Best Titillate 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
What is life?
Euphonies, cacophonies and chromosomal anomalies
intertangled destinies and illusive methodologies
Occurring in obscure dimensionless time
Millenniums fertilized to create the sublime
Perceived by ideations so pure it would seem
To exist beyond mind and to all in between.
Lingering as lore to an all distant past
There is no redo, there is no redraft.
The questions, the answers so rightly proclaimed
are composed and transported by thoughts still unnamed.
In limited struggle, the moments unspent
Become the result of a living lament.
In what and wherefore and why and with whom
we unwrap our existence in this paradoxical womb
Can we find meaning, a clear sign that we see
inclusive to all, this existential decree.
From naught made of all and conceived in a star,
we landed on earth, neither near nor afar
For reasons unknown and telegnosis unclear,
These salient projections are all jockeyed by fear
We stand in the way of unknowing surmise
And find the world is still much a surprise.
A quest overwhelming in distressed sanity
For answers not known play havoc to vanity.
To end these remarks with a questionable phrase
all becomes known in 'one of these days.'
SYNOPSIS
From the moment of birth to when we die, life presents us with dilemmas and questions that amuse, titillate and confuse us. As we get older, we realize that what we thought we knew was all pure conjecture. This poem is meant to reflect the myriad of disjointed thoughts that have run through my mind throughout the years. The "why me?" and "what is my purpose in life?" questions usually are met with ambiguity and incoherence.
Many of us are beleaguered with these conceits and although some find solace in religion, for people like me it becomes an existential never ending struggle.
CAK 8-18-2013
AROUSE ME
Enchant me
Serenade me
Touch me
Raise my temperature
Heighten my senses
Make me tingle all over
Apply your hands to my trembling body
Caress the heaving contours
Of my pliant body
Feel the rhythm of my passions
Boiling within
Explore all of what I have to give
Arouse me
Titillate me
Enhance my desire
Make me tingle with your soft kisses
Own me
Mould me
Control me
Free me of inhibitions
School me in desire
Pleasure me
It’s not all about me
But of you and I becoming we
Eroticism -
a supple spine in a wanting curve
and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat—
temptation is an aphrodisiac
and guilt— a red kite lost in a hot hurricane
a strand of blue moonstones plunge to titillate
illicit points of contact caught by starlight
restless yin-nerve-endings take an edgy stance—
primal presence pearls beneath parted flimsy fabric
ah.. gossamer chic taken and tossed by windy hands
freeing moons and earth captured in your orbit
golden hair a dirty tangle flies— streamers
of infidelity seized in someone else’s hands
heat-seeking rhythm throbs within walls
a slappin’ poppin’ bass line frenzy
our bodies wild like a warehouse rave
a driving beat hugging hips caught in a fishnet shimmy
high on oxytocin and fizz of affaire du jour—
unbridled breakers breaking vows in a whipped up gale
as hedonistic hot spots revel in unrestrained spindrift
.. it’s a jungle for conjugal love ..
volcanic ash streaks a feral romance
carnal cat (a hungry stippled stray)
pins me down like prey in a dopamine storm
where edges rendezvous soft and hard and fuse
a silhouette of geometry body-painted in black sands
as the surge uncurls the waves—
dreamscape escape on a slick onyx sheet
nakedness blurs in the rough charcoal smudge
shapes shaded with a roll on the rim of a graphite night
the art of cheating sins stain a seedy portrait on skin
yet basks in the moonbeam’s push into the pulse
without mercy or justification—
just unadulterated
adulterated
euphoria!
You titillate my senses
Every time you stare at me,
I feel losing my balances
All gems in your eyes I see.
You possess tantalizing eyes,
Like diamonds in the sky;
Don’t attempt to look at me thrice,
You’re in love…you can’t deny.
I’m completely captivated
You know my only weakness
In your wooing you succeeded,
You’re getting my final “yes”.
As we hold each other’s hand,
Happily gliding on snow;
Kissing me all around,
Diamond remnants-all aglow.
Dec. 31, 2013 5.15pm
by Leonora G.
Fourth Place
Contest: A Diamond Remnants
Judged: 1/14/14
Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle
I will be closing the year 2013 with a romantic poem;))). Happy New Year 2014 to all! Wishing you all the best of HEALTH, LOVE, PEACE, HAPPINESS AND SUCCESS!
