Short Nubile Poems
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Nubile love seeking
mature adventures.
Pulling into its irresistible appeal,
without control,
beyond fathom.
Quiescent desires regains consciousness,
compelling to live again.
Form:
She is sensual, super
Intelligent, interesting
Diligent, dignified
Noble, notable
Excellent, expedient
Young lady
Also, she is attractive
Nice, nubile
Nifty
Lovely, lively
Exceptional, experienced
Entity.
Fall
autumn
color play
palletteable
wonderland display
September October.
November spaces grace
color interface
nubile inways
passing life
fading
fall.
Malabika Ray Choudhury Poem contest Beauty of fall
9/19/21
A nubile young lady named Della
Bagged herself a cute sexy fella
Her boyfriend's called Rick
He has a huge wick
Their love making sessions were stellar!
Make me laugh Contest
Sponsored by Robert Haigh
2/25/18
Hot
wind blows
on dry trees,
all my daydreams
I repose in shade.
Dusk drizzles warm colors
from tinted twilight cauldron,
I paint July panorama.
Nubile night falls through the arid air,
I savour summer’s stardust sonata.
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
My nympho neighbour’s Sugar Cookie
She’s well known for her love of nookie,
Now she’s up the duff
Her hubs in a huff
And spends all his time with the bookie
For my on line friend 'Sugar Cookie' who is expecting her baby in January
09/14/20
Tis true you swore an oath
A contract intended for both
From saints pure minds you did quoth
Your duplicitous mind, truant heart did me betroth
My nubile furrow plowed for fecund growth
Yet your fertile stream my shallow root did not clothe
My fruitless womb your evil spirit did loathe
Scarlet ribbons are woven into her hair,
titan ringlets frame her beautiful face.
Never refusing to wiggle her pert derriere,
rich men pay big to ogle nubile Ella Grace.
Huge feather fans ensure she’s never bare ~
Ella’s folks aren’t aware of her work place!
Natural beautiful
Newfound love, roses grow
New moon silver flashes
Nubile young, blushing cheeks
Nice guy, real charmer
Nuts about your sweet kiss
Nothing can change the love
30.04.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
( Pleiades form : N )
www.howmanysyllables.com
For Kim Merryman's contest
Picturesque
Acrylics
Iridescently
Noveau --
Tinting
Impressions…
Nature’s
Gallery
~
Bodies
Align
Like
Lovers,
Reeling
Over
Opaque
Roombeams :
Delightful
Airlifts,
Nubile
Choreography—
Electrifying!
1/28/2019
Wordplay Contest of Bobby May
~ I love to do these 2, including Yoga~
Dear Father Christmas, oh so kind,
I hope you’ll note my modest pleas.
If you, in giving mood inclined,
could manage items, such as these:
a festive tie and, underlined,
a woolly hat, a pair of skis,
and in my Stocking, may I find
a naughty nubile nymphet, please.
~
For Michael's Contest.
One last chance
One final glance
I want to show
That I am someone you'd like to know
So unique
To me please speak
Words from a tender lip
Can forever equip
Me with hope
No longer with fear I shall cope
Say to me I am all you need
So we can then proceed
I want to be the reason you smile
Girl, you are oh so nubile
Copyright 2009
All rights reserved
-Matthan C. Atherton
Much Passion aroused
Young Love overwhelming
Vibrant Hearts entwined,
Able Bodies contorting
Loves Rhythmic motions
Earthy Heat rising
Now Lips compelling
Two Hands roaming
In Arms enfolding,
Nubile Legs extending
Eyes Imploring
Loving Tongues exploring
Affection abounding
Deep searching as their
Youthful Hearts catch fire
© Dave Timperley for 14 February 2019?
Spring Was Delayed
by Michael R. Burch
Winter came early:
the driving snows,
the delicate frosts
that crystallize
all we forget
or refuse to know,
all we regret
that makes us wise.
Spring was delayed:
the nubile rose,
the tentative sun,
the wind’s soft sighs,
all we omit
or refuse to show,
whatever we shield
behind guarded eyes.
