Best Silkiness Poems
You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you twine your fingers in my hair
My body will quiver and my voice will sigh
If your heart becomes erratic
When you dream of the smoothness of my skin
And the dimples that exist on my hips and my back
The supple curve that your fingers wish to grasp
Thinking of the nectar that like a drug you crave
And of the way your hands would lay
and the way I might taste
If your heart pounds wildly
When you dream of a kiss
Or the way our bodies might fit
Laying on the silkiness of sheets
Breathing my name like you've never tasted oxygen
when you imagine the heat
I might bring to your skin
And the way you could change
What I feel within
Like I've never before felt sensation
if you heart wont behave
Then you might go crazy
Wanting me like you never knew
the meaning of want before
Convincing yourself your in love
Dreaming of a lust so outrageous
That meer thoughts can make
Your heart pound away
Imagining the way my hips sway
Forgive me my beloved, if I love you too much,
obdurate emotions yearn for your tender touch.
Remembering the time I first heard your voice,
excited senses were intoxicated without a choice.
Vulnerable hearts merged to feel spiritually akin,
enraptured souls danced in delight from within.
Reciting romantic revelations like a mandolin.
Infatuated eyes adore the majesty of your grace,
nothing can compare to the silkiness of your face.
You ignite passions that burn like a flamboyant fire,
only you hold the key to unlock my devotional desire.
Unalterable sensations keep flowing through my veins,
rare, radiant, ravishing rose you soothe all my pains.
Every beat of my heart is a constant echo of your name,
you are my sacred soul mate and amaranthine twin flame.
ever since we connected my words are clearer in definition,
sheltering our unique love is now my sole eternal mission
"Here she rests- my beautiful white rose-
on her white bed of satin- in repose."
_by Poet
I picked a pure white rose from the bouquet
beside her coffin that September morn.
Its velvet petals, soft and smooth, portrayed
the silkiness that her dear face retained
asleep at peace for all eternity.
Its petals, flared in full array, framed by
the vibrant, verdant leaves surrounding them;
all bonded by a straight and sturdy stem
which I held up with numb and trembling hands-
to press against my broken, aching heart.
Oh, dear white rose, your lovely purity-
so mirrored that pure love- Mom shared with me.
BUS STOP
Wondrous images of a thousand faces,
All different colors all different races.
From a 90 year old man to a baby 3 days old. This old man has a look in his eyes much wisdom he must hold.
As I see him looking at the baby he seems to be thinking of the years
when he himself held someone and eased them from their fears.
You can pretty much tell the life of a man the look in his eyes, the texture of his hands.
I asked this man and he told me a story
About all of his riches and all of his glory.
A lot of money was something he said he never had
Money to him was nothing Yet, there was never a richer man.
The riches and glory the man spoke of was a breath taking young woman
With whom he fell in love.
He said her skin was as soft as the silkiness of the rose.
Beautiful blue-green eyes that could capture a rivers flow.
He said that she loved him with all of her heart a love that was strong till death made them part.
That’s when the tears began to roll down upon his cheeks.
A heartbroken man so strong in appearance with a breath he becomes weak.
Anniversaries he told me of he clung to 67.
He said he looked into her eyes and saw the gates of heaven.
I asked him where his family was for he spoke of them with pride.
What God has put together he said, no man will divide.
Then he looked at me and said, it really doesn’t matter.
The crack in his voice I could tell his life had just been shattered.
Now there was something peculiar about this man’s face.
Although he was crying in his tears there was grace.
I asked him for the secret to the love he seemed to have.
He said always keep an open heart and never go to bed mad.
Let it be known to the ones you love tell them every day.
Keep their memory in your heart and never ever stray.
It seemed we talked for hours on end, with a 90 year old man, I just became friends.
He told me true love words cannot express.
For through the actions of the heart is where it’s found best.
Coolness
Sublime coolness
How I missed you
Flowing into the house
Your feathery touch
Brushing my face
Lifting spirits
Coolness
Filling the body’s vacuum
Inhaling and
Exhaling too
Breathing you in
Letting you go
Chest rising and falling
Walking through coolness
Arms cut the air
They displace it
Then place it
In a basket
Like fruit
Stored against winter’s hunger
Licking at air’s coolness
As it flows over and under
Like a kitten’s tongue
Lapping the milk’s sweetness
Or a child’s energetic gorging
Of a cone’s silkiness
Whether vanilla, strawberry or chocolate
Coolness
Not yet coldness
Nature’s balm
Building a nest with the
Thinnest of sticks
Insulating, protecting from
Winter’s frostiness
KDK
100th version
The concert had been perfect ...
