now gently lie
As hands dripping with oil your body tease
Entangled in my hair, your hands command
My lips and mouth that hunger now to please
Desire will not wait a moment more
I give myself to you to be possessed
You sink into warm softness of my core
A mutual release of bodies pressed
My heart the only candle left to burn
Your body bathed, you’re now enticed to sleep
Before you’re whisked away to dreamland fair
I whisper promised love, an ocean deep
November 19, 2013
For Charlotte's Scorcher Contest
Categories:
scorcher, senses, sensual,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
Mostly, she had the heebie jeebies, peaking at early risers
Outside, morning was muted with its first faint flush
Right before bristled being, allure of dawn shook her
Noah's voice and patriarchs of old floated by
Imagine those coils; Delilah had come to nip
Night looked on, swelled with pride remorse would rise
God of heaven and earth knew Minerva could be healed.
Nothing moves miraculously as the Almighty
Once she could hear her own obsequy; such living dead
Out on paths of ruin, Minerva ran and ran
Noon's scorcher, and blizzard, and torrents knew she'd show.
Night was of rain and song; of mind cruise to Caribbean hometown
Ideally, one sky light, alone time, and quietude was craved
God of her mother spoke nothing into something
Head lights once broken, beamed, then glowed
That spring; the new millennium sprung fresh light, water, air, and fire.
*
Categories:
scorcher, abuse, addiction, blessing, butterfly,
Form:
Acrostic
Am I not man to stand the pain?
Open up the gates of torture!
Endless flames may burn my flesh,
may in my soul be a real scorcher!
I will endure the hurting ache!
So tear away the scurf of scars
- unhealed deep wounds in my own heart
engraved like deadly memoirs.
Oh like a fool I longed to see
what couldn’t last, as wise man says.
I remember all the afflict
on which long years oblivion lays.
I stand and open my arms wide
to feel the power of nightmare.
Come thunderbolt of madness, come!
Embrace me horror, hug me scare!
Categories:
scorcher, allegory, depression, lost love,
Form:
The quiet of the early morn
Emphasized by doves' songs
And crickets chirpinng melodies
To Beethoven belongs
Above a canvas painted bright
Done by the Master's hand
Blues so clear and bright and pinks
Now unknown to man
Just enough wispy clouds stretched across
To absorb the morn's sun
Silvery fog reaching down low
Caressing pines with fun
Sand upon the cottony clouds
While the sun is nestled
On the earth's horizon~ captured
In memories' moments
Through the trees a red fire ball sun
Shines glowing hot again
Another scorcher this summer day
Grateful for time to pen
Wonderful a few minutes alone
To enjoy nature's still
Soon life will pick up and move on
My spirit's been refilled
Categories:
scorcher, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Minefield
I wish I could navigate the minefield of my mind
Its corners dark and undefined.
One step too far, it all explodes
It explodes, my being erodes.
I walk through slowly with a hopeful face
Behind me, anxiety soon gives chase.
Anxiety stabs me, sanity's scorcher
And as I weep, I'm thrust to self torture.
Cut in the heart by worries future to past
I'm paralyzed to think this day is my last.
I break the mirror, shouting at my appearance
Meandering in camouflage is my only clearance.
I'm comforted by brief moments of peace
But it's back to the minefield as those cease.
I sit and smile as I amputate
In this personal hell I create.
And I shudder to think of an eternity bound
To this forsaken battleground.
Categories:
scorcher, anxiety, depression, fear, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
I walk alongside the seashore crimson,
Reflection of the twilight of sky,
That precedes the raunchy and beamy night,
Moon shines and stars dance around.
Sickle of moon slivers my heart,
Playing hide and seek, discover my soulmate,
Under vastness of expanse and seductive wind,
Cover of colourful leaves, earth amatory.
The twosome go bawdy and carnal,
Holding me in his arms, gets me close,
I feel his breath on my neck,
And his skin next to mine.
Gazing at his face in moonlight,
These moments are special and divine,
Sultry and aphrodisiac, enamoured in love,
As if never to part, till death in unison!!
Composed on 26/11/13
Written for ' In the faraway' contest
Username- Upmasharma
Motif- romantic
Categories:
scorcher, lust, romantic,
Form:
Quatrain
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
by Michael R. Burch
for the Religious Right
I've got Jesus's face on a wallet insert
and "Hell is for Queers" on the back of my shirt.
And I uphold the Law,
for Grace has a Flaw:
the Church must have someone to drag through the dirt.
I've got ten thousand reasons why Hell must exist,
and you're at the top of my fast-swelling list!
You're nothing like me,
so God must agree
and slam down the Hammer with His Loving Fist!
For what are the chances that God has a plan
to save everyone: even Boy George and Wham!?
Eternal fell torture
in Hell's pressure scorcher
will separate *****from Man.
I'm glad I'm redeemed, ecstatic you're not.
Did Christ die for sinners? Perish the thought!
The "good news" is this:
soon My Vengeance is his!,
for you're not the lost sheep I sought.
Keywords/Tags: Religion, Christ, Christianity, Jesus, Heaven, Hell, Gay, Homo, Homosexual, *****, Queers, Law, Grace, Save, Salvation, Eternal Torture, Redeemed, Sinner, Sinners, Sheep, Shepherd, Vengeance, Satire, Parody
Categories:
scorcher, christian, heaven, i am,
Form:
Verse
One day I woke up and started
hating myself.
