Best Slide Down Poems
It was magic beans you placed in my hand as we held
Ones you nurtured, embedded deep within your love
I know because it tormented me with euphoria planted
Stalked me earnestly with your charming advances
You know I climbed walls 'til next you stood at my side
When you occupied me and I began to grow, the eclipse
Was gigantic, extraordinary, a wanting wildness sublime
You were my mystical hen, the one who laid Golden Eggs
You made our home a majestic castle suited for royalty
It was magic beans you infused in my hand as we held
Made me spin searching for a long pole to slide down
Escape with you my loving wife from the Giant Ogre
Inside me, I who feared commitment, a long time alone
But now you are the only enchantress I need or crave
And when it is my turn to die, take with me to the grave
The feel of you deeply rooted beyond my meager frame
From the soil above my coffin will grow beyond the sky
The largest plant with leaves shaped in awe of our lives
Steps beyond the clouds you'll find me playing my harp
An angelic music and song that will herald our union
Speak of our story in fable for children's open ears
Adapted to capture their imaginations, inspire them
Lift a glass in cheer to magic beans entrenched in you
01~12~2015
Maurice Yvonne
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Magic Beans
You don't have to kneel to pray,
Lye,sit or stand,just do it every day,
The presence of the Almighty is real,
Alleluia,alleluia,chant it until you feel,
When you feel Him,don't be afraid,
Don't be frighten,He came to make you brave,
The road of life,from birth to the grave,
Do you hear Him telling you,be no longer a slave,
Led by your environment,family,friends,plans and greed,
Take a spiritual stand,time for you to lead,
The road of life is slippery,don't slide down the drain,
Travel it wisely,what is gain without the pain,
The high-way is smooth but you have to pay the toll,
Take the by-pass,it might save your soul,
Don't be lead by evil,conquer evil with good,
Now hold the Almighty hands,live the life you should,,,,,
Many months we have waited
Our time has finally come
No more do we hide our feelings
This evening is when they succumb
As I await overlooking the bay
We are graced by a moonlit night
The ambiance abounds
As I turn my eyes in delight
She stands there in front of me
Captured by the beam of the moon
Her jewellery glistens brightly
I desire to hold her soon
Slowly in seductive dance
Dressed in silky black
Blending with her ebony locks
Ones beauty shows no lack
I'm lured by her hazel eyes
Magnetic craving stare
Gently she reveals her shoulder
Peachy womanly bare
Gravity swings a silver tassel
Gracefully caressing her left breast
Her torso beckons my eyes now
I'm manly full of zest
Heavenly charms now face me
As she holds out her hand
And places it against her bosom
Our eyes in understand
Her tongue tastes the air
Asping scarlet lips
My hands slide down her body
Grasping shapely hips
I pull her gently into me
We touch, we kiss, we sigh
In the light of the moon
Down on our bed we lie
Our hands in deliberate wander
Caressing, touching delight
Undulating as we join
A loving moment so right
Into our tomorrows we love
Blending our humanly shapes
Exchanging sensuous dominance
Sharing each other we drape
We awake in the morning
Graced by a different light
Celestial angels shine down on us
A loving night our delight
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-14.php
Collaboration Contest
WHY?
I want to dance on the moon,
Eat fresh honey with a spoon,
Play a lively tune,
And float across the sky in a multi-colored balloon.
I want to eat cake and ice-cream,
Paint a snow-capped mountain scene,
Slide down a sunbeam,
And kiss you in a dream.
I want to let my imagination fly
Up into a starlit sky
Way up high.
Why?
Because then I won’t cry.
Collaboration by: Carole Duet and Daniel Turner
Copyright: 8/9/2017
“All Rights Reserved”
Tiny heart soars high in the sky
It raises above, ripping the dark clouds
And talks for hours __ to the Mage of Night
At times, it dives down deep into the blue water
And swims on the back of a butterfly fish
Sometimes rests in a fluffy coral reef__
It walks like a king
In the vast empire of my Mind
Surely, it is the sun of this perfect floral garden
Every now and then, it gets wet
By the glum autumn rains
When it walks on the barren lands
But, it gets up, open its wings
Flies again above the winds
Or slide down with a crunchy crimson leave
To sleep on a noisy pile of sacked leaves
Little Heart's harp is strange
Little heart wants everything
Though, it is enslaved
Inside a in ribs-cage
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Note: Mage of night means Moon (the magician)
(2nd March,2021) (For Heart Harps poetry contest)
A magic forest
Where chipmunks slide down moon beams
And squeal with delight
Oh listen! You'll hear
robins splash their tiny feet
in pools of dewdrops
Like laughing children
Crickets are playing their harps
And dancing with joy
Sweet songs at bedtime
Moss covered carpets, soften
the music for sleep
Hushed now, cadence of
summer evening melody
bewitching the dark
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For Tirzah's "Fantasy" contest
'Twas the night before Christmas and it started to snow
Santa Claus was getting ready to go, ho ho ho
To keep himself warm he drank Scotch whiskey from a keg
Then walked to get Rudolph, slipped on ice and broke a leg.
