Short Exotica Poems
Short Exotica Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Exotica by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Exotica by length and keyword.
Of what fascinates
In the feminine
Charmingly sweet, ere can, whose cause
Put a finger on
That serene, upstood
A gentler hand made
Exotica, cracks not o'er time
Puts in a trance one!
Enchanting garden grounds
Jasmine, flora, and avion exotica
Zeal unbounds
Budding blooms loomed
graphic epiphanous mecca
Gifts groomed
Frond blades
Palmed Areca
shades
Enchanting garden grounds
graphic epiphanous mecca
shades
Lightning Strikes
Like a violent storm in a glass jar,
your eyes dazzle . . .
in wonderment my cheeks swell
morphing into the color of a pink sunset.
Original Poem: EXOTICA-SOUL
Written on 7/14/2019
Arbitrium Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Today’s Date: 7/17/2019
Crystal Noir by Versace
Truth by Calvin Klein
Eau de Cartier
Armanis Life
Oscar de la Renta Oriental Lace
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle
Nina Ricci Belle de Minuit
Vera Wang Princess
Dolce & Gabbana The One
Lancôme Hypnôse
Guerlain Insolence
Dior Midnight Poison
Calvin Klein Euphoria
Estée Lauder Beyond Paradise
Cacharel Amor Amor
Anna Sui Romantica Exotica
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Love flings the mood
Where dance feels good
Mind how you play
Each card today
Be willing then
To prize due scan
Thus hatch your plot
From your sweet spot
Thought in deep feel
Can surely thrill
Come with full wit
To pleasure fit
Treasure taut take
Dance a dream make
Once you know how
Live here and now
Exotic face
Works hidden grace
Leon Enriquez
13 September 2017
Singapore
A steep drowning
in traffic of curves-
of legitimate sin.
It was a supergame
of exotica. Witchcraft
was playing with light-
years. Are you still
hosting the life ? In
cracks and crevices of pain ?
Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
become immortal. Were
you serious about bount-
eous harvest ? Your alma mater,
where you wrote your first poem.
Satish Verma
Interior exploration
with its usual playlist,
all lined up
then some mass is hurled
out of nowhere and smashes
into me, and I see myself
fly off into parts, becoming
little more than traces
of exotica smeared in light
across a dark space,
living but an instant
before annihilation
and nothingness,
remembered only within
the cold walls of an equation
and by whoever was there,
looking on,
measuring my demise.
I could have been part
of something bigger
than me.