Sensual Poems

Sensual poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of sensual poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on sensual are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Rocket Love

Rocket Love short poem

Sky’s the limit as dreams expand. Tonight let’s touch the sky. Surpassing the clouds that hinder our view. Hold on to me as the minutes work overtime. Rushing into the infinity of every touch. Our sigh stains the orbit of

Mired In A Chocolate Fantasy

Mired In A Chocolate Fantasy long poem

Silhouettes, of our memories Shadows, of our love Sunlight from the days gone by Have blinded every thought The moment stops, Hell freezes above, The devil escapes from my mind From places locked up deeper than before The discerning scent

My Lipstick

My Lipstick short poem

My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh Excites me! Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed Kisses like footprints of a path to your navel

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Like Petals Of Rose

Like Petals Of Rose short poem

Fragrance of body and sensual delights Help me to explore new beautiful heights When we enjoy and find jubilant flights Rainbow spreads and kisses love kites You and me are together in trance Life has offered this wonderful chance Kiss

The Symphony Of You

The Symphony Of You short poem

The symphony of you serenades I feel for the sound of touch My fingers caress the piano keys that are the gentle ridges descending your spine Violin strings resonate in the silk strands of your scented hair Your warm eyes

Craters From The Deep

Craters From The Deep short poem

Trickling down the sensual masterpiece which is my skin Glides an unsung hero Making its way with no complaint Born today, only to die again I wish to savour each crater Exuding forth from my pores To lock in all

Last Flowers

Last Flowers short poem

A hero demands affection, the heat for a surrogate role of a saviour of oppressed. Deafness increases towards the integrity of a failed man. To become something after impotence with implicit metaphysical rags worn in chains of blind silence. It

Naughty Baby

Naughty Baby short poem

Naughty Baby working me up into frenzy Naughty Baby oooh Naughty Baby Making a man out of me, taking me to the Heights of ecstasy oooh baby, baby I’m so hot and its good yeah don’t stop, Don’t stop, give

Raw Pleasure

Raw Pleasure long poem

My thoughts are swaying in my heart When I think of the warmth of one’s skin on mine I tremble with that thought I smile with my lips tight And I taste raw pleasure As I see the full moon

Euphoria

Euphoria prose poem

Crows, Mosquitoes, School buses, Crunch of snow Secured in my memory like the sound of your voice Morning fog on the lake, Fish jumping, Changing colors, Lake freezing over Secured in my memory like watching you drink coffee Mud, Cut

Limited

Limited short poem

sensations sense the limited bound by the apertures that read time my conditioned mind interprets the words that come through in streams, as lines of information a matrix of data, through the windows of the sensual eyes, my faded account

Compliments

Compliments short poem

The sweet and suave sound from your lips is so lovely, Like a river sounds lyrically while passing on green valley. It fulfills my heart with joy and edifies the soul with divinity, I feel eternal pleasure, as if I

Uncensored Reverie

Uncensored Reverie ode

The infinite cosmos dull in comparison to your enticing eyes. The soft tenderness of your voice leaves me breathless, to my surmise. Your addictive smell that lingers amidst every inch of my sole being. How the way you whisper my

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone ode

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

For The Marble Rocks I Sing

For The Marble Rocks I Sing ode

A Majestic stretch of marble lambasted the sky above, While the river Narmada revered and whirled flow below A sight so lovely beholding overpowers mind and soul For this mighty sandstone wonder many ages old Where Nature’s artisan carved lofty

My Muse, The Amazon

My Muse, The Amazon long poem

Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.

Sonnet 197

Sonnet 197 sonnet poems

Her songs of love are just as what were known, None saw her eyes bespeak enthrallment felt Exuding from within as sparks have shown, That lent a warmth by which all cares can melt; As sensual marks her ways upon

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)!

Burned Realities (cries Of The Burned Lady)! long poem

My burned beauty will tell my story My altitudinous towers of pain owe the glory call it my fate or the natures philosophy Nothing, no one senses FOR ME but SORRY While staring at my face, searching for my eyes With

Women

Women short poem

She gave us life. She will be someone’s wife. She is a girlfriend and someone’s best friend. She is a sister and a survivor to the end. When you struggle she pull you through and help you again. All of

Wager

Wager ballad

She only knew she was impelled by some force greater than her will. Touching her lips that warm her flash. Merely touching them wasn’t enough. She was drowning in a wealth of sensations. The salt maleness she could taste beneath

Beauty Of Pain

Beauty Of Pain short poem

Behind your face was cleaver releasing past poem. The sensual milk flows from the palm into your lake. Grieving for the torn wings of pink light. Cruising on thighs with eyes closed death utters a shriek. The eternal flame closes

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Underscoring

Underscoring short poem

A distraught moon takes a misstep and goes behind the hill to take a holy bath. Disconnects with a trespasser and sends to night, a bouquet of stars with muffled prayers. Shades of lies haunt, in flames of faith. A

A Girl Without Dreams!