The elves rushed over and put Santa on a stretcher
He told the head elf, Mrs Claus you'd better fetch her
She came out of the house with a big smirk on her face
Santa said" the jokes on you, you'll have to take my place".
She started to protest saying " I don’t know the way"
Santa said "Rudolph does, you just sit back in the sleigh
When you get to the rooftops just slide down the chimney
Drop off the kids presents and put them under the tree".
Things went so well and all the presents got delivered
But temperatures were dropping and Mrs Claus shivered
She made it back to Lapland quite late on Christmas day
Santa was there to greet her and he had this to say.
"All the children of the world today are full of glee
Woke up this morning to find presents under their tree
If it was not for you children would have been so sad
That you stood in for me makes me feel proud and glad".
"A big roaring log fire I've prepared just for you"
Told the elves' to get her in cos she was turning blue
Said "first take her to the kitchen it's nice and warm there
She can start cooking dinner and other Christmas fayre".
Written 22nd November 2019
For The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest.
Sponsored By Joseph May.
Be your own fearless poet!!
Slide down the cool,rushing
waterfall of your own words.
Turn off all the comments!!
Be the sole keeper and master
of your beautiful works.
You, and only you know the deep,
velvety softness of your poem's
meaning.
If you truly, truly know this,
getting no comments is not a
thing to set you reeling.
The warmth and love of God's
support is always there first.
It quells your divine thirst!
Surcease from looking to run llike
a madman, always to be the best.
You are already a top winner in
His poetry contest.
In fact, to God, you are,and always
will be, His most unique, P.O.T.D!
He loves you,yes you,unconditionally!
Panagiota Romios
August 31, 2019
“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya
She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.
Spring is in the air with robins mating, daffodils
in potent bloom and the sudden goosebump’ chills.
Sarah shuts her bedroom door, pounces on bed,
allows steam to open the envelope, read what’s said.
“Dear Sarah, soon I go into the fight, I will write more
later, after the attack. Kiss kiss, x x, hug hug score.”
Later he continues with blood, sweat and tears.
Incoherently, blots - black and blue, slide down. Fears
march up and down her spine. Vietnam’s magic trick
was to steal her joy and love. America’s turning quick -
long ere, a neighbor, fathomed regress from her guy,
which would rip the torrential tearful cloud of her eye.
I still remember
slide down a polished railings
Autumn holidays
Sleeping until noon
Dance happily in the wind
No homework this week
07.10.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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The cost of freedom has increased, the price went up.
It takes alot to be free, but the price is love.
And the PRIZE is love.
Not saying you have to sing; kumbaya around a fiery ring,
but voices and rainbow hands will raise high to the night sky
as we shake off shackles and chains
and they slide down
and wrap around
the original drum,
which beats and sings out song that'll never fall from the tongue.
It clicks shut, complete with lock and key.
And we are poor slaves joining hands with empty pockets
and shackled hearts.
The cost of freedom has increased,
which is why when we form our ring,
there's a low drum beating in the dark.
The snow so deep… That it was over our heads… Was a melting by the hour!
Give it a day, or two at most… and with this heat… it would all be gone, forever!
But in the meantime, we were sadly stuck, in mud, deep, within our own backyard!
The water couldn't run off fast enough; our backyard had become a swamp, marred!
Just then, low and behold my old Volkswagen bubbled up, thru the mud it came!
You know, the one, surely you do! Last year it had floated down the storm drain!
Now, low and behold something got out! OH WHAT I’ll never, ever, really know!
Said he was the REAL Swamp Thing, and tired of spring-cleaning his house, so…
He chained the car to a tree, as he hopped out. Said his name was “Gone Fishing”.
Said his Mama read it on a sign, and used it to name her sweet, baby, Swamp Thing!
But then, he saw our back yard, he shouted in delight and decided to visit for a spell!
After all, it’s turned into a real swamp! And he’s the real Swamp Thing! So, Do Tell!
Dragon, the penguins, and all else, followed him straight, to the swamp so profound..
