Short Fondles Poems
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There is a notorious flirt
Who fondles beneath a girl's skirt
But some of his "charm"
Set off her alarm
"Digital Intruder Alert!"
Coming into contact
Can make or break friendship
Conceived online alone.
Cheek press, kiss, finger touch
Cancels dreams of fondles.
Cuddles and trite snuggles
Clear decks for more to come.
twilight fondles eyes
lifting her silhouette high
against lucid clouds--
flesh undressed beneath torn trees
drowning in pools of farewell
Tanka Written With A Decent Pivot
For Chris D. Aechtner
molly kissed me
her jaw fell off
sand covered
the
ocean floor
mollys kisses
now consume
the
abyss's shore
each grain of sand
now fondles the palm
of
my
hand
blowing memories
remembering how
molly kissed me
?
Lover #1
cherry tree blossoms
sweet scented perfume distilled
your lush fruit revealed
Lover #2
rutting buck rattles
virile stag catches sweet scent
drifts through fertile fronds
nubile does snuggle closer
suitor fondles coy lover
Shine moon please shine on
Let them sleep in moonlight peace
All day they laboured in fields
Now your amber hand
Fondles them into sweet dreams
Linger delicious moon, please
For the Contest :Moonlight Delight
Written today: 8 September 2017
I don’t love you
just because of your eyes,
gentler than the summer rays.
I don’t love you
just because of your hair
that fondles my dreams.
I don’t love you
just because of your body
a masterpiece of the divine hand!
I love you best
because of your heart
at the moment after sunrise
on that sunny beach.
When you kissed me
and whispered,
‘I’m your spiritual twin!’"
a white dove above their soul
a languid breath left~
painful sobs of numbing grief
life curtain slowly closes
memories slowly transform ~
fades in and fades out
wind drifts and fondles
quaking curtain unveiling~
their true essence never leaves
12/15/2022
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Triple New Charlieku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
word sniper
mental piper
i
am
still
known
speak from me
knowledge from spit
rainbows question marks
what rain of love produced a shadow
tis but mine
this reflctioning of pale
sea foam sorrowed sand
time is but my riddle fiddle
for myselfs bit back hand
insanity fondles trapped
perpetually clapped
for me
mister
mental piper
word sniper
?
The little bird chanting
Herald of spring’s return
White gown’s doomed to burn
By Earth joyous panting
Pink and white buds adorn
Naked arms of trees
Nectar-seeking jolly bees
Lust for life is reborn
Cooing zephyr fondles
Dandelions’ hair
Dainty, soft and fair
In white-hued bundles
Drops of divine love
Laughing rivers flow
Draws a rainbow
Fluffy white dove
Form:
Tassels of beads light my garment
as tropical air fondles my skin
content in the ripened grace
of my arms and round, orange fruitage,
shading men from rainfall and sun.
I nestle on the ground, hair basking
in May's glint...my guava pulp exploding
from Asian roots born of clay, and I,
in copper- like pose, become maiden
of woods, ever- rich... and evergreen.
Poetry is not simply rhyming words,
It's a genuine work of art,
Painted from inside,
A memory captured,
Broken hearts dripping pain to paper,
With tears that erase impunity,
It's grasping hope that is lost then found,
And cleverness that fondles laughter,
Yes,
I hide you in my poetry,
You are there,
In every word.
Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018
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Inside the decorated house there's peace
Snow seems an added charm of fantasy
Wondrous scenery of erect pines spark glee
Ornaments sparkle with shimmering ice
Romina fondles infant red-cheeked Jack
Dancing the star-shaped snowflakes gleam
Serena sets up the freshly-cut Christmas Tree
Sipping hot chocolate with sweet whipped cream
Puppies look outside and run wild like cats
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We haven't met for a long time
Accidentally in the road,
Our hands touched each other.
We exchanged some phrases:
What brought you, here?
- In equivocation smile -
Said: What brought 'you', here?
- What do you suggest!
- Let’s take a walk.
I said: your hands are guilty,
My heart is burning,
- His lips, never trembled -
He fondles my cheeks with a smile,
Handed me to death, and then gone.
Before the growth in the fields
of inevitable verses,
before the grass falls asleep
in expectance of a violin,
before the faning chestnut-tree
fondles me with its thoughts...
Before the violets paint themselves
with a haze of a bird indifference
before i hear an impuden laugh
of an acid rain,
before the burning of the butterflies
at the stake of the spring temple...
The crocus was alone
and saffron from impatience.
To be more than just a lover
To make my home upon your chest
To be the steps from your dancing lips
I cuddle the dream.
To know you for more than yesterday
To hold your voice within my arms
To be the food that fondles your hunger
I cuddle the dream.
To have you touch my heart, and actually feel it
To have you look into my eyes, and actually see me
To have you listen to this poem, and actually hear it
I cuddle the dream
Form:
securely sheltering it in her shell
nurturing while within
heeding to each gentle whisper
to each tap from tiny feet
in time She curls it in her embrace
caresses it in her hug
fondles it with boundless care
cuddles it with sweetish love-
when fully fledged, sailing the high sea
will it care for the cowry shell, its first home!
Sexy knows what sexy is:
Beauty with a touch of bliss.
Sexy humours charm and grace:
Touching face in sacred space.
Sexy shows what sexy knows:
Sure impulse as glimpses grow.
Sexy hints and mints fond quest:
Quick wit and fit fondles fest.
Sexy shows what sexy blooms:
Deep touching visual high booms.
Sexy trades in pleasure grand:
Ample rapture hurls my friend.
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2018
Singapore
With a nod to Dylan Thomas...
I go gentle into the night
Those when moonlight fondles the sea
And those when its pallid in flight,
barely glowing through clouds at me
I go gentle into the night
without need to rage against life
nor the urge to purge from my sight
drummers who overflow with rife
I go gentle into the night
as every day comes to its end
waking before a glimpse of sunlight
mingles with dawn's blush as they blend
who is this that i see
in the deep blue moon?
Whose silken breath is this
that fondles my cheeks?
Whose destiny is this
that is etched on my heart?
I see her face in every flower.
I smell her fragrance
in the cool evening wind.
Her unheard of voice vibrates in my dreams.
Whose arrival is this
that my heart awaits?
Whose season is this
that is showing colors?
Whose time is this
that the wind sings of?
Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?
AURORA'S AURA OF WINTER COLD
Aurora’s aura of winter cold
The sun’s beaming rays from the azure sky
drifting ecstatic shining slowly through milky ways
blowing chilly air fondles the shivering Nature
emerald pendulous grapes under the leaves
dripping with diamante glistening mists
Proof in Lock of Hair and Baby Tooth
‘Love you mama’
Shouts a fairy’s
baby tooth
set long before
in a violet velvet box.
‘Miss you lots’
whispers mama,
eyes fixed as she
fondles the
pearly bit.
This kind of love
so fast, no force
of wind can pry
from a mother’s
heart hammered to pieces
clumsily restored
with loving epoxy
and homemade patches
of friends and
family.
Time’s stitches transform
the gaping wound in
scabby healing
and finally the
scar – another proof.
©Kathryn McL. Collins