to pamper such beauty one must remove the thorns first
She's sleek, elegance style her strive every
creation her beauty turn heads
Don't matter, big or small; love knows no
boundaries of sophisticated curves
She's hardcore independent dying be pamper
Cosmetic work of art in fine tune
Skin dripping heat of passion to love
Touch her nails gash sensation urge
To touch her soul, feel for want desires
cries freedom while looking for peace
Heart, pounding thirst she thrives quenching
She's lost, always searching her existence
Beauty of grace, extravaganza to existing
Why her soul weep lonely behind the grin
missing arms of tender love
The woman, creation to life and man but
to herself the image in the mirror
Down deep, fury awaits scorn mischief hidden
Beware, bite can be vicious or love like friend
I pamper myself so rarely.
This feels like luxury and spiritually fulfilling.
Recharged to face the world.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
Ah... time to pamper myself.
What's not to love about spa day.
Got a special date tonight.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Plunking around the pumpkin patch
A pumpkin said to me
Promise to put my pumpkins back
I'm down to only three
There's no plumper a pumpkin picked
The pumpkin smiled at me
But, your plump pumpkin picker kicked
That's why I'm down to three
I'm proud to produce more pumpkins
The pumpkin said with glee
Please protect from plumper picker
And set my pumpkins free
Promise to pamper my pumpkins
I promise more than three
Plethoras of pumpkins to pick
Is all you'll ever see
Deceptively handsome and keeping a few secrets, I am in a word...intriguing.
Honestly a bit sexy if I do say so myself...and I do.
I love the beach, in fact I make my home on the coast, absolutely love the islands!
Come and sit with me on the soft, warm sand and let me share my secrets with you...
I'll shower you with bouquets of chartreuse blossoms...
And pamper you with fruit, sweet as honey but with a hidden bite.
I'll shade you from the harsh sun and sing you to sleep beneath my protective limbs.
You'll feel the warm tingle of my love coursing through your body as you drift away...
I love you, don't listen to them...they’re just jealous...we are meant for each other...
You know I never meant to hurt you...baby, you made me do it...you know it’s true.
I Am a Tree Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
9/25/2025
I consider my hair my crowning glory
it is very very long blondish and straight
and I pamper it every single day
so, it is soft like baby hair
I have smooth and silky shampoo and conditioner
different types of scented detanglers
leave in conditioners for an extra silky feel
brushes and combs that will not break my hair
I wear very little makeup
just pink lipstick, blush, eyeliner and mascara
'cause I like a sort of natural look
I love how my hair blows in the breeze
and how it swings in dance class when I twirl
people tell me how pretty it is
even strangers will stop ask what I do
to make it so nice (I give it love)
some even say is it real
and I say just tug on it and you decide
since a little girl I have had long hair
I have pleasant memories of mom brushing it
sometimes, even braiding it
but nowadays, I just let it be long and straight
that's what I like . . .
Nature always
Create many
Beautiful things.
Looking around
Colors abound
Painting the fields.
Dust blue color
Brush the sky
Pamper my eyes.
Beyond blue sea
Sits orange sun
Horizon lies.
it is nostalgic for us to see
how the bulb mimics a flame
complete with the flicker and all
heart delights at the deception
because joy is innate to soul
we see no harm
in such indulgence
as we so pamper ourself
with sights most others miss
but we do have a cheat code
in the hum of bliss magnetism
cascading within organic form
soma nectar burrowing deep
enriching the now continuum
in an ethereal mist of love
flowing from God’s heart
straight into our own
rain pitter-patters 'pon
umbrella which turns
the hottest noon-day sun....
soft sand, gentle waves
pamper small aching feet
The vast sea of people
You look back for a moment
The vast sea of love
I have loved for a lifetime
Love, in the present time and space.
When challenge come
I make myself a priority
I call someone I can rely on
Go to a place to unwind
Breath sea breeze to refresh myself.
I love being spoiled
But not with gifts or money
I just need time
A little pamper and head scratching
Caressing attention and efforts.
Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles,
as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest,
sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot,
from deep well nagging torrents,
wounded sigh raw throat rush,
magma spewing ire,
ashen inkling,
cerise dawn’s,
gleeful
prompt
Eyes
dilate,
at lavish,
surreal sights,
froth rim cascades dull,
imagined sudden ache,
or dark traumatic imprint,
spritely bird chirp’s amber wing dive,
honeysuckles gloomy vocal chord,
to pamper for a while my strained quiver
Rabid mishap cluster in harsh pickle,
fuel soaked match hazard an idle spark,
to set wild utterance aglow,
yet gold wisps of heaven lurk,
they remould skewed instinct,
despite life’s burden,
sigh a tiny,
wound doused with,
simple
joy
Love is like a free bird that flies
Dare not to cage it, or it dies
Tie it, so not to go astray
But pamper it in night and day
You look at it as if it's gold
Treasure to cherish and to hold
Once it's gone, it may not come back
It's trace may leave you out of track
Polish it with damp of your kiss
Like something that you always miss
For its shine maybe gone someday
When all you show is sky of gray
her energy was going fast
there were too many have tos in her life
not enough get tos
I want to have joy, she told her mother
her mother was a sprite, a fairy godmother,
enthusiastic, the personification of joy
she said “throw out the have tos for at least one day.
Do not give them room in your brain or your heart.
Do what you want to do.
Nurture yourself
Pamper yourself'"
Great advice!
In my son’s house there’s a fish tank
Where there currently reside
Five fishes swimming happily.
(A sixth one, sadly, died.)
Today I noticed something new,
A little mesh-type cage
Suspended in the tank for reasons
I could not quite gauge.
Until I looked more carefully
And, much to my surprise,
Two baby fish were hiding;
As a tactic, very wise.
I learned their one-time siblings
Hadn’t lasted very long,
Being gobbled by the grown-ups
Which, of course, seems very wrong.
But we can’t judge their behavior
Or compare it to our own,
For we humans pamper offspring -
Well, at least ‘til they are grown!
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