Short Bosoms Poems
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Jean-Honore Fragonard
with paint was quite a card
Cheeks & bosoms all had a place
in sidelong glances in passionate embrance
I told life that I cheated with her sister death,
and how she has promised to set me down in
her bosoms
her graveyard of old lovers.
I once had full hips which were ship shape
and bosoms which rose without duct tape
but now those who see me
pray God no bikini!
Having nightmares of what will escape.
alas! The Flower
nestles against dew in morn
bosoms fragrant viewed
9/4/19
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Rick
mother sends her love
a child rests on bosoms warm
nestled hearts beating
Jan.03.2020
Senryu on Mother Poetry
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
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courageous courtship
affectionate souls embrace
charming rhythmic dreams
.
Bosoms of our forefathers
Lies ahead of us
Awaiting thee to take
The right path unto them
So their pride can glow in us
When we are with them
Where days glows
Into Eternity.
13/08/2017
Love Is In The Night Air
In the eve of the night her bosoms perk
Two shining stars dance to his fireworks
A bang and a pop
Sweet love drops
Glitter and gladder the moons went berserk
connie pachecho
10/16/17
Beautiful lady with bosoms so large
Always on show, for men’s eyes to admire
Walks with a sway, hands on hips, just to send
Desire through the veins of the eye bulging men.
Years of practice, this "lady" has it down to a fine art.
orange glint of night
dipping on my warm bosoms...
through pours of sunset
like sparkling champagne...
the beaded whiff of mystique
dances on my flesh
End October Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand /center>
Dear Mo, my Ottawa sweetie, told me of this phrase
She and Gramma used when they spilled coffee in the morning haze
Instead of bosoms, they'd emit
This phrase “Booby Bibs”
Natural "quicker picker uppers" for sopping coffee up in a daze
ambrosia…
bosoms climb desire’s ecstasy,
flesh grinds, heated in juicy kisses--
lips mounting, nibbling
often pagan… quivering rose
succumbs to unbuttoned virility; wanton…
x-marking yearning’s zest!
Allright Poet's ABC Contest
Re-submitted 5/10/2020
Nell’s Bells
Bren's often to be found around at Nell’s
Who's bosoms dangle down like big church bells
To peals of delight
They go on all night
Whilst their neighbours cannot sleep for Nell's Yells.
23rd May 2021
Amorous fissures in naked aura melt
Eager the water flow from your welt
Cross bosoms to plunder this wealth
Silky tips of erotic crushes in stealth.
Tender soft grasps implore sensation
Linger a while jostling cute creation
Jade moves in the ageless perfection
Glitter luster in eyebrow fascination.
Chest on bosoms tightly pressed,
As waists meet in dance of heat
To flare lust of evening’s touch---
Silhouettes cast dizzy frames
Burning pores from tango’s whip;
And quivers of motion rise
With abandoned cadences.
RHOMA EM
nette onclaud---Silhouette Of A Heptagonet
9 Nov 2014
begging for a glimpse
of other than your bold eyes
the hidden heat of your smile
fortune will uncloak
what simple words can not achieve
for one fairer than the sky
uncovered tresses
dance upon the blushing air
kiss my face my cheek, my eyes
drape less bosoms rise
with fragrant breath and whimpers
the gift given lovers lie
Playing cards until dawn
Jake's idea of fun
While his wife is out on the town
Jake is not to be outdone...
For his good buddies, he orders a cake
with a stripper inside, big bosoms all fake
At the stroke of midnight ~ there must be some mistake
his wife pops out, "Hi, honey. Now watch me shake!"
What is love? Who can tell? Of what makes hearts beat and bosoms swell
It is like a dream strong and true that beckons with light and draws you through
It speaks with a whisper of a summer breeze
It is meant to be reverenced
Not laughed at or teased
It feels like soft rain falling in spring
Ah yes love is a wonderful thing!
Her lips still blushed a youthful favor
amidst burnished summer's spirit,
scintillating 'tween impetuous kisses
whilst naiveté blooms gullible bosoms,
embraced afore a chill nature
withering budding wildflowers
taking precedence o'er accorded doctrines
farthermost harmonious freewill
Full bosoms
bulky,
wonderful ...
nuggets breasts
spoiled,
charming ...
They are pink mangos
luscious fruits,
Or the delicate little pears
bijou fragrant fruits.
Breasts awaken and
enchant
the vision,
the taste,
to the love !
I googled peace
to get the feel of how
she fared
and
found her fight her
roughened way into
men's bosoms and
fortresses
and shuttle back
and forth
between heaven
and
heavy hearts
* * *
and then…
and then I browsed
for war
and with a gaping eye
I watched
the endless edging of a khaki
garb
and Oh the omnipresence
Breed bigger sun's
and intensify an immaculate rising
Plow the ground for sunray seedlings;
pedals of light breaking ground
to get milk from ultraviolet bosoms,
lactating lessons of rising
and the etiquette of a horizon…
looks like the ocean swallows you,
but the moon follows
reflecting off of a garden of stars;
dreams ripened for harvesting
In poetry world,
What a fathom I heard tonight?
I moved my head around to see
What is it? What does it mean? Who is that!?
Nobody around that lake and the river
The lake tenderly bosoms the river palm
I saw the moon and one star in the lake
Both nearby two tall trees in front of waterfall
Diamonds, shades of light gray, neat breeze,
And the co-acted cat with warm silky fur
Oh !
The swirl o the kilt !
The Maid
There was an old maid of Pitlochary whose morals were truly a mockery
For under her bed she'd a fellow instead of the usual porcelain crockery !
to the haunt o the pipe !
The Lady
Each time Lady Sutherland swooned
Her bosoms popped out like balloons
But her butler stands by with a gleam in his eye and lifts them back in with warm spoons !
The young girls tour the countryside
with bosoms large and egos full of pride,
with noses stuck up in the thin air;
I see them all strutting down a dirt road
leading to a dead end;
as I stand lonely, trapped in the maze of love.
Lost I cannot find my way;
till I sit and listen to the songs of loving angels
they shine me a path of flowers and beauty,
as I follow, I'll soon be trapped no longer-
in that forbidden maze of love.
.2.14.2014.