Deflower Poems | Examples

Japanese Beetles

Don’t be fooled, they carry 
nothing of the Orient’s allure.
These voracious beetles,
if they had the appetite, 
might easily bring down 
the loftiest sequoia.

Depraved sexual deviants,
they deflower helpless roses
in broad daylight; and, like
Medieval artisans of yore
turn hardy zinnias into
empty-ribbed cathedral windows.

Their shells are hard like 
scarabs, but charmless,
slicked with an iridescence
cheap and tacky like carnival glass.
Eager to reproduce their kind, 
they feed and copulate 
at the same time.

Sex has never lost its need
with any creature on this planet, 
least of all these pesky beetles, 
so a potent sex attractant does
the job. And even in the heat 
of destructive flames, they go
at it mindlessly one last time.

Hooker

He mistook her for a hooker
                     And you bet, she’ll not forget
Thought she’s painted, she ain’t tainted
                     And for sure now, she is sore
       
As to whether wearing feather
                  On your thong is simply wrong
Or if lace around one’s face
                    At the heart makes one a tart

There are many for a penny
                         Who deflower by the hour   
And they’re mainly dressed plain-janely 
                 Better wake up, it’s a shake up!

Check your mirror, see it clearer
         It’s your mind, that’s what you’ll find
Stop expecting, start correcting
       Though she’s scented, she ain’t rented

Reveries

As silence fills the hour no meddling thoughts deflower   
I find myself inflated by a rush of night     
No words escape my lips no sound takes flight  
no poetry breaks loose beneath this mind's ignite; 
Within the rhythm of this time and space 
the tumult of my yesterdays embrace 

As darkness falls like a curtain of obscurity 
I pledge allegiance to the stars,  
and all the angels that guide me safely out. 
A hundred hours I can't replace in the safety of this place  
A hundred more I can restore for there is always more  
inside this beating heart that wants to sleep or live 
the sound of silence fills my ears and as my fantasies kick in,   
my reveries begin...

Accession Impressions

God wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it, 
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkeyGod wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it, 
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkey
To dazzle the curious populace
That might wonder if now its the time and place
To shed the over familiar embrace
Of a pale, stale, overripe monarchy
The media's wet dream fantasy
Filling front pages with hyper hysteria, 
'Did Andrew deflower a teenager under  the wisteria...?' 
What will it take for everyone to see,
He's no emperor and, without clothes on
He's as naked as you and me....

Natural Art

They said that is nakedness
I said that is my born physical form

They said that pollutes the environment
I said that is my love

They said nudity has no dignity in society 
I said that is my contemplation on God

They said, that is fascinating but makes depraved
I said that is a beautiful flower

Oh, don’t sever the flower
Don’t deflower, be natural and fair

Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee

Imaginary Lover

Trancelike moments linger as I bid my time  
a glimpse of angular contour,  a face a smile 
warmer then the melting sun his hand in mine  
surreal in dreamlike state, his touch docile  

as gentle as the rain that falls from heaven's lair 
he, my imaginary lover my ethereal beau 
is a memorized forbiddance, together we draw air 
as we dance upon cloud nine without a care 

Unreal as the twinkle of a star in heaven's realm   
those hazy moments spent, devour me whole  
they take me to a shadowy place beneath the elm  
where we deflower every kiss, then lose control.   
   

May 30, 2021
Sponsor : Constance La France 
Contest Name: Writer prompt - dreamlike

Tears of Terra

The carcass of a femininie beauty spend and done 
Lies unblissful beneath blood flowing nature 
As her chastity behind hidden bushes shatters 
Here we are humans, who have killed and still won...

Earth, Oh dear! Plead you not for casting your death lot 
Shalln't you know what men keep deal-sealed matters 
It's your nudity all that matters for our lifeless greeds
What you want, you seek, you die, bother us not...

Blood for bloodshed,  we want us purified by the innocent 
We go round villanious, annihilating; it's you who feeds,
Yet again,  we get back nowhere, weren't you my son?
Look around Oh Man! Don't you think it's time to mend...

Get back to your senses, there is nothing more to deflower 
Let's get ready for her funeral, keep burning the candleflower 
A final turning back, couldn't you lend a hand to recover 
Your'e a bad winner man, this isn't how you show your power...


