Best Undulations Poems
Loud we sway, those battle hymns
raunchy in bare light
Boulders broken are thrown wispy
Celebrating day
Some have lost pebbles, dancer's
glowing method
at last fortune
Blows us bare to rust mired blue
Our poison palms
Heavy coughs let moist unto
Salivation ringing
Whereby lust so proud gathers
Beneath potent sky
on borrowed time
We showered together so sweet
Wetted bodies in desirable greet
Each others hands roaming over our souls
Smoothed undulations meeting some moles
Me, I had only a few
But on my Missy, I found more when I viewed
To my knees I decided to squat
Up her body I joined them dots
With delightful touch I climbed
Having found three on her curvy behind
Then progressing up to her back
Six more then they started to lack
So now I have to head back down
Looking for moulded circles of brown
Past her thighs I'm now back on the floor
What a most interesting way to explore
The total I found was nine
Six on her back and three on her behind
This was such an interesting goal
Roaming our hands over each others wetted souls
Undulations of
She, as water cascades
In caressing touch
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she hung her sari out
on a hilltop clothesline
wisps of colours to the sun
playful lengths of silk
toying with the breeze
flowing swaying dancing
no fanfare no introduction no applause
just the unexpected gift
of an exquisite peaceful moment
of breathtaking beauty
on a sunny april morning
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on August 12, 2025 for contest 1403 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
Upon the undulations of this world, viscera of wandering silk,
Subtle, and their glimmer passes through impoverished rhetorics and lingering questions,
My attempts to find answers dissolve in a soul that oscillates in silence,
Hoping in a nameless future to find my bearing force.
I contemplate the shadows of the past, and feel how despair swallows me,
This twisted life, penned by destiny as a cruel irony,
But through whirlpools and storms, I await you, unwritten love,
To decode my cryptic map, to find the treasure hidden beneath my heart.
Man's quest often ends in vain in the search for truth,
We flee from its relativity that haunts and shakes our dreams,
Yet I choose to dress in the garment of time, to catch wings
And in the weave of our love, to sketch an escape from resignation, a shiver.
Let us love then, without questioning, without the cold weapons of reason,
Let us feel the warmth of life and bring into dance steps the promised age,
Wrapped in the fabric of time and of the love that made us find each other,
Let's leave the rhetorics behind, burn the perplexities in the flame that does not extinguish.
Let us aspire for our love to be like silk textures,
Ephemeral, delicate, and perfectly shaped by capricious destiny,
To surrender ourselves to the current of love, steadfast and full of zeal to be complete,
In a time to come, to overcome together fears and trials, guided by the moon's sigh.
Thus, my love, let us be enchanted by this waltz of existence,
Let us cling ardently and seek in every moment the truth hidden within us,
Let us face together the bramble of this life, with faith as the wind in our sails,
To defy fear and resignation, forever seeking love, the silken bond touching the stars.