Best Want Poems
**"And his name was Jack"**
No one perceives what abides above the clouds.
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs.
I demand to see and feel before I believe.
A castle, a dream…. I want the magic beans!!!
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I'm the daughter of a farmer.
I have a donkey to ride, a story to tell.
“Jack and the Beanstalk” my favorite tale.
Once upon a morbid dawn.
I inhale a tiny simple yawn
Like the morning sun levitating over the farm,
I rise towards the village square to sell my ass
Along the open path, my ass and I desired a drink.
Near the rustic river,
I'd seen an old Englishman, sitting on a log.
It looked as if time was approaching his brink.
In his hand, he had a sack.
A bag, a bag, embroil of ivory and black.
His eyes were not from this ground.
His body fragile - it uttered a moaning sound.
He was of dirt.
I was pure.
He pledged his life to me.
I debated .... with many thoughts,
Although his eyes...
My eyes... Will never meet again.
"I want what's in the bag!"
In a gasp, he whispers,
"I'll give you anything for that ass.
my legs and bones can’t hold up on their own!”
I knelt down to where he sat
Smelling his essence of rot
I reached forward and grabbed his baggage
He griped, "This bag is all I got!"
I answered, "And this sir is a fine ASS!"
He replied, "I have no cash."
Scowling at him, “NO I want your demon seeds!"
My blood grew thin...
Inhaling and exhaling - his sin
The old man all shriveled and timeworn,
Proposed the birthright of the seeds.
"Yes, plant them! Plant them!"
I cried excitedly!
He pats the field.
Said "there I am done,
now clock as it expands"
To breed this story short...
He dispenses his seeds.
AND, I GAVE HIM MY ASS.
BY;PD
where crystals gleam
i want to lie
where the scented lily opens
reveals its stamen
tender as babies breath
as unavoidable as our sun's and moon's provocative union
as desirable as a cooling whisper on a hot humid day
as necessary as the blistering heat
a dream yet to be dreamt
in my wanting
an explosion
an us reality
you are the joy of laughter
boxed, wrapped, gifted
all the gems of no monetary value - priceless
moments absorbed fully
womanhood sings
and i respond in kind
climb beyond frozen minds
where pianos open
radiate warmth
cradle purity
my will nestled in the notes
where crystals gleam
i want to lie
July 25 2016
Maurice Yvonne
One look at you – that’s all it took
Your long long legs that seem to go on forever
Those eyes staring at me
All I feel for you is revulsion
Hate – it’s a horrible word but I simply detest you
There will never be a place for you in my life ...
Goodbye
Then I flushed the spider down the plughole!
26th March 2015
I want to see that look
That shows the coming rapture
The face of wanton need
Passion's hungry capture
I want to see that look
Testament to lover's game
To know it’s all my doing
unleashing the untame
I want to see that look
Of sheer helpless submission
Knowing that your release
Is timed to my discretion
I want to see that look
Euphoria’s induction
That plea for more and more
A primal need production
I want to see that look
In hungry naked eyes
And hear those trembling lips
Supplicate, moan and sigh
I want to see that look
Before you’re blown away
Exquisite ecstasy triumph
The signature seductress way
I want to see that look
I WANT to see THAT look
Then I can taste my pleasure
For giving you satisfaction
Brings mine on beyond measure
Eileen
What men want
Pretty, dangerous things
Things that smell sweet
Things that bite
Things that quicken their hearts
They think that’s what they want
Until they don’t
Until they lose what they have
Until they realize
Realize that appetites are dangerous
Appetites devour
Appetites destroy
What men want
Is to go home again
to be with a woman who loves them
A woman who respects them
A woman who adores them
But she no longer exists
She has seen his treachery
She sees what he lacks
She now despises him
What women want
He no longer possesses
Men search for heaven
While making their way to hell
Her fury aids him on his way.
Submitted to John Hamilton’s Free Verse contest.
"I am my father's daughter and I am not afraid of anything."
Quote by - Queen Elizabeth I
I want to be the person my father was, kind, forgiving, loving and faithful.
He was a man who loved nature and taught me everything he knew about
the forest, the foliage, wildflowers, birds and creatures, and of the seasons.
I want to be that kind of person who loves nature and works to preserve it.
My father loved quotes, had one for every situation. I love quotes too
and realize now how fitting his quotes were.
