by Sharon Tideswell |
Categories:
love,
II
Afar across cool waves on quiet shores,
beneath each rising sun her beauty grew