Best Succulence Poems
Love is a swooshing whirlpool,
swirling, twirling and whirling -
intensifying porcelain emotions.
Floating helplessly,
like bubbles in a tepid breeze.
There are still flashbacks
an unforgettable memory,
where poets, painters and musicians,
rushed to liberate their excited muses.
Her
diamond droplet eyes dazzled,
embellishing her emerald dress.
A vision of clarity, curing sadness.
A solution to end solitude.
An unsung song, an unheard poem,
an unfinished masterpiece.
Who's pastels and lyrics were
hidden deep within my heart.
Ivory piano keys,
craving hands sought to touch.
Poised like a pristine soulful harp -
waiting to be stroked by
composed, elegant enchanted fingertips.
A persona delicately designed
in an angelic silhouette.
Radiant innocence, illuminating through
eyes manifesting heavenly hues.
Many infatuated suitors,
hungered to taste the last sip
from her untouched chalice.
Their tongues remained blowing embers.
In the backdrop of cupidity,
metaphorical arrow magnetised her bow.
Succulence of her lips, now forever moisten,
tenderness of her chest, endlessly soothes.
The Silent One
19 August 2020
Categories:
succulence, beauty, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Her lust for you is fierce.
She spreads it out before you
as if it were a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
of caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - inciting appetite.
Her tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
Entreating you to take your fill, she whispers in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
As you imbibe her and consume her,
your feeding frenzy peaks
when she offers from her fingers- sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie upon your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
she slides her body carefully off yours,
slips back into her gossamer gown,
hastens on tiptoes to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
steps into the blackness of the night.
You'll waken and want to feast again
but find that she has parted.
(to banquets such as hers,
one rarely is invited more than once).
And so you'll live and love,
knowing that you can never resume -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess
who takes from men again. . . and again
But the nourishment that she requires
must always be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains her.
A Revised Oldie for the Heart of Seduction Poetry Contest of Justin Bordner
Categories:
succulence, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
I formed the poet to be my clay pen
To dance on the pin tip of my understanding
I delight in words
All things came into existance through my words
The planets
The stars
The moon
The sun
The universes beyond what you can see
They are tethered by my imagination
I am a God of order
I delight in repetition
My ways are perfect
What you see a chaos, fits perfectly into my plans
I occupy all the spaces
I exist within each breath
My energy flows from beginning to end and back again
I allow you to glimpse my shadow
For my full Glory would consume your human form
I am beyond your comprehension
Yet I wish you to know me
Ponder me
Come into my loving arms
My words are written on ancient scrolls
Each verse contains my essence
My invitation to a wondorous feast
Taste the succulence of my bounty
The flavours my affection
My consummate Love
Do not be concerned with the temporary
Trust in my grace
For I know all your needs
This world will one day disappear
Paradise will reside under your feet
I will be your completion
Dancing will have new meaning
Rivers will sparkle like diamonds
The skies will no longer need the sun
For I will be your light
We will walk through a new Jerusalem
Streets of gold
Buildings encrusted in precious gems
Trees will be laden with fruit
No hunger
No tears
My children will know freedom
Strength will course through veins
Angels will walk in their midsts
Age will no longer be their enemy
Death will be a forgotten memory
For I am God
My words
My poetry
They can be your reality
Make use of your free will
I am bound by my own promises
You must choose my path
Be a vessel of my Love
You my clay pen
Can flow
With golden ink
For this contest I am asked to write from the perspective of God.
It is an insurmountable task for one as limited as myself. I humbly
submit this attempt and pray that it honors my heavenly Father.
