Best Wanton Poems
That passion’s night, to make me sigh,
my love seized several beams from sky
and shaped a ring of moonstone bright.
To make me sigh that passion’s night.
My darling beau, to make me smile,
then star-shine stole so he could style
a necklace rare with diamond’s glow.
To see me smile, my darling beau.
Dear Valentine, to dazzle me,
took whitest pearls from twilight’s sea,
with starry strand to intertwine.
To dazzle me, dear Valentine.
My true love wooed with more than these,
not only sight, but ear to please!
Two birds he brought that softly cooed.
With more than these, my true love wooed.
With rose bouquet, with kisses sweet,
he made my heart then faster beat.
Artisan of romantic play -
with kisses sweet, with rose bouquet.
By all of this, in motion set
was what I’d never known as yet.
It burst, then flowed. . . Ah, wanton bliss,
in motion set by all of this!
(BTW, this is pure imagination, people!!! So don't be jealous!! hahaha
This is a form called Swap Quatrain, PD. Happy Valentine's Day to you!!)
For the Get your Valentine's Day poem in... any Valentine's poem will do.. (new or old) Poetry Contest of Poet Destroyer A
Veiled tears that shroud the night
amongst the thorns of beauteous light
the wanton rose that beholds her grief
lost and forlorn n this ageless keep-
Whispered of rain, wind, and sand
breathless thoughts in an ancient land
oracles of time that see her pain
listen to her heart, and invoke the rain-
Angels carry her on golden light
caress the dawn with merciful night
upon the wings of bloodstained cries
immersed in shadows that never die-
But once amongst the sea and sand
amongst the rose, the river free
born of golden days of silver sun
came the greatest man to ever be-
To one woman he gave new life
he kissed her heart and made
her his wife-
She thought of him as the stars above
her heart could not contain
all the endless love
her life for him
on the wings of a dove-
You know what I want:
sweet love prompted lust
It's not fueled by greed
but cushioned in trust
A need to connect
Forget what's not right
It happens right here
when day enters night
It happens just when
you come to possess
All else disappears
with tender caress
A sphere of delight
brought on by your kiss
the ripples expand
and bear me to bliss
it happens just when
you thunder in me
sensors scintillate
you set this girl free
You know what I need
your smile tells me so
my eyes take a shine,
my body a glow
I'm yours, for your love
Seeps deep in my core
This rhyme testifies:
It's you I adore!
Eileen Manassian
When life’s traffic yearns for wanton climb,
I unleash as a gypsy of summertime.
What Makes You Tick Contest: Serene Roberts
by nette onclaud
"The Wanton Rapture Blazing"
I hear you in the ribbons that sing
tied to poles of gallantry where charged
with acts of misadventure love carried me
to your walls, I wrote on them then, as I do now
to trace each mark, each a scar on the other's groove penned,
a key for the turning buried deep in a forgotten heart
revenge does not exist there, it lies in state numbed
on the boundaries where ruined territories whisper, best buried
never to be found again, what judgement made you misadventure,
to seek me here, standing on the other side of inside out exposed,
with my runes tempting futures with an inner fortune split
and rendered aligned with waning moon, we call to each other like loons,
you seem to be full of the Icarus waxing lyrical, billowed you, approaching
the all seeing I, your valentine downfall, the wanton rapture blazing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Valentines Day
“Bayonne”/ Elysian Fields
https://youtu.be/6XSekP_8Gp8
Inspired by Petrarch’s
“To Make A Graceful Act of Revenge”
https://petrarch.petersadlon.com/canzoniere.html?poem=2
Petrarch
(Francesco Petrarca, 1304 -1374)
Philospher, Poet
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petrarch
LYRICS/ “Bayonne”, Elysian Fields
https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-bayonne-lyrics
As the undertow is pulling me down
With your cross examination
I'm receding in the teeth of your plow
But I won't dig my own grave
As you're twisting every word that I say
There's a snare in the forest
Under brush where you want me to play
But I won't dig my own grave
Listen no more to these words I speak
Whenever they have been preceived to be
Dipped into the tissues cup, of bitten agains tainted truths....
Hear me sigh this breath of deepened remorse
Within these pangs of fleshes amissful regrets?!
So turn from me, if beyond my soul your eyes have met
My plague; my thorns; buried in these broken bones
This slashing upon my face
That from my birth has maimed my very world....
These splinters, of my own frailties of weakness
Tantalizing and piercing, innocent and beautiful hearts!?
But I did not ask for this curse I said
And as Paul once did, many centuries long ago
I pled with "My Father," to please remove this from my sorrows
Oh that I would have been born a crippled or disfigured I pondered
Rather, than to hold these temptations scars....
So please, turn from me if within this mirror you see
The sickles of carnals slaughtered
Rising from the ashes of its smitten burning pit?!
For all I have ever longed for in this life
I have watched crushed, by the image of this reflection
Which buries it blade deeply and unremittingly
Into this why me paved heart....
This portrait of pretty; which melts within its bidden pain
Since the days that I can remember; the crumbling of stars before my sight
Dissolving my spirit, into this crows foot cauldron
Of the bewitching darkness' very own brew!?
There is only one hope within this life I find
And it shall never be found, within this enigmatic skeletals body....