Chaka and Al Jarreau on the grass at Foxwoods
A dry and warm July evening
Sleepy full moon peeking up over the horizon
(As if checking to make sure the jealous sun had set)
Then rising ever-so-cautiously
Like a gold doubloon tossed in slow-motion
We drove to Prospect Park and climbed the hill with a blanket
Laying it out when we reached the top
Then sitting down to watch the lights of Boston
There was a tangible magic in the air
One of those nights when something grand speaks to your deepest being
Telling you that for this rare and precious moment
(A moment that could stretch to forever)
All was right in the Universe, and nothing would or could go wrong
Thirty years ago, yet I remember every detail
The way her fingers filled the spaces in mine as we ran up the hill
The scent of her Je Reviens perfume
Mixing with the aroma of newly-mown grass
The exquisite silkiness of her tan Taiwanese skin
Her raven hair hanging around her face like a dark halo
Spicy, luscious chili pepper lips tugging mine
Quiet but intense little sighs of pleasure and encouragement
And her eyes ... oh her eyes, like cool-and-glassy mountain pools at night
The distant lights of the city shimmering softly within
Swimming in the dreamy depths of her gaze
Like the fireflies that swam in the air around us
Telling me all I needed to know, all the things her body spoke to me
The soul-deep-and-sexy things that my body answered ...
Sweet ... vulnerable ... delirious.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Completely Your Choice (33) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Verses Of Metaphors II" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
Silkiness embraced the lovers skin
Displaying a strong affection
With sensuality hint
Kissing with great passion
Communicating
Without a word
Deep feelings
Boiling
Free
This is a classic Acrostic .. but with a twist, each even line has internal rhyme, each
odd line has end rhyme ... plus odd lines are 8 syllables, even 6.
Inside your smile, I rest awhile.
No words; just eyes that speak,
Yearning fingers, touch that lingers
On silkiness of cheek.
Under saffron light; before night
Renders lovers to rest
A kiss we share dispels despair,
Remorse; a leaving guest.
May faith enfold these arms that hold
Safely, your tender trust.
No nightmares come for dreams undone
Once fear has turned to dust.
Perhaps too fast my hand is cast
And passion may just pause,
If this is so then you must know,
No-bodies perfect, all have flaws.
When hesitation calls; builds walls,
In this bond, created.
Listen to me and you will see
Lasting truth is stated
Laying here, you so close, so near
A vow, softly spoken.
Shadows will not fall, end it all,
This love shall never be broken.
“Spoke”
Could wilderness
be paradise?
Silence arrives.
The winds of change
caress the silkiness
of kiss from pain
through the taste of tears, pink,
soft the tongue stretches
feels along what remains vacant
novocaine numb inside,
fire dreams burning fierce,
somehow still remain
salty the wound
stings carry courage forward
rolling on words without wheels
along velvet streets
in the hearts
of two, not spoke
Felt, the love like warm caramel
sticks along rough roads
hard driven
ankles, arms and stories twisted
from deep potholes
and glass shards of others strewn
walked barefoot
from cracked
and broken mirrors
bleeding pearls stolen,
taken
too soon
drawn deep from within
the roots of the heart
of child and mother
skin and teeth
torn and lost
cherry red life's ocean
now in this moment
baptismal
stills the waters
yielding
trust and belief
in oneself
a calling,
victory remains
for girls so brave
unidentified
they are their own phenomena
Ezekiel wheels
golden and turning,
becoming,
heards corralled
their wings
spreading
beating like angels
spoken from cavern
of mouth unclaimed
love hides in the spaces left
for the blessed ones
to remember courage
worn forever in the blue genes
strange heroes evoked;
from purity inside,
the soul is never shunned
to smile through the hurt
to live again, to win
recognized entry
into their own
kingdoms
the child turns
towards her eyes
twin jades seen perpetual
in a mirror unwavering,
known,
no spokes
the mother
believes in her
always
she says
take life, to win
arise
begin again
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
gvlm - llb
"Ascent" / Stellardrone
https://youtu.be/FCw8XHEHSkY
Ooh, how he loved
sliding his hands
over the long silkiness,
the youthful curves
of his new wife,
over the negligee
before it rode up…
anticipation like driving a new car -
not comparable,
I know,
and at odds,
depending on
whether you are for the wife
or the car.
