Best Squirting Poems
The Colours of Happy
I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet
I see the beauty
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag with a can of paint
My art is vibrant
I won't settle for faint
What you see as ugly
it truly aint
I'm not afraid of dingy places
I let colours flow outside the lines
My choices are different kinds
Injecting a symphony between life's spaces
Color removing tear drop traces
Grey shades this paint erases
I see possibilities in others faces
Finger painting
or with a brush
I make the concrete blush
Beauty awakened with my touch
I love the power of yellow
If you are down
or feeling mellow
I just might be the right kinda fellow
My flavors are sweet like jello
Within these hands
I wield a rainbow
My tools, stardust and ultra glow
From my bowl
I pour happy on your soul
Until your own light begins to show
Watch me move quick
when others are slow
Wrapping amazing
with a platinum bow
Let me paint you
a different kinda blue
bright skied Technicolor
the perfect one for you
A bubblegum happy kinda chew
Grab life and dance
do what you want to do
Choices many
don't settle for so few
I can paint you
A penny for your thoughts
help you realize just what you've got
Be the dreamer
it will help a lot
Choose exciting
a life that's red hot
Forget Generic
there is more to be got
Let others choose boring
what I offer
can't be store bought
I'll hand you a brush
we can cover more ground
flower squirting
big footed clowns
Spreading happy around
that joyful sound
Multi colored
me and you
Unconventional freedom bound
our happy can astound!
What was lost
its been refound
Time to open these eyes
happy colors surround
You too can see
just have to look around!
Categories:
squirting, adventure, beautiful, blue, celebration,
Form:
Reminiscing a Future
Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort
Cool button in his ear on my tongue
Sound of silence of parachute’s silk
The nothingness of free fall before landing
Sight of an Octopus squirting ink onto my
Diving mask blinding with glimpses of vision
Touch of cow’s dung heating a humble
Wall sheltering compassionate feelings
Smell of blotting paper on a fountain
Pen’s script reflecting short-lived fragrance
Synaesthesia? Nonsense? Common Sense? Sixth Sense?
Ethereal Incense of mind soul and body transcending?
I taste childhood
I hear freedom
I see no delusions
I touch equality
I smell passion
I sense...Forever
26th July 2018
Categories:
squirting, senses,
Form:
Free verse
"We're going to need a bigger fig leaf."
Proclaimed the teacher to her staring class
As the model removed the last of his attire.
A collective, almost silent gasp
and the clatter of a fallen brush on parquet floor
confirmed this to be true.
Among the downcast eyes of most
was an accusing glance from pink-faced girl
to blushing secret lover.
Others scanned the body top to toe;
some fixed their gaze;
not all upon the model's eyes.
The over-fondling of a brush,
the squeezing squirting of thick paint from tube
A pencil slowly rotated in a mouth;
gestures, lost of innocence,
in steamy, thickening room.
A closeted sigh.
A wistful moan.
The heavy silence broke;
"As you may have guessed," the teacher coughed
"The subject for your sketch today is Adam."
This or That, Vol 11 Poetry Contest Fig Leaf, placed 3rd
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Date wrote: 31st March 2022
Categories:
squirting, art, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Written: October 10, 2023
Night Bewitches Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our souls. Erich Fromm
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In the placidity of the night's embrace,
bewitched the cosmos with an arcane grace.
The moon, a silver orb, may induce its rise.
Oozing its ethereal aurora over the skies
Whispers of worm words waft on wafture wear,
As the stars spangle, their nexus is spare.
The night wiles with its vestigial spell,
Drawing us in, under a talisman dwell.
Penumbras plaster pegs poltergeists of trees,
The twilight augury decry casts souls at ease.
Geezers of nightgown awaken from slumber,
Suing solace in the Cimmerian shade to clamber
The eventide sky overawes with a cosmic array.
Stars bedazzle and coxswain us on our way.
Moonlight sumptuous aura in a gentle glow,
Steer us through the shadow as the nexus flows.
Ebony necromancy decry a glamorous sight.
Drawing us close to the serendipity of the night.
In this cosmic wee hour, dreams bear flight.
Our souls are raised, and our hearts blight.
So let us indulge in this nocturnal delight,
As dusk vamps, squirting a glamor of delight.
Let us wander in the moonlit haze,
As sableness susurrous surreptitious sprays
Wee crepuscule twiddles, a plum night symphony
Where conceit phantasm and verity shed sympathy
Allotting an awareness acumen ariose and aureate
Upon ubiquitous utters uncanny unsophisticate.
Categories:
squirting, analogy, appreciation, dream, night,
Form:
Rhyme
I followed milky and mouldy scents,
down cobbled and narrow paths,
only to see it riddled with rats,
feasting on Feta and Camembert,
whilst the wine sipping Uppers prepared to
clash against the cider swigging downers!
