Anacreon the greek born circa 580 BC
loved to pen erotic poetry
alternating long&short in syllabic metric
lyrically untranslatable from the ionic
Categories:
erotic poetry, poets,
Form: Clerihew
I Am A Book
By David J Walker
I am a book of Unread pages
I am a book
I am a book Written in stages in
A travel log On a road called Time
With the foreign stamps Of Passport Ministers
Checking my credentials along the way
I am a book
I am a book Of unread scripture
With the lectures on faith
In staggered chapters and the
Tattered chronicled collections of
Odd jobs We have asked of a Loving God
Written in a foreign language
I am A book
I am a book Of erotic poetry in
Pictograph albums Scrutinized and analyze
Then censored By holier than me censors
I am a book
I am a book With pages numbered
And then sealed Its secrets to be
Revealed in full on an unannounced
Judgment day with Disputes left in the hands of
A Divine Defender
I am a book
I am a book
To be colored Everyday
Where the lines do not matter
Only the hue and The view
In which you see me
I am a book
I am a book Not to be left On the dusty shelf of
A forgotten library Rarely opened in a
Distant history I am a book to be read
And even if misunderstood To be savored
I am a book
Categories:
erotic poetry, allegory, books,
Form: Rhyme
I have written my fair share of erotic poetry,
but I would never post it here because of my use of profanity,
and I can safely speculate that readers here would view it as ***********,
but I will tell you this, perhaps somewhat pompously,
that I could give 50 Shades of Grey a run for its money.
Categories:
erotic poetry, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Shimmering over a glassy sea, a moonlight carpet beams.
My walkway high to a starlit sky of memories from my dreams.
There mighty Taurus, rip-snortin’ bull, lowers his horns for battle.
Naked on his shoulders Seven Sisters ride side-saddle.
Dazzling diamonds, blue-white ice,
blazing through nebulosity.
Merope mocked and mooned me twice,
twerking with faux ferocity.
“Begone now, mortal, from my sight,
who dares defile the very night.
Look down upon the moonlit glade,
bear witness to the mayhem made.”
Agape, the Pleiad sisters wailed while yonder Cetus spouted.
“The culprit must be caught and jailed,” the rueful Virgo shouted.
The heavens heaved, so much offended,
torn fabric of time could not be mended.
Then darkness fell like a clap of thunder,
were it not for Einstein’s Biggest Blunder,
the Universe was blown asunder.
Who once wrote “God plays not with dice,”
had not known anything of such vice,
said: “Reading erotic poetry can’t compete with cosmic knowitry.”
Submitted: 6/2/2019
Categories:
erotic poetry, universe,
Form: Rhyme
For this contest I’m asked to abide by the rules
and thus I sit and pen my thoughts obediently
but cannot check the renegade’s sweet rebellion
Limit cussing and cursing:
however I am told that people who swear are profound not profane
No erotic poetry:
but once Eros is tamed Thanatos prevails says a slippery Freudian
New poem:
yet life is a cycle and true stories have no beginning
Date name and sponsor:
A fig leaf instead to hide sensual muse
Cursory token when flipping salvation
Blame the prompter for devious words
Is imprecation blasphemous?
Is romance risqué is erogenous lewd?
Concession for praise where it belongs!
Conclusions:
I vow to wash my mouth with lubricant . . .
Copulation extrapolates couplets and rhymes . . .
I’m grateful for rulers because they help with the lines . . .
30th May 2019
Contest: What makes you flinch
Sponsor Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Categories:
erotic poetry, perspective,
Form: Free verse
At my age, I believe I live enough.
Except life is what you make it;
a mixture of personal experience.
I indulge in carnal pleasures
to hit a climax of an euphoric ecstasy.
The kiss from whiskey-
It’s rough and harsh while burning my lips,
yet it caresses my throat with a pleasant singe.
Another morning of awkwardness
with a wayward seductress.
She came and went like a thief in the night,
but we were entwined in erotic poetry;
a sultry confidante of my vulnerabilities.
Just another sip of fresh poison,
and I delve into paradise.
However, the intoxication remains the same
as I mesh with other restless strays.
We’re all on cloud nine at this party!
The lights, music and substances are plentiful
for the burdened and heavy-laden.
There’s rest for both wicked and weary here-
Lay your demons down!
Maybe I’m in need of absolution…
or I’ll continue to construct these thoughts as the room is spinning
Categories:
erotic poetry, addiction, feelings, introspection,
Form: Free verse
We've all seen it
their cloying intensity
to the new cause:
tobacco cessation,
gluten-free digestion,
mindful rumination,
deep cleanse elimination,
erotic poetry,
for the lucky
erotic reality,
alcohol abstinence,
Yahweh's deliverance.
And we can only
smile and nod
knowing
this too will pass.
Categories:
erotic poetry, change, november,
Form: Free verse
Melodies of desire have inspired the push of my pen.
You have become the fire that started my carnal sin!
Poetically I've searched inside me looking for an answer.
Ode's of sweet poetry about my lust that's attacked me like cancer!
Exotic dreams have taken possession of my very soul.
This confession of my obsession has gotten out of control.
Intimate thoughts of you feel my head, and I crave your touch.
Carnal thoughts of us in bed, and I never desired a woman so much!
Occupying my thoughts twenty-four seven and my mind needs a break.
Bewitched by an angel from heaven, and this has to be a mistake!
Sonnet's of the heart are composed by a burning need inside me.
Enticed by your art that continues to feed my erotic poetry!
Sensual poems written about you, making love first to your mind.
Seductively doing all I can do to show you this obsession is well defined!
Irresistibly your face lingers in my mind's eye that continues to intensify.
Occasionally you notice me like the rarity of a dragonfly.
Notably you feel my desire in my poetry, hopefully it's not for eternity!!
Categories:
erotic poetry, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passionme, desire,
Form: Acrostic
I wish
We could go back
To the way things
Used to be
When I looked into your eyes
And I saw my smile
Reflected in them
When conversation was fresh
Like the first time
Of our lovemaking
I wish
We could go back
To the way things
Used to be
When I arranged
Syllables of lust
Across your chest
When your tongue
Wrote erotic poetry
On top of my skin
I wish
We could go back
To the way things
Used to be
When arguments
Only visited our lips
And no needles
Were needed to mend
My heart
Back to yours
I wish
We could go back
To the way things
Used to be
Back to the time
When I never had
These words to write
Back to the time
When you remembered me
As yours
And I never forgot you
As mine
I wish …
Categories:
erotic poetry, love, nostalgia,
Form: I do not know?