Best Stickiness Poems
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Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
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It is an unusually cold morning here so
I thought I would repost this and warm
the place up a little. : )
The nurse ordered her to push, push, push
in her best proper voice
and linen balled in red fists knotted
and sweat falls from red face knotted
while Billy, head first, tugged and yanked by nurse's proper hands,
emerges, gently laid upon the blood soaked sand
motionless in the sulfur haze, almost well-behaved
amongst the rifle clatter and bewildered screams -
get down! get down! get down!
while Billy breathes slowly, undisturbed,
his eyes closed with new mom
gently caressing matted, cark curls,
her fingers, no longer knotted, extended,
Billy's tiny hands and infant fingers
grip the plastic ribbing
around the rifle barrel smeared in stickiness that flows out
from below Billy and onto sand, puddling, his lips chapped and parted,
suckling as new mom exhausted weeps
in relief of two arms and two legs and everything okay
as she holds him, hurting for him,
everything that might happen,
everything that will happen,
and she drifts off to slumber,
mother and child peacefully spent
in soft pretty colors
and the soft murmur of the television as the sedan
with government plates at the curb
and a Marine in dress blues (Oh, God) stands plastic in the doorway
and uses his best proper voice (Oh God, not Billy, Oh God)
to regretfully tell her,
and uses surprised hands to catch her when her legs
regretfully cannot hold her
and she sobs on the floor like a mother who outlived her son,
exhausted as the day Billy was born.
Screw this war.
Dawning Desires
Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colors,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls
You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon
Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter like chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us
Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own
Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morn’s perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty
Hands fondle my hair, wavy lengths, grasping
tickling heated embraces, melting into the warmth,
maple syrup cravings, sweetened stickiness in
pleasure flavored temptations
Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings
I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
an ending ovation in hummingbird inspired quivers
And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle,
rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
Good morning Soupers
Retired sweetness paints
a tiled mosaic of
unpredictable patterns.
Black, brown shapes
spatter the
grey concrete of
an underground kingdom.
The fresh ones burn
pink and seafoam
green against
this steely blue
and yellow lined world.
The stickiness clings
onto shining
out of spectrum,
before becoming
another dot
in dark masses.
My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
one who likes honey
sweetness whispered
whiff of wetness
portent of shadows
sleeping
off the cold
tundra
to utter…to utter
insane
barely brave
bravado covers
the lay
of miles and miles
stickiness roars
from his lips
don’t be insane
his name
an apparition
waiting
to wake up
your nightmares
the intent
of silhouette
moving across
your tent’s face
chiaroscuro
drawn onto
your forehead, eyelids,
cheeks, nose, chin
distorting the thrill
you felt at dusk
this polar beast
might employ
your safety net
as a handkerchief
then nibble
a late night snack
(hand over mouth)
“b e a r”
Sultry sodden sky
Stifling stickiness release
Sudden summer storm
The color of the river is navy blue
The rivers current motion is so wavy
The wavy river sinks my feet in deeply
My feet which touch the sand gently
Swimming outwards towards the river is risky
Swimming outwards towards the river I see a fishy
The fishies are swimming around me somewhat crazy
This crazy feeling makes me feel dorky
The sand which rubs against my feet feels quite bubbly
The wetness of the sand is so muddy
The mud which sticks on my feet feels yucky
The yuckiness within my feet feels so mucky
The stickiness within my feet makes me feel icky
I need a lot of water to take the sand off me
When I stare at the river, I see a duck lonely
I think the other duckies see it as an ugly ducky
This ugly ducky is not a rubber ducky
I see the ugly ducky as a cutie
That cutie ducky is so lucky
Thank goodness that lucky ducky has me
All those other duckies are so unlucky
When my mommy saw me holding the ducky
The ducky took off in a hurry
The poor ducky took off feeling kinda panicky
That's the panicky feeling I get when she calls me
My mommy lovely wants me in a jiffy
That's the lovely moment I feel kinda frisky
That frisky moment makes me acutely
I should have let it go,
theunkind words they spoke
the phrases unjustly, hurtfully said
but you know me...
My mind thinks and mulls the words
over and over again.
They churn like whipped shakes and malts
until they begin to overflow.
Before realized, they spill over
onto counter tops and make a mess.
Cleanup doesn't serve me well
as the disliked stickiness is spread
Soon, everyone around sees and knows
that thing they said -
I should have let it go,
Humidity’s validity
Is limited to plants
‘Cause people would avoid it
If they only had the chance.
For mugginess, like bugginess,
Does nothing but annoy.
It’s not the type of weather
That I ever could enjoy.
The ickiness of stickiness
Just brings me to my knees.
I’m sure I’m not the only one
Who’d much prefer to freeze!