He took me on hikes, like wilderness vision quests. Up mountain trails
to the top and we would camp under the stars, and follow streams.
I want to be that kind of person too, who is not afraid to go into the
unknown without fear to find myself, to be spiritual.
My father had amazing ethics, was a good husband and father, and friend.
His co-workers spoke highly of him. He was a hardworker, I want to be like
that, he had goals, I have goals, he taught to me to leave things the right
way, to never run away, but to turn away from a fight, a stronger person.
He was not a writer, but loved listening to me read him my poetry, he
was encouraging and a good listener, I think that I am too because of him.
Father was quite a storyteller, well, I am too. I could listen to his stories
forever, mother said only half of those stories were true, but I did not care.
I took his death hard, like a part of me was missing, a forever wound,
until I realized everything father had left me so I could grow into me.
Dear Youth, I know that many
of you are floundering.
The world is so uncertain now
and sometimes so unkind.
It was a simpler time
when I was in my youth,
yet still I went into life’s fray as if
I wore a blindfold on my eyes!
Things didn’t turn out terribly for me,
but I had dreams left unfulfilled.
Sometimes I think of those that I have missed.
Be true to who you are.
That is one thing that I’ve always tried to be.
It’s seen me through sorrows
and helped me more to enjoy my life.
But I would add to that at least this one more thing -
this final slice of my advice.
It’s one that no one really ever gave to ME:
Think long and hard about the things
you really truly want.
Focus on those things - or at the very least -
focus on the one thing you want most.
Once you know what you want,
imagine it, just really picture it, and then . . .
simply go for it!
Dec. 17, 2020 for Edward Ibeh's Your Advice To The Youth Poetry Contest
Let me tell you a story....
of a little girl who didn't want to be a Princess!!!!
it happened a long time ago, in the life of an adorable girl of seven,
who lived in the busiest humming city, enormously crowded.
a gentle dreamy-eyed girl, who chose secret corners to read,
and play with her cherished dolls' house, which her father built.
as it happened..her father found a job..and it was an idyllic countryside,
excitedly she followed family, felt fortunate to be close to nature.
a fairyland of her dreams, a picturesque hamlet surrounded by lush fields,
lived in a cottage encircled by a gorgeous garden, bird-songs, and swings.
she went to the village-school, which was a mere walking distance,
carrying her backpack, water bottle, and books she needed.
her father was the powerful manager of the local textile mill,
where most of the villagers worked, and earned their living.
all the children glanced at her as if she were a Princess,
but this soft dainty lass craved to be purely one of them.
she noticed...those children were walking barefoot to school,
no backpack, no bottle of water, no shiny expensive clothes.
end of the day, she returned home, and declared to her caring parents,
"I don't need the backpack, bottle for water, or the stylish shoes...
starting from tomorrow, I am going to walk to school barefoot"
her parents were shocked, but didn't disagree with her at all.
from the following day, the warm friendly girl of seven,
felt totally comfortable and undoubtedly right, with her decision.
all children were frolicking with her, no more was she a distant Princess,
she was their delightful friend...sharing the same life they had in the village.
she still remembers those eyes which sparkled with wonder at the way they were accepted,
a lifelong memory was created, the gesture kindled a feeling of oneness.
April 16, 2022
For N - Form Narrative - New - Poetry Contest
Theme:Life
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
l know you not, you don't know me
You gave me praise my poems, you see
We seem to click right from the start
My breaths draw in deep and races my heart
Your contact I yurn impatient I grow
You make me tingle from head to toe
I wish you were here with me just now
My bed would be warmed I'll show you how
Why do I want you so much that I hurt
To touch your firm body gentle and pert
You have so much power I cannot deny
Rhyme and reason you seem to defy
I feel your love calling my body so weak
The fact I don't know you am I a freak
Am I just dreaming my feelings seem real
Just tell me you want me your heart I can steal
Maybe I'll meet you no longer a dream
You'll milk me of love to flow like a stream
When two become one just for a while
We part like we met but with more of a smile
I once dated a pilot …
We both had our head in the clouds
Our relationship lead to a lot of turbulence -
I guess it never really got off the ground!
