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Premium Member One Disastrous Dessert - For Contest

One ice cream sundae
Swirled with whipped cream and a cherry on the top
Sitting temptingly in a tall glass
But you were out of reach
I could see you through the window of the restaurant
Melting away in front of my eyes 
Like your life was ebbing away from you
With creamy liquid tears running down the side of the glass
Over time the cherry sank deeper into the velvety fluid
Until it disappeared into the thick goo
It’s blushing red cheek barely visible at the bottom of the goblet ...

ONE fire alarm spoiling one perfect moment

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The Nymph

A perpetual smile, 
Inviting, but enigmatic
It played on her lips.
Her eyelashes fluttering
Strands of wet hair
Neatly falling
From shoulder down
Covering her 
Irresistible heaves
Her bosom bare
Flashes of skin, 
Milky white
From under the water, 
Peeping mischievously
For those to see
But what’s this!
Couldn’t miss
A dark patch,
A mismatch?
No, no very slight
Somewhere in 
The voluptuous middle
Left deliberately
Almost temptingly
The bends, the curves
Hedonistic pleasure served
Her oomph,
A perfection
Is she the one,
We had read of.....
The nymph 
Of an idyllic world
Gorgeously lying
In a bath tub
A bit spread out,
A bit curled?
© Vijai Pant  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Nuance of Spring

I beckon nature to play her Symphony of Spring
when everything comes alive, revived once more.
When resident avian will have a chorus as backup, 
perched along limbs and branches of aged oaks,
arrayed in dresses the hue of sage leaf green.
All keen to witness the budding and blooming, 
the heavenly scented perfuming of the season
and the reason sweet nectar is temptingly teasin'
to the biggest hive of honeybees I've ever seen.

Willows will soon be sweeping nearer the flowing river,
the giver of life into which their tears fall as they weep.
Their slim limbs will quiver as they touch the ground.
In the distance I'll hear the sound of baby lambs baahing
and the la la laing of children's laughter as they run around
enjoying warmer weather; their cries of joy... unbound.

I'm ready to listen for the wind's soft melodies to play
in the evening as twilight falls at the end of the day.
Some say its then, night critters call in search of a mate
for the fate of their existence depends on the songs
they use to serenade the silvery moon all night long.
They will boldly sing when they take to wing,
always at the command of Nature. At her behest,
never in jest...an idle request when cicada awake
and do their best cricket knee mime to sound like
chimes clinking in rapid rhythm upon magnolia trees.

I'll focus with ears alert and constantly listening 
as I sit on my back porch swing, sipping sweet tea.
Gentle rain will have my flower garden glistening.
Frogs will ribbit in sync and fireflies will quickly blink
their taillights like stars hovering near the ground.
I'll love the sound of a loon calling to be romanced,
her seductive chant will be enhanced by the scent
of sweet jasmine blossoms. It's a time when everything
will become a part of the nuance; the beauty of Spring.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Decadent Proposal

She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke

Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically 
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity

His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating 
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice

The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization

However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed

This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis 
From Prey to Predator
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Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell

Premium Member of poetic reverberation

I saw him
Well, I actually heard him
Shouting
                       POETRY HERE
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SONNETS ON PARADE
                     ALLITERATION TROTTING BEHIND
                                         METAPHOR MOCKING THE MOONLIGHT

He waved his papers proudly
Temptingly reciting snippets
Spidery webs
Inviting the unsuspecting
To slow down
                 To listen

A few passersby gathered
Chuckling at the idea

Unaware 
          They had succumbed
                                     Altered their paths
Stood
      Motionless
                  Mouths a-gape
                                    Mesmerized
Ensnared
          In the gossamer tones
                                       Of poetic
                                                  Reverberation


Premium Member Signs of Spring Emerge a Newborn Lamb

It laves under the waves of warm sunshine,
a chill breath of almost spring- near weather 
deliver endless hope and yearn of the fruit vine,
her wee frame caressed by the moor's heather.

A look of silent wonder filled the sun
while it hung temptingly reaching natures
sweeping gold hayfield, light of day begun,
retrieving, renewing, reborn creatures.

Crepe myrtle delicate limbs dropped in size
with the weight of the vibrant pink flowers,
and the bees, as well as the butterflies,
taking full advantage of its bowers.

A breath beneath the sun and sky to drench,
hunger that only the sunshine doth quench.


3/9/2018
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

A Battle To Exist

Deep pain bores into scalp as eyelids struggle to open;
Glaring sun menaces eyes as they face the sky boldly.
First thought dawns on me like elixir; I'm alive!
The vast blue sky seems to smile upon my spirit holy.

Hands try to grasp hot sand as I wade to turn on stomach.
Pitiless grains escape between my fingers, mockingly.
In tremendous effort, I crawl to nearest patch of shade.
My heart pumps heavily while sweat oozes out profusely. 

Images flash; I'm pushed off yacht by lover unfaithful.
Mock inability to swim; I acted it wisely.
His satisfied grin is all I could see before diving.
Skills of past champion revived, I swam courageously.

This virgin island, is haven to me now; 
Life's strong in me! Branches I shove away, decisively.
Cautious exploration; Travelers trees welcome me.
With stick sharp I poke at it, water flows abundantly!