I could've tried harder.
Someday I will dwell on the
past.
I only seem smarter.
With seconds to spare.
I'll peer through the looking
glass.
If only I'd bother.
My judgement is foggy.
Mentally blocked.
This comes as a shocker.
I keep thinking it over.
Reliving the past.
It isn't much clearer.
It's a step on a clover.
Thinking it over.
My disturbing demeanor.
It's an ignited mental scorcher.
I'm getting much warmer.
This auto-inflicted torture.
That's finally over.
Categories:
scorcher, absence
Form:
ABC
Out on the porch in morn's coolness
Echoes of a symphony sing
Doves a hollow wind slowly blown
Mockingbirds a tambourine
Song bird voices violin strings
Gently struck with a bow
As a soft illuminating
Yellow sun rises so slow
Stillness hovers; only faint air
movement, will the coolness go
Will this day be a scorcher
with hot humid hours and no air flow?
Wispy clouds fan brushed near the sun
A touch of promised rain
If only there would be showers
to dissipate heat's pain!!
Categories:
scorcher, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Society is wrong
college is too long
a subtle bubble that wraps and cuddles
like snookies thong, its junk
thinkin youre grown up
and matured in 4 years
under pressure of peers
that cant release till 2 beers
Youve smeared your smirk
your boys seared and jerked to be frank ya furt
it stanks that the mirror doesnt flirt
so is that why,
you try treat me second rate
then kaput and dog what i say
cause youre insecure and afraid
and its got to gnaw at the base
im the salt to your taste
I hope all of these words
are a saw to your face
ive stirred the hornets nest
hoppin the fence with each rhyme
like i was just south of the most southwest lines
its time to diss this order, screw the court of florida
this border torture is a scorcher
but we can afford ta pay for ya house, a spouse, hospital bills,
more of whatever you feel and all of your mental disorders
its hilarious, my diss burns like asparagus
when you piss out your arogance in the middle of the toilet
Its so hott I could drop a egg in it and hard boil it
you've baked your plans o imma have to spoil it
you could saran-wrap your grams and still foil it
Just cover your manhood when the recoil hits
Categories:
scorcher, anger, betrayal, conflict, poems,
Form:
Lyric
Spring starts the year with soft flowers
Sometimes brought with gentle showers
Air fragrant with scents that devours
Hues so bright and bold that glowers
Green grass which also empowers
Rabbits hide in brush and cowers
Blue skies show their calming powers
Buds seem to open through the hours
Winter waves goodbye through scourers
Spring’s beautiful tales are all ours
~
Summer opens with stunned fervor
Welcome sun rays that do nurture
Beach trips that add life preserver
Roses in much shades add favor
Small cookouts bring the server
Birds fly past to gently murmur
Kids buy cones in every flavor
Trimming hedges seems so clever
Lawns are mown for the observer
Summer’s joy, the perfect merger
~
Autumn creates a sense of peace
With leaves falling softly to cease
Limbs stark and naked to decease
Mums create a vivid showpiece
Lakes say sad goodbyes to the geese
The crunch of the leaves does increase
Bouncing in raked leaves is caprice
Some take nature walks without fleece
These cheerful blushes are so nice
Autumn’s certainly God’s showpiece
~
Winter brings in the harsh weather
As the birds may lose a feather
Horses bridled with smooth leather
Gigs throw snow round altogether
Some ride sleds that they will tether
Cardinals trust the snow measure
Many love snow days much better
It seems nice to wear a sweater
Ice hangs down from eaves together
Winter’s blessings are a treasure
~
Spring’s forests fill with wildflowers
A time that brings no wallflowers
Summer’s sunshine is a searcher
Some days bring about a scorcher
Autumn brings about a new lease
For a season shared with a niece
Winter’s clear skies last forever
Reminding us to take shelter
God’s paintbrush portrays the seasons
Showing us He has His reasons
October 7, 2019
LUDix-Rym Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Categories:
scorcher, autumn, creation, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Can you imagine that??
What kind of rat...??
Would steal my tonic....
Maybe they're bionic....
Cause no sane one I know,
Would want to take,
As disgusting a thing,
Unless they felt they were a king,
And needed to so torture,
Some rebellious subject,
And this was their best scorcher...
Categories:
scorcher, adventure, allegory, angst, confusion,
Form:
Burlesque
Humid and hot
Scorching parking lot
Longest day, shortest night
Light and dark fight
Shorts and tank tops
Sandals and flip flops
Cutting grass
Catching bass
Beaches and amusement parks
Hungry sharks
Summer-do’s
Badminton and horseshoes
Green grass
Oaks and Sassafras
Daisies and sunflowers
Sun is up for hours
Bonfires and torches
People on porches
White, red, yellow, gold, orange, and green
What a beautiful scene
Lemon, orange, and rose
Litha strike a pose
Power, creativity, and healing
Sights are appealing
Brightness and inner power
Stop to smell a flower
Litha is a scorcher
Some think it’s torcher
Some think not
Wow, is it hot!
Categories:
scorcher, beautiful, environment, june, nature,
Form:
Rhyme