Three Way Poems | Examples

does this outfit make me look fat

Does this outfit make me look fat? The crocodile asked the saleslady.
A bull-speaker, gusher and a compliment-er was, this lying gal, Sady.
You look marvelous, she said, I love the polka dots, stripes and plaid.
The crocodile strutted around the three-way mirror, pompously glad.

COMTEMPORARY ART ekphrasis

WARHOL

silk screen
has beens

PICASSO

three way
display

GIACOMO BALLA

motion 
picture

The Third Party At A Party For Two

Imagination nude
liquored and lacquered lips
ember-breathing phoenix
..lighter fluid magic
when let loose near a flame..
combustible thigh-highs
when moonshine-high is nigh—
the moon she bathes in dreams

I have you both in hand
my tongue slick and sleek seeks
to taste the fruits of fields
intoxicated snake
oh! my lust a slither
a quiver serpentine
squeeze innocence with sins
revive the withered vine

anthurium’s shield leaf
your phallic sword unsheathed
exotic frolic fire
in heart-shaped bloom I burn
fire-water-pulse untamed
grabbed by the mane restrained
—unrestrained dreams unleashed

tequila genie free
sassy-frassy lassie
a parasol in pink
frilly and unfolded
beholder beholden
to climb aboard and fly
feminine flamingo
through shaken sky uncorked—
liquid-libido rains
as thirst and thunder reigns
just drop the reins and ride
bridal sweet  bridle free
yah barefoot and bareback
yes! drain the bottle dry

free way ticket three way
trifecta perfecta
primal energies spoon
la belle ‘Bianca’ blanc—
wine-skinned mademoiselle

Second Fiddle

 She was playing second fiddle
 Caught in a three way love affair
 Sometime love becomes a riddle
 She was playing second fiddle
 She found herself in the middle
 In this game of hearts all is fair
 She was playing second fiddle
 Caught in a three way love affair

3-Way Mirrors

Sometimes we throw rocks,
or we might be the rock that is thrown.
Rocks can masquerade as hearts and minds.
Metaphors are three-way mirrors.

When we listen to an Italian love song
we don’t need to understand the words
to feel the romance.
The sound of a great singer
becomes an instrument of Heaven.
Hell also sings.

Old friends can sit for hours
not saying a thing, then arise
completely satisfied by the conversation.
Dogs listen with their noses,
mouth-breathers savor their own thoughts.

Menage a Trois

I advised Jenny Wren that I’d be there by ten.
She told me Amber Rose was in the loop.
So, I simply assumed and just entered her room
Like a fox that’s privy to the chicken coop.

I eased open the door, but I don’t know what for.
The expressions on their faces told it plain.
In confidential three-way conversations,
Sometimes it's the fox that's left out in the rain.

Of Reality

Reality is a three way mirror of naked truth with the total absence of any beauty.

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No One Ever Wore It That Way Before

Well done, she said. 
Smiling her biggest smile.
I have never seen anyone else wear it like that!
There are other ways to wear a skirt?
On a head? Or a shoulder perhaps?

You should buy it! She sang out gleefully.
It looks great! Another stranger told me.
Turn around! The other one said.
I pirouetted, in front of the three-way.
A stranger had asked me to, after all.

It looks great!
It looks darling!
No one has ever worn it that way before.
I look at the skirt….
On my waist.
Wondering what that means.
They do not let me leave without it.
Telling me I have never looked better.

Nothing like shopping at a store
Where the salespeople are on commission.
I will have my mother bring it back in the morning.
A skirt I loathe, but I am such a people-pleaser.
They hip-hip-hooray me as they take my credit card.

