Best Tauntingly Poems

Peering at the radiating faces of happy families
So much joy emanates from well-to-do children’s sparkling eyes
Wish I could replace the grief, put smiles on the faces of my sons
Without a glimmer of hope even promises of warm meals would be lies

In the brown eyes of...

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Meet the mother - old Miss Jenny
She gave birth to chicks aplenty
(Never dreamed she’d have so many)

But sly Wiley, a hungry fox
Was more threatening than the cocks
Tummy growling, he picked the pen’s locks

As her chicks began to shriek
Jenny pecked Wiley with her beak
And he was...

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Mischievous Moon

The moon was in a mischievous mood
This morning before the twilight
Peeking through clouds it had tried to elude
In order to flaunt its golden light.

Full and round it followed me
Up and down the valley hills
Emerging from shadows tauntingly
Knowing how its beauty thrills.

Nestling in a poinciana...

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Reverberations

Moist, heavy air settled upon my skin
tauntingly teasing undulating hair.
Reaching out I clutch at the mocking wind
as its fading coolness flees into cloud

my tongue tasting the torment of the air
inhaling brimstone scented vibration
roiling within a billowing terror
striking in a blinding flash of fury

trembling as reverberations...

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Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.

Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.

Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.

Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.

Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.

~Virginia...

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Your hair hints of lavender and lilac;
seductive scents designed to arouse me.
Like a tease, you tauntingly hold me back;
pinning me down in a playful attack,
laughingly refusing to set me free.

A Goddess of captivating splendor;
your haunting eyes peer deep into my soul.
And enjoying your dominatrix role;
I...

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I feel Spring's touch irrevocably leaving
telltale fingerprints on dripping icicles.
Wafting sweet scents with every warm breeze,
Her breath fills my lungs with fresh air.

I feel Spring playfully, tauntingly, ever so softly,
blowing sensually upon my neck, toying with me.
The sky changes color, hosting differing blues 
as the...

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Come the dark, come sleep:
music box tunes commence as commanded
by Father Time to prance tauntingly in years gone by 
and the daunting hours inevitably to come.
Melodies visit long buried memories of faded visions;
adoring their distorted collection 
in the horror house of a once brilliant mind.

“Hush...

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Your kiss is so hot
Instantly scorching my lips
And tauntingly fiery 


Dawn Kilby 
Copyright ©2008  Dawn Kilby...

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There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute poetry impatiently awaiting lavishly
gifted muse's breathlessness to transform convoluted unreasonable
fractals...

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Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.         
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.    
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I...

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I am a mongrel.

Roaming the countryside.

Feeding on fast food trash thrown from a car window and various types of carrion that has not been stripped clean by the vultures of animal society.

Shaggy and unkempt. Just hoping that someone could see the beauty in me enough...

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A clatter in the backyard
quickly got my attention.
Curious to see what was happening
I rushed to look out my patio door
and saw a scurry of noisy squirrels.
I'd hung a new bird feeder,
tauntingly, just out of reach,
and they were not having any of it.
Amused by their hijinks...

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Vowels stir in the back of your mind,
yet consonants lack a foundation.
And the page taunts, with its virgin white,
while doldrums morph into frustration.

Ideas trip over each other,
unable to realign anew.
And sparks of inspiration get doused
by sweat, trying to salvage a few.

Your pen is poised just...

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She was dancing alone in the moonlight
with a pair of arms wrapped around her tight
she was dancing alone, with nothing in sight
as the pair of arms twirled her tauntingly into the night
her heart pounded while she held the arms in her own
breathing heavily as she...

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