They're Kinda Corny, But...

[SoSeductive]

I thought I'd bite the bullet and post a couple of my poems here anyways. Lemme know what you think (while keeping in mind that poetry isn't exactly my forte ).

The Sound Of Your Voice

I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
The way you can't help but cry out in pure ecstasy
The way your hands tremble as they run through my hair
The confessions of love you instinctively share
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
Lets me know without a doubt there's no place you'd rather be

And if that weren't bad enough, here's my lame attempt at unconventionalism...

Stripped

Nervous
Anxiety
Kills
Erotic
Dreams....You can't hide behind your clothing.


I should probably stick to short stories.

 

[flyguy69]

I thought I'd bite the bullet and post a couple of my poems here anyways. Lemme know what you think (while keeping in mind that poetry isn't exactly my forte ).

The Sound Of Your Voice

I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
The way you can't help but cry out in pure ecstasy
The way your hands tremble as they run through my hair
The confessions of love you instinctively share
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
Lets me know without a doubt there's no place you'd rather be

And if that weren't bad enough, here's my lame attempt at unconventionalism...

Stripped

Nervous
Anxiety
Kills
Erotic
Dreams....You can't hide behind your clothing.


I should probably stick to short stories.

These are the sort of poems you should fold up and tuck into his briefcase/lunchbox. They may not be high art, but you'll put a grin on his face that will last all day!

 

[SoSeductive]

Lunchbox Poetry, huh? Sounds good to me.

Thanks for the comments, hun.

 

[bogusbrig]

I thought I'd bite the bullet and post a couple of my poems here anyways. Lemme know what you think (while keeping in mind that poetry isn't exactly my forte ).

The Sound Of Your Voice

I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
The way you can't help but cry out in pure ecstasy
The way your hands tremble as they run through my hair
The confessions of love you instinctively share
I love the sound of your voice when you make love to me
Lets me know without a doubt there's no place you'd rather be

And if that weren't bad enough, here's my lame attempt at unconventionalism...

Stripped

Nervous
Anxiety
Kills
Erotic
Dreams....You can't hide behind your clothing.

This is sort of advertisement copywriting and graphic design concrete poetry. Not to be sniffed at. It's a poetry form that is far more abundant in our society than so called high art poetry, whatever that is. Just because it is not rarefied doesn't mean it has no value. Naked is amusing and it reminds me of an advetisement I saw today in Rotterdam. A poster showing a line of female backsides wearing panties/knickers and underneath in large letters, the word, BILLBOARD. BILL in Dutch meaning botton/arse. ie. Arseboard. If poetry is about playing with words, that advertisement was poetry. Poetry is everywhere and everything.

Oh. The advertisement was for Sloggi knickers.

 

[flyguy69]

This is sort of advertisement copywriting and graphic design concrete poetry. Not to be sniffed at. It's a poetry form that is far more abundant in our society than so called high art poetry, whatever that is. Just because it is not rarefied doesn't mean it has no value. Naked is amusing and it reminds me of an advetisement I saw today in Rotterdam. A poster showing a line of female backsides wearing panties/knickers and underneath in large letters, the word, BILLBOARD. BILL in Dutch meaning botton/arse. ie. Arseboard. If poetry is about playing with words, that advertisement was poetry. Poetry is everywhere and everything.

Oh. The advertisement was for Sloggi knickers.

People would buy something called Sloggi Knickers? Depends on how they got sloggi in the first place, I suppose.