Brown Shoes Tapping

Brown shoes tapping  to a tune inside
glances fleeting off a three way mirror  
waiting patiently for a smile to appear

Clock strokes many  bags filled   now heavy
worn eyes gaze windows  day turns to night
carrying more than what's black and white

Colored choices tug at the short skirt of success
Enlightening everyday moments meant to impress 

Brilliant the impromptu pirouettes of a happy soul
Cinderella dreams make even the timid feel whole

Under the Same Moon -In Afghanistan

Here in violence and in beauty, living under the same moon
The beauty is so ancient, but the present violence here consumes
On one hand Afghanistan is all that it appears
Insurgents here are so deadly; through the land they spread fear
But a turn of that coin, would reveal a much different side
A land which contested the Great Alexander, and ruled by Shahs with pride
With its mighty Hindu Kush, and many rivers at hand
The graveyard of countless empires, its resistance that spans
The brave here fight hard, a fierce gamble, with their inheritance of wealth
Battling the Taliban with an opulence of old grit, using the hands they were dealt
Keeping Kandahar, Herat, Mazar-i Sharif, and the capital -Kabul
Free from tyrannical domination, oppressed by Taliban rule
I’m in awe of these courageous Afghans, this country has come far
This is the Afghanistan which I see, who else will share where they are?



This poem was inspired by "Under The Same Moon" a three way collaboration by Poet Destroyer A, Chris D.Aechtner, and NIKKO P..



Written DEC 2013 in Afghanistan

Self-Image

Self-Image
                  by Odin Roark

Once of water
Man first eyed himself
Perhaps leaning to drink
Club in one hand
Food clenched firmly in the other

Even today

How arresting first glance must be
While a mother hovers
Cooing with pride
The infant stares up 
A crib’s mobile of heart-mirrors
Reflecting images just beginning

Sooner than later
Such imitative echoes become real
Revealing deception’s potency
Urging actuality into the shadows
Giving inner truth little chance 

Such becomes one’s three-way mirror
What others see
What might be
What is inexorable

Façade’s reflection

Vague
Invented
Contorted
Mired
Forged

Such folly 
Mere antecedent
Ultimately without a trace

A Three-Way Shake

Remembering when I was a young lady a few years ago
As gazing through my best friends guest rooms window
Spellbound her twin sister fondling herself passionately
Watching two beautiful women making love, on a video
Then suddenly my girlfriends housekeeper entered and
She was the most gorgeous creation; Angelica in white..
I had long adored her British accent, as her warm heart
Seeming surprised a bit shy until; amid beauty's desires.

Time Alone

We need time alone.

Time alone to play in our love dome.

 Our love dome in it we'll turn on our passionate phones.

On our passionate phones there's no call waiting and no three way calls

And no three way calls is not all clear communication from the party of two

Communication from the party of two clearly stated as me and you

Two clearly stated as me and you know what we came to do

And you know what we came to do; come out of that outfit ;you don't need it


Come out of that outfit ;you don't need it; come here and give mommy some good 
loving.


Need it; come here and give mommy some good loving. Yes, we need what we 
about to do.

Some good loving. Yes, we need what we about to do. So punch in the time clock for 
some me and you time.

So punch in the time clock for some me and you time. Tune in to me and I'll tune in to 
you. Now we have time alone.


Time alone to play in our love dome!

Sanctuary

Tiny quail
Hiding in corn patch
Motionless .......
Kindhearted farmer
Leaves stalks for cover





For Chris's contest

No. 1 in three way tie.

The Queen of Hearts

On the corner of the street 
An old woman with a booth
She laid three cards 
And made her move

She showed the three 
Diamonds, hearts, and spades
"Follow the heart" she said
"And win the game"

Three cards laid across the table
Three loves he couldn't choose
Three lives, three women, three loves of his life
He had two of three to lose.

One card was beauty
Strength and pride
As another held hope
And faith inside

A third was wisdom
And true in spirit
They held his heart
In a three way split

Watching the cards
Closely he glared
Following the heart
Never breaking his stare

They moved and twisted
Side by side
Dancing and prancing
Soon to decide

Suspense and focus
Were high on rise
Racking his mind
Heart hurting inside

His choice was given 
His time now to choose
the old woman stopped
No card made a move

The time had come 
No time to wait
He closed his eyes
And chose his fate

"Shes the one"
He said "Ive known it from the start"
Turning his card
He had chosen the heart

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