Best Tantalizingly Poems
Spring tantalizingly unfolds vernal, winsome
Blossoms of lilies pristine, undulating to appease
Fawning nectar-dreams adrift on wings of bees
Frolicking tranquility of rustling flowering trees
Refulgent summer, too, unpacks variegated
Revelry on rivers, oceans, flamboyant meadows
As ubiquitously nature paints blooms primrose
On hills and valleys oscillating jubilant shadows
Autumn’s brilliance courts dazzling ebullience
Of mellowed sun scintillating eventide’s ruby glow
Where gamboge leaves of fall amber winds blow
As passions of romance vie moonlit stellar show
Snowfalls titillate, unveiling vehement winter
In eyes of lovers ruminating in blessings of yore
When enticing beats of hearts indulgently implore
Aesthetic glacial memories venerated evermore
July 31, 2021
Placed 1st: Alpha lines poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand Rhyme Contest
My eyes rapaciously closing from the rampant onslaught of sleep,
All the while, aromatic thoughts of her tingling my senses grappling for more time within my psyche to feel her breath upon my face.
Open, close, open, please stay open, slipping away, a final physically powerful determinant thought of her as I drift away, oh how beauty dances about her.
Morning arrives with a thunderous sentiment of arousal; throughout the oblivious night she somehow cradled my emotions.
There it is, her outlying presence, my thoughts reach her, tantalizingly embracing her from afar.
In a moment of pure rapture I feel her compassion, it devours my being with carnal desire.
Elation lingers over me, through me, shudders my mere existence with verve from some inestimable force.
I steal thoughts of her throughout the whole of the day, mind dwelling in a vacuum, heart massive with pulsation, soul ever engaging bouts with heaven.
Graciously my day over, with detachment lastly concluding, emotions now keen with fervor and fortitude.
I allow myself to revel in her exquisiteness, reach for her, take her in, and strip her of the malicious day that may have sought her out.
Embracing her, energy invigorated, ardor consuming, I take the splendor that I behold, reach deep into her essence and release my absolute love.
Mesmerizing distances circumvent
skyscrapers magnificently manifested
to the utmost degree
Diverse people dance
through escapades delight.
Manhattan Island floats
amidst extreme chaos
beyond a preponderance
of serenity's turbulence
perpetuating dreams galore.
The center of the Globe -----
The capital of the Empire ---
It draws tourists
with a flow of languages
tantalizingly surreptitious
delving into psyche manifestos
bewildered by temperance
mimicking captivity
A unique Beauty
transports you to
imagination's diamonds.
Temperately cooled shade
From Cedar trees off the
Coast of Lebanon
Shielded our state of
Nudity. Sincerely we
Speculated; as I wonderfully
Whispered in her esthetic ears:
"Eve my emphatically enlightened,
This garden is stimulating
Like paradise." As
Sweet musical rapture
Soothed our souring
Souls from melodious
Harps of grander,
She warmly whispered,
"Just let your tantalizingly
Soft sizzling fingers
Entwined with the
Hair curling on the back of
My warm neck,
While I taste your lips"
Splendidly we sipped warned
Warbler feathered wine
From Macedonia’s vine, as
Our bodies tingled
With rapture for—the
Honey to come…
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Dedicated to LMB and all the Eves in the contest.
Mar sin leat!
9th Place Winner
Adam in Eden Contest
Sponsored by Linda-Marie Bariana
6/15/10
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He was laboriously looking
for that one perfect peach
with soft salubrious skin,
radiantly rounded with
robust, rubicund curves,
crying to be caressed,
coddled and cuddled.
Her bashfully blushing rosy red
cheeks on pale peach skin
immediately caught his attention
as she sat right there for the picking!
Oh, to kiss those juicy joyful
lovely lips, again and again!
She stood out among her friends
who were gathered in hues of green. . .
For she was ruddy, regal
and romantically ripe--his type!
Her body sweetly, softly stimulating,
and so tantalizingly tender to the touch;
Her sensual scent, pure peach!
When he held her in his arms
and she coyly conversed,
he had vestige visions of
copious cobbler on his mind!
By Michael Wayne and Smriti Jha
I will paint my love RED across your face as I drink in your
beauty.
A river I will course in BLUE down the center of your chest.
You turn me RED with your vibrant strokes.
My soul melts in your arms like scentedSMOKE
Upon your left breast I will mark radiant, life giving SUN ,
The right bosom will receive my gentle painting of the MOON
The emulation of two heavens seep into my heart.