Categories:
succulence, faith, god, perspective, universe,
Form:
Free verse
"Destined to Love"
twilight Moon cascades, haunting tapestry
as hearts incline to secrets of mellow night
clandestine caresses embrace 'neath canopy
lovers silhouette engage in sweet romantic flight
ascending to voluminous height.
in ebony atmosphere, flirtatious fondling ignites fire
as breathless succulence invades flesh and bone
with adventurous satisfaction, love pursues deepest desire
while sequined stars illuminate soft tone
captivating aura of mysterious moan.
forbidden fruit lies tenderly amidst dew-kissed heather
hypnotic force of true love refused to be denied
petite vision in chantilly lace and supple leather
emotions escalate vast inner feelings to subside
love conquers life, happiness cried.
a lovers touch creates palatial garden of delight
a beautiful expression accentuating rare romance
inhaling fragile fragrance although their precious plight
encircles pair in eternal dance
succumbing to the power of temptation's trance.
twilight Moon cascades, haunting tapestry
gently, pure white wings of turtledove
whispers an evening song 'neath lovely canopy
while heavenly stardust shimmers from above
smiling upon lovers destined to love.
*For old romantic poems Contest..
Categories:
succulence, love, romantic, love, moon,
Form:
Quintain (English)
I was very young when, I first tasted it;
that sweet, milky nectar of the Gods.
One Easter morning it appeared in a basket,
on our piano bench and it was wrapped in shiny foil;
all colors of a pastel rainbow.
Tiny egg-balls, smelling like cocoa and sugar;
one looked the most beautiful blue,
I’d ever seen and it was larger than the rest so,
I bit into it first.
The revelation of such ecstasy, I had never before, experienced;
it melted across my young palate,
leaving a trail of succulence to, claim its’ path.
Divine bauble of confectionary delight; indeed it was,
It disappeared all too soon;
left me sucking the back of my front teeth and craving another of those mouth-watering adventures.
As I grew, I experienced unbounded insight into that world called…chocolate.
It seemed, some miracle cure for nearly any ailment from,
losing a softball game to the loss of a pet;
the mystery medicine took away every sadness.
I could have it cold or hot, frozen or liquid, with orange or raspberry filling in any shape or size.
That wondrous creation of confectionary bless, was everywhere!
Oh joy of joyous celebration;
I was in love and filled with,
elation for the sticky, gooey,
sweet, meditation-in-my-mouth.
Nothing in life can compare to its’ mind-bending aroma; I would bathe in it if I had enough, to do so.
I have shared it with so many; family, friends, pets with,
Never one complaint; fully convinced that it was the ultimate, sanity in a world gone mad.
The day that researchers proclaimed its’,
“medicinal value”; I celebrated with a semi-sweet toast to this, food of the gods; my ambrosia; never looking back.
Categories:
succulence, appreciation, food, image, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Poor last cookie, alone on the plate
No one partook, no one ate
Not for lack of flavor, this I know
Having already sampled its sweet morsels
Only one, is it wrong to steal a bite
From someone who's tempered their appetite?
Could I conceive of anyone so flip
As to decline the temptation of chocolate chip?
Must I do a stranger a favor
And step aside so they may savor
The succulence of the final taste
Or grab it now, in greed and haste?
The debate is settled by my mother's standards
Whose inner voice insists I show good manners.
Categories:
succulence, funny, giggle, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
Unwrapping you
With pure delight
Placing you in my mouth
Velvety smooth
A subtle seduction
Melting effortlessly
In the heat
Of my oral ******
An indulgent treat
So succulence and sweet
An addiction or temptation?
Sucking eagerly
Seduction of the senses
Devouring
All I can have, in this moment!
The wetness of my tongue
Searching, my sugar sweetened lips
For the ever lasting remnants
Of a 'Hershey Kiss'
Categories:
succulence, beautiful, beauty, food,
Form:
Free verse
My name is Aphrodite and
my offering to man
is fierce love.
I spread it out before you
like a lavish bridegroom’s dinner
with foods named aphrodisiacs rightly after me!
Caviar, oysters and shrimp;
spears of warmed asparagus and
artichokes stripped of leaves to dip in luscious butter;
truffles too with fragrant muskiness;
all foods of succulence - to stimulate your appetite.
My tender lips are moist - champagne to further whet desire.
You drink me in. . .
Entreating you to take your fill, I whisper in your ear,
“Partake of me, my love. Take more and more.”
When your feeding frenzy
is at its peak -
that’s when I offer you - dripping from my fingers - sweetest fruit:
honeyed figs with cream, peaches, plums, and kumquats;
and last: one red well-ripened berry.
Utterly sated,
drunk from delectation;
motionless, you lie there on your bed.
