Best Sexier Poems
The perky saleslady looked at my aging bicycle
and asked if I would consider a newer model
something lighter
something sexier.
I told her, "My bike and I have a delicious history -
our past and future have merged into a single trajectory,
we're in this together for the long ride.
"I don't think of her as old, she is 'vintage'
we've been through many miles together -
seen breathtaking vistas.
"She knows what direction I want to go even before I do.
We have scars from the journey but each scar has a story
and every story brings a smile.
"Yes, we're slowing down and every ride feels uphill,
but for better or worse, she's never given up on me -
I owe her the same courtesy."
The saleslady chuckled nervously and said,
"Do you know you sound like you're talking about your wife?"
I got on my bike and said,
"I do".
Written 1 Nov 2020
There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. Inarguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she eos rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
Now he wants her back...
The same cad who called her
"Unattractive" and "overweight"
a moon or two ago,
and demanded
she shed a dozen or more pounds,
or else.
Before she could
do away with just one,
he coldly discarded her
like trash for a sexier lady.
Now he wants her back...
An ugly duckling then,
she has beautifully blossomed into
a sultry, glamorous woman now.
Guess who's back?
Yes, the same cad,
bothering her for the second chance
he never gave her;
the lady he left her for
has since moved on
to a better man.
Now he wants her back...
Ha! Too little, too late.
husband
didn’t pay attention when she started to change her look,
after all, she’d been saying how she wanted to for a while &
it seemed to make sense,
what with her going back to the gym full time,
after a period of time away
when they first had been married---
husband just went about his days
working more hours than he knew what to do with,
business was good &
with all the business around him seeming to fail,
he’d been putting away for the life he imagined in the future,
with or without
her---
but her time spent at the gym seemed to increase &
thought her body began to get trimmer, sexier, tighter, stronger &
she seemed to walk around the house with a new zest for life
(when he was there to see her),
he still didn’t notice that
the personal trainer had moved in---
she had said something to him,
but he was listening less & less
as he had more & more to worry about at work,
for it was all part of building his empire.
the personal trainer was a less successful man
by the standard that money can by,
but he listened to her
as he traced her curves with his fingers in the gym
with palms of his hand smoothly gliding over her muscles
making her body quiver &
it wasn’t long before in the car outside the gym
they consummated the professional relationship
again &
again &
again &
again.
as she began to show less interest in sex with her husband,
he wrote it off as a side-effect of marriage &
found himself a main squeeze on the side,
a 20 something who needed money to get her through college
with a perkiness that made him feel young again &
a body that wouldn’t quit---
as he grew more distant from the wife,
she grew closer to the personal trainer,
until the day when she brought him home to the house,
when she swore the husband would be gone.
husband found out the way a husband will
when husband had been no longer interested
until another shows his face, as it is only jealousy then
which kicks in, making husband suddenly care---
but personal trainer put husband on the ground
when husband came into his own bedroom
to find personal trainer banging away his bride
who now had no interest in husband---
husband sued the personal trainer for assault &
bride to be divorced husband, taking half of everything he had,
breaking his empire down to nothing
as he had been stupid enough to not require a prenup
at the beginning of it all.
Prostate cancer isn't funny...
It’s just a blood test, no-one sticks
Their finger up your bum
You may not care about yourself
But what about your Mum
Your kids, your girlfriend, mates
Your mistress, and your wife?
Man up, and get it tested
Save a life
It’s just a blood test, just a little prick
You won’t be a hot lover when you’re sick
So shut your eyes, and hold your manly breath
For life and health are sexier than death
© Gail Foster 13th September 2016
Hardly would she smile
like a rose bud on the twig
reserved, shy, stealing looks
I could readily figure out
that she was a virgin ,.
Then suddenly there came a change
the rose bud bloomed
with all it's glory
spreading its redolence all around
its verdant hue transformed into the pinkish red
of a freshly kissed cheek
or the rosy sweet lips
of a beauty
It was then I came to know
she was no more a bud
but a happy smiling girl
neither coy nor shy
bold, confident and sexier
like a Rose Bud crossed.
The virtuous white ewe of the black ram
Shifting her loyalty like her mother
As she wanted to live as she loved him
Oh, Alas! She has secretly married the moor.
Tricked by Emilia and pitched sexier
Both the women differently portrayed
Contrast between the two is key factor
The three women are used, abused and misused.
