Sensual metaphors

[sandspike]

tides rushing in, tiptoes up.
gliding with the ride, sinking in
wiggles trickling too.

silent breeze uponloving cheeks.
like a checkerboard paradise,
zig zagged with seagull treasures
and heavenly songs.

persuasive palms swaying,
humming hammock calling out
... lets play n surf. rest
be one within this place,
our sanctuary, our home.

ck ~ welcome back
it seems to say.
welcome ... ba

I like this hammock thing you have going on here.

"welcome back
it seems to say.
welcome ... back"

Just one tip and it has nothing to do with poetry. Leave either your heart
or soul at the shore and there is no need to be welcomed back. You are
always there. As for me I leave my brain. cool poem

 

[tungtied2u]

Steam swirls, carrying memories
of bodies moving weightless
in waves of passion
as currents collide, water
splashes over the side
while beneath the undertow
draws you in, deeper
into secret sweet caverns
envelopes, draws you into the depth
a sub-surface volcano,
ready for release

 

[RhymeFairy]

I like this hammock thing you have going on here.

"welcome back
it seems to say.
welcome ... back"

Just one tip and it has nothing to do with poetry. Leave either your heart
or soul at the shore and there is no need to be welcomed back. You are
always there. As for me I leave my brain. cool poem

I completely understand.

I can feel the breeze on my cheeks still.
The air swirling around, just sinking in past bone,
marrow n blood. veins pumping, exhilarating joy
escapes and fill every pore ... welcome back
... yes, back home ~

mmmmmmmmm

 

[bluerains]

Sentiment strands
of pearl riches
tap memory waves
in sand castles
not of avariciousness
pious pilgrim leftovers
from hard times
of ‘29,
or from a consignment of baby
boomer’s living on supply
and demand.

Beauty , the eye of a cloned
beholder
views a sandcastle
as a portrait of a pirate...

 

[bluerains]

Thank you Blue. There are several of you guys that seem to see the
'beach' as I do. I admire the way you guys can write about my heaven
and things that are unrelated to the same. I'm afraid we all are seeing
the coast line change. If it gets so sorry down south that you can't find
a place for your blanket. Just take a bus up to Carolina. As the Pointer
Sisters sang "I'll Take You There".

the bass drums play
and shhhhhh.........
horns blow overhead,
the bass drums play
and shhhhh.........
as they receed,
time and more has
kept the beat that
man has tried to destory

I know no metaphor thingy. Just a sad look at a brilliant sea.
Figure the above out and let me know. (shhhhhh like the sound you
make for someone to shut up.)

No one can own...the rhythm of a day...

 

[bluerains]

let me know what you think..

Steam swirls, carrying memories
of bodies moving weightless
in waves of passion
as currents collide, water
splashes over the side
while beneath the undertow
draws you in, deeper
into secret sweet caverns
envelopes, draws you into the depth
a sub-surface volcano,
ready for release

this inspired my last post...ty...

 

[bluerains]

tides rushing in, tiptoes up.
gliding with the ride, sinking in
wiggles trickling too.

silent breeze uponloving cheeks.
like a checkerboard paradise,
zig zagged with seagull treasures
and heavenly songs.

persuasive palms swaying,
humming hammock calling out
... lets play n surf. rest
be one within this place,
our sanctuary, our home.

welcome back
it seems to say.
welcome ... back ~

lullaby waves call
building in heat of our sun
we nurture our love

 

[bluerains]

great images on this one Arturo

moon on horizon
watercolored fantasy
wants to take you deep

the sand
between shore and mountains
where the worlds divide
soft meets hard
and hard kisses soft

warm sand glistens
under a bright sun
wind teasing
the surface layer
in dancing twists

there are a lot of places to be
like the mountains
and valleys
but I like it where
the land meets
the sea

 

[bluerains]

My weakness is the sea
Its music beaches my veins
and I am caught between tide
and sky waiting for an echo
in a swan song..

