Best Unbridled Poems
We may not have the ability to find words
that match the intensity of being in love ~
the overwhelming happiness and emotion
that most of us long for, and dream of.
Sage poets of old wrote in their lines divine ~
Where love burns desire is love's pure flame.
Drink me with thine eyes, I'll pledge with mine,
a passion so unbridled, nothing will ever tame.
Love should forever be an adventurous journey
bridged with magical moments in exotic places
sharing intimate whispers of our desire and lust
and adoring looks of joy upon our sated faces.
Your look opens me like blooming petals of a rose
as tenderly you hold me beneath a moonlit sky.
It's then we meld, soul meets soul on lover's lips
and each caress leaves us breathless with a sigh.
You made my heart abandon its dwelling place
and nevermore will it be capable of returning.
It echoes in the beating chambers of yours,
a flame that you kindled and will keep burning.
I love you because the Earth turns round the sun
so if things on earth may be to heaven resembled,
then it must be a paradise on earth we've found.
We're bound in love, both joined and assembled.
Let not the gleam of moonlight, nor of sunlight dim
without words of love spoken in adoring synonym.
As Earth spins in harmony around the flaming sun,
we rise and fall together; two hearts joined as one.
August 21, 2022
The Meaning of Love Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
*In order, italicized lines are based on quotes from:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Ben Johnson,
E.E. Cummings, Percy Bysshe Shelly, John Clare,
Nikki Giovanni, and Aphra Behn
These days of changing values can be hard:
What once was just, today's considered wrong.
Some things encouraged now at one time jarred,
Abandoned now are values once held long.
Unquestioned rules and customs are eschewed,
And standards jettisoned yet not replaced.
What once was fixed has now become unglued,
While words which all revered are now erased.
But while injustices should be redressed,
Iconoclasm can exceed all sense—
When free expression finds itself suppressed,
Then tolerance becomes a sad pretense.
For though things change, some things stay valid still:
Light is not dark, nor yet is good now ill.
This sonnet has received an Honorable Mention in the Society of Classical Poets 8th Annual Poetry Competition.
The young generation, who believe in dissolution,
promulgating the manifesto
“tradition is the grave of the banality,
only solecism is the quickening of new life…”
yell upholding a flag similar to a bad check
which is unable to secure the needed guarantee for the debt.
They are sycophantic speculators hopping on the bandwagon
of the time, they are nothing but a product of a certain moment
of the swinging pendulum, their unfounded thought changes in consonance with the direction and the amplitude of the pendulum.
Although they think highly of themselves,
they assert themselves as the forerunner of the times,
actually, they are unbridled reckless colts jumping, hopping,
and running blindly in the wilderness.
They consider heteronomy as a shackle,
they, therefore, rush to a smithy and heat the shackles to cut it off,
they insist upon autonomy as the beat of the heart,
they, therefore, lay on the cold operating table to cut it open
to see the inside of the heart bearing an excruciating pain
but they found it full of red and blue blood
clotted in two atrium and two ventricles, the blood
contaminated with filthy and turbid human minds
which carried on from generations of generations
of past unchanged.
They try to ascend their thoughts, nonetheless,
above the traditional ones, it’s nothing more than
a word game, a disgusting prank.
Are they mad? Though they cannot even jump
nor have wings, they try to fly,
ah, poor generation, ill, crooked, lost,
who were not even touched by a drop of Medusa’s
poisonous blood, flap wings imitating Pegasus about to fly.
Bridle
Your self-control
Feeling all entitled
Running wild is your selfish goal
Freedom
A true artist gives everything
Multiple meanings,
So who is to say we live in the gutter?
True beauty
Stands unbridled,
And if you could freeze a heart
In place
With a smile,
Then nothing else matters.
Maybe it's your eyes,
The way they can draw attention
Like a ray of light
Leading toward a holy land,
Or maybe it's your hand
With its touch that lulls the restless
To the calm of a busy night.
Maybe it's your lips,
The way your words break the spell
Of a common imagination,
But somehow, I know
A sun shower may be as beautiful
As a torrential thunderstorm,
The beach view of an ocean
May be as beautiful as sin,
But God is always daring us
To look beyond the images
And beauty transcends the beholder.
I bet you would look good in black leather,
The kind that holds tight to skin
As if it were painted on
By the stroke of a brilliant artist
Clinging, like a dreamer,
To the side of a vision.
I bet you would look good in a summer dress,
One with a trim that keeps the hearts of men
Pumping wildly and wishing.
I bet you would look good
Under a bit of rope
And a side of whipped cream,
A sight that would only be comparable
To its taste.
I bet you would look good
In anything,
Especially nothing at all,
And should I be wrong
That your eyes could swallow me whole,
That your touch could bind my skin
Yet retract so easily
As I stand at the edge of my tongue
And I am teetering
As if I were on a diving board,
Looking over the sparkling water
And feeling as if I could drink you,
As if I could swim and give my sweat
To your bidding,
Then nature will run its course
And no one will ever know wiser.