Emilia quite ahead of her time
Through her the bard comments on relation
Between husband and wife of a lifetime
Women as submissive in tradition
She goes on to suggest wrongs of women
Are the result of mistreat by husband
The ills of husband instruct the women
The three women are used, abused and misused.
Bianca is in great contrast in theme
Presenting the lowest call of woman
Something that is most apparent in crime
The way in which she is treated by men
Iago plays on great contrast between
Casio’s good treatment of both instead
The three women are used, abused and misused.
Women in Othello used in number
Of ways with class of the women differed
The way men act towards strangely rather
The three women are used, abused and misused.
* Rhyme scheme - 'ababbcbC ababbcbC ababbcbC bcbC',
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I have revised the refrain "C" as this one is an old poem
Dr.Ram Mehta
5Th Place win in
Contest: Gothic or Romantic by Giorgio venetto
The countdown on the calendar began the moment he proposed,
The wedding planning began the minute I met him,
I desperately wanted this milestone to be remembered even after we are decomposed.
I cannot count all the catalogues I made him skim.
Everything had to be absolutely perfect to ensure a magical night.
The mesmerizing dazzling decorations stole the show,
all the necessities were coming along just right.
The delectable vanilla cake we chose was as light as fresh snow.
I gracefully plopped into the limo on that gorgeous summer day,
slam went the door along with my dignity and sanity.
I looked down at my dress in complete horror and brutal dismay,
my wedding was ruined and the words that came out of my mouth were a shameful profanity.
I yelled and desperately pleaded for the limo driver to stop,
I burst into tears creating tracks of mascara down my flushed face.
The limo driver did not bat an eye because he was too busy listening to his stereo of pop.
Overwhelmed with disappointment and worries my heart began to race.
Determined to regain control of the dreadful situation I began to tug,
I yanked the delicate fabric as hard as I possibly could.
This ghastly dilemma was almost impossible to just sweep under a rug
but I decided to fix my makeup and enjoy the night like I should.
I pulled out my pocket mirror and mascara and got to work,
I decided the best thing to do was put on a smile.
I guess the dress is sexier shorter I thought with a smirk,
I felt more beautiful than ever as I walked down the aisle.
July 13, 2018
A funny thing happened on the way to... Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert Haigh
7th Place
When you look at me
my heart trembles,
It pours from above
like the high
waters.
Your voice is so
cool, it replenishes
me,
Nothing's sexier
than the sound of
thee.
Your touch is like a
flowing liquid;
Smooth, soothing,
and relaxing;
Your kiss is like a
water in the desert,
I'm craving for it
cause it satisfies
my thirst.
Yet you're the water
from the mountain,
You're high; I
cannot reach you.
My only happiness is
when you descend,
So I can wet myself
with your love that
has no end.
Oh baby your love's
like the waterfall,
I love the way you
bathe it on me
though it hurts.
Eyes they sparkled infused with life
Your very soul my guiding light
Impish smile that sealed the deal
My heart restored by words surreal
Loving heart so warm and true
You shelter my hurts that's what you do
That smile that makes my body ache
Laughter between us burns it radiates
George and Gracie their love we exude
Honey you're nuts I love you it's true
Loving support selfless so you
My rock so strong that's what you do
Charming as Bond but sexier than AL
I can tell you Honey you're hot as hell
Your moves they lift my spirit high
Your song you sing is my favourite lullaby
Your home you lovingly so graciously share
I feel so protected safe in your care
I Love You!
Your my guardian angel
My best friend
My treasure
My true find
Honey I thank you!
God Bless you,
sweet kisses
I sign
xoxo
"Dear Jess, when I first met you,
We were halfway through Year Nine,
You had enormous hair and pigtails
And a grin as big as mine,
We were friends from that day onwards,
And had so many good times
That some I can't recall
Or fit them all into a rhyme,
We played pranks on all the teachers;
Crofty trembled at our names,
We tormented Mr Hill
And let Nathan take the blame,
We've made so many crap cakes
And nachos with too much cheese,
Inedible and incredible,
Such is our expertise,
We went skateboarding at night,
Though we never knew quite how,
But we had a great time failing
And we still can't do it now,
Have an awesome 18th birthday,
With too much food and legal drink,
Now's the time you should become mature,
Or so some people will foolishly think!
I know you'll stay this cool forever,
And be a success in many ways,
So have a year sexier than Dougie,
And be happy for all your days!"
