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Poetry slam ..what is your favourite poem

April 03 2019

About love,lust or just sex.It can e omething you have written or something you have read.I can be erotic,humorous or just pain dirty. I will post my favourites later. Hugs Q

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  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    I knew a girl named Nikki I guess you could say she was a sex fiend I met her in a hotel lobby Masturbating with a magazine She said 'how'd you like to waste some time'? And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind (Prince, 1984).

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    It’s a little dark, but beautiful.. Annabel Lee BY EDGAR ALLAN POE It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    For 20 years that’s been a favourite of mine...

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    THE WHOLE PROCESS is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, it breaks forcefully, one way or another, from its confinement – or find a deeper well. Antony and Cleopatra were right; they have shown the way. I love you or I do not live at all. DAFFODIL TIME is past. This is summer, summer! the heart says, and not even the full of it. No doubts are permitted – though they will come and may before our time overwhelm us. We are only mortal but being mortal can defy our fate. We may by an outside chance even win! We do not look to see jonquils and violets come again but there are, still, the roses! ROMANCE HAS no part in it. The business of love is cruelty which, by our will, we transform to live together. It has its seasons, for and against, whatever the heart fumbles in the dark to assert toward the end of May. JUST AS THE nature of briars is to tear flesh, I have proceeded through them. Keep the briars out, they say. You cannot live and keep free of the briars. CHILDREN PICK flowers. Let them. Though having them in hand they have no further use for them but leave them crumpled at the curb’s edge. AT OUR AGE the imagination across the sorry facts lifts us to make roses stand before the thorns. Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse – at least, blinded by the light, young love is. But we are older, I to love and you to be loved, we have, no matter how, by our wills survived to keep the jewelled prize always at our finger tips. We will it so and so it is past all accident.

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Love reading these so far... beautiful words

  • horneycouplewa

    horneycouplewa

    7 years ago

    ROSES ARE REDNUTS ARE ROUNDSKIRTS R UPPANTIES ARE DOWNBELLY TO BELLYSKIN TO SKINWHEN IT'S STIFFSTICK IT IN : )

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    The International Poetry Contest had come down to two semifinalists: an English Cambridge graduate and an Aussie bloke from Dubbo. They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word. The word they were given was "Timbuktu". First to recite his poem was the Englishman. He stepped to the microphone and said:Destination---Timbuktu. Men on camels, two by two Trekked a lonely caravan. Slowly across the desert sand The crowd went crazy! No way could the Aussie top that, they thought. The Aussie calmly made his way to the microphone and recited: So I bucked one, and Timbuktu. They was three, and we was two, Met three shielas in a pop up tent. Me and Tim a-fishin went, The Aussie won hands down :-)

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Horneycouplewa romance is wide and varied and comes in many formats! That one brought a smile to my face 😀

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Quoting 'cenwest' foir some reason the lines in the Aussie poem were reversed when posted ???? Me and Tim a-fishin went, Met three shielas in a pop up. tentThey was three, and we was two,So I bucked one, and Timbuktu.

  • horneycouplewa

    horneycouplewa

    7 years ago

    Yes indeed, I do have my moments of romance....somewhere hidden deep and saved for my gorgeous hubby !!! Glad I could put a smile on your face xx, it does tend to be a goal in my life :)

  • MsJonesy

    MsJonesy

    7 years ago

    Your are a woman And I am a man But I think Perhaps With a little effort And creativity We could still be An abomination. J Warren Welch (He is the man in the poem, not me, just in case anyone is confused 😁)

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Stop all the clocks,cut of the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the piano and with muffled drums Bring out the coffin let the mourners come. He was my north my south.my east my west. My working week and my Sunday rest. My noon my midnight,my talk my song. I thought that love would last forever I was wrong W.H.Auden

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    I first read this poem when I was just ten. If I were tickled by the rub of love A rooking girl who stole me from her side Broke through her straws,breaking my bandaged string. If the red tickle as the cattle calve. Still set to scratch a laughter from my lung. I would not fear the apple or the flood Nor the bad blood of Spring. Dylan Thomas

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    You're giving me answers to all of my questions here on my pillow. Can't nothing get in between us, baby, we've been waiting on this moment for so long. You want to be reckless, restless right until tomorrow... When I put my lips on you, you feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me. Make you cry for me. When I put my lips on you, I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me, baby cry for me. (Maroon 5).

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    When I was flipping burgers at maccas, we used to help keep our focus by challenging each other in the kitchen to make up limericks using random criteria.... Of course we couldn’t choose our own criteria, so I get tuna, sex, and a valid township name.... My outcome was... There was a young man from Thoona, Who loved to go under the doona, As he went down under her gown, He reckoned it smelled like tuna... Glad we weren’t working the drive thru that day 😂😂

  • missy_mo0

    missy_mo0

    7 years ago

    The Confluence, by Luke Lesson, won an Australian Poetry Slam comp

  • missy_mo0

    missy_mo0

    7 years ago

    I’ve written one of my own, too much to type off a mobile

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    I've written a Limerick just now... There was a fine fillie from Brissie That knew how to make her man dizzy She pulled out the lube Then smothered her boobs 'Oo aaa' he cried then there was jizzie.

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Kissmoi Maybe an abridged version please? Love to hear some of it at least.

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Taking a break from my assignment... another Limerick. RHP men have super powers that lets them lick pussy for hours they will lick and they'll suck till she'll spasm and buck And juices will squirt from her flower

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    One more for the road... The RHP ladies are choosy and they work you over a doozie Won't reply to your text leave you waiting, you're vexed To forums you vent when you're woozy. 🤙

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Not poetry but two quotes I’ve recently found.. She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire. And You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy, because you understand them but they do not understand you.

  • RHP

    RHP User

    7 years ago

    Our favourite is from Rumi; beyond good and evil is a field. I’ll Meet you there.

  • RHP

    RHP User

    6 years ago

    Lather my tongue In the long lasting taste Of your lavender lace Quicken your breathing Pulse Hastened pace From Licks lightly placed In a place that invades your space The feeling will never be forgotten And can never be replaced Like a long lasting taste Swell Layin on a king-sized bed, completely naked, legs wide spread, a nectar sacred, from natures well, not a single drop wasted, of the most delicious thing, I have ever tasted, life is swell

  • Obi1kenietzsche

    Obi1kenietzsche

    6 years ago

    “The love song of J.Edgar Prufrock” Basically the original version of “what’s wrong with my profile?” but written in prose (and WAY before internet dating and forums came along! 😊. Obi1

  • Obi1kenietzsche

    Obi1kenietzsche

    6 years ago

    I think I simply love you! Lol! Obi1

  • MrNatural77

    MrNatural77

    6 years ago

    Country girls are pretty, they're lying in the grass, They put their heads between their legs, and whistle up their Aaaunty Mary had a canary, she also had a duck. She took em behind the kitchen door, and taught them how to Fffffry eggs and bacon, quarter pound of cheese, the more you eat the more you wanna Peeeter had a boat, the boat began to rock, up jumped a shark and but him on the cock-tail, ginger ale, martini too, paddle your own, wank your own, paddle your own canoe. First heard that as a kid, thought it was hilarious

  • MrNatural77

    MrNatural77

    6 years ago

    Backstroking lover, also hiding neath the covers Til I talked to my daddy, he say He said "you ain't seen nothing til your down on a muffin Then you're sure to be a-changing your ways." Amen Aerosmith