The one desire you paint reflects your inspired art.
Crimson"RED HEARTS I will brush onto your dainty arms.
Colorful butterflies I reproduce on your ticklish legs.
Like a rainbow of love streaming out of my consciousness ,
Pouring down those sensuous legs so rapturous and sublime.
MOUNTAIN peaks I will design on your smooth back.
Wings I will paint on your luscious feet, to bring you close
I will run down your chest with my feet till you drag me
closer to hear my racing heart beats.
Upwards pointing ARROWS will trace upon your
inner THIGHS ,
They will guide me to the place of our INTENSE union.
Inhibition melting arrows rest between my thighs
Like rain drops falling from fertile,blue skies.
ON your lower belly I will PAINT GREEN like the leaves of
a healthy and growing small tree
This plant of life will strengthen our nuptial bond
.This dream I find so tantalizingly profound
In COLLABORATION WITH A VERY VERY TALENTED
MICHAEL WAYNE
Tune into the lark singing out its heart
as the golden rays of sunshine flood down.
Let all every day worries float away as
you relax into your surroundings.
High up the blackbird chatters in alarm
as the red fox slinks by with a fat rabbit.
Dropping it he makes a lunge falling short
and the blackbird hops closer teasingly.
Feel the fresh breeze on your skin
that sets all into motion as it passes.
Smell the aromas which are released
tantalizingly filling quivering nostrils.
Spin round in delight until giddy
and watch the pictures form
as your head swirls and
your misty eyes catch weird glimpses.
Things that drift through your mind
not quite fully formed yet vaguely recognised.
Teasing the mind as it strains
to grab a clearer image and really see.
Accept today as a brand new start
and let go of all the cluttered baggage.
Only this way can you truly move forwards
and realise your dreams and true potential.
Midnight Rendezvous
I have slept with watermelon
caressed the firm curvaceousness,
lustily bathed in scented
come-on of baking bread,
kissed gently the smooth fuzz
of sun warmed, stolen, peaches,
tasted the salty sting
of clandestine rendezvous,
darkened room, refrigerator moonlight,
succulent secret moments
passion’s fruit
satiation’s lip licking climax
dripping on my bare chest,
tantalizingly tickling
a depleted six-pack.
The refrigerator door closes,
a dark guilt follows me
back to bed.
6/24/2016
Your aroma
wonderful, aromatic scent
you tease my senses
I'm falling.
Your warmth flowing
ignites anticipation
Insatiable cravings
arousing my hunger, my thrist.
Sweet caress
tantalizingly, mouth watering
deliriously mad sweet ecstasy
first morning coffee
Geeeeez.... what ya think I meant?
Love’s Touch
the first touch was tentative,
the scent tantalizingly different,
the sounds and nuances yet to
be experienced, known, trusted.
she was beautiful, firm, curvaceous,
polished, but not yet refined, not
yet molded by the necessities of
moving in fluid oneness.
time, and practiced repetition,
would embrace them, join them,
meld them into a flawless fluidity,
caress the contours of their differences.
he cherished every moment of this
first love, touched, caressed, held,
gazed at the texture and sheen
of his olive skinned love.
they spent long winter nights
exploring the subtle contours
of the other, investigating the
intricacies of intimacy
they knew this was a perfect fit,
a seamless bond had been fashioned,
a desire to face the future together
to place one hand in the other
thus they stood on that spring day
hand in hand, facing the future,
dreaming of its wonders
when those magic words were spoken.,,,
…….PLAY BALL!!!
John G. Lawless
9/20/2014
Cock-crow for me is the tring of the alarm clock
unheard but felt as it vibrates against the pillow .
Coffee percolator bubbles (and whistles?)
the puffs of steam tantalizingly call for a sip.
(The susurration of the shower screams to be heard)
but the sharp needles against my skin
is music to me.
(The siren calls to work)- a flurry
of movement is my cue.
(Motors hum their tune) - soft purring felt
by experienced touch
proclaim all is well.
Much mime, smiles, lips contort, form words
some understood,
a blessing not to hear the babble
of bitching and politicking
behind backs.
Traffic moves silently
on greased paths,
colored winks and blinks
in control.
Home again, music is on
and I dance to the rhythm
of blinking lights.
Night, and I shut off the lights
And enter the void
devoid of sight
and
unheard
sound.
~20 Jun 2016~
We were best friends.
We were lovers.
Inexorably linked.
For such a commitment-phobe, I fell in love quickly. But I didn’t fall, really.
I dove headfirst.
