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by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: best friend, fun, love, pets,

The Dog of my Life

Shakespearean Sonnet

I remember the day I picked you,
With your sweet little puppy dog eyes.
For my heart was searching for love too,
When I looked down and heard your soft cries.

Your brothers and sisters were running,
They were after a fallen clothes peg,
But there was a puppy so stunning 
Trying hard to get up on my leg.

Four years it has been since that moment
And I thank God daily for his gift
Each day you give me such enjoyment 
Your love has given my heart a lift.

Today I know as clear as can be,
I didn’t pick you; rather you picked me.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.26.2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton 
Contest: Pets
2nd


by kristen bruni |
Categories: love

Vanish

Face to face body leaning
Clothes flying fast to the ground
Breath becoming loud and quick
Disappear in love

by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: love, passion,

A Musical Love

Clothes all wrinkled on the floor...
A pathway of roses to my door...
Like a sweet wine tasting, we sip...
Tasting each others love on our lips...
The radio is off but there are musical sounds...
Our voices harmonize as our bodies lie down...
As our toes curl in passion we melt into the sheets...
The temperatures outside are cool but in the bedroom
it is all about the heat...


Erotica contest....by F.H.
written by Michael J. Falotico
10/24/11

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death, loss,

The Missing

She looks around the room with worried eyes. So many things are missing. What became of all her pretty clothes? With great surprise she notices her dresser’s not the same. The fancy music box that held her pearls is missing too from where it used to sit beside the picture of her precious girls there on the dresser. What became of it? She hears her husband walking toward the room and cries out as she sees him on the stair. He lies down on their bed. She feels his gloom, and then she knows. . . . He cannot see her there! She lingers, helpless, knowing she must go, yet hears him sob, “My love, I miss you so.” Written for Susan Burch's "Missing" Poetry Contest

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: friend,

Best Friend


I find her most congenial, and we
have everything in common; it’s a fact!
With all of her opinions I agree.
Our shelves with books and nic-nacs all are stacked.
To exercise at Vasa gym she goes.
I also love that place, and all the time
she’s my companion at the movie shows!
We love to write and love to make a rhyme,
and we are also glad to be a girl
and wear cute clothes and use accessories.
When on the dance floor, how we love to twirl!
My closest friend is such a cinch to please.
If you’ve met “me,” you’ve met my friend. No lie.
She also calls herself “myself” and “I.”

Dec. 13, 2019 for Regina Riddle's Best Friend Sonnet Contest

by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories: funnylove, me,

Redneck Love Song

I love the way you turn me on
When we sit on our sofa on the lawn

Your breakfast is the greatest dear
Scrambled eggs and a case of beer

I listen to each breath you take
Your snoring always keeps me awake

Remember walking up the hill
To get some moonshine from the still

A romantic dinner would be so fine
Two Big Macs and a glass of shine

You scratch your butt and wash my clothes
You watch TV and pick your nose

I'll love you forever to tell the truth
And when you smile, I love your tooth.

by Flippant She-Creature |
Categories: funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, health, lost love, love, mother, parody, romance, satire, sorry,

Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's ****

Shall I compare thee to your mother's ****?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: clothes,

MY THERMAL VEST

May not be very sexy
Yet I need you to keep me warm

Thin yet lightweight 
Hides my hairy chest
Every winter I cuddle up to you
Really snug
Makes me all cosy
Available in many styles and colours
Lovely next to my skin

Vital in this chilly weather
Extra layer of clothing
Silk ones are the ultimate in comfort and warmth
Thermal vest I love you

Jan Allison
23rd  November 2014

by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: body, clothes, for him, image,

WRESTLING WITH HIS TIGHTS - BAWDY LIMERICK

A wrestler whose first name is Bill Wears tights (but he’s over the hill) He shoves down a sock To enhance his **** It sure gives the ladies a thrill! Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye Even though he’s a man He wears lots of fake tan And baby oil is in constant supply For Phyl with love from FC xx 05/06/17

by James Horn |
Categories: allegory, analogy,

Nurse for Better Or Worse

Nurse for Better Or Worse

Had married my wife for better or worse.
And she ended up becoming a nurse;
Not only that became an Registered RN;
On general floor is where she did begin.

With others her each ability did share
Became part of Neonatal Intensive Care
When she put on each nursing shoe
Would always end up going to NICU.