The penguins slid down the muddy slope, and followed the Swamp Thing all around.
But when Dragon tried, his weight got him stuck! We had to wench him, to the shore.
Mud became the name of the day, with mud and snowball fights going on, in galore!
Everyone was in seventh heaven, ‘Gone Fishing’ the same, as they slide, all about!
Fun ensued! For how often can he vacation about? Only once a year! No doubt!
After 2 days of fun, the snow was almost gone, so we cleaned them, as they played.
Yes, the fire hydrant was turned on! Dragon threw his Penguins, happily, into the spray!
That shot them almost to the moon above! The closest to flying they would ever be!
They soared then slide down the street. Even Dragon did play this time! How sweet!
But ‘Gone Fishing’ knew his vacation was up. So he waved a hearty good bye…
As he jumped into the Volkswagen again, and let it fly, and man, could that baby, fly!
It flew down the street, and back down the drain! Before our very own eyes!
That was the last time we saw the Swamp Thing, as we waved, a sad goodbye!
But next time it snows to mile high deep… as it melts, we’ll be looking for our friend.
Here lies our story of ‘Gone Fishing”. It’s real! Honest! To you, I’d never lie! I defend!
And I expect, where ever he really is now… He’s ‘Gone Fishing’…THE END
What is it about me that gives you the impression that I am just your average
sleazy, easy, breezy, from the hood who can't possibly get ahead in life unless
you are by my side.???
Is there a note written across my forehead that reads:
"Warning,
do not respect
always neglect and,
never expect any goodness from this creature unless
legs are open and ready for business?
Does my azz have a "grab me" sign stuck to it
or is that what you would allow a strange man to do
to your daughter
to squeeze your mothers breast or are
the words "touch me" tattooed
across my chest?
Do my eyes unconsciously tell you to come over and try to slowly
slide down my panties
with your,
ridiculous lies
heard too many times
from too many guys
who've more than once tried
to get in between
or better yet inside
my thighs.?
Don't get me wrong, I'm being so sincere
I just wanna make it clear that
there is something that you hear
if my body tells you action like the movie genre
or do I look different in every scene like a world
premiere.?
Is bich my name in another language or,
do you see hoe somewhere on my birth certificate?
Am I not worth more than a single letter?...Ay!
or did I somehow give birth to you? Ay Ma!
Do my features confuse you or would you really prefer
a man...."Man".
How can my body speak a language that I have yet to hear?
Well before you get the wrong idea, let me make this clear.
When my azz say "grab me", that really just a lie
If my eyes say "come here" they really mean goodbye
Don't guess my name just ask and I'll let you know
and whatever my forehead region reads is just a bad typo.
It should go something like.... Always respect, never neglect, and only expect
greatness from this Queen no matter what her pulchritude screams.
The media degrades her as society points its finger and laughes
all the while she's searching for your support
the support
of her father
brother,
her son,
lover.
Why? Because she is yours....
Your mother,
Your Daughter,
Your sister, and
Your Lover.
So...why not?
Love her,
Honor her,
See her for who she really is and
not for what her body says.
Lies hurt the love and especially all the trust people put in you.
Everyday You wake up saying to yourself, It's ok to lie.
No one's going to find out or bring it out in the open.
I can hold on to a heart full of love and trust for another day.
Knowing it would cause pain and the all the love and trust they
have would disapear instantly.
So why keep lying and filling her head and heart full of dreams
that You know will never come true. Only leaving her with nothing
Just the lies You told.
In the end is it really worth trying to hold on to her love. Being bound by
the lies you told. Now leaving her to deal with a broken heart. And
watching her world crumble into pieces. As the tears of pain slide down
her face.
As you walk away. While saying nothing but I'm sorry. I never meant to
hurt you. Over and Over again. Trying to figure out how to make a peaceful
exit out of her life.
Your left thinking was it worth losing an angel's heart by lying. Now she's gone.
Nighttime glows filling up the sky
A crescent moon shining bright
A thousand stars streaming high
Thoughts of you are in my sight
shimmering locks stream in the breeze
soft red shine upon your cheeks
glossy lips inviting me in
soft sweet voice whence you speak
I gaze and wonder if you see
sand brown hair and eyes of blue
dark black brow and wonton stare
yearning for just one more day with you
We'd soar through the night on golden wings
Dance real close as angels sing
chase the stars forget our dreams
Climb over the moon and slide down her beams
laugh and giggle, make time stand still
We wouldn't hold back we'd have such a thrill
Just you and I, we'd be lost in space
If only I had one more look at that face