And when your eyes move rapidly
beneath their heavy lids,
I slide my body carefully off yours,
slip back into my gossamer-thread gown,
then tiptoe to the door; turn the knob;
and without looking back,
step into night.
You waken and want to feast again
but find that I have parted.
(to banquets such as mine, one rarely
is invited more than once).
And so you live and love,
knowing that you can’t resume -
ever in your life again -
a coupling so completely gratifying.
Your passion was consumed in
your consuming of this goddess!
I take from men again . . .again. . .
and then again.
But the nourishment that I require
always must be fresh,
and that is what
eternally
sustains me.
For Deb's Contest: category Unreal
Categories:
succulence, passion
Form:
Free verse
CATERPILLAR:
Sweet, moist, musky earth pervades all of my senses
In safe darkness, beneath this leaf, my cool canopy
I have no wants as I slumber here in contentment
I am humbly grateful, alive with my blessings
Rested now, I feel a need to explore this place
Hungry to feed my belly and begin my journey
I crawl out from my haven into the brightness
The tree I seek is beyond this forest of grass
My world is brilliant yellow, brown, and spring green
I climb an etched blade, and feast on its succulence
I chew my way down, and nourished, I aim for my oak
My little legs scurry toward where I must rest soon.
COCOON:
The sky is pink, orange and red as twilight wanes
I am weary like the sun, slowly closing his eyes
I begin my ascent toward a branch high above
I labor up the scaly skin, finally to the limb
Nestling in a crevice of this arm that holds me
I watch the last ruby glow melt from the sky
My day's toil leaves me exhausted yet peaceful
Starlight’s gently sparkle a silent lullaby
I dream I am cradled in finely spun cotton
I dream I am nothing but pure spirit and joy
I dream I am falling, then floating, then flying
I dream of bright blossoms dancing in the air.
BUTTERFLY:
I awaken to darkness, yet hear birds singing
I have slumbered so long, and feel the need to stretch
My surroundings crackle when I extend my body
A thin, radiant beam enters, shocking my sight
This body's strange to me; I seem to have arms
I beat them against the sides of my enclosure
It crunches apart like dry leaves in the autumn
I stand on thin legs, atop a broken casket
The air is alive with wisteria and lilac
Upon its sweet breeze, I surrender myself
I flutter and float as I bask in the sunshine
I am a young orchid blossoming in the sky
Categories:
succulence, nature, dream, autumn, dream,
Form:
Free verse
traced the silver wing
the pointed beak
eyes that dot the skies
gold star,
flowers with beating petals
a forest feather gumption
between a parrot’s toes
gripping tight
the marriage knot
his love sought blueberries
a fight of
juicy treats, and carrots
the orange consumption of gasoline
under the bower, a fleet of butterflies
they clench beholden teeth
they break mid air and spoon goodbye
what do they seek but the succulence of heaven
in haste, a quill dipped in birdshot ink
5/29/2018
Categories:
succulence, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
You are the most priceless
flower of all the seasons
My true love who has blessed
my life for many years
You alone are the only good
reason I find myself many times
shedding happy tears
You are the joy that kisses the
new dawning, the precious bliss
providing radiance to night stars
Your smile adds certain beauty
each night to my world and there
are none fairer than you are
You are the succulence of honey
the brilliance of a morning star
You are the gem of all gems the
world knows, and you are the best
love by far
You are the most unique flower of
all seasons, and your amazing love
brings to me much inner peace and
joy
For you are the genuine reason that
Without you Lord, such sadness in my
life I would seek to employ.
Categories:
succulence, beautiful, blessing, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I shall indulge in a glorious decadence,
caressing the softness of your bronze skin.
Luxuriating in your coconut scented splendor,
as I gorge on the succulence of your bounty.
Caressing the softness of your bronze skin,
it is impossible to imagine a greater pleasure.
As I gorge on the succulence of your bounty,
my mouth craves to know you completely....
It is impossible to imagine a greater pleasure,
Consummate with me our boundless passion!
My mouth craves to know you completely,
let our bodies be instruments of true loves expression.
