Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 27: write a poem comparing your lover to an animal.
Form : any
Line requirements: 8 lines or more

Questions?

Your black hair hides your silverback.
Inactive for vast parts of the day,
you leap into a fray and throw
sheaves of leaves into the air.
Lesser males dip their eyes at your glare.

All those explosive testosterone flares
have not fooled me
...I know you are really a teddy bear.

I open your envelope and you are there
like a scented magazine on a spring day,

or a skunk that walks across the yard at night
when no one is watching;

and the thoughts of your absence circle my mind
like buzzards over a certain area of the woods

where I don't go
and you don't either.

Just to caress that soft and supple body,
massaging away all the day's worries,
I love how by night, she wears her furs,
she knows that I find it so lovely.

How I care for that coat, and keep it sublime
in texture, so perfect to touch;
I keep it conditioned until it shines;
I love how she loves that so much.

Her foul breath blows upon me
until I can hardly breathe;
and to think that I can find beauty
despite her dirt and her fleas.

She eats me out of house and home
and greets me with her barks and moans
about the troubles of her day
as I massage the day away.

Still I love her where others fail
to see beyond her breasts, so pale.
Her homely visage is still beautiful to me
for within her eyes, I can see a symphony.
Her gaunt, awkward frame is a turn-off to many,
but I could care less about this outward beauty,
the lack thereof, it simply doesn't faze me,
not while her integrity abseils.

And the harshness of her maw
and her fingernails like claws
they simply are not cause
for me to abandon this darling.
I promised her my all, 'til death do us part,
to always share my home, to always share my heart.

my lover’s a Leo

Lion in Waiting

The king of all beasts
hears her call
above the savannah rushes. I pursue
her musk scented trail, shaking
my mane, whipping this tail.

Shed lingerie points
the way to our love
den atop the hill. Her hindquarters
beckon to me, curved
in an arc across our bed.

My feline extends
on all fours
to lift her magnificent tail. I bound
to the spot where she lay
and fondly lick her
superb pelt.

My lioness growls
in rapture, as red dawn spreads
over the bush. I mount my mate,
nipping her neck, rigid
as a baobab tree.

Lying content
within the grass, paws reach
for the warm lemon sun. I’ve become
a dandy lion with my pussy
sprawled beside me.

The warmth has helped uncurl you,
spread soft among the bedding,
I have brought the swaying stalks,
to whisper you from foraged fields,
a trace reveals a hungered look
that strokes your eyes to saucers,
babbled under fresh melt brooks.

A stretched out smile sets sail
on curled up coracle leaves,
spinning through the rapids,
then eddies tremble in the reeds
deep inside the riverbank,
we twist entwined by tails,
and dance before the harvest
has time to lift our veils.

Tentacles
and ink,
keep me in
the darkness,
while you pull
slight of hand
and keep me
confused.

My love, he is a grizzly bear.
He’s rather big, he has brown hair
and brown eyes too, and hairy arms
and other grizzly bear-like charms
He often grunts when he’s displeased
but he shuts up when he’s appeased.
He’s fond of honey in his drinks
and into hibernation sinks
in winter time; he stays in bed
and gets up only to be fed.
In autumn time he strips the trees
of fruit that hides amid the leaves.
He’s Fond of jam with berries in.
His hairy face it hides his grin.
He doesn’t dance, he isn’t trained,
he’s rather wild, he’s quite untamed.
I tell him he’s a grizzly bear-
Its a private joke we share.

Does he lumber around in a shirt, but no pants?

Only a Memory Now
fim 4/28/14

She was an Irish setter,
her hair lustrous as it was long.
It drew then mesmerized your attention
much like a favorite song.

She possessed the brilliance of a thousand suns
and Ginger Roger’s grace,
both innocence and impishness
adorned her angelic face

Her eyes always exuded eagerness
to engage, penetrate and delight
she was always fun to be with
in the day, but especially the night.

The canine association seems to work
she was faithful and with devotion replete
and with only my slightest hint of desire
she would fuck me like a bitch in heat.

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(04-28-2014, 11:02 AM)Mopkins Wrote:  My love, he is a grizzly bear.
He’s rather big, he has brown hair
and brown eyes too, and hairy arms
and other grizzly bear-like charms
He often grunts when he’s displeased
but he shuts up when he’s appeased.
He’s fond of honey in his drinks
and into hibernation sinks
in winter time; he stays in bed
and gets up only to be fed.
In autumn time he strips the trees
of fruit that hides amid the leaves.
He’s Fond of jam with berries in.
His hairy face it hides his grin.
He doesn’t dance, he isn’t trained,
he’s rather wild, he’s quite untamed.
I tell him he’s a grizzly bear-
Its a private joke we share.

Mopkins ... what an incredibly delightful poem. I love it!!! GREAT JOB!

Hi Chris - no that's me wandering about in only a shirt around the house = I'm a slob One of the TV stations here had a bear with a tie and no pants as a mascot but he's quite politically incorrect these days and never seen anymore.

Hi Fim, glad you liked it - the grizzly got a laugh out of it too.