Break these fetters and shatter these eyes "Dear God;" these orbs
Shackled; that I may live, beyond the burning of this rotting corpse?!
Listen no more to these words I speak
Whenever they have been perceived to be
Dipped, into this grave of the craddles repose
The temptations of hades wanton, and, bloodied....
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...."Flesh!?"
He was born Alex Wanton Wells -
A healer of the incurable and a remover of spells,
Died chasing his insatiable appetite for quails;
He’s not there, for he kicked the pails!
your lips touch mine
hot breath, warm tongue
soft and playful,
a smile and force as you take them like you own them
passion from your mouth igniting my fire - your hands slide up
my shoulders, my neck, behind my head,
your lips press harder,
tongue becoming my own as you explore my mouth ,
pausing to look, to watch me
as shy smile, a nod, and you take me again
fingers sliding down my spine,
you know and understand the space,
the pressure needed
finger tips, a firm drag as I arch back, wet from the sensation
gripping you, nails firmly pressed into your shoulders
your tongue digs deeper into my mouth
firm embrace to enjoy you
as the need is to back away,
you hold tight, close, and touch me again, again
deep breaths, struggling with control
you slide your lips down to my neck
a firm suck and I'm wet again
hips and pelvis convulse I press against you hard and firm
pull you closer
your strong embrace maintained
our bodies like one, primal, lusting
my mouth explores your shoulder, biting and kissing your neck, as you lean in for more
hot breath on your ear,
I graze my tongue over your ear,
breathing, tasting your lobe,
my tongue across you neck, collar and down,
kissing your chest, I pause to watch you
the eye contact,
the yearning,
the need hungry,
smiling
Wanton desire
She likes young boys
Plays with them like toys
And with their boiling testosterone
They kneel before her throne
Always yawning for more
She mockingly and sexily dresses
Her body half naked and searching
For the wondering eyes of the boys
Provoking their dark desires
As they come to her scrambling
She drives a black limousine
With enough space to commit her sin
She makes them drink bear
Just to kill their conscience
Then uses them without being cautious
She likes them wild
Strong like a young stallion
Their hearts strong as a lion
With so much energy yield
Courageous to adventure into he world
She gives them gifts
Attends to them in shifts
Leaving them to believe
She loves them when she does leave
To attend to another in need
She is a wanton woman
Always ready to hurt and harm
The young generation of man
When they fall freely in her arm
She is a predator with patience
Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce
In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to be grilled in pain
Phillippa's diction wrapped wholly in self progess
Dripping honey hands rubbed despondent
Caused fragile faith to cluster beneath her caress
Pleased moans drown clandestine wanton
Balmy endearment seeped from lascivious tongue
Money fled cheerfully from them as echoes
Sweet sway, her silky serenade, systematically sung
Stifled sage judges amidst ravenous shadows
2020
6th December
- sickness caresser -
Written for Contest 'Faith Healer'
Sponsor:
Kai Michael Neumann
May the breath of God's progression saturate your soul?
His Holy kiss creates us
His arms and hands embrace us
Rest in Him be ever still in His will
4/30/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
"Dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes!"
"Love is pure and wanton and free!"
"Time shared is never wasted!"
"Time is "Open" fleeting!"
"Death follows us all!"
"God sings cries out!"
"Share this hope!"
"Horde not!"
"Love!"
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"Love!"
"Horde not!"
"Share this hope!"
"God sings cries out!"
"Death follows us all!"
"Time is "Open" fleeting!"
"Time shared is never wasted!"
"Love is pure and wanton and free!"
"Dead leaves scatter aloft the breezes!"
Desires heightening
Throbbing passions pulsating
She pleads for release
The year is two thousand and fifteen.
I have trodden the earth for nearly three decades;
Living life the pompous style of a teen
Unaware of the seasoning throes of age.
It could be a mistake or just some tasty style,
Although either from the other I wont know
Till I’m overrun by age and I grow old and senile
And perhaps rue my folly all the way to the grave.
Admit, I cherish the temporal highs of well-matured booze
And crave the ageless rubbing of delicate thighs;
Not anything of these two sinful natures would I ever refuse:
I leave not a sensuous thigh unrubbed, nor any brown bottle uncorked.
I have not tamed a single appetite of youth,
And with all my cravings let loose on the world
I fear I might have mocked the way of truth,
And feasted on the forbidden fruits of this earth.
Regret is not part of brave-living folks
And thus will not change a turn as years roll,
Even if I was granted to rewind the clocks,
I still would live the same wanton style.
Clouds loom drifting, passing by,
The west wind gently tempts them on
Though no one knows what cause them cry
And no one hears their pleading voice
As all their acid tears well dry.
Snowy white, in rank and file,
The south wind warmly glides them far;
Smiling wryly all the while
Natant high above the earth
Ambling on, mile after mile.
Alluring to the offhand glancer
The east wind briskly chafes them forth
Skittering like the showtime dancer
Yet hidden deep within their breast
A growing rude and covert cancer.
But nature's wrath will bid her toll
The north wind casts the clouds astray
Freezing, breezing, pole to pole,
The stricken, tainted, wisps will wane ~
Dare no one care to save their soul?
So now as time is dwindling low
As the ill winds clime their worst
The poisoned rains, in flooding flow,
Rape our land to end mankind ~
And still, the winds shall wanton blow.