I am trying to relate to the strategy of rhyme,
Using words to titillate from the droll to the sublime.
Do I write "a rime that scintillates" to describe a ghost
Of frost? I consult the information highway hosts
Who assimilate rhyme-chimes on internet dot coms,
Those prime verse doctors granting aid so poems do not bomb.
I'll create a word-dance show to equate a tango's flow,
So solitude and fortitude and quietude must glow!
These multitudes of disciplines provost my attitude;
Will you, for faulty demeanor, please grant me latitude?
My aptitude to mutilate (a crime I must not boast.)
Is like a marmalade of brine upon my morning toast.
I ventilate and, then, deflate my inmost certitude;
This grime will grow in plenitude, a naughty turpitude.
I'd rather ev'ry word I post would jubilate the coasts,
Mime the scent of thyme about each lyrical outpost.
This roast of rhyme will blow ego and have me eating crow
If I don't quickly disappear, you know, vamoose and go.
© Faye Lanham Gibson, June 10, 2014
A boob man I could be.
Yours do titillate me,
so jiggly and bouncy.
The two of them and me,
a love triangle we.
But your butt's what sends me
skyward. My ecstasy
comes when I get to see
that vertical cleft be
creased horizontally.
Those two mounds' little 'v'
that sits like a cherry
on a Sundae ought be
against some law. A 'Pee-
ping Tom' it entraps me.
Odd parts entice. Dimply
knees charm, and those curvy
flanks get me all squeezie.
But you bent overly;
Wow! That's pure poetry.
*2nd place in F Hererra's contest 'Erotica' 11/30/11.
down under here
down under dark
dark where the world ends
dark where stars begin
begin to glow
begin to know
know yourself
know your dreams
dreams that motivate
dreams that titillate
titillate the senses
titillate expectancy
expectancy of possibility
expectancy of future plans
plans to change
plans to be be someone
someone special
someone that rises
rises from below
rises over adversity
adversity that cripples
adversity dungeon dark
dark as down under
dark as midnight
midnight without stars
midnight silent as death
death that robs
death that steals joy
joy is like a star
joy of heaven's light
light that pierces darkness
light beaming brightly
brightly changing outlook
brightly burning
burning in the night
burning up the sadness
sadness of your leaving
sadness of my grieving
grieving in the darkness
grieving in the pit
pit of despair
pit so far down under
under that mound
under ground in blackness
blackness of my world
blackness without light
light not darkness
light that overcomes
overcomes
darkness
Copyright, August 15, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Thoughts travel tenaciously through tunnels
Taking torpedoing trains to transcend time
Tempting tongues to talk to tittle tale
Twisting the truths in tones that tire
Telling trifling tit-bits that titillate
Transgressing tolerance that threatens
the tranquility that tension transports
Transforming trust transposing trepidation
These thoughts translate to treachery
Trespassing temperance taxing temerity
Terminate these turbulent trivial tributes
these trademarks they traffic tragedy
Teach themes that target the truth
Tutor those to try train them to tolerate
Treatise the triumphs that transpire
Transcript the treatment therapeutically
Sensuous as a kiss, gift of romantic dreams,
Your essence I feel as you tiptoe stealthily
Alluring sensibilities, revealing amorously
Silken ruby lips sparkling on work of beauty
Embellishing tiny dimples upon rosy cheeks;
Oh! the mystical you, loving you is euphoric.
Unannounced you titillate my life’s revelry
Mellifluous alike spring’s giggling streams
Occupying me happily on perilous journey
Lending your hand when I am trekking hills,
Jubilant visage of my life’s pristine prairies~
An enchanting emissary of proffers amatory.
When I asked a favor from a lonesome night~
Despondent, starless gloom of moonless skies
Clamoring earnestly to speed-forward time
So, bearing Venus high, the dawn could arrive;
There you stood fondly, donning flirty smile
Mesmerizing amiably in hypnotic hazel eyes.