Each morning when sun would rise
She was an angel in her disguise
Back in those days a person knows
All white were all of her clothes.

Of course now must start to admit;
Love all her patients could never quit
Each day more in love with her fell
Hearing stories she had to tell

Jim Horn

This is all true with no fake news.

by James Fraser |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, i love you, love, relationship, together, water,

When Bubbles Dissipate

Hearing the waters Translucent lavender flow Imagination Enriched blind, senses kick in Silence abounds, clothes in fall Naked to bare dip Porcelain to porcelain Glass of champagne chinks Lapping ripples in caress Submerged delights allure me Patiently I wait Her cue, for me to approach Encroach, I go through Eyes, eye, tanned undulations When said bubbles dissipate

by Mustapha Mohammed |
Categories: beauty, creation, nature,

God In Creation

Who flames the lilies of the field?
And the silver gladsome stars
Or puts a blanket,towering shield
 From heaven's meteor darts.

Who grace the air in alluring sweetness?
And rivers above the expanse
Who clothes them all in retreatness?
To shout,to praise,to dance!

Who gives the rose the purest love   
And the dews its silver -white
Or the blushing trees with arms above
That shakes within the light.

From regions far,to oceans near
Our God he smiles his beauty
From perfumed larks,to the leaping deer
Creation wields his duty!

by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: fear, imagery, life, lost love, metaphor, mystery, relationship,

Cold Heart

For years she thought his heart would warm up,
and open the door for her world.  It felt like walking
in summer clothes in the north pole,
whenever she touched his chest;
she couldn't sigh, breathe or move.
It's as though he was afraid her hands would
melt his frozen heart,
and unravel his secrets.
Sometimes she joked, and asked him whether
he was an Iceman in his past life,
which he shrugged off,
as hailstorms gathered in his eyes.
Every day the space between them was becoming colder
and wider; she couldn't tell between winter
and summer anymore.....

by David Rombo |
Categories: confusion, life,

RULED BY EMOTIONS

I will not be 
ruled by my 
emotions,
Thus I shan’t 
love,
I can’t hate,
I won’t live,
I shall 
obliterate,
Like spoken 
word with no 
debate,
You and I are 
no duplicate,
My body shall 
be a suitcase,
Organs packed 
like folded 
clothes,
Just like an 
open shoe you 
see the toes,
Thus no friends 
and many are 
foes,
No happiness 
only woes,
Because that’s 
the way the 
robot goes,
Neither smile 
nor tear must 
flow,
Not a fright 
when appears a 
crow,
At full power 
alone do my 
eyes glow,
To get no love 
and give none 
back,
To obey, serve,
To torture my 
humanity,
And smother my 
substance,
For everyone 
else? For 
nothing?

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: uplifting, love,

I See Beyond

I see beyond the clothes you wear, The color of your eyes and hair, The things you both love and deplore, Your status, education, or All other worldly things. I swear. . . My love for you cannot compare To any other’s. I’m aware Of what you need that you might soar! I see beyond. You are my child; when in despair, You need to know how much I care. I understood your soul before Your earthly sojourn! Evermore I’ll guide you. Come to me in prayer; I see beyond!
For Paula Swanson's Poetry Contest: I See Beyond

by Nigel Fawcett |
Categories: introspection, love, on writing and words

Tailored words

In the dark light of this winter morn, I see
The clothes that I am expected to wear
(Though, maybe, the fault of illusion lies with me)
From overuse, have become threadbare

        Nothing there…

In a cloak of blue, I steal through these lanes
Measuring myself, roughly, for something new
A suit of humour, to cover my pain
A coat of hope, to stop the doubt shining through

        Do not fit true…

This protective subterfuge cannot last long
So, with the aura of my old hide, around me spread
(Without my own skin I feel so wrong)
In this cloth that is woven from transparent thread

        Words, unaltered, from my head…must soon be said…

by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: funny love,

Footling Around

Footling Around Shoes off Clothes doff Feet reek Spray seek Romance Last chance

by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories: husband, lost love, sea,

Whispers at Daybreak

Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you say

The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”

On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms that separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true