I once dated a glazier…
He thought I would be putty in his hands
But I could see right through him…
He was constantly smashed
I once dated an undertaker…
He knew he had stiff competition
I couldn’t cope - he was always ‘coffin’ when he picked me up in his hearse
He had no sense of humour in fact he was dead boring
I once dated an angler
The thought he was a real catch…
But the scales soon fell from my eyes
As he was obsessed with his flies
I once dated a footballer
He thought he could score with me
Told me he had great tackle…
But it was just a load of balls
I once dated a fishmonger…
He thought he was cod’s gift to women
He invited me back to his plaice…
Where I found out he was really a cold fish
Submitted to 101 poems in a row
Sponsored by PD Linda:-)
15th April 2016
I want to skinny dip in pools of your eyes
And dry myself on lashes bordering there
I want to slide on lush plush of your lips
Then fall asleep on pillowed warmth of cheek
I want to reach the hollow of your chest
And camp above the rumbling of your heart
I want to flirt with fingers of your hand
Then cloistered be, wrapped safe inside your palm
I want to enter world of waiting mouth
Explore and ride the wet waves of your tongue
I want to dance along what makes you man
And tease and please and swirl around and round
I want to course through rapids of your veins
And then set fire to sanctum of your heart
I want to glide and dip in every breath
And sail the glorious sea of dreams and thoughts
I want all this and then I want much more,
For, darling, you're the one whom I adore
Eileen Manassian
It’s our second date.
On our first date we talked until sun rise
all I wanted to do was to keep looking at you,
to keep looking at your lips,
to keep looking at your eyes,
listen to you attentively.
I should tell you
I was resentful
of the morning light
placed a dot
on chapter one
of you and me.
This time we start our date
at my favourite restaurant.
You tell me you love it.
We dine in the divine atmosphere
of two strangers slowly becoming friends.
Your laugh sends joy
back to my past,
through to my future,
your laugh is my joyful present .
Your smile hugs my body.
I think you may be the one.
Then I wonder if I spoke my thought out loud.
Coincidentally you suddenly hold my hand
with both of yours
as you speak to me looking at me eye to eye.
I swear I want to die,
now,
in this perfect moment,
in this perfect us.
I don’t remember leaving.
I do leave
but this time I don’t feel alone.
This time I feel you with me.
I start to laugh happy in this silly me.
I paint you from memory
on the retina of my eye.
I fall asleep
just to
visit you
in my dreams.
04~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
I want a piece of chocolate cake
Oh and a delicious piece of cherry pie
I want a piece of that place called Fort Knox
With all those pieces I could afford a lot
I want a piece of that lady over there
In her haute couture she saunters with such flair
I want a piece of the clouds in the sky
I just want it, don't ask me why!
I want some tiny peace of mind
To have some pieces left to be kind
Then I can give you a piece of Art
A piece I promise comes straight from the heart
You crept into our lives
silently stalking
like a cat burglar in the dead of night
invading every aspect of our world
Robotic treatment by the Da Vinci Machine
operated by a skilled surgeon
removed this blight from our lives ...
yet lurking in the back of our minds
your memory remains
Cancer, you violated his body
but in a strange way you were a blessing
by giving us a stark reality check
We appreciate our days on earth are limited
and cherish every second
living each day to the full
Of course we are realistic
one day you may return
but we will do battle with you again
victory will be ours -
and once more you will be a distant memory!
10/5/18
I visited mum today
as I do almost every day
She greeted me with open arms
And then says
‘I didn’t think you’d come ...
I thought you had fallen out with me’
Yet
Yesterday everything was fine
and it was fine the day before
and the day before that
‘oh it must have been one of my hallucinations’ she says
Then she happily takes my arm
as we walk slowly to her room
We then take turns playing memory games
A B C of places, boys names, girls names, countries, towns and cities,
fruit and vegetables, birds and animals, occupations
In fact any subject I can think of to keep her brain active
Then suddenly ...
she jumps from D to J
and has gone back to the previous category
I take her hand
and gently remind her what comes next
then we continue to play quite normally
The time comes for me to leave
I kiss her goodbye
I say 'see you tomorrow' ...
and with that I leave
As I walk home
I am not conscious that I am crying
But ...
I am aware of my tears
which drip down onto my coat -
Thank goodness it’s waterproof!
Over the last five visits
When I’ve left mum’s room
My tears have fallen
I guess I am grieving...
not because she has died
but because bit by bit, ever so gradually
her memory is slipping away
therefore I am losing my mum as she once was
Today is my birthday
I could not stem the flow of tears
25th January 2020