Silky Poems | Examples

- Haiku X 363 - silky smooth -

                                           continuous thread
                                  by marking one's life's passage -
                                           a silk worm cocoon

Silky Dreams

Eye to eye desire begins, 
Ignites a flame that grows within. 
Mirrors whisper sweet soulful things, 
Two lovers hearts begin to sing. 

Fingertips reach for satin touch, 
Impressions left are craved so much. 
Slowly stroke erotic places, 
Leaving grins upon two faces. 

Fall into the wealth of a kiss, 
Enchanted hearts embrace in bliss. 
Teasing tongues dance amidst wildfire, 
Adding fuel to raging desire. 

Low pillow voices moan and sigh, 
Seduction’s spirit soaring high. 
Tender release of echoed words, 
The sweetest love that’s ever heard. 

Spread lover’s wings and ease inside. 
Feeling the rush of passion’s tide. 
Such perfect rhythm unrehearsed, 
Wave after wave, deeply immersed. 

Powerful force, indifference fades, 
Love conquers all that it invades. 
Ecstasy rides on crystal beams, 
Softly weaved into silky dreams.

Silk

folds of night falling
peony petals, orange
soft ocean breezes

blue parrot feathers
magenta mists of morning
butterfly wings, red

soft sway of willows
cherry blossom cascade, pink
fragrant silk tree blooms

A Soft Silky Breeze

Light winds danced with tall trees.
Bare branches swayed in a slow harmony as
 roots spread during an opus of a crispy moon.
Frosted leaves lay in gathering heaps;
victims of the equinox and winter’s dearth.

I communed with fairies upon a branch;
never argue with them while the lunar orb is high
lest you become lost on a path to nowhere.
I sang a hymn to the winter queen; hastily 
a snowflake gently kissed my cheek.

Twas cool but savory, like first passions on lovers lane.
 Her breath seemed real and tasted sweet in darkness.
The full moon was hanging like a slice of fresh lemon.
An epiphany created in the mind of Van Gogh.
Some, wrapped in dark cloaks, prayed to their goddess.

Peace finally returned to a cool, bewildered forest.
I simply sat quietly in a soft silky breeze.

The Silky Mimosa

Flowers attact both bees and butterflies,
Pink, puffball like silky bloom,
Those lovely Persian silk.

Date of submission: 05/09/2021

Zephyr's Silky Tendrils

Curling 
around the house,
the breeze was unfurling,
moving dead leaves in its twirling
fingers, apparently
satisfied with
whirling

The dance
lured the lovers
to come out and romance
under the willow's shadowed trance,
soft whispers of the breeze
inspired their love's
warm glance

Showers
gently fall on
them, even as flowers
bloom open with piquant powers,
they laugh and enjoy love's
passionate few
sweet hours

The soft
zephyr played with
trees in the woods and croft,
with laughter ringing, it does waft
mingling with mild murmurs
of love in skies
aloft

The breeze
lingers to look
at the lovebirds and tease
them with silky tendrils that squeeze,
meandering with ease,
watching o'er them
'mid trees.


05.28.2021

Form: "Heptastich" 
(Syllable count: 2.4.6.8.6.4.2 with rhyme scheme: abaacda)

For Constance La France's ""Z" contest: new or old"

Soft and Silky Silence

Silence is very likely quite abundant in heaven,
And all was pure bliss before the noise rebellion,
For thoughts were loud then and never impelled,
From any of the places where beauty once dwelled.

In absence of music magic so much would be lost,
But it's so wrong to tolerate sound at any cost!
The spirit craves rosy silence in order to glow,
Soft and velvety smooth as summer night moonglow.

In its tangible embrace, genuine rapture is found,
Like a cherry blossom spring when no one's around,
Or multicolored nature paths which lead everywhere,
With promise of serene beauty until you get there!


Written on June 22, 2020
For Reflection in Silence Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

Silky Sweet Sighs

Taking in all the beauty of 
this sunny brand new day
As squirrels scurry about,
caught up in their play
Watching brilliant colors 
blend together up in the skies
A soft gentle breeze whispers
Good Morning in silky sweet sighs

Silky Kitty

 
I brush for fifteen minutes my kitty,
as she growls, wiggles and struggles and swats;
all I want to do is make her pretty,
I just need to get rid of a few knots.

Oh, all that shedding, moulting and hairballs,
she is very angry with me for hours;
I kiss her but no way-  away she crawls,
I give her treats so she will not be sour.

But in time she forgives and she forgets,
we snuggle on the sofa together;
sweet joy, I got a knot out-  no regrets,
except she bit me hard,  oh whatever.

Kitty is silky and soft - an angel,
I love her although it can be painful.
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August 27, 2016 (edit)


Poetry/Sonnet/Silky Kitty
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 1084-4010-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Summer Song

I love to season sense engage.
It clears parts mortality dazed.

When young, summer’s tune range
is firmly, soul-deep engraved.

When grown, human ways hush
man's faith with factual mush.

Summer composed odes grant
faith prose that hopes maintain.
The soft song of a summer breeze
lifts aloft a wonderous spree
of smoothed, spliced rapture
too song silky for feel capture.

Summer’s charming, velvet songs
hold notes of mystical essence
assuring we’re a spiritual presence.
Seasonal airs of sensual flairs
are fluid trilled, space tilled, and
sound honed by summer’s hymn.

Feeling air's first tune blend, 
early man named it wind.

Love's Silky Stitched Lace

Silently love creeps into place
casting fast shadows in the hall
that if ignored, extend their sprawl.

Cupid twirls to ambush our space.
When our quit-dreams sit unprepared,
then love commands its stand declared.

With naught to influence love’s grace,
it does seem we will never learn,
thus, love blocks our wish to discern.

Love will not move at our dreamed pace.
It stays us baffled and confused.
Our heart issues keep love amused.

Love flies high when two find embrace
so, love repeats its own story
to mesh within heights of glory.

Soft as love’s own silky, stitched lace
are thankful, joined hearts for love’s prize
as time customized to surprise.

Silently love creeps into place
cupid twirls to ambush our space.
With naught to influence love’s grace,
love will not move at our dreamed pace.
Love flies high when two find embrace
soft as love’s own silky, stitched lace.





... CayCay Jennings
July 7, 2018

Silky Smooth

The silence shushed the baron
claims slipped through the photo door
imagination or intimidation
the silky fox spreads on the floor

Sticky situation 
former lovers of brothels 
and whores
tell me what's in store

Eyes closed to the sheepish grin
Blocked off from her sin

Rape me again and make me feel
Nothing else is real

Skin Is Not Silky

Warm, lustrous, skin; soft.
Erotic touch, sensuous love.
Silk, a faint echo.

A Silky Lush

Ah
What a
Silky lush
The kiss the moons
Plant
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April 8, 2017
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