Ooh, how he loved sliding his hands
over the hood,
the caps,
the hips,
the back.
He loved the mirrors -
those on
the side or over the bed.
He handled his new ride with care,
the caress with smiles to impress.
The leather new, the scent
of Mon Paris Eau de Parfum.
He’s not a poet, notices not
the moon, sun or stars,
but he can feel his way
in the dark.
Sixteen Minutes to Ten
At sixteen minutes to ten it ended
snapped like the film in a theater camera
fluttering images slapping the hypnotized
beating against the white light’s call.
An empty coldness crept into the being
slowing the heart, seizing the nerves,
the warmth of the core exhaled
in vain attempt to reboot.
The eyes gazed at the old tower clock
sixteen minutes to ten.
That time would mark the end
of feeling, of laughter, of tears.
He would not see her arrive
inhale the wonder of her presence,
touch the silkiness of her flaxen hair.
He would not hear her shriek
as she saw him, lying on the stretcher
covered by a sheet – lifeless.
They had been lovers, confidantes,
intimately intrigued by one another
inquisitive as to the depth of
their relationships boundaries.
She had dreamed of a future – their future -
together in the coming springtime
walking slowly in the April rains,
hot dogs and cotton candy at the fair
on the Forth of July, pumpkins and
Thanksgiving, snow angels.
hot chocolate kisses.
They were new to this – romance -
moving cautiously through each
nuance of love’s mystery,
each level of connection,
each imagined fulfillment.
At sixteen minutes to ten it ended.
John G. Lawless
I feel disconnected from reality, she's to blame
She enchanted me; I was diagnosed with feelings that will never fade
Love was the prescription that carried a lot of weight
I surprise my peers and myself with my use of words, hold on..........just wait
Apologies for coming too strong, my heart has its own pace
Loving you is a start, so I wish we could simultaneously finish this race
A noble lady that sees humor in my awkward verbal abilities
Pure purification in her selection of words, that's just one of her qualities
Skin my hands should rest on but forced to travel due to silkiness
Lips inviting mine for an intimate conversation, language of smoothness
I feel disconnected from my world into hers
My mind is penetrating the future, already buying into "his and hers"
I am your love transplant should you ever need one
I don't need any other; I have found the "one"
There is a fire within us..
that only needs a touch to bring forth flames
our Passion ignites...
when I hear you whisper my name.
My body shivers
nothing but sweet passion my love
a desire that never seems to grow cold
As I lay my head upon your chest..
and kiss you softly
I breathe in the scent of all of you
it intoxicates me like the finest chocolates...
making me loose control
or maybe it is the way your hands
are softly caressing my back
I'm in heaven this very moment
You gently lift me up and softly kiss my lips
Sending chills all down my spine
Can't wait because of the anticipation...
My body fills with excitement and love for you
Hands roaming each others bodies
Feeling the silkiness of your skin
My heart is pounding from pleasure
As your fingers run over my treasures
OHHHH MY GOD is all I can say
Our souls ignited...
and we both begin to sweat
You lower down and kiss me passionately
and I know I am in Heaven
because you left a scar
that made me see stars
Sea surreal in darkest nets
Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts
still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts
the sea - a catch
The sea a catch, oh my stars
that settle like flickering candles
on tremulous waves
The sway, the dance, oh
the romance of candlelight
aboard the deck of dopamine
I resist the thought
that I’m in-between
cruise ala royal dreams
The drift of ebb and flow
I fly so slow, slipping
undertow, envisioning
serpents and maids
I’m made for the sea
See my tales splash
flibberty-thrashing
about in a net
netting the seashell gold
of surf and turf
sweet sands that tug
my eyes and heart
I blink
back tears
When will we see each other
‘gain, this match
of tenderness and angst
Let the torrents roar
Let the sides capsize
Let me touch your silkiness
your depths
your traps
of playfulness. The reader
must think me silly
as I surrender to the crests
and climb aboard
to see the sea
and sky collide
I’m given over
and under
in thunderous claps
to sated and salted
direct attack
of anything that might arrest
my joy
my exploration
my destination
my ploy
to dream without danger…
The heat of his touch
Penetrates hardships... heartbreaks-
Silkiness of skin.