I chose her. No, she chose me.
She was always lurking in the shadows. She always knew I was The One.
She was just waiting until I was ready. She loved me.
She watched as my hair fell out in clumps,
She handed me the mouthwash and she soothed me as I nursed the blisters on my knuckles and
together we reveled in the cracks, little channels of blood escaping from the frigid,
sallow skin.
She watched my lips turn blue and laughed condescendingly when people gasped in horror.
They are just jealous, she told me.
We linked arms and she helped me walk on shaking, spindly legs down the hallway. Jealous.
They’re jealous.
Sometimes I hated her. She turned me into something cold and callous.
I told her of my hatred once, and she grew violent.
She asked me if I was getting soft, vulnerable.
I needed her, she needed me.
A perfect symbiosis, but god, she was a parasite.
My erratic heart pumped her venom through me and it gave me strength.
I ran manically around the track, every morning at three, because I couldn’t sleep, and
she encouraged me, run, you disgusting creature, run.
Run until you matter.
You’re beautiful, you’re hideous, you’re disappearing and you’re running like a mad, mad
animal in circles around that track and you’re going to do it again tomorrow until the
crevasses in your collarbones deepen, until your jeans dangle pathetically from the
daggers protruding from your hips.
You need me, she whispers tantalizingly.
Sick paradox.
I need her
To elevate me above my needs
I know you see me shimmering,
tantalizingly just in front of you
You got an uncontrollable thirst,
a rabid thirst for some real truth
Mainstream news drought has you crawling;
unable to swallow, unable to chew
This news wasteland is a slow, slow killer,
the tabloid vultures are circling in view
But I'm that cyber oasis,
that comforting terabyte stop just up ahead
Rest yourself in my modem,
drink deep from my knowledge well
Never mind that what I'm giving you
is merely a beautiful virtual mirage
You won't realize until it's too late,
this haven of hope was only a facade
Your mind thinks it's truth surfing,
on a cool and intoxicating wifi breeze
But all the while your body's dying,
thirsting for some real news, not gossip sleaze
Do you think you got enough to make it
to that info highway a few clicks ahead
Will you chance taking that last podcast gulp,
and risk being found in the news desert dead
Yes, I'm that cyber oasis,
that comforting terabyte stop just up ahead
Rest yourself in my modem,
drink deep from my knowledge well
Never mind that what I'm giving you
is merely a beautiful virtual mirage
You won't realize until it's too late,
this would be your final resting lodge
Thin flares of magenta flap tantalizingly
From the top of the backyard plum tree.
The kite!
Dad made it for me only yesterday!
How was I to know it would trick me
As soon as I got to fly it by myself?
It had seemed so live and laughing!
I've climbed up as far as I can go.
The branches are getting thin.
Up close,
I can see the broken bones
Sticking out, the skin torn,
Stuck through by twigs and branches.
The wind keeps teasing at the thin red tissue.
I want to rescue it from torment.
I didn’t mean to invade her privacy,
I was simply taking the trash out late that night;
I never noticed how from the back of the house
You could see right into her bedroom when she turned on the light.
The curtains were sheer and not completely closed,
Her silhouette was outlined and her flesh exposed;
I am not a peeping Tom but in my tracks I froze,
Watching her tantalizingly removing her clothes.
She stood in front of her full length mirror;
I inched a little closer to see her clearer.
It was as if she was even teasing herself,
Slowly undressing and watching her own reflection;
Her fingertips caressing the smooth exposed flesh;
Her exhibition demanded my full attention.
She is twenty-five years old and my neighbor’s daughter;
I am twice her age and a little bit more;
I know I am wrong to be standing here watching
But a more beautiful nubile I’ve never seen before.
Her clothes are now strewn on the floor by her feet,
She is totally naked and pleased by the sight;
Slowly she turns looking over her shoulder,
Making sure all of her parts are shaped just right.
God must be very angry at me,
But, God created this wondrous beauty.
She took inventory of body parts with both of her hands,
Pleasing herself with her delicate touch;
I knew that I should be turning away;
I was enjoying her exploring a bit too much.
She kissed her own reflection returned in the mirror
Then turned and walked toward the windows;
Just before pulling down the night shade
She waved to me hiding in the shadows.
Ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my actions,
I returned to my house all alone;
She knew I was watching and vexed by her beauty,
It was me she was teasing all along.
Yet it brought back memories of when I was younger
And my wife more beautiful than she;
Although I’m a widower for seven long years,
That night, again my bride was with me.