The Monthly Poetry Challenge, August 2006

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Inspiration, motivation, celebration, competition, conflagration, communion...call it what you will...this is the place to have some fun while you challenge and stretch yourself to be a better poet and offer constructive feedback and critique to help others become better poets.

Guidelines
Each month one new Poetry Challenge will be offered by a Literotica poet volunteer. To volunteer, see the thread called: The Monthly Poetry Challenge - Logistics & Reveries.

There are no winners, losers or prizes, and everyone is always eligible.

You can enter as many poems as you like, but remember, if you want feedback and critique you have to give feedback and critique. A primary goal is that every poem entered receive some form of constructive feedback and critique. Let us agree that a good rule of thumb is to offer constructive feedback and critique on a minimum of two poems for every one poem you enter. Those deemed to be taking advantage of the generosity of others will be served up the worst kind of poetic justice!

Each poem should be in a separate post to this thread (whether submitted to Literotica or not). If you do not want to receive feedback or critique you must state so with each poem you enter. You are still responsible to offer feedback and critique even if you decline it from others.

Deadlines
The Monthly Poetry Challenge will be posted by the 1st day of each month. The deadline for entries will be the 14th of each month. Feedback and critique will be offered from the 15th to the last day of each month.

Thank you, and enjoy.
 
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In the spirit of coming together in poetic community, I thought introductions might be in order for the madien voyage of The Monthly Poetry Challenge.

Here is your mission, if you choose to accept it:

Write an erotic or non-erotic poem using your Literotica screen name/nickname, or the Literotica screen name/nickname of another person.

*Poems are due no later than August 14. Post your poems to this thread, whether you submit them to Literotica or not. Feedback and critiques will begin on the 15th and end on the last day of August. See Post 1 in this thread for more detailed guidelines.

Enjoy!

In poesis,
S&D
 
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Question can we break up the names? You know like 3 word names in 2 or three different lines?
 
ok - I'll go first...

HotKittySpank

well fuck-a-doodle-do
what's a girl to do?
with a name like this
you know I was bad
and had to take my licks



-----sorry ; )
I promise I will do better next time...
 
HotKittySpank said:
HotKittySpank

-----sorry ; )
I promise I will do better next time...

Oh please don't! Don't do better better as in more serious or proper... Or something like that. That was a good laugh =)
 
HotKittySpank L

Slap!
painful blow that stings a crossed my
ass, sparking the lustful surge in the
nerves, that makes my
Kitty Hot



I think I was trying hard to make a concrete poem. Or maybe I was concrete in try to make a poem hard.... I am not exactly sure which.
 
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EriAliSaa said:
Slap!
painful blow that stings a crossed my
ass, sparking the lustful surge in the
nerves, that makes my
Kitty Hot



I think I was trying hard to make a concrete poem. Or maybe I was concrete in try to make a poem hard.... I am not exactly sure which.


tee hee hee! and away we go...
 
Tzara

I chose for symbol and for joke. The former,
to evoke Dada's daddy Sami R.,

pulling words from crumpled hat
in crowded bar, the crowd aghast

as nouns and verbs are senseless strung
like beads on syntax's string to be a poem.

The joke, though, seems to be on me.
I did not expect the friendly ease

and wry flirtatious charms of
those who've made me a teased aura.
 
Tzara said:
Tzara

I chose for symbol and for joke. The former,
to evoke Dada's daddy Sami R.,

pulling words from crumpled hat
in crowded bar, the crowd aghast

as nouns and verbs are senseless strung
like beads on syntax's string to be a poem.

The joke, though, seems to be on me.
I did not expect the friendly ease

and wry flirtatious charms of
those who've made me a teased aura.


love, love, love : )
 
My Erotic Trail


My Erotic Trail
twists and turns
like an unpaved
country road.

Veiled by trees
that border the woods
filled with many tales
like a sheet
with a story
in it's print.

Revealing my tail
in the Art
of making love
on nights, I travel not
but as I look
into my past
I see
My Erotic Trail
 
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Feh, this is too easy. Feels like I have to choose a name other than mine.
 
Becoming Blue Rain

Fastening wet eyes on
cascading blue rains
while drinking the blues
from a bottle of brut.

Both should make me high
reaching for the sky,
yet, solitude need only
spill to the
ground to drown...
 
tristesse two/too (non-erotic)

A guilty pleasure once turned
sad by Francois Sagan then
spurned and turned again
saddened once more
but resilient too
refusing to fade silently
rising phoenix like
by adding a two
not blue, green perhaps
but learning.​
 
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Well, seeing as how I made this name up for an AD&D character almost 15 years ago, I'll prolly do something with other people's names. 'Cause, near as I can tell, the word's only RL meaning stems from some company that deals in high tech communication equipment.
 
Night's End

Dawn rises,
soft, red-orange flower
building its way to
blinding fireball,

I drop the bag with
a clang, tools of the
trade are heavy, and head
to the back.
Bed and shower vie for
my attention, but cool water
wins out over soft, comforting
pillows.

Standing in the spray, I
unwind from the night;
even as I watch the
vampire dust spiral down
the drain.
 
to whit when left to rest
would lose sparkle and chill
warming to mellow gold
still sweet but soon the bite
of age to add a tang
not found in fruit ripe
picked from the vine
dry and intoxicating to whet
wit and add mischief
to conversation and games
that would do better
in the bedroom but still
played in the boardroom
even if the field is country
club ballroom and players
wear formals shed in the heat
of the volley and sent
to the cleaners for removing
a night of excess and champagne
from the fabric worn once
then handed down to the maid
 
darkecstacy

Grapling in shadows
Grasping in red/black spaces
Dirty silouettes dance
Clumsy, gasping
Rasping whispers
Worlds shrinking into
Hands, mouths,
pulsing, pumping,
Bass rhythms
quickening towards
Dark ecstacy
 
Seems we're off to an auspisious start!

I've been out of the loop unexpectedly for a week.

Guess I better get back in gear...I'm not done with mine yet!

The Feedback and critiques begin on Tuesday, the 15th.

S&D
 
I really gotta stop trying...

watching her
walking slowly, yet pilfering
purpose with each step
unkempt hair crazily askew
she dives her fingers into it
impossible to consider
through her ebony tresses;

people stare
at the gesture, at her, aghast
she is not from here
clocked timeless beauty run amok
cotton anger in charcoal eyes
peace straining freedom
not your average gina
 
When I look at you
What do you see?
Persnickety puss
Words puffed with glee

Curiosity flying
I pounce in great leaps
Sometimes forgetting
To mind claws and teeth

What is in a name?
Such a silly thing
It does not describe
My inner being

I hide behind lines
Saucy sass biting
Batting my lashes
Catty words cutting

Thin as worn tissue
Fragile as old glass
Artful words kept you
From seeing my cracks

I have sheltered in
This cocoon so long
Searching always for
My way to be strong

Witness emergence
My eyes opened wide
Sweet inspiration
From flowering mind

Craftily care fused
Brilliant shades and hues
Opening fresh wings
Dried under hot view

Learning to fly from
Open hands I leap
Wings throwing rainbows
Thankful at your feet


(my 'name' sucks - hard to be serious with it - so I expanded on the idea - hope that's ok)
 
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