The Fromage Frenzy and Curd Craze deli.
across from the Dizzy Duck and the Boastful Bard taverns
had been ransacked with only cracker crumbs on the floor.
All the cheesemongers were hiding in their basements.
All the landlords locked away in their cellars!
Bar stools dripping with Chardonnay and Merlot,
carpets soaked in 'Scrumpy Jack' and 'Strongbow.'
It was utter chaos as the 'cheese shed' raged on...
The goats and the cows watched,
as the town folk gathered on either side.
Anger in their eyes, yelling insults like;
'Cheap cheddar gobblers' and 'stinky Stilton munchers.'
This was not cultural tensions,
nor issues with tariffs, quotas or labelling practises-
this was a war of the social classes!
They were not fighting with fists or weapons,
oh no, no no..
The Downers started squirting stinky cheese sauce,
drenching the Uppers with its reeking stench.
However, when the Uppers started hurling
Storico and Caciocavallo Podolico,
back at the Downers, they simply,
started consuming it with their cider!
Both fractions kept pelting and sprinkling,
until little Joey from the farm,
reminded them the football had started,
so off they plodded to watch the game,
singing and laughing together,
arm in arm, munching on cheese
they had salvaged from their skirmish.
Categories:
squirting, allusion, conflict, society,
Form:
Free verse
Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Washing away the plastic smiles and squirting flowers,
cherry nose cascading down the drain.
He Tosses the big clown feet to the shoeless urchin on the street
and his silly horn goes to the one everyone ignores,
Sad clown sitting in a downpour.
Now he's heading for the deepest woods
a two-thousand-year-old tree-tomorrow singing in the boughs,
near a virgin pond where he splashes the make-up away
and slaps a genuine smile back into his face.
Turning in for the night-under a roof of starlight
settling the score with his plastic smile life,
He's always been just a plain man, chatting with fireflies.
Categories:
squirting, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
Deep bass breaths blue soothing strong
Play me like Picasso piano all night long
Nibbles at my ear are a peach love song
So dear my heart cheers stringing me along
My knees melt like Swiss cheese
You fill all my gold holes
Fuchsia feelings like destiny
Embraces my heart jumpstart my soul
I am a sandy song
Which you determine kinetic key
Like guitar play teal thong
Make a romantic red melody
Let’s break burgundy rules
Play them like a bugle
Use pink passion as a tool
Use tongue to draw pink doodle
When the fat lady sings
You know that she felt sun
Never mind about denim dreams
She squirts sonnets just for fun
Categories:
squirting, appreciation, color, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton
It's all about this amazing experience
Wouldn't be as enjoyable without it
So forget about all those damn cleaning bills
They're part of the joyous trip
As you chomp away with gay abandon
The messier the better, for sure
Without the mess, you ain't no aficionado
Just someone trying to act mature
Acting prim and proper when eating a taco
Has never been part of the scene
So dig right in, the messier the better
Be a proud taco eating machine
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
squirting, food, humor,
Form:
Quatrain
When in swanky restaurants, 'tis easy to daintily dine on cordon bleu,
But dining on lobster requires deft finesse without humiliating you!
For what its worth, I offer the following that I've learned o'er the years,
To show snobbish waiters you're really not all that wet behind the ears!
First of all, a wizened waiter will provide a bib if he's really on the job.
(Somehow, they perceive right away that you are a rather artless slob!)
When cracking open each morsel, some violent squirting may occur!
Should juice spritz the guy at the next table simply say, "Sorry sir"!
The hapless lobster is dissected in certain order to make the meal complete.
First, remove the claws, crack the shell with a claw cracker and remove the meat.
For this a fork is provided, then discard the shells in a bowl being discreet!
Next, twist the tail from the body and break off the flippers - those you musn't eat!
And now for the piece de resistance, that long anticipated holy grail,
(That you paid fifty-five bucks for!) - that scrumptious lobster's tail!
Insert a lobster fork into the flesh and gently ease it out of the shell.
(Sucking meat from the legs is optional - on that matter I will not dwell!)
A female lobster might contain a bit of roe considered a delicacy by some.
(If that is your fancy, quietly asking about the lobster's sex is the rule of thumb!)
Plunge lobster pieces in butter taking care not to let it run down your arm!
(Leaving a sizeable tip for the disaster you've created wouldn't do any harm!)
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
squirting, food, funny
Form:
Rhyme
Down by the rock pools
My hand gloved in your wrinkles
New discoveries
Starfish, crabs and mermaids purse,
Squirting sea anenomes.
