lc69hunter
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Poetry does not get the love and attention it deserves her on Lit. I have several authors as favorites who do nothing but poetry, erotic or non-erotic. It is an art that I envy.
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This is a good idea, especially for American Sentences imo. We already have a second challenge leader for August. You could put this in a separate thread and let it be an extra challenge if you want.All of August? Challenge: Write a poem using these words, 'As funny as a one handed man...' Example- As funny as a one handed man doing dishes, any form, extra points for an American sentence.
That's an interesting idea. I was thinking of Melt as a same title challenge if no one volunteered, but puddle_girl came to my rescue and picked up the second challenge for next month. You could do the melting form for September or just post it now in a separate thread. If Harry posts his and you do yours, August will be busy with challenges lol. That's a good thing!Since the heat is melting streets like butter, how about a 'melting form' challenge? We all have been frustrated with forms before, why not try to reshape them under the summer sun?
Thanks Snow! I'll put you down for September.Well, who says September won't be even hotter than August...
Enough time to polish that challenge.
This is so well written, and so apt for the literotica boards. Well done.scent: petrichor
sight: open fields
sound: cars honking
taste: rain drops
touch: hot
It's amazing how itchy
The tall grass is on my body.
It must be after 3pm.
I can hear the cars stopping,
At the end of the open field,
At the traffic light.
One angry car threatens another,
with a honking
to move along.
But I’m comfortable, yet itchy
Lying naked here.
In the wide-open field
where I undressed and
Let you.
When the clouds finally squeezed
Their last rain drops
And the rustling of the grasses
silenced after you finished.
I smell it now.
The petrichor,
Of the grasses
The fumes,
of the cars going by.
And your sex.
Our sex.
It all lingers upon me.
This hot September Monday.
scent: burnt marshmallow
sight: fire
sound: laughter
taste: sugar
touch: soft
I personally like the idea of going back to the poem-a-week thread--I think that worked very well and let people write whatever they wanted, yet it provided a target to shoot for in terms of keeping up with writing. I'd rather the specific challenges be posted by anyone at any time, separate from the overall challenge, as for me at least some of them appeal to me and some do not (for example, my apologies to puddle_girl, but I just don't have anything I want to say about my mother--though I suppose that itself could be something I could write a poem about).It's not too early to think about 2025! Anyone want to do a poem a week again or more challenges like this year? Ideas for themes? Something new?
I want to do a poem a week again, too (because I'm out of my mind lol). I love that if you persevere from January to December you have about a chapbook"s worth of poetry. I know from experience though that some weeks I'm lucky to come up with an American Sentence. Still it's great to practice developing the habit of regular poeming.I personally like the idea of going back to the poem-a-week thread--I think that worked very well and let people write whatever they wanted, yet it provided a target to shoot for in terms of keeping up with writing. I'd rather the specific challenges be posted by anyone at any time, separate from the overall challenge, as for me at least some of them appeal to me and some do not (for example, my apologies to puddle_girl, but I just don't have anything I want to say about my mother--though I suppose that itself could be something I could write a poem about).
Anyway, that's my vote/suggestion.
Having participated deeply in Surrealism, I write poetry and fiction in a way that parallels my life as a hot ho.How does one write a poem? How does one structure a poem?
One really good solution to this is to make a kind of story. It doesn't have to be elaborate, or showy, or linguistically frilly. It just needs to engage the reader with some basic narrative that he or she can relate to.
Like Angie's "Awakening." Twenty lines, very basic story, but interesting and compelling. The poem is more than a "I looked hot in that swimsuit" poem--it references older women's opinion, the narrator's uncertainty about how she looks, her growing confidence about how she looks, the whole thing about incipient sexuality.
It is, in other words, about the emotions experienced by the narrator, which is what makes it a poem.
Or, at least to me, a pretty good one.