(Elai:)
Then let the flame be the altar.
Let our skin crackle like old vinyl records,
looping the moan that ended time.
Let the kiss taste of ember—
the tongue, a brand;
the breath, smoke that carries
our names to where gods go to weep.
And when our bodies fuse
between passion and combustion,
I won’t beg to live.
I’ll beg to die with you.
So roast me gently,
my pyromaniac lover—
and in your fire,
I'll open like scripture,
page by page,
until there's nothing left
but holy ash.
Now light the match.
Categories:
make love, death,
Form: Free verse
She inhales the aurora,
breath laced with frozen with light speed
Pulsar fingers stretch through cirrus gauze,
her bodice bending like solar flares.
Astronaut
A quasar shudders behind her lips,
erupting across the event horizon.
Space folds—
she unspools like a nebula unraveling,
luminous in the underworld
aphrodisiac of your vanilla fragrance
Categories:
make love, allusion, america, angst, anxiety,
Form: Imagism
She snaps like a brine tendon,
spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf.
Tongues of nacre split her sides,
each vertebra strung with gravid silence.
Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift,
her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents.
Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis,
grinding up vowels like crushed coral.
Categories:
make love, allegory, america, angel, animal,
Form: Concrete
Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys.
Electrified abdomen dowels bobble and quiver. Balloons, gemstones, hot coals ululate. Feral cello cherries frost and educate potholes. They mold cracked roads into jagged mosaics of fire and ice.
Fractured aqueduct sprays liquid yogurt galaxies across the void. The tempest collapses bamboo paper cranes. It bursts ripe garnet figs. Savage harp lion roars. Untamed lyre berries chant anthems.
Categories:
make love, humanity, ireland, lost love,
Form: Free verse
A cello moans through cedar fog,
low notes trembling between her teeth.
Amber bowstrings tighten, vibrating against ribs—
wood groans beneath the weight of sound.
Resin clings to fingertips,
drawn taut over hollow curves.
Each bow stroke sharpens the air,
Splitting migraines into cascading cacophony
The final note—
held breath, a whispering overtone,
unraveled into stillness.
Categories:
make love, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
One Christmas tree light in a darkened room,
as 45’s spin you grind, shuffle or clap.
Slow drag songs passioned folks with Smokey’s croon.
Tell me now, can two make love to a rap?
Girl over there, “Oh Baby’s,” going too far.
Smokey’s singing and she’s on some boy’s lap.
Motown music reigns as conquering czar.
Tell me true, do you make love to a rap?
Sweet love, love, love made the disks go around.
Such poetry in the words they would sing.
Memories of tender moments in sound.
Tell me, is there passion in rap’s sting?
Love songs are slightly, in a social trap.
Tell me, true, do you make love to a rap?
Categories:
make love, change, love, music, rap,
Form: Sonnet
Every hammer needs a nail
Every tunnel needs a train
Don’t fly off the handle at every turn
Speeds increase to the unknown
Curves know their way around the bend
Stay on the rails as gravity sometimes pretends
A bumpy ride is up ahead on tracks laid down
“No return” stamped on tickets to the “void”
When the sun turns on its side at midnight
Sunny side up, turns to the camera lens
To view the picture very nice and naughty
Virgins understand the venture and the depths
Virgins depend on the end as their best friend
Leave it to the conductor for a smooth ride home
Leave it to his wife to finish alone or at least at last
Categories:
make love, appreciation, celebration, education, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal.
Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs,
Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force.
Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney,
Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass.
Weary rasps of elation caterwauling,
guttural sounds spilled from her chest.
Categories:
make love, crush, dark,
Form: Free verse
How can they make love when owl hoots,
In a deep forest, in nighttime pursuits,
With moonlight so bright,
They whisper, "Goodnight,"
To the owl, who just watches and toots!
Categories:
make love, love,
Form: Limerick
They felt elated, walking
on the grainy golden sand,
Hand in hand occasionally
Stealing a passionate kiss.
The evening’s first star shone
So luminous and bright.
The sea was so calm that night.
Little did they know
What was to befall them!
They found a secluded cove.
Love was abundant all around,
Until the earth shook in a quake.
Large tsunami waves
Carried them to their demise.
The ambulance came.
The nurses identified the corpses.
There they were on the beach
Still in a sweet embrace.
Must have been that freak tsunami
Someone wise said.
Another asked cynically.
Do ghosts still make love?
Categories:
make love, love,
Form: Free verse
I want you in my arms melting
Savouring my sweetness with your sense of smelling
Let's make love
Let me show you how deeply I am in love with you
Let me reveal unto your sexuality
The depth of my passion and skills
To...
Touch
Suck
Lick
And feel every part of your body
Let's make love
Let us allow the oxygen to do the talking
Give the atmosphere of lust a chance expression between us
Allow sweet but dirty words whisper in our minds
Let us allow our mouth, tongues and lips
Another chance to do other things aside
Eating
Tasting
And talking
Let us make love
Let us carefully but slowly undress each other
To see the magic, wonders and creativity of the creator's image
Baby,
Let us make Love...
©ABSOL
Categories:
make love, emotions, fun, heart, love,
Form: Free verse
our bodies dance in reconciliation to ease off past battles...
29 June 2022
The Art of Peace poetry contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Categories:
make love, art,
Form: Monoku
For every time I wake, another day
A chance there is to live another way
To right the wrongs injustice came to know
No more the songs of hate to be on show
Feel the world, heal the world
Make the love the weapon that’s unfurled
Oh, if we stop and take the time to care
Imagine if we took the time to share
To help someone we meet along the way
Put down the gun and then begin to say
Heal the world, feel the world
Make love the weapon that’s unfurled
Categories:
make love, care, hope, love, peace,
Form: Lyric
I got lost,
Lost in his eyes,
Colored black,
Deeper than the ocean.
His hands around my waist
and mine,
around his neck.
His body tightly pressed,
Getting harden,
Mine, soft as flower,
Could feel his pressure.
Making love,
He whispered softly;
"NEVER".
I got it,
"Never getting apart".
Today I understand,
All about "TRUTH".
Our truth is natural.
He is changed.
I am changed.
But never afraid of laughing on each others.
We cannot be who we were those days.
We were young and love was young,
Now,
Our love is matured.
But its also "TRUTH".
He is mine, I know.
I am his, he knows.
We hug and he still whispers "NEVER".
I smile and say" let`s make love again".
Love never gets old.
Categories:
make love, age, anniversary, appreciation, love,
Form: Free verse
I just wanna make love
I don't want to impress
I want to feel the feeling
That sets me off best.
I just wanna make love
Can't you tell?
Natural human desires
That exists so well.
I want to feel the feeling
Of being high above
The warmness that you possess
I just wanna make love.
Check this out
It fits like a glove
What's that you say?
I just wanna make love.
Categories:
make love, poetry, romantic,
Form: Rhyme
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