A daring striptease,
To begin the rabbit hunt,
In our mutual joy;
Agog nipple breath fire,
To eventuate free suckles,
With active desire;
Abuse you to bite,
Kiss blend caress all over,
Raw initiation;
Ache for my wet tongue,
To satiate growing hunger,
In the love strikes;
Every piece licked,
To unwind new pleasures,
From twin petal lust;
Accosted juices mingle,
To fascinate ardent twist,
With in the quivers;
Adored sensations,
fingers to fist resistance,
In nature's talent ,
Adrift with passion,
Captivate you to my joy,
In our pure delight,
Touch you and provoke,
Each surrender with relish,
To our ecstasy,
Feel you all over,
As you yield to my magic,
In the bellowed peaks,
Pound you wickedly,
Baby the way you enjoy,
To wildly ride me;
Behold you to crave,
Unveiled climax with moments,
In lewd raptures
You are ROYALTY unique bathed in Jasmine scent
My love for you remains
Morning dew unchanged
Ceaselessly I will write LOVE letters to you in
The stars across a faithful sky
No sorrowful tear drop
shall escape your eye.
You will want for nothing
All will be within your grasp i
Conspire with the angles of heaven
For your heart is pure beneath a
Loyal SUNRISE good morning my Belove
My passion gallops
Without restraint
Reckless and free
Unbridled
Unbridled like me
If you can’t keep astride
Don’t try to rein me in
Gets your hands out of my mane
Or I’ll drive you insane
Nothing can stop me
It was meant to be
This passion
This fire in me
Unbridled
I won’t let you break me in
Confining me is a sin
I won’t be tamed
So…be ashamed
You’re no match for me
With your mediocrity
Lukewarm has no command
On potent sensuality
NO! I was born to be free
No care for a corralled society
A mare
Aware
I’m on a dare
Without a care
Watch my flair
As I stomp and stampede
Till I fulfill my need
Hooves tossed to the sky
Watch me fly
For you can never know
The strength of passion and so
Set me free
Let me be
My passion is like me
Unbridled!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
PS….I make no apologies for being a sensual person, a fact that is reflected in
my poetry. I’m tired of living in a society which is confined…a society in which
sensuality is defined by skewed parameters. If you find the content
distasteful….just scroll on.
fresh linen
and jasmine
gently caress
the air
sheets whisper
to the floor,
with abandon
searching lips
find an orb
traveling fingers
part the way
legs jelly
and feet tingle
the lighting rod
is stroked
all sane movement
ceased, tremors pass
into the centre of desire
shuddering I am loosed
a ragged breath
lifts wayward hair
slicked in lust
and splayed
I wished
I had a smoke
silky smooth hair
covers my face
hands on your head
we pick up the pace
tongue rides the groove
that runs down the spine
you moan ever softly
I'm crossing the line
tugging your hair
I kiss the back of your neck
all defenses now gone
what did I expect?
now under the sheets
things start to unwind
as I stroke you so slowly
your hips start to grind
sweat pooled beside us
let's rest for a few
I'll stay here forever
just staring at you...
Pleased as punch
This mother quite proud
Flips up her tail
Neighing out loud
Her gait so lively
Her head held high
This bright young fella
Once a gleam in her eye
Unbridled spirit
Feeling so grand
The spitting image
Of his dear old man
Romping through fields
Free of reins
Thundering hoofs
Flying mane
A frisky young colt
Like dad in his day
Who was quite a stud
They were heard to say
Then back to the barn
When day is done
This spirited young colt
Was born to run
Resting for a while
Batteries recharged
Chomping at the bit
A spirit so large
Such unbridled youth
Exuberance defined
This pesky young colt
It's his moment to shine
©Jack Ellison 2012
How long have I been trapped,
stuck in this prison wrapped
in a web of lies?
Screaming out to finally be heard,
I rip myself loose.
My unbridled rage quelled
only by the warmth I get from you.
My unbroken memories
serving no one anymore, are set free by you.
I am unleashed, unchained, unrestrained,
set in motion by you.
You've let me out,
and run away so now
I ask can I run with you?
Run to the bright oceans,
and swim through the liquid skies.
My mind unleashed,
in a sudden burst,
so I ask can I run with you?
Unity disguise
As broom to poster power
Poor distasteful claim.
Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs
deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna
paralyzed with dreadfully locked fear petrified
helplessly frozen as unsung hero(ine) twists
and shouts out for Godzilla (lame rival) to
rescue potential bite size hors d'oeuvre
buzzfeeding bottomless pit always housing
an appetite for consumption ready to eat a
horse so be calf full if daring to spring syrup
rise visit here, thee veritable wasteland, who
never knows beastial fierce savagery lashes
out to buildon kitchen midden reminiscent of yore
or Mayan garden variety primitive culture steeped
in human/animal sacrifices, the above iterated
summary approximating quotidian battle to escape
by skin of teeth (er dentures) this hubby dodging
hither and yon (considerably lame version, sans
all around mulberry bush...), thus right now
temporarily holed up within a rock and hard
place, since wife snoozing away before she doth
wrest remains of day lumbering to satiate her never
ending capacity to sock away (more like vacuum
up) every creature great and small, whereby she
swells up easily mistaken for lead zeppelin (many
a previous halloween with little effort donning
herself Das Hindenburg erupting flames for added
Unbridled passions inevitably lead one's soul into the torturous abyss of damnation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
13 June 2017