Consummate with me our boundless passion,
leaving not a single desire unexpressed.
Let our bodies be instruments true loves expression,
only then can we truly be transformed.
Leaving not a single desire unexpressed,
luxuriating in your coconut scented splendor.
Only then can we truly be transformed.
We shall indulge in a glorious decadence!
Written February 4th 2015
For Shadow's indulgence Contest
Categories:
succulence, beautiful, love, passion,
Form:
Pantoum
Dangling in between my legs was my stoned tail
Making every effort to peep out of the zip
Just appreciate the the glory of God displaying wonders right in its presence in our solitude.
Salivating was my mouth
As my lips and tongues will not stop hitting each other, all calling for a taste of their tantalizing counterparts
And just like magic
God of make way intervened,
Like a dream come true
The tantalizing object came closer right there in our solitude
Without no further argument, we both were in our birthday suit
Revealing unto each other the hidden treasures of the most high
The sight of her curves and edges gave a tremendous satisfaction to my tail
While it stood straight in its massiveness and hugeness honouring the presence of its doom
On her knees she went
Like a chorister holding microphone
She held my thirsty tail
In no minute, a remix of Hallelujah Chorus was being sang
This time, with no clear notes but sounds
With my vocal cord adding violin effect to the sound
In a blink of an eye,
We were both drenched in her soft saliva
Running down like an erosion.
With no further hesitation, her curves were in my palms
Causing a friction between her succulence and softness and my long standing hardness
In and out it moved
With every entrance appeared different effect
With some came high pitch
While some, low pitch
And suddenly I was woken up by my cold warm underwear
Then it became obvious I have been dreaming!
Oh what a fantasy!
©ABSOL
Categories:
succulence, adventure, imagination, romantic, romantic
Form:
Free verse
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
Words
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination.
Words rise in startled wonder in every derivation.
They settle on my keyboard and wait to be inserted
Into a line of poetry with which brilliance has flirted.
I pick a lovely adjective my noun to modify
Then pluck a pretty adverb with my strong verb to ally.
Pronouns, conjunctions, prepositions, interjections
Sitting very patiently for proper intersections
Where they can slip in easily and add a little flavor
To the fast emerging lines, their succulence to savor.
Willful words wander
pitiful poet perplexed
silently searching
words are writer’s tools
thesaurus comes to rescue
when they slip away
poet chooses prettiest
to enhance his creation
By Joyce Johnson 7/29/11
For Constance’s contest “Three Gems” won a third
rhyme
alliteration
tanka
Categories:
succulence, on writing and words,
Form:
Rhyme
While ambling down the boulevard,
I spied a swanky canopy.
As member of the avant-garde,
The classy bistro suited me.
When greeted by the maitre'd,
I nonchalantly said, "Just one."
He smiled and nodded graciously.
My gourmand venture had begun.
As soon as seated, promptly pounced
A waiter dressed in gray and pink.
"My name is Jacques," the man announced
And asked what I prefer to drink.
I ordered an aperitif
And proffered menu then perused.
In panic mode, I thought, "Good grief!
It's all in French. I'm so confused!"
When Jacques returned, with easy air,
I asked what he would recommend.
When he'd advised the bill of fare,
My gaze did then the room attend.
A masterpiece of elegance,
So understated and refined.
No chandeliers nor opulence,
Artistic taste and chic combined.
Came appetizers, quite a few,
And tiny salads, each unique.
With wines and cheeses right on cue,
'Twas gourmet dining at its peak.
For entrees there were perfect meats
With succulence beyond compare.
Then followed some exotic sweets
And coffee quite extraordinaire.
While savoring a fine cigar,
I said their chef deserved to win,
For haute cuisine the best by far,
Another star from Michelin.
When mammoth check was given me,
I calmly said I could not pay.
"Though penniless, you must agree
You've gained a customer today."
Was booted roughly out the door
With expletives obscene and rude.
In gutter prone, a vow I swore
That for assault I'd have them sued.
I did, however, leave a tip
On seventh race next afternoon.
That Jacques should into savings dip
And bet it all on Silver Spoon.
Categories:
succulence, adventure, food, french, fun,
Form:
Rhyme