Best Throaty Poems
An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty
But her obsidian eyes betrayed her.
Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
she looked at me,
and I knew…
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Molten lava spilled forth from her mouth, melting our clocks—
eighteen hundred nightmares compressed in two hours.
Long hand moving forward, as the short hand moved backward
How can memories persist in such an acrid life?
She spoke of a beast in the guise of a man,
one who ravaged innocence with the flick of a click
A coward that collected milk teeth for hardened bones
of other horny beasts with no spine
That throaty tenderness when she spoke
sprinkled crystal seeds of frustration in me
She says he loathed him, denied she loved him
but her obsidian eyes betrayed her
There she was, a bud he plucked from the nuns’ garden
He grafted then he pruned her,
spreading her pollen, wafting her scent
yet folding her petals to himself
Caterpillars feeding upon her leaves,
she lets them devour her,
yet once they are wrapped in their cocoons to sleep,
she stabs them with her thorns.
Tears then slid down from her midnight lace eyes
and it was all I could do to catch them
She said she was weary of curtailing butterflies,
of tearing their wings before they can even fly
I had to ask, how many… how many winged gems?
She lifted her sleeves, and showed me her scars
One ugly mark for each innocent child plunged deep,
my heart getting slashed at least three hundred a beat.
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A certain stillness came about
as I strode into her door,
like fear itself refused to move,
letting breath touch her mysterious beauty for the last time....
Her obsidian eyes had betrayed her.
Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
I looked at the knife beside her.
Maroon-mapped sheets, a stunted womb.
Strains of Bon Iver’s “Flume”
flit past the sighing air like a butterfly,
and I knew…
08112014
Categories:
throaty, abuse, dark, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
Categories:
throaty, natural disasters,
Form:
Alliteration
Trying my best to concentrate on what is being said
For thoughts of him kissing me are swirling in my head
An electric current connecting us refuses to be ignored
The passion igniting between us demands to be explored
His eyes lock on mine and I know he feels the same
He leans forward with the intention of my lips to claim
Soft lips sweetly entice, leaving me feeling light headed
Throaty groans escape as we further become embedded
He catches my bottom lip and gives it a gentle suck
Flooded with desire my senses suddenly run amok
Heart rates accelerating, leaving us breathless and burning
The taste for each other now a unquenchable yearning
His tongue intertwines with mine, the jolt takes us by surprise
This is a rare occurrence, my subconscious blissfully sighs
Filled with sweet sensations, sparkling inside and out
Totally entranced, his kisses I never want to be without.
By Cecilia Macfarlane, August 16, 2012
for PDs Kissing Game Contest
Categories:
throaty, love, passion, romance, leaving,
Form:
Rhyme
A brilliant harvest moon hangs beneath the ebon Colorado sky.
Scudding clouds dare not darken its lustrous glow - tho' they often try!
Silhouetted against the moon are geese winging to warmer destinations,
Mysteriously guided by That Master Compass in perfect V formations!
The moon spreads a coat of silver on lakes and rushing streams below.
Yonder, majestic Pikes Peak gleams with a crown of freshly fallen snow!
White tail deer peer shyly from the shadows of golden aspen groves.
Magnificent elk graze in yon valley 'neath the harvest moon in droves!
Lovers, young and old are spellbound by the harvest moonlight's trance.
Mr. Moon has a special knack for setting the tone for love and romance!
They hold hands strolling along moonlit trails to reminisce and dream,
Their glowing faces brightened by the harvest moon's mellow beam!
Families bundle up against the chill to enjoy hay rides and wiener roasts,
And toast marshmallows over roaring fires, telling tales of scary ghosts!
Wizened "hooty" owls emit their throaty moans adding to the eerie scene!
The moon beams benignly o'er Colorful Colorado giving to all a sheen!
When autumn winds begin to blow and trees stand bare and so austere,
We welcome the warming glow of the harvest moon in our hemisphere!
Alas, tho' the harvest moon graces our skies only in the autumn of the year,
The Creator will delight us again come next October - that you need not fear!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Categories:
throaty, autumn, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
Love cannot be manufactured
in the grit and grunt factory
MAKE IT HAPPEN mentality
Is lame
Love is a blinding light reality
Perhaps more like a gentle awakening
A growing awareness of a fragrance
whose permeation has reached fullness
Becoming heady, strong
It’s been there all long
But now it burst into throaty song
Love cannot be manufactured
Love cannot be commanded
It cannot be stolen
Enticed
Love refuses to be BOUND
No, Love is an entity
that VISITS
that touches.