Ah! what a bliss it is, in your endearing glee
When moments of joy life’s upheavals steal,
My darling I so adore you~ real as imagined
For you never fail to answer my every plea,
Questing realm of ecstasy elated you spree
Amid riveting reveries thrilling my fantasies.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: “R” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme chosen: Romantic
B eauteous bewitching botanical gardens in the early morn
R ivers rhythmically running, as we race to adorn
E verlasting earthly echoes, the beauty that is shown
A bundant acoustical atmospheres playing heavens tone
T imeless tall trees that titillate the aromatic air
H oofing hormonal horses mating their scented mare
T ropical topless tanning on the island of the blue lagoon
A lphabetical ascending acrostic’s that sing to the moon
K ookie kinky kisses that I shall receive from you
I mpulsive inviting incantations in our lovers brew
N aughty nightly nightgowns of witch you will undress
G orgeous genital gestures, that I shall soon caress.
March.09.2016
For Breathtaking Acrostic Contest
It’s her laugh…
Deep in conversation I share my comedic roots
Intrigued by my sense of humor she begins to laugh
At first just a gentle laugh that we shared.
Then her voice cracks, and breaks into an amusing snicker.
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild.
I cant help but laugh
But not the type of laugh I anticipated on giving her.
I wasn’t laughing at her.
It was of higher caliber.
The sound.
Even though the laugh ended it still seemed to titillate my senses.
It was as if her laughter echoed through my eardrum on past my mind and deep into an abyss.
The Abyss I hid my heart in a long time ago.
like the tight gate around my heart splintered open, just enough to see a sliver of whats left of the fragmented boundless beating confused Monster.
Just enough laughter made it through the abyss to reach into the cracked gate
Just enough to touch the monstrosity locked away.
Just enough to make it laugh… Something it hasn’t done it a long time.
They say laughter is the best Medicine and that perplexed me.
Laughter cant cure cancer. It cant prevent aids.
But It can suffice as a bandage to wrap around where it really hurts.
It wasn’t my laughter that did this.
It was hers.
I don’t yet understand why god gave her the ablilty to heal my wounds.
Maybe im not the only person she has this effect on.
Maybe god wanted her to save the world with her
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild laugh.
Its sound good don’t it?
But as sad as it sound I don’t want her to be the one to save the world with laughter. . .No.
I want that laughter all to myself…Just for me
I can still hear her laughing.
kelly anne conway
one might ask why she has not yet gon'way
absurdly, her flowing Wagnerian locks
still titillate the aging yet juvenile jocks.
you talk to me.
and i try to hear.
your words would know me
if my mind did not resist.
what do you expect?
that we should conflict?
that we should connect?
or merely titillate?
except we are from different worlds;
or rather you are from a world
and i am from no world at all
but the interstices of many.
my mind can not organize
for you to define in your cosmopolitan ways.
so how am i to speak
for you to see me?
or should i ignore you and recluse?
yet i crave you
and the presence of speech other than my own
to drive away the madness.
CLOSE CALL IN IRELAND
I once had an affaire de coeur with a foxylady, in fact a randy colleen
In Ireland with a tough older brother looking to punch me out.
But I cold cocked the rambunctious hooligan,
A real old blowhard who knew diddly squat about fighting.
Oh yeah, he had some mickey mouse gizmo like a nunchaku
But he was a shilly shallying, vacillating sort of bloke,
A tightwad nitpicker full of quintessential balderdash
(To put it politely),
And I just lambasted his ass. But, you know, with hindsight
He did almost usurp my dubious position with his sister.
Actually I rather think he was an incest-freak,
A what-you-might-call weirdo trying to insert himself sneakily
Into her good books, (and maybe also my gay books).
In formal language he was an aged interstitial gender-bender .
This stupid old codger tried to seduce me as well as her.
I didn’t acquiesce, didn’t dilly-dally hither and yon,
Like some ethereal dancer doing a glissade.
In the midst of an abso-bloody-lutely horrendous
Wingding of a drunken celebration
The pinch penny tried to titillate me
With his whole second-hand collection of pictures,
A great caboodle of ***********:
And that easy rider fuzzled me later in a jimjam party
And almost brought me out of the closet.
He was some Tallulah, let me tell you. . . . wow!
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it contains every word on the given list
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Entered in Debbie Guzzi’s Contest For Love of Language