.
yes i did
mine eyne follow'd that drip
down hern
naykid length
yess
naykid
in thuh buff
thuh sun loving her canvas
that drip's glister
amplified
az down it
slid slowly
ride’n her
pink
drip
cheese
the cheese is wet
covered in wet
i am wet
i am cheese
melt
i ,am steve...
Glistening wet scales
Reticulated pattern
Meander movements
Braving all odds she dares
step out into the rain sans umbrella
~ hair will surely pay dearly
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
What are you all quacking about!
A little rain never hurt anyone!
Let's do the chicken splash together.
No raincoats or umbrellas are needed,
just a ducky spirit with attitude.
Do not reply if you are afraid to get wet,
or if you want to be a bore.
Now for some rain fun!
Put your right web foot in,
now put your left wed foot in.
Back up and do it again.
All together we will do the chicken splash,
one, two, three, now jump in the puddle.
Is everyone good and wet?
Then we did the chicken splash,
the ducky way.
Kiss my wet lips
A whisper soft, yet all ears hear.
Kiss my wet lips
Real love my mouth gently sips,
To wipe each trace of grief and tear.
To let love exist without fear.
Kiss my wet lips.
.
Written as a Rondelet: A French poem form
For the contest: Rondelet
Contest Judged: May 8th, 2025 9:07:00 AM
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Poem Placement: First
When walking on a wet floor,
Prints are left up to the door.
For the leopard to follow,
Deep in a line.
A layer of water,
Becomes quite slick.
Pick up a broom,
Becomes a hockey stick.
Momma said," Don't walk on my floor!
I just washed the kitchen up to the door!"
Gliding too the living room,
In super soaked socks.
Become ice shoes,
Each foot goes, " Ker plop!"
The floor is drying too fast!
Can't get my skis to travel at last.
Now the floor is dry.
Use my slippers to scuttle right by.
Momma said, "At last you can buff the floors,
As you sail on by!"
She didn't see what the floor is too me.
A glowing pond,
Too ice skate upon.
There was a lad from Dublin
So sad he wanted some lovin’
He fell asleep in class
Woke up to deep laughs
His wanker tall hot as an oven
I'm sitting silently
I had so much to say
But the words stuck in my mouth
I don't know how to write love language
How a broken heart fix the rhythm of life
All the tears frozen in my eyes
Some invisible mixes in the sea
I want this time to rain
But I got wet inside myself.
WET WAVING WATER
Just stand look and see,
full moon reflecting on me;
earth's mirroring sea:-
It was a quiet and sunny Sunday afternoon.
We were still dressed in our Sunday best.
My kids and I had a love affair with the
Golden Gate Park and the Pacific.
It was 43 years ago on a sandy beach.
My daughter was 8; my son was 4.
Our new-born was at home.
Unlike us, he was far too young
to roam like his siblings and me.
With never a thought about Pacific tides,
After church, we went to the ocean.
High upon the rocks, well above the sand,
We had no fear of high tides on the windy shores.
I was not prepared for those tides that came
rushing to the shore, but I instinctively reached
For my little ones. Happily, we were safe but wet.
.
'bout that fjord in
norway
that naiad
frolic'n 'bout it
who caused mine brief
lure
into thuh forest
tuh think i
jejune
regard wet
raiment
'twere
thuh fairy tale
yup
I mean
yeah it were
"she
lurrred me
with sweet redolence
and
wet linen"
thuh readz
tale
in all candor
ROSE dear, in you I see my control gear
RISE from your doubts, feel not any fear
HOT looks of yours, makes me totally wet
HOP and hug me, for you I readied a jet
WAG to me you become, to have my kith and kin
WAR of any kind on earth, for you I will surely win
10th place
It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight, a cold wet windy night. The Crow’s calls I hear moving through the black of night but with sight I see no Crow.
It’s a mean and menacing night tonight and I hear the groans of trees say it so. Rain beats down so very hard tonight as it competes with the winds and cold.
Glistening stone sits in the cold tonight beaten by wind and rain together and on their own. Dark sheen with shadows moving quickly out of sight as clouds pass by streetlight and the Moon.
It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight and I’m glad to be at home. Driving tightly must be the way tonight as nature makes danger of and on the roads.
It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight a night of rain, wind and cold. As I close my eyes to sleep tonight I know that the wind and rain can’t make me cold.
The leaves lie, stuck and slippery;
those in the air, dripping and clinging.
Shivering, as the brisk wind blows;
birds seem to be sleeping sans singing.
Decked pine, in the window, lit, adorned;
light angel above the trimming.
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