A Girl Without Dreams! ode

She was too smart to be herself Too feeble to live for her own She kept her dreams locked in her closet They kept sulking and dying Dejected, in their own cocoon. In every ruin, she found her castle Each

Time

Time long poem

We use our time the way that hurts, We kill it, even when we choose some shirts. We often tell that time is money But that’s so true, you know that, buddy. We use our time to read those posts,

This Is Not What I Was Expecting

This Is Not What I Was Expecting short poem

This is not what I was expecting Definitely not you. A girl of few words Yet so free, she didn’t need me But she let me into her world. She let me see her favourite place, her favourite people, and

Of Fragmentary Happiness

Of Fragmentary Happiness short poem

In a dark dark night About you I reminisce, Cropping more towards you I fall into abyss. Where I see you With your immense love, Holding me tight Where I be the dove. Your eyes so glittery Filled with fire,

Silence needs no Syntax…

Silence needs no Syntax... short poem

I just have not learnt to punctuate . Do not know to put a full stop No commas, for I never pause No questions that leave marks of a rhetoric No colons to break flows And no apostrophes for I

Wake Up Little Soul

Wake Up Little Soul short poem

Wake up little soul and watch life go by, People coming, people going, Each day with a sigh! Wake up little soul and spread some cheer, Life is too short, To waste in tears. Wake up little soul and dare

Love Sonnet 113

Love Sonnet 113 sonnet poems

That song, so sweet, sweet music to my heart, Has played so many times to my delight, Or countless since the time my daydreams start, As they persist to also drone each night; It might occur that such a tune

I Reside In You

I Reside In You short poem

I live in the pulse of the universe, I connect through the nerves of the dark matter, I may be invisible to you, but I reside in you. In eros you find me, In thanatos you deprive me, In changing

To My Neha

To My Neha ode

I hated you the first time I had known you, You had this air, You stole my friend, (Or so I thought) and I was crazy jealous. I hated you to supreme heights. And now after nearly two decades, Of

To My Parents

To My Parents short poem

I don’t want to know why the sky is blue I don’t want to see the works done by you I don’t want to know about your occupation I don’t want to waste your all attention, on me. Cause all

God’s Love

Gods Love short poem

God’s love, is pure and true, His Grace, and Mercy, will carry you through. Just take a hold, of His nailed scarred hands, He will carry you through,these desert lands. In times of trouble, and in times of need, With

Bedevil Who ?

Bedevil Who ? short poem

The pulse seems tranquil and still, But they don’t have blood in it filled. Strange, the brain is at bark within. Why this uneasiness seems like an attaching shark? I do sit and endeavour to settle it down, But for

Mother Nature’s Child

Mother Natures Child short poem

As she gazes from the eyes Of heaven’s Exquisite disbelief She recognizes her mother In nature’s beauty And she pauses to reflect On the tears she provides As rain, nurturing The lives of the All And finds such inexplicable Purity

Better Than The Best

Better Than The Best short poem

If I was a plant, the bird would come and drink the water sprinkled on me it would be more sweet than the water of a holy river. If I was a tree, the bird would made a nest on

Post Card from a Home Far Away

Post Card from a Home Far Away short poem

I think this may annoy you a bit Though it’s not meant that way Why is it like that these days We need to clarify every time Lest it breeds, silence over and again? It’s funny don’t you see Despite

Red Blood Love

Red Blood Love short poem

Her heart was all putty beating against his Red Blood Love. The coming and going of his visits were only at night His heart really did love her but just could not show it. His emotions had been fractured and

Phantoms

Phantoms short poem

Little child in me remembers the phantom, Muscular and masked, Penetrating eyes, Outwitting the enemies in a flash, Reading with bated breath; Here I am glued to the screen, Phantoms running and scaling heights, Crawling with creepers around, With little