My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end




*Entry for Brian's contest, December 2018

by jennifer smith |
Categories: inspirational, uplifting, beautiful, beautiful, love, may,

ugly and cheap

i may just have an ugly face.
i also maybe cheap
but i have made many "a man race"
as beauty is only skin deep.

i may not be as pretty as a picture
but i have often made a choice
and i may not be any richer
but there is love in my voice.

i may not have lovely clothes
but i can make love to you
and i may not be beautiful as a rose
but i know when love is true.

i may not have a beautiful body
but it is still kept on view
and i may not be small and often in the nuddy
but my affections are on cue

so if you rate your love on looks alone
i think I'll just leave and tarry
because you heart is colder than stone
your the type for me not to marry.

by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: lost lovehalloween,

"Just Four Walls"

I took the pictures down and folded all the clothes...
The carpet seems new where the couch used to sit...
A freshly painted outline used to hide behind our photo...
The plants are gone ,the fish tank is empty, only left
are echoes of our life...
His and her's boxes sit by the door like Halloween candy
ready to be given out..
Where love once rang out only whispers can be heard...
No more lights in the window or a lit candle on the piano...
The welcome mat is all rolled up like so many holidays went by..
One last glance as darkness fills the room, still the only warm
memory is lingering smell of your perfume...


Empty Apartment contest

by Dalton Ogletree |
Categories: creation, imagination, perspective, poetry, rap, word play, writing,

More

10/9/17


More houses
More boundless

More guns
More funds

More drugs
More plugs

More liquor
More, get the picture?

More logic
More and more profit

More of that
More A.S.A.P.

More gas
More cash

More in my glass
More before I pass

More wax
More racks

More in my cup
More of that stuff

More tabs
More dabs

More jars
More cars
More bars

More decks of cards
More yards

More of living large
More of taking charge

More paths being carved
More firearms

More tools
More jewels

More shoes
More booze

More clothes
More homes

More love
More of all of the above

by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: humorous, lost love, lust,

Yet another lover

When yet another lover flees my cat sized bed
and leaves me wild and comely in the night
I wonder if it's unknown words I've read
Or is it that my eyes have taken flight?

I tempt the sin with all my female parts.
They feel I'm like a spider with a bat,
to cure ,devour,digest my ghoulish pests,
They think they should be learning on the sat.

But some who mind me feel they have been robbed.
I give them all detention,I'm a liar.
I give them generous fare and sing sheeps' songs.
I give them comfort like a hellish fire

Oh,come back ,bad boy ,don't desert me yet,
The clothes I thrashed for you are not quite set.

by Junice Lanza |
Categories: betrayal, clothes, depression,

What hurt's me the most

Every time your not next to me
I fell like your being distant

Every time your saying mean things
It makes me feel like you don't love me at all

Every time we argue
It hurts me so much it makes me want to hurt myself

Every time you give me an attitude
I feel like your bringing me down

Every time your angry at things I tell you
It makes me feel like you hate me

Every time you look away from me
I feel like you don't want to be with me

Every time I try to joke around 
You get mad at the jokes I make

But what hurts me the most
Is the way you accuse me of cheating

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: clothes,

Just Two Pairs of Shoes

I have inside my wardrobe many clothes
composed of dresses, blouses, slacks and tops,
and as the number of these items grows,
so does my footwear. Lord, it never stops!

I’m not too good at throwing stuff away
except for things from when I was size nine!
So I can change my outfits day to day.
I love variety. It is divine!

I match accessories and jewelry
with all my clothing with its many hues.
I think I’d suffer from anxiety
without a rather large supply of shoes!

If just two pairs of shoes were all I owned,
I’d somehow have to get them color-cloned!


Aug. 1, 2017 for the Two Pair of Shoes Contest of John Lawless

by Lewis Raynes |
Categories: art, emotions, heart, love, lust, passion,

Painting Emotions

I took you in and held you tight, 
I danced into your soul,
And took the rope you balanced on, 
Dislodged your self-control,

To pull apart your shattered heart, 
Rebuild your classic pose,
And paint the lust inside your mind, 
Underneath the clothes,

For me, I had to fuel my pain, 
I had to feel what I had broke,
To create a world that I had lost, 
With every painful stroke,

So I built you up then tore you down, 
I played with what you are,
I captured, on canvas, the truth to you, 
Your hurt, your rent, your scar.


Written 4th Feb entered into Brian's Contest