Categories:
squirting, childhood,
Form:
Tanka
I will tell you deep dark secrets
That only men share
In private conversations
Where no flower is allowed
To bloom
A woman can be like a video game
Rejuvenating
Makes us feel like boys again
Yet we sweat and toil
Huff and puff
A man’s work
Dedicated to scoring points
Until we hear her
Piercing
Wailing
Bell
A woman can be like a lawnmower
Fill her up
With the sweetest oil
Grasp that fragrant hair
Tightly in hand
Pull her forward
In a rough yet tender way
Until a lingering kiss
Ignites her motor
Rewards us with
Those powerful
Tremors
And
Vibrations
Lets us know
“Job well done.”
A woman can be like a roller coaster
Ride her up
Then
Ride her down
Wild excitement
And
Abject fear
The perverse delight in
Wondering if we will
Survive
The perilous journey
Or be
Thrown
From the track
Destroyed
And my woman
My love
Who
Washes me in her
Most private
Perfume sins
Who
Whispers obscene
Confessions
In harsh gasps
Hot breath bullets
That shatter my brain
Who
Is a living contradiction
Both
Tyrant
and
Socialist
Bringing obedient
Albeit
Willing
Slaves
To share our love
Primal desires unleashed
In communal ways
That would have made
Karl Marx
Renounce his creed
My woman can be like a fountain
A watery refuge from
The steamy oppressive night
Hit the right switch
And she’s a squirting delight
Close your eyes
Listen
And you can almost hear
Dancing music
Synchronized to
The contractions and expansions
Of her gushing love
Resuscitates your
Weary body
Heals your tormented soul
Bathes you in the
Spring
Of
All that is good
All that has any meaning
In this
Life
Categories:
squirting, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,
Form:
Free verse
we thrash about
in a pool of our bones
squirting ink into the eyes
of a million long dead ghosts
beneath the blackness of our ink
we snip off the arms of our sanity
one by one by one.... we slowly sink
into echoes of our snapping beak
Categories:
squirting, usa,
Form:
Rhyme
It is in ponds, streams and rivers,
And also in lakes and oceans.
Sometimes it stands still,
But mostly it's in motion.
From the air, it will say hello,
From a dreary sky,
Showering you with love.
No longer you'll be dry!
Nothing is more refreshing
Than a glass of this wonderful water;
Even without sugar, lemon, ice and bubbles,
For which you'd have to order.
Waterslides and kayaking,
With water rolling over rocks,
Sometimes it's safe to engage,
Other times it's with feisty crocs!
The waves stir up emotion.
They impress us with their power.
Mighty, majestic and strong,
Their crash causes a foamy shower.
Water is also relaxing.
Think of that warm soak in the bath...
Water is used in playtime, for fun,
Squirting water at your friends - then you laugh!
Water is a force to be reckoned with -
Poetry in motion, as it were!
Its exotic reflection of the sky above,
One cannot help but stare!
Water can transform
Into a solid or a gas...
Let's top up our water vessels.
To water raise a glass!
Saturday, October 2, 2021
Categories:
squirting, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
apples grapes peaches on tray
silky rinds explode
flesh blended with milky cream
nectar squirting juice,
add cherry toppings
toothy- fruit
binge!
Make Me Drool With Epulaeryu
Categories:
squirting, food, holiday,
Form:
Epulaeryu
Sweet dreams producing Ice Cream underneath satisfying sheets, seeing you through the eye's of my mind I can pull you inside me. This Love Matrix, flexible Love Jones, happy faces and vertical joy rides, oh me... oh my! You feel so good inside my mind. Hands clinched, sweat pouring, uncontrollable multiples, walls squeezing you like a hug, voices ( RINGING OUT LIKE THUNDER!!!). Beautiful death take me now so I may awaken to the rising of the sun slightly! Purples Skies... Candles still glowing on our brown skin, I can't tell where yours begin and I can't tell where mines end. New day trickery and he's asleep! My mouthy retreat to be an alarm clock, wetter then Lake Michigan. Every lick skillfully teasing, now latched on, time for the pleasing.
Look at me as I feed! power in my skills, stiffness in his magic stick, I'm going deeper aiming for thirst quenching elixir. Wait... hold your escape, new route I want to taste. Straddling your anaconda instantly my levy breaks, sweet milk all over the place! You say in dominance who said that you could release now my demand is for you to clean this up, and in submission I am eager to love his lust, as he watches me I am eager to make him BUST! Quickly turning me out, under AND over, but I like it from behind where the claps from the slaps lie, blowing my mind. I feel like an ovation, clap clap clap, erotic potion stirring, work that that that! Explosive Like TNT... Squirting hot like lava making you put a hurting on me!
Long back strokes like an Olympic swimmer wanting a gold medal and retire! Unbelievable enough I take you higher wanting every drip drop til it's gone. Yet the sensitivity in you got me feeling like the head beauty in the beast that I am! Inside me... these dreams got me feeling like a freak, must change the sheets.... now back to reality shaken from a dream!
Categories:
squirting, fantasy, me, sweet, love,
Form:
Free verse