( The carcass of beauty spend and done - William Shakespeare)

Exposure

Abreast in tank top

Seeds deflower battle myths

Red lace lingerie

Under shadow of turret

Flowing combat above doubt


Garland of poppies

Sword unsheathed for wild conquest

Guns orange roses

Heavy metal for comfort

White flag intimate cover


Make love and not war

Coronet for a bouquet

Tiara of peace

Sweet surrender in motion

Wreaths for a renegade cause


18th February 2020

Contest Let the Pens Flow Tanka Poetry

Sponsored by Jenish Somadas

Syllables checked howmanysyllable.com


Traditionally a tanka does not have a title, but I have to give one to submit the 

poem. I hope that Exposure enhances more than it may distract.

Love Letter From the Soul Xvi

Love,

It is not alone where fingers graze a cheek
that the softness of the skin is felt
when bathed and pampered
aloe'd and perfumed
the scent, in the stillness, is coming thru

glistening like the tips of the green green grass
freshly mowed 
with the sun shinning down
on a finely tuned ...
piece of pure imperfection

I'm clover sitting close 
where crimson's crushed her rose
laid in dirt, 
with the inklings 
unexplained
not complaining nor comparing

digging my way out
of another endless 
senseless hole

weed me out and wish me luck
deflower all circumspection
we can't give in
no we can't give in

disrobe me amid anguish
wash away the heartache 
and the pain
together, naked, 
we'll be born again

Woman

not a woe-man,
not cause of famine;
feminine gender for the world peace
after all
woman she is

delusively she thinks-
feeble, lacking in strength
from God to her a blessing!

she does not know
from the man
if she expects kindness with servitude bliss;
then licentious eyes make her gripping cheese!

o' you' the woman
the sword with love, with thorns the flower;
the power of man cannot you deflower
if you-
do not pray any kindness from manly cunning fair, 
do not shed a drop of tear by manly fear;
be the rebellious in right path and be the dare



-May 21, 2019 Chattogram

Regretfulness

strings of my heart pulled tight close to fracture 
seduced, captivated thoughts, memories 
unable to control hearts contracture 
start to examine minds directories, 

regrets flowing through souls blocked arteries 
underestimated your great power
her loveable virtues abilities 
didn't stop my evil need to deflower,

darkness falls yet energises resolve
to prove intentions was benevolent 
demonstrate needs for our love to evolve
convince my actions weren't malevolent 

now I crave your undying forgiveness 
without you, life's pitiful, no richness.

7/22/2018

Insanity

All I have 
Is you
Insanity

Hold me tight
Let go the fright
Too tired to fight

Insanity










Whisper
Gasp
Am I still here?


Insanity

Devour me
Deflower me
Detest me

Dead
In the grip
Of Insanity

Anthophoros

Love... 
it took away
my sight for life 
unheededly,
it rooted into 
the eyeholes of mine
till it reached my core of life;
the heart 
I already gifted to you.
You see, 
I placed it upon 
your very hands, 
and, for now on, it is ready 
to break out into blossom.
It waits for you to deflower it.

Hophni and Phinehas: Prophets In Disguise

The ark was conveyed to their Shiloh.
And there is their father's hollow.
Then they seized the medium to deflower
The virgin precepts of the thriving pillar.
They offered pleasant burning swimming incense,
That irritates the kings person in persistence.
And they abuse the power sheltering the cherubims,
Greeting mothers and damsels with moistured glottis.
They'd said "rain will not fall for decades."
But after those words the sky cries helplessly for the mirades.
Now they went to war drowned in pride.
And destructive death took them on ride.

They're still lurking in those axis.
Hophni and Phinehas; prophets in disguise are ordering practice.
     17:03:09:12:17

I'Ve Sought Comfort In My Own Depression

Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
A matriarch's girth to soothe at the head,
And await cataclysmic sensation

This shallow existence merely feeds on,
As one should deflower the newlywed,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

The calling evokes tantalization,
To slit or shorten with some shears the thread,
And await cataclysmic sensation

All sensory functions raptured for none,
Oh, my dear, bludgeon me with a spearhead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun

You rap at my door: a ****'s seduction,
Sweetness, repose in this conjugal bed,
And await cataclysmic sensation

Take another face -- you shall be kissed again,
A malicious perversion, a godshead,
Curled like an embryo, pour that good brun,
And await cataclysmic sensation

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