Written: July 17, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Quote: "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words," By Poet
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It glides—not gently,
but akin to a scrupulous scalpel,
a syllabic salve for rusted throats
and trapped desires.
It drips down the well of grief,
melting into metaphor,
softening jagged memories
into pains that are easier to bear.
This poetry is not serene.
It is slick with secrets
and greasy with grammar's
serpentine filth,
and sentences thrum
through the engine of anguish.
You utter the words,
and the universe starts to shift.
A bearing in the brain,
a balm under the bruises,
and syntax strung, such as silk
between broken cogs of memory.
Each line is dense.
Each verse unwinds—
caught in the hinge of desire and pain.
Essence of the oracle,
gleam of refinement.
Let it spread:
a rhythm that caresses,
a mouthful of taut truths
seeping through the snags of silence.
Perfume of the finest kind
Doing something to my mind
On you the lotion smells so good
I'd get closer if I could
Your skin's so soft I do surmise
I'd love to stare into your eyes
And whisper words so delicate
I'll wait until I can, not yet
I think about you every day
In every kind of thinking way
You're beautiful beyond belief
A snow globe in a Christmas wreath
A porcelain doll from Tiffany's
Let's breakfast there across the seas
In France the sun sets just like here
Go with me there one day, my dear
soft snow on the beach
cherry lotion therapy
ocean happier
My feelings well up from inside
Suppressed no more, this side
Every deed now with emotion
The balm of a healing lotion
Stuck no more in sterile talk
I am on the freedom walk
Free from being trapped
Now in territory, unmapped
What do I now really feel?
Like a rewound movie reel
Like a volcano rumbling
Buried feelings now bubbling
By Parizo Van Thulare
poetry my collection
Poetry my connotation
You brought me the greatest inspiration
Yet i smile with satisfaction
Poetry my Luncheon
It's my mind you hunt like legion
Its you all over my neurons
Poetry my daily lotion
It's you all over my epidermis
Flowing down with sudoriferous gland to my dermis
I'm glowing in complexion
Poetry my Rendition
The reason i smile in inclination
You my elevation
I'm down with you until extinction
Love : A lasting lotion that liberates the limits of a lonesome Life.
6-Feb-2018
Contest: ROSES ARE RED - One Liner
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
Horn Limerick Lotion
When you want to create quite a commotion
Along with much love and a lot of devotion;
Ready get set,
Go and goal met;
Have to read poem called Horn limerick lotion.
Jim Horn
something about my life
like white lipstick on darkness
the roads i took are stained with the blood of regret
however i must go on
something about my life
like white lipstick on darkness
the paths i took are flooded with the ocean of my salty tears
however i must go on
something about my life
like white lipstick on darkness
the decisions i made are branded laughingstocks demoted to court jesters
however i must go on
something about my life
like white lipstick on darkness
the results i ended up with are the primary inspiration for many for what NOT to do
however i must go on