The lonely evening falls again
The night is fast becoming my favourite friend
Where the moon it shimmers all over your skin
Let out the bad vibes
Invite the freedom in
Ride we must our dreams through the night
The hazy traffic stickiness fading
Leading traces of forgotten memories
Blank as these sheets of paper the future awaits
The past flutters, torn out notebooks
Ashes in the rain
It was there I saw you
Lying in the dirt
Blackened eyes crying
Little fingers tug my senses open
A drugged-up film
These memories toxic and sweet
Passing through veins and skin
Flesh and bones
Everything will break
Only the strong will survive
You don’t know how parted we are
Uncharted we are
The piano keys sooth the turbulent sea and music melts the burning icebergs
Pride sinking a ship…giving into nature
Hands severed and torn, pressing lightly on the stained ivory
The creatures are mourning for the death of loved ones
While men in white laugh, masked by the ghosts of their own insanity
Stained with foreign blood
People speak out against it while many others follow me to the grave
Like the single stone in the chalk piece scrapes against the black board
We feel the pain with our empathetic minds without having to hear the chalky cries
Subconscious we are transformed…informed
Knowing that once parted, no earthquake can make us whole again
We couldn’t visit her today…he was forced to go
The mercy found in these crevices is buried in the snow
I hate it when I can’t find words to describe the way I feel
I would like to tell him how I feel…but the air
Is too thick here…
And the sea parts us…blue eyes are merely brown…
The grass is greener there
We’re all the same…we fear…we cry
The web still weaves us together but dew tears stick to the strands
And flies that we feed on destroy the unity of the intricate network
Reassuring words mend temporarily…but you leave again
Hairs grow gray and the black stickiness is fresh once more
Light pours in canyons of crayons…the flower is a scam
The smell of childhood lighting up our lives with the little fuel we have
Jealously thrives through…and they won’t stop touching them
Some look into the mirror and cry everyday…
Bruises turn to gold and they sell artifacts already sold
The buzzing vibration of my phone is ignored tonight…
I’m on my last bar…
I’m dying…I really am
Dying to know WHY. Dying to give life
Parting the lands to flood obscurity…
Pangaea, what can make you whole again?
I want to slide into you,
Not between the stickiness of sheets,
But between the spaces of your synapses.
I want to taste your saliva on my lips,
Not from the wetness of your tongue,
But from the passage of your words.
I want to encompass you,
Not between the thickness of my thighs,
But between the limits of my life.
I want to indulge myself in your scent,
Not from the potency of your perfume,
But from the familiarity of your presence.
Fragment by fragment,
I will emerge myself in You,
Until I feel that we are wrapped in the same skin.
Lamentation for what you are losing.
A situation not of your choosing.
Powerless in its execution.
Watching from the shadows as
the scene unfolds before you.
A bag of broken promises
standing in the corner - waiting
for recycling or incineration -
no-one knows, but gone for ever
in the familiar form you knew.
Your heart lies broken in the dustpan.
A few fragments scattered on the floor.
She tries to sweep them up, but carelessly
drops the container in transit and curses
as it leaves a dust trail to the door.
How cold she looks. Her face fixed in
resolution. Determined to get the rooms
of her life scrubbed clean and free from
memories of you. Reminders of you two
as you were, happy once, laughing, loving.
Out to the trash wagon goes your world.
With no knowledge of the significance,
it is tipped in ignorance into the swirling,
churning lumber of the neighbourhood,
and ground to meaningless pulp.
She stops on the way to retrieve a minute
piece of hope deposited on her shoe -
stuck like gum and adhering to the pavement
as she walks. A good tug and it is gone, but
she tuts as it leaves stickiness on her fingers.
Back in the sanitized emptiness
she pauses to view her clean slate.
Still icy in her survey, she doesn't notice broken you,
forgotten in the cupboard - heart ripped out,
memory mutilated, living only in the shadows.
The door creaks and she is alerted,
she quickly runs to close it - crisis averted.
Must get a lock for that door
and throw away the key -
the heart can't grieve if the eye can't see.
His eyes held a dead brilliance
Showing an empathy and compassion
Did his soul embrace any resilience
How she brought infinite passion
Standing over her he felt a vulnerability
Fascination he had in her left him confused
As an inhuman beast he had capability
To leave her alone he would refuse
Her pulsating blood drew his attention
Thoughts of its warm stickiness so red
Gave him an undeniable appreciation
Standing in the shadows as the undead
Disciplined willpower not to have a taste
Though entombed by its very smell
Consequences of these actions, a waste
For she was his never ending hell
Though hell he knew well as a vampire
He could enter her mind, and hypnotize
See he wanted her for his own empire
Wanted her love but that she has to realize
Actions he’d rather not deal with consequences
Now he cursed his profound moral compass
He only hoped she’d come to her senses
Decision and out come she must encompass