And you'll notice in this poem that trying
To be cool, all my effort I've hid,
It's only some rhyme for a friend after all...
...Ah, who am I trying to kid?
There is freedom in her beauty. A confidence that comforts me deep in my soul. I am in awe. Purely. She may as well be flying, I cannot take my eyes from her wings that spread wide as the sky. Her song is deep and disciplined; at her command. The places in my gut that ache she shares and makes words where there were none. It's as if we've known each other before. Pieces of our souls belong to one another. So extraordinary but reachable through the humanity in her eyes. A sadness a deepness that resonates with me. It is within me. Sadness within the womb of woman, scars on the heart always leave behind more than ruined tissue. She gets that. She gets me. A superstar, the world cannot take their eyes off her. She is a flame, the view of the ground from the roof. In-arguably gorgeous, striking whether in her bare feet or the latest fashion. Her sexy is audacious, admirably we watch, when it's over we are inspired to be sexier. With a flip of big hair she becomes demure without parting with her sexiness. She is what woman is. So feminine while so in charge. The stage rumbles underneath her feet. She smiles into the crowd. A smile that the millions of dollars of lights behind her cannot compete with.
A smile that speaks
Saying... there is no place she would rather be.
Her love of melody of sing of the release that comes with belting out your feelings becomes my love. We are strangers but in a heavenly moment we become one.
Sisters of the soul. Girlfriends. Her greatest gift to me is her strength.
If I were a guy
I’d actually enjoy wearing a suit and tie,
I wouldn’t feel uneasy about walking down a late night city street
And high heels would become obsolete,
I’d sleep an extra hour every day, never worrying about running late
For id have no more makeup and hair to prepare when I had to wake
I’d be pleasant four weeks out of the month instead of just two
With No more cramps and mood swings to attend too
Id saves money on tampons, Midol and all the many types of underwear
It would be lovely to take off my shirt on a beach and have no one care
I’d adore my mate, basically worship her, while being extremely nice
For I no longer would have to worry about births physical price
If I gained a few pounds I sure wouldn’t mind
Plenty of overweight men have women who are mighty fine
Statistically speaking I’d have a better chance at making more money
Even if I was an egotistically dummy
I would get to stand up when I pee
This would come in handy constantly!
No more worrying about a lack of tissues or dirty toilet seats,
I’d give my Sergeant a little shake with no concerns about a leak
Let’s not forget all the hours spent on shaving
That would be another time consuming cost in which id be saving
My friends would not complain wine and gossip constantly
If a fight broke out id forgive them and we would all just let it be
Going camping and fishing would be easier for grooming would be so simple
I wouldn’t freak out if I had a sudden pimple
Plastic surgery would not be a thought that ever ran through my mind
For the older a man gets the sexier and more refined
Wrinkles and gray hair makes him look sophisticated
Women see these features and become completely jaded
I'd rarely have to be bothered with perverts at any store,
The simplicity of my beautiful life I would be thankful for.
P.S However, I Love being a woman...
come, speak to my heart
say: "we will not depArt"
you are only mine
and i am ONLY yours
perceive any other woman
they maybe prettier
yes, they maybe richer
even exudes sexier
the hell, i mind
as i know im not behind
as in to your eyes
as cold as eyes, unto heights
i am the only one
as i'm no other woman
possessing, keeping you
denying you all from blues
Chocolate candy and popcorn. Propping up my feet. Waiting for the show to come
on.
The Mr. Pibb is sitting securely on my right and ready to drink. Oh, what a treat!
My head is tilted back and relaxed, with my legs crossed. Hugh Jackman is sexier
than the models of Elle.
My imagination runs wild, picturing him dancing in the barest of essentials,
performing like the speed of a flick of a ring toss.
The screen is huge and plenty of company is here. No one's alone.
Thank god everyone was respectful enough to turn off their cell phones.
A raffle was drawn. My ticket was put in. Not too many good prizes were offered.
Glad I didn't win. The entertainment was terriffic. The event was social.
One situation was irritating when an announcement of another winner was
announced in the middle of an interesting commercial.
The popcorn was very expensive. The Mr. Pibb tasted a whole lot better than the
hot tea.
However, my candy bars were absolutely nasty. The dry scalp and hair needs a
washin.
No fleas or roaches are around. No moms are flinchin. My shoes are black and sharp,
resembling Stacy Adams.
Not Dockers. I must say that I was impressed by attending the watch party. We all
enjoyed the Oscars.