 

[My Erotic Trail]

My weakness is the sea
Its music beaches my veins
and I am caught between tide
and sky waiting for an echo
in a swan song..

the earth day story contest is coming and I was debating on an earth and sea love affair, this pic sent me into a tail spin of ideas <grin <ty>

 

[sandspike]

well..... I like it

love stuck in bottles
carried upon ocean's
perpetual motions
throw callus hearts

through brilliant blue days
never ending nights
topsy-turvy emotional waves
until tides deposit time served
onto where ever you are

 

[My Erotic Trail]

My weakness is the sea
Its music beaches my veins
and I am caught between tide
and sky waiting for an echo
in a swan song..

worlds within worlds
mountains tower over
the blue ocean
life above and below
the surface
body wrapped around
a soul
that absorbs the glow

 

[bluerains]

worlds within worlds
mountains tower over
the blue ocean
life above and below
the surface
body wrapped around
a soul
that absorbs the glow

I shall have to ponder on a reply to this
awesome gem...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

bows humble

how do you post a picture into the thread as you have done here. I know how to attach a pic but have yet to learn the art of entering a picture into a post <grin...?

 

[bluerains]

bows humble

how do you post a picture into the thread as you have done here. I know how to attach a pic but have yet to learn the art of entering a picture into a post <grin...?

First do a google image search and you have to click on the image and then

you will see an icon saying click to see size of image and you copy and paste the address
to your thread and then put

[/url] between the html...like below...

 

[vampiredust]

I think amber is a pretty sensual poetic metaphor, the way it drips from trees, damn that makes me hot....

 

[bluerains]

I think amber is a pretty sensual poetic metaphor, the way it drips from trees, damn that makes me hot....

So warm this amber blanket of peace
as its illustrious color seeps
into my dream
and if my eye should turn away
would this fade with sunset or
by chance could I
become part of the blanket
swaying deeply into its folds of delight
taking flight with a dreamer...

 

[quietpoet]

New one...

Echoes, Revisited

Solitary note repeats, carrier of ancient memories
far from the pull of earthly gravity;
held breath through lucid depths
lifts life’s albatross above caramelized
fragments of bittersweet yesterdays.

Bass beats through unknown eons,
reflecting back dreams of simpler times,
gently fading to pond ripples,
lonely cry of the loon pulls you in,
beyond acid clouds of poison smog.

Feel the fog rise and ebb, transmit dreams
on oily backs of black and white caricatures
‘till the beat of life releases darkest night.
Cymbals shimmer in faint distance, carrying
high and low through primordial ooze.

You see them, feel them, hear them,
secret hints of the joyous tempo of life,
a crescendo of today, tomorrow,
oh sweet release, beckon with power
of a million suns, illuminating this morning.

Breath, subtle, bespeaks an awakening,
a recognition of the only one,
welcoming ambassadors of morning,
and so you throw the windows wide
and call to me across the sky…

Credit to Pink Floyd for the inspiration, a few of the words,
and one of the most illuminated songs…ever

 

[bluerains]

love stuck in bottles
carried upon ocean's
perpetual motions
throw callus hearts

through brilliant blue days
never ending nights
topsy-turvy emotional waves
until tides deposit time served
onto where ever you are

 

[My Erotic Trail]

testing....

thanks blue...

 

[bluerains]

testing....

thanks blue...

look out ..me thinks I have created an eagle becoming a
phoenix

 

[My Erotic Trail]

look out ..me thinks I have created an eagle becoming a
phoenix

thank you sweet lady...
phoenix fire starter here <grin

 

[sandspike]

cool church key

journey to heart through
armloads of festival
crabs and oysters steamed
by passion and heated moments

capture his soul
controlling the key
unleash wet kisses
amber and rhythmic, lasting devotion
with the turn of a wrist

 

[RhymeFairy]

If I could but touch
lean into warm natural love
that burns so bright.
Have a wrinkle of that cloud
wiffle across skin
hands.

Body hot
with tension of holding back,
tha burn sinks inside
dwelling within. Daring not
one touch
one look.
daring ...not.

Just let it burn on.
Watch
with wonderment,
see what,
could have been.
While I burn.


Burn


on ~

 

[bluerains]

someone may have thought

I think amber is a pretty sensual poetic metaphor, the way it drips from trees, damn that makes me hot....

you were speaking of this..

http://waynesword.palomar.edu/images/arausp1b.jpg Ouch...