Short Risque Poems
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The gift he left was black and bleak
I swear to you I didn't peek
with stockings low
a risque show
I only kissed her on the cheek
The redness that caused me agitation;
being cancerous was an aberration.
A letter stated it’s lipstick,
that smudged on my dipstick,
so deeply regret my amputation.
New farmer whose first name is Guy
Confesses he's using AI
His cows are sans bulls
But for lassies he pulls
He uses his todger - AYE AYE!
Loo humour it is my forte
Risqué rhymes, I’ll write night and day
I’ve finished next book
Will you dare to look
It’s naughty – that’s all I will say!
My uncle his name’s Billy Ray
Flamboyant and openly gay
He minces along
In heels and a thong
His outfits are often risque!
FICTION POEM
7/24/19
Hey, hey, hey, hear what I'm gonna say
The world is round and I'm definitely gay
Well happy? You betcha!
But in my operetta
My arrow zings straight for that target risque
Women battling the bulge is no surprise
Being looked at on the beach; the ultimate prize
And when the battle they win
It causes a grin
To notice a different bulge in the men's levis.
useless she goaded
his libido eroded
feeling outmoded
two blue pills locked and loaded
you beast ~ payload exploded
By
David Kavanagh
Our dearest Betty White, whose credits are long
Her sharp wit was always like a risque' song
She warmed our hearts every step of the way.
Her final bow, we wish she could have stayed.
January 8, 2022
Discovered a new computer term, “Hover To Play!”
Applied to the bedroom, hmm, interesting I'd say
Let your mind take flight
Tell me, “how was your night?”
I'd continue but the rest of my story is a wee bit risque
how it is on the floor of dance,
the touching feeling sweet romance,
disturbing of the slumbering lance,
will he go too far this time,
perchance,
the question keeps arising...
Don Johnson
re : "A Risque Ballroom Dance" Anne Currin
Melancholy chimes,
a dark silhouette;
Doleful burlesque doll,
soft splatter of sound
pulls tears from her eyes;
Fall into pain
dance on sadness;
Risque ranting
stains that lace bra;
Revealing
everything
naked twirl;
Pouting
is a
tease.
The subway steams in August heat.
At 3 A.M. a lover’s tryst.
Alone at last two in one seat.
The subway steams in August heat.
Their limbs entwine and hips entreat.
He strokes her hair and steals a kiss.
The subway steams in August heat.
At 3 A.M. a lover’s tryst.
Tom took a day off for golf to play
His game should have been simpler croquet
Bruised head and scraped knees
His cart like swiss cheese
Wrecks on the nine, decides game's risque
Inspired by Craig Cornish's Contest
Not an entry.....
Written: April 1, 2013
Why all these games?
Lame excuses
from a mediocre dame!
Okay!!
We can play,
I've won this contest before,
you attention whore!
Score!!
Despite hesitation she's at my door,
at four, in risque lingerie.
I'll feed into this charade!
well played!!
Jared Pickett
3/5/2014
Asavvy1
Love was available yesterday
Oh how I long for archway
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Love
Seemingly a little more risque'
Was love, long for past spillway
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Dove
When young love we longingly replay
My one only devotee
Leading to doorway
Sweet heyday
Trove
Working online today,
his focus drawn away.
To risque sites he stray.
Lured to ads on the side.
Temptation from worldwide.
Delete! He tries to hide.
And then he thinks he’s free
from images he see.
Aha - he cannot flee.
His history begin
as soon as he log in.
On record he's staying.
they closed the brothel
to open a bakery
tarts still lay around
black forests are on display
no fresh muffins ~ nothing’s changed
They Closed The Brothel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
14/02/2021/ syllable counter PS 5/7/5/7/7
Santa was ‘breaking in’ new Reindeer, but done in his back
Doctors tried to repair, but it was well and truly cracked
Finished with presents and dolls
And no more busting his balls
He found a ‘great niche’ down the sperm bank, emptying his sack
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XMAS LIMERICK CONTEST
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
12/15/21
My salt and pepper shakers were risqué
Shaking their booties night and day
I told my husband to put them away
It was his mother who thought they were gay
I brought my boss home for dinner last Tuesday
Those nasty shakers were dirty dancing away
I said to my husband please take them to Kay
That is his mother, who thought they were gay.
.
Pouting
day long
Save mine arrive
Smiling in the settee
hern cute
limp
*shadang; there'z the sum who missed this
(this be the double entendre) like-
wise, as for mineself, there'z surly
no indecent within this write..okay,
risque' ,)
...speak sporadically in soft sassy syllables
...open opulent overtures to appease my err
...revoke risque rashness of the adulterer
...modulate too many manic memories.
savor satiable sweetly shared sensations,
admire adored avenues divinely alone.
target toxic tones forever together,
why wholly wade, wondering where we
faithfully failed famous fortuity forever?
Want, Wish and Crave you
WANT
Wishing
And
Needing
Tenderly
WISH
Wanting
Intimacy
Sensually
Having
AND
All
Needed
Desires
CRAVE
Completely
Risque
And
Visibly
Everlasting
YOU
Yearning
Our
Uniting
Wishing and needing tenderly wanting intimacy sensually having all needed desires completely risque and visibly everlasting yearning our uniting.
How high can it go
Before showing that’s low
How big of a scoop
Without showing too much
Cover it all up
In a layer of smoke
Wrap it so tight
That it all is in sight
Wasn’t for string
There wouldn’t be a thing
Put on layers
And show every one
If it is up high
Fill it with holes
And wear designs
That draws the eye
It’s all about
How much you can show
Not going too far
But coming really close
No tempo de viver;
Risque o firmamento cinzento;
Suporte triste momento;
Supere quase sempre;
Seja vencido e supere!
Mate a sede das flores;
Sinta dores e tenha dores;
Se você pode e sabe que pode;
Afirme: Tirem-me as os membros
Tirem os braços;
Mas deixem-me o pensamento!
Com meus pensamentos
Por eles; com ele sonharei,
Guiarei meus passos;
Para ir sempre adiante;
Deixar de morrer no tempo de viver.