Plunders Poems | Examples

Passion

Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect 
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement 
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse  
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders 
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust

Early Morning Loving

Asleep you turn and reach for me.

Your body stretches lithe and lean

I feel the warmth of your strong arms.

When captured in your fond embrace.

My deepest senses you awake?

Marshmallow melting in hot chocolate 

Is my stomach when you are near. 

A humming bird's wings, as it plunders a plant, 

Is my heart, when you hold my hand. 

Your presence assaults my very senses. 

The sight, the sound and scent of you 

fill me with desire. 

The taste, and the touch of you, is my reward. 

I am utterly under your spell.

Trash Trucks

Chirpy birds disturb my deep sleep.
Sky pastels reflect in a somber ashen tinge.
Sun seems to be lost in a floating mist,
cloaking wet slates and chimney smoke.

As lamp lights reflect upon puddles,
poured into uneven pavement slabs,
it seems like an abundance of angels,
wept like irritated insomniacs overnight.

In the backdrop of contemplation,
a trash truck thunders and plunders,
with boisterous waste collectors,
wheeling bins into its hungry mouth.

Sky paints in an apocalypse aura.
Mind is intrigued - pondering,
if only it wasn't just palpable garbage,
that was taken away and forgotten.

His Daylight Unclogs

He shoulders his heavy mind,
hunched under a dripping umbrella
of anxieties.

Dogs avoid the puddles he makes,
minor ponds of sniffs and scuffles
that he takes with him always.

He has a pocket handkerchief
that blows his nose
when the laden air
plunders his sinus's.

His has become allergic
to himself.

Quite by chance
a new airy broom
sweeps away
the damp clogging's
of his fusty brain.

Polar bears appear
within his inner eye,
they bring oranges from Florida,
fruits that will not ripen
in his own dark and crusty world.

Folding the black saucer
of his umbrella,
he un-puckers his brow.
Head-up, he side-steps.
his musty mood.

Poodles and pugs
play in the pools of his former
bothersome drippings.

History and the King

His arm never weakened when holding his sword.
His courage never vacillated on the battlefields.
The valorous king was victorious.
His soldiers were covered, as promised,
with honor and gold.
History will tell how strongly he deserved
his crown of ebony and bones.

His hand never failed when killing with his sword.
His ferocity never waned on the captives.
The vicious king was ambitious.
His soldiers were driven by promised
plunders and female slaves.
History won't tell how harshly he earned
his crown, with agony and moans.

Fair Waltz

A stupor born from a haze of deceit,
My longing is requisite and tasteless.
Redeem the worth of another fool’s charm,
Who am I to append fate and comprehension? 

It’s been a long winter waiting for relief. 
Warmth tempers in the shadows.
The composition of faith is a moral burden. 
Spring’s fate is marked by time’s passage.

Emptiness is my willing chauffeur,
Pining is my method of fervor.
Commiseration is a matter of shame.
Emotional property cannot be pilfered. 

Delusion’s apex plunders the might.
A blind sense battles the shameful wise.  
Salvation seeps through the pores,
Forsaken dreams are means to abide.

Melodramatic flowers bloom in earnest.
Infected presence is a suit of despair. 
The reality of life is uncertain,
If God can’t sin, why can I falter? 

Bittersweet tunes and eroding melodies, 
Floating fancies surround my head.
Introspective moves and tears of tragedy,
Swing me around the carousel of dread.

A White Dress

A white dress 
a figure at rest
The grace of the west
A white dress
Elegant and built to impress
A white dress forlorn and driven apart
An empire in duress
Bold hold and driven apart 
a white dress
Grow old and heaven holds
As man pulls asunder and driven apart 
The hand grows bold
And driven apart 
The rhythm of a heart beat
Grow cold as sleet
Drifts down to the face of man
Hands grow old 
Rhythmic heart beat
Kill the king as lovers part
As man summons the dark
A white dress
Feel the duress
Systemic heart beat
Grow cold, driven afar
Love lost, heaven torn part
Bold hold the rhythm of heart
a white dress 
a figure at rest
The grace of the white west
A white dress
An Elegant empress
A white dress forlorn, torn apart
empire in stress 
Bold hold, driven apart 
a white dress
Empress 
Grow old, heaven holds
man plunders
driven apart 
And empire ageless 
Bold hold but driven apart 
Kill the king
As lovers depart
A white dress 
An Empire of Less

