Minimalist Poetry Contest

You,
two echoes away from me,
peppery-musky, shower fresh,
my senses tingling
under your loving gaze.
Your toothpaste breath coming close,
your lips pressing against mine,
my fingertips locking eyes
with your clean shaven cheek.

The Spiritual Eye

With one's third eye opened
to beyond all that is at hand
One may heed the Spirit
to bring forth understanding
Surpassing the wisdom of man

:tailor STATELY

Eye see your
I's, your terrible
formation of
lies.

1 week til the deadline, still plenty of time to submit!

irresistible

it never fails
to wake me
every time I see
your bedroom eyes

Alas, I'm late yet again. But your results are finally here!

cacian: Interesting and unique. I liked the last few lines.

Pendragon: Perfectly minimalist and lovely alliteration.

sundarramchand: A bit lengthy for a minimalist contest, but in other contexts I certainly enjoyed it.

YesNo: It takes true talent to write a full poem in only four words, and you've succeeded.

Dark Muse: Beautiful, unique, and original. Loved the last stanza.

krymsonkyng: Simple and lyrical. I liked "smiling black."

DieterM: I adored your lovely descriptions using the senses, it really made the piece feel real and come alive.

tailor STATELY: An interesting take using the third eye.

breathtest: Your alliteration and use of eyes and I's made it entertaining to read and very unique.

Haunted: Romantic and lyrical.

This was a very close one but I'll have to give the win to................DieterM. You're up!

I'd like to add an honorable mention as well to Dark Muse, who was a close second.

Thank you! And congrats to DieterM

Dark Muse I thank very much for the feedback and congratulations to DieterM.:santasmil

Congratulations, DieterM! :seeya:

Hey, guys, I'm really really flattered - made my day, it did. Thanks to moonbird. And of course I stumbled upon the outcome rather late. I think I'm desperately gagging for holidays... So, what shall we write about next time, huh? How about "smoke"?

Yeah, let's make it smoke then. Up to you, as always, to make something out of it. I'm sure you'll come up with fine & fascinating poetry yet again.

Deadline? Jan. 22nd 2012.

In the meantime, I wish you all a merry merry XMas, a happy new year; have yourself a wonderful time, and see ya next year - that is, inch'allah, if God wants it. :santasmil:ciappa:

Clearing the Air

Smokey future, smokey past--
The present's clear and it will last.

Toxic Love

Smoke lingers off the edge
of your lips, sensuously
curling in the air.

Drawing me in,
a subtle reminder
of the poison you are
but like any addiction
there is no escape.

I only want a taste
of the nicotine
on your lips,
to inhale your sins,
knowing it will
be the death of me.

it feels so dense
dark is the fence
that stands apart
with doors ajar,

light is the smoke
that lifts the tense
around the clays
wood and terrains,

fenced up
the doors,
open once more
freeing the senses
letting the denses
out of their ways
breath upon fresh!
windows of hope!

The smoke forms vague shapes
The Past
The Present
And even ghosts
Of that which is yet to come

Pendragon

He smoked his cigarettes like commas,
or sometimes like semi-colons;
Vague the meaning was.