Originally published by Borderless Journal
She taps upon my windowpane
This nubile vixen, this spring rain
Enticing me with moistened kiss
To join her now or be remiss
Thus, does she whet my appetite
Awakens me at dawns first light
Soft sounds that bid an ancient soul
Come join me now and be made whole
So I arise as barefoot boy
Her warm spring kisses on my face
The tearful melancholy joy
Of moments I let time erase
©11/9/2022
The people are free
Free to think
Free to live
Free to follow their dreams
Yet the young minds are forced
To follow the dictates of their ancestors
Moral policing gains new heights
The fledgling thoughts get stifled
Emotions are burnt
At the stake of societal pressures
Young nubile bodies turn to zombies
Will there be an end to this terrorism of judgment
When will this murder of thoughts cease?
SYNOETIC NOUVEAU
misreflect moving introspect
factualize flamboyancy
in radical fanaticism
a gaudy malady
of catastrophic
opulence
beauteous summaries blush
nontoxic pure embolic
stencilling set lustrations
a nubile Nirvana
of candy essence
affluence
fantastical floatation’s drift
bulldozing stagnant brains
decomposing in doubt
radical rare rhapsody
of loves chastised
lavishness
© Kim van Breda
Guileless, autumn lay upon a land
past the tiresome days of summer,
above the tender roots of jaded lawn
blanketing the bulbs for nubile spring
left in kindness ~
calling winter's winds
to rest…
Wasted are the teeth of winter
on the bloodless throat of fall,
no dinner will the withered rent-shirt
of well spent life make
only a soft and cozy remnant
left in kindness ~
where winter’s hoary form
can rest…
*Inspired by Bob Quigley's tanka
Autumn's Death
coloured bottles bob
to my eyes these are gemstones
light explodes in spumes
a sour flood warms my belly
in the wave of each fresh draught
drinking rainbows
I am resting the dragon
on wet glass
ice rocks crackle
day blends into night
first or last dog watch?
sitting at this bar – my pew
far away at sea
ship ahoy! Nubile sirens
eight bells ringing between decks
Inspired by the adventures of Keith Jackson AM and other friends
27/11/2015
she shakes
like a
plate of lemon
jello
a mistake
made by
so many poets
fancying
their muse
to be a belly
dancer
my muse
she's solid
from toe
to head
a nubile
nubian
amazonian
beauty
a tree bearing
such
fruits
firm mango
breasts
turned up
budding
cherry nipples
bearing pear
shaped hips
under her
fig leaf
hides
a seedless
fig
so
i don't
dare
to have
to eat
a peach
so shaking
her to see
what might
fall out
just nuts
Form:
Awake love's vaunted rite of Spring
Fertile flowers; mating bowers
Two hearts join in amorous fling
Nature's caress; fondling showers
Spawning paramours seeds sowing
Warming sun over head towers
Burgeoning heat, truant parts cling
Fecund lads rut away the hours
Plowing ground, then cultivating
Trees with fledgling shoots accreting
Fawning tendrils lust empowers
Coupling birds o'er meadow scours
Bleating consorts talons preening
Nurturing pods; nubile plowers
The sizzle of the griddle
amongst the chitter-chatter
of nubile meanderings
The St. Francis rocks
rocks the soda POP stops...
This fifties Fonzi haunt
for the twenty-first century's gaunt
feeds the bellies of San Francisco's dreamers.
Amongst a milkshake swirl
stand pretty girls
tee's rolled up tattoos unfurled
on lollipop like pedestals they twirl
unwinding like wet red and white paper straws
barelegged or blue-jeaned.
The St. Francis rocks
rocks the dinners scene.
SUNDAY
a lifting morning haze
a lay in laze
a murmured rustle of
times and guardians,
voices, tea pot lids
and neighbours kids
arise
and set the drapes
aside
let the sunshine in
a rectangle of green
a frame of English flowers
lovingly proclaim, a
English Sunday morn
" ted is up " Lynne says
"a flirt with tenant "
nubile young ,a
blond high strung
does he impress
I take my coffee
garden bound to
see my older brother
and finesse