I do drink to my content and refresh myself while hares
jump around; I whisper to them and one stops daringly.
"Angel" I mumble as I follow it; on water melon I stumble.
Food! Hit with stone; humid sweet red flesh to wolf greedily.

Twigs, I gather and "SOS" I draw on the white expanse.
Angel from hole, under branched tree, beckons me temptingly.
A red bird hovers; branches dry and green, some Ravenala leaves,
enough to give me most desired tree lodge, marvelously. 

"Now, some thorough exploration." Angel nods approval.
Disgust filled heart softens and I long to hug her fondly.
On other side of island, I land in a rocky area.
Good heaven! Rainwater is trapped in a pond; so lovely.

The sun sets the direction and I venture inland.
Swarm of mosquitoes invade my burnt skin, voraciously.
I run like a mad to land among wild peppermint.
No mosquito here…repellent herbs! I deduce quickly.

Handfuls I pluck, to rub on my body at night.
My watermelon shell, now dry, serves me efficiently.
Pipik, my red bird and Angel watch "friends, how to light this tinder nest?"
Eureka! here, my heart shaped glass pendant gleams suddenly.

Settled nearly for a week now, hope never leaves me.. I'm to live!


2/02/17
2nd and 4th line of each quatrain has 14 syllable.
(checked on howmanysyllable.com)

Placed 4th on 6 winners (judged 7/02/17) Tropical Island by Shadow Hamilton
Form: Quatrain

The Auburn Lady and the Blue Night

Auburn lady envious of the blue night with its gleaming, capturing stars;
those rare diamonds, belonging to the silent and vast Universe,
you've stolen to adorn your undulating hair,
brushed by the July's harebrained breeze,  
so temptingly soft and adorably fair;
if no admirer or lover seeks you, can I offer you my first dance? 
Your melancholic look is fixed downward,
and you refuse to look above, nothing excites you tonight;
your external beauty cannot be resisted or ignored,
and will an harlequin, in his vividly colored costume, make you smile?
I'll play the flute brightly and make him dance to cheer you with his wit...
until your sadness leaves no sign on that sad face!


The shrill sound of the crickets can darken your spirit;  listen closely, auburn lady...
sing along with the blue night, while your musical tones become the chords of my harmony!   


Inspired by Edward Robert Hughes's painting: Night


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Verdandi's Plan

What’s to be?  You and me, 
brought together by goddess of fate, Verdandi..
Reverie ...our first night; 
your voice caressed me in a rose petal red cascade,
nuances of your soul 
as intoxicating as eau de vie brandy
as you sensuously swept me 
through the sultry sway of your serenade…


...so many years since, 
so many nights now estranged, so many ‘firsts’ forgotten,
was this part of Verdandi’s plan 
that our love is meant to be misbegotten?
What happened to your belief 
of our paths' merged by Divine intervention?
Was it ever in your heart 
or just your imaginary romantic invention...


Undress me and redress me!  
Atone my aroused body, heart and mind!
I’ll taste you, toast you, savor your wanton wine, 
inhale and breathe you in;
deliver me your ecstasies erotic 
to realms exotic I’d never find,
fill me, thrill me, strum my strings till I sing; 
stroke me I’m your violin.


Let me temptingly tease your rising tide 
and I’ll ride your wild waves higher,
embrace me, love me 
and together let’s revel in rolling rhythmic swells;
take me in your arms, 
pin me with your carnal charms and aching desire,
rock me, quake me 
shock me, shake me, I’m your lily-belle mademoiselle 

From Heaven to Hell and back again, 
take me, spin my world counter-clockwise.
Remember ...when your fervor 
first whirlwind-twirled me in a ravishment of ‘I love you’...
Satiate me, 
with a lust that grows and shows aglow in your elsewhere eyes,
rekindle us; 
it’s not too late, evaporate the cooling dew on heartstrings blue.


Susan Ashley 
October 2, 2017


~ Second Place ~
Love For Movie Screens Poetry Contest 
Sponsor: Silent One
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mother Nature

"Join hands to sweep clean of all dirt and preserve the pristine beauty of Nature to enhance the quality of living. If not, fear her lashing us black and blue"
-by poet

Nature, you are God’s lovely creation,
Dressed in grandeur, decked in regal beauty
You give us much scope for recreation,
Preserving your grace becomes our duty
Poets chant and sing in honor of you,
Sages withdraw to your silence serene,
Beasts and birds have found you as their sweet home,
Men find their sustenance and thrive on you,
Dales and hills – add to your bright sheen
The sky with its stars form your golden dome 

Dark forests and running brooks lend you charm,
Deep Ravines spell your profound mystery.
It’s our duty to save you from all harm
Sometimes you baffle with your trickery
Always kind you are, yet some brutish men,
Dismally assault you, they maim and mar,
They suck your life sap – they leave you dry,
They keep on committing sin after sin
Your beautiful frame, to pieces they tear
With their selfish acts, badly mortify


You were once so temptingly beautiful
You could amaze and take our breath away 
Looked so elegant, lovely and graceful 
In scenic beauty, you could proudly sway
You were Princess of royal lineage
Been decked in brilliantly colorful shade
But your thankless children carelessly spread
Toxic fumes, carbon and dirty garbage
And all your wealth they callously invade
They will ooze out your blood and cast you dead!


May.4.2022


Form O-Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Topic... Nature
Syllable Count-10 per line
Sponsor- Constance La France
Form: Ode

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