The Eyes of God-

You are falling thunder
 a blazing light turn on and off
Noonday plight
Darkness plunders
 now out of sight 
universal lights
The eyes of God~


6/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr ©

Jaundiced Eye

Deep rooted is our prejudice
Instinctively appraising all
What if God too did roll dice
Bestowed enablements recall

Jaundiced eye rapes and plunders 
Deep rooted is our prejudice
Tarnishing Gods sublime wonders
Plunging soul into an abyss

Do pause awhile to reminisce
Why do we choose to judge and score 
Deep rooted is our prejudice
Blocking divine bliss to in-pour

Drift aimless in stuporousness 
Having forgotten our promise
Oblivious to That Oneness 
Deep rooted is our prejudice

13-June-2021

Change Is a Coming

Change is a coming for mankind.
Nature now must leave him behind.
To see his mess, he still is blind.

He plunders this precious planet,
driven forth by greed for profit.
His moral fabric is unfit.

Always clever and never wise,
but now events open his eyes.
Global disease: surprise, surprise.

He’s edgy now but shows no shame,
for he is sure he’s not to blame.
But he suspects, he played foul game.

Now he’s an inkling, oh so slight,
that soon is coming his dark night.
Or does he think he’ll rage and fight.

He’s had the warnings, time on time.
Still he commits his plunder crime
and thinks it all will work out fine.

What was his love; what was his need?
It seems he cherished nowt but greed
and went ahead with feed, feed, feed.

Change is a coming for mankind.
Nature now must leave him behind.
To see his mess, he still is blind.

In Its Prime

With a kindness that needs no description
He kisses me gently and tenderly
Caressing me devoid of encryption
Filling my heart with thrills so splendidly

With a sense of insight that is so strong
Rousing faith that is alive with pleasure
He fills my spirit with a lovely song
Making me feel blessed by such treasure 

With inspiring hope that wakens my joy
He stirs my feelings to sweetest wonders
Healing my pain in ways that won’t annoy
That this love lives without any plunders

Love like this only comes around one time
Without sincere grace, it dies in its prime







Love Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
October 4, 2020

For the Dreamer

Lava thoughts stream from my internal computer.  
Some days she rests with no gumption; 
today a seething volcanic monstrosity.
Muse has kicked into overdrive; she will have her feast.

Over worked, I am drained like a marathon runner. 
Quivering and shaking; muse belches dream schemes.
Too many to count the numbers; on and on she plunders.  
Mind can’t stop the flashing phantasmagorical imagery.

Why does she deny my needs?  
The brutal taskmaster blows her top.  
Again and again I plead; she just will not cease.

Dreams rise and fall; I can only save one.
Oh how I long for sleep, when her rant is finally done.

Disgusting Thief

"a thief of my words who plunders my reflections-  a leech parasite"


___________________________
December 26, 2019


Poetry/Monoku/disgusting thief
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1211-751-02


Written for the contest, A Thief Who Steals Your thoughts
sponsor, Bobby May

First Place

Terms and Conditions

In a social society,
where I'm not a priority.
I'm sick and tired of being strong,
when they only see me as wrong

I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.

Maybe its a sign of age,
or the suppression of rage,
that this bubble is bursting.
No one knows how it's hurting

You can't see it through my face,
burdens of each brick they place,
results in emotions stumbling,
as foundations start crumbling.

I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.

When rain plunders like balls of steel,
it increases the pain I feel.
I search for the sun's reflection,
but dark skies show no affection.

The flame that once kept me alive,
has now lost the will to survive.
Without devotion, spirit dies,
as soul sings a medley of sighs.

I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.

Silent One
22 December 2019

Falling

Fear only fear
That looks less clear
Live fine good cheer
Prize joy right here


Vain plunders vain
Live well each pain
Light is not slain
Love is love's gain


Loss clusters loss
Just win the toss
Work matt and gloss
Show who's the boss


Live your own style
Cry wet and wild
Be curious child
Be beyond mild


And when you fall
Bear with the gall
Live through it all
Dare heed life's call


In your living
Bear with falling
Love is daring
Meet your calling


Zest anchors zest
Love works the best
Wit echoes jest
Enjoy your fest




Leon Enriquez
14 April 2019
Singapore

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