When welcomed,
LOVE LOVES TO DWELL-
an indwelling spirit
It places a DO NOT DISTURB sign
on the heart's door
Protecting the union of souls
from the prying eyes outside
Love cannot be manufactured
This I have learned
As a testament to this timely truth
I DECLARE:
Love cannot be manufactured
I love you,
I declare
With my own poetic flair
In this, my meaning, luxuriant
Let my love your heart satiate
For my love,
Be sure of this:
Love cannot be manufactured
I love you
And on this Declaration of Dependence on You
I rest my case!
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
throaty, love,
Form:
Free verse
Melodious tides serenade along a foam dipped coast line,
we drift as a single composed symphony,
seduced by a pounding surf, its sensuous rhythm pulsates
flooding our hearts, aching to collide
in the tempo of a lone torrent’s embrace
Scorching tropical passions seize the moonlit sand,
palm tree shadows sway atop sultry weathered dunes
of lemongrass and saw palmetto,
on saltwater breezes moaning our names, mellifluously
from a quivering horizon
Warm dark rum skin intoxicates, I stagger,
lost in hypnotic topaz eyes, reflective pleadings
of deeper desires sought, fingertips probe sun softened locks,
nightshade tresses, mingling with a rippled surf
as stardust illumines moist swollen lips, parted
Harmonic waves wash atop entwined silhouettes
nearing a crescendo, a pinnacle of pleasure,
where secrets are revealed in half swallowed sighs
on this coastal haven when voices sing in
throaty whispers of impassioned ecstasy
Now as heated breaths hover beneath the moon’s glowing stare
we too build and recede, feeding our amorous desires
as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn cracks the sky
Our tide becomes one, our union remains unbroken,
our love, eternally bound by the melody of the sea
Categories:
throaty, love, ocean, passion, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while jays drone on the horizon.
Mixed Senses Contest for nette onclaud
20 Sept 2015
From Amelie Mara ---Music in 9 lines
Categories:
throaty, bereavement, cry, music,
Form:
Free verse
I surround you,
beanstalk without beans
Invade you,
rose with thorns,
reach my painful stalks
deep inside your
comfort zone.
Creep up on you
in evening hours,
on misty corners,
In the drizzle.
Permeate your
private life as if
personal property.
Ambush your
rooted feet:
seated between your
chantharels, boletes
and beet root:
I eat your stamina away
In tangled sheets
in sweaty nights
of dreams
and nightmares,
I envelop you
in thoughts of fever
without pills to kill.
Fly around you, a
mosquito buzz,
a tiny horror,
as a vampire waits
to be let in;
as a robin begs, in throaty
singing
And when you sleep
I'll be right there
deep inside you
a pest that never
leaves you
A rodent that eats
your resolve
Until you silently wish,
by lack of tears
and voice...
Until you wish
that you would stop
to be there
Then I will
have won.
***
February 26, 2017
© Darren White
Categories:
throaty, abuse, anxiety, dark, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Villain Unmasked
In odd places the Villain appears,
In the right places he disappears-
On merry moments then re-appears.
For, such is the habit of a Villain
Who enjoys to inflict carnal pain
Yet, scarce and elusive to be slain.
He contorts in a fearsome grimace
Ogling timid children on the face
Their infantile courage to displace.
Crawling like a famished beast,
Beating and flexing scaled breast;
He mulls on how to enjoy the 'feast'.
Where children are happy at play,
Ugly features at once are on display
To throw everyone into disarray;
Face clad on an fearsome hood,
Picks and chases them in the wood
To eat the abandoned Picnic food.
He cast to innocent people a spell
By urinating in the clean water well
Sickness to ring the death knell.
No wonder, he flies on black garb
Wielding the sword or his barb-
Voice, tearing the air with rhubarb!
His throaty laugh is deep, not mild
He groans and growls loud and wild
To shudder man, woman and child.
Between two lovers having sex
Suddenly, he re-appears to perplex
By disturbing, disrupting the reflex!
To the crafty potter kneading hard
He disrupts Industry and its reward
By breaking everything to shard.
Villain and his cruel art of stealth,
Art of disrupting another's wealth
Peace, Happiness and his health;
Art of appearing in places so rare
Schism, fear and confusion to flare
Peace, harmony, stability to scare;
One day he will know that his art
And foible of scare is not so smart-
He will be impaled by a holy heart!
Categories:
throaty,
Form:
Rhyme
What icy wind has brought this darkened day
it hearkens to the depth of it's bowel
from this day hence,until the month of May
like the lonely wolf mates, deep throaty howl
to breathe is almost like a winter fray
as so dost the Arctic Polar Bear scowl
My heart yearns for the budding in April
Thus will quell this winters foreboding shrill
Tough style!
Categories:
throaty, nature
Form:
Ottava rima
The medicine man lifted up a baby girl
To the heavens like a cherished rare pearl
He called upon the gods to send a spirit
To posses the babe they named Little Irit
He enters a trance chanting in a voice that was throaty
Summoning up the cursed fiery eyed Coyote
Before the beast he lay Little Irit on a bed of leaves
A sacrifice to rekindle the gods favour, in which his tribe believes
He walks away with no remorse
As the child is left for the Coyote’s main course
It’s an hour later that the medicine man returns
The sacrifice is accepted by the evidence or earth that burns
Medicine man enlightens the chief by the light of crescent moon
That Cursed Coyote has lifted their gloom
The Chief calls the elders to make a great feast
In honour of the fiery eyed cursed beast
When the villagers were drunk and all well fed
They sat round the campfire telling stories before bed
Then suddenly out of the fire, cursed Coyote pounced causing fear and dread
As he slowly gnawed off the medicine man’s head
The chief ordered every man to kill the beast
After the battle, Coyote lay dying and around him lay 150 deceased
Coyote said to the chief, “Your son’s lives will I claim,”
“For the little life you sacrificed, you will all feel my pain.”
The chief cut the Coyote’s head and mounted it on high
For all those to see as they walked on by
If you go there you will see an inscription explaining the reason why
They thought, that was the end of the curse and Coyote had to die
But the head of Coyote would bring a curse that would make the village cry…
To be continued…. ( for P.D. My good friend )
Categories:
throaty, imagination, mystery
Form:
Rhyme
Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--
throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.
Dark libertine drained his desirous juice--
madness stings deep-- displayed to his ardor.
Boorish bashfulness etched into each itch
cracking unto his left to right onslaught.
Finitude fair Venus choked with disgust
as she wriggles, wriggles to free herself!
Her wriggles useless from black libertine...
Pristine Venus fallen-- now wanting death.
©O. E. Guillermo
5:15pm December 05, 2014
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry)
Placed 6th
Categories:
throaty, dark, death, desire, imagery,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
A little bee flew across the sea, to see what he could be
He herd a giraffe with a throaty laugh : still continued on his weigh
This pour we bee had too pee so he stopped on a Specific Ocean Eyelid
It took him severed ours to pollinated Pollynesian flours and than he flue away
If Yew can reed this rite yore a better POET then Eye
Categories:
throaty, funny, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
the mellow blush of sunrise
seeps through the soft gray clouds
trees appear in their green hoods
love is in the air as doves flirt
birds go mad making throaty noises
as they dip over the clear lake water
echoing sweet sounds of fresh life
yellows, oranges, blues burst in full attire
as sunlight shines like diamonds
patches of flowering grass trim the forest
in a circle of colors
slumbering animals whisper
to the joy as the new day appears
in the radiant look that nature wears
Categories:
throaty, beauty, nature, sun,
Form:
Free verse
and in a sleepless silent fog
memories burnt out in faded sun
ossified bones shape quaker guns
the past a needle of deeds undone
dusk another skirmish yet unwon
and fogbound in silent sleep
hypnagogic gagged and bound
susurrous floating low and 'round
inducing visions, throaty sound
form the stranger, kundalini found
and silent in a foggy sleep
drop the level, slip the drum
slackened grip, faintly succumb
a final twist with nasal hum
shadows cling like spirit gum
and now asleep in fog and silence
quelling heart and stifled brume
nestled deep in cotton's tender womb
dawn burning off chimeric gloom
hearts in morning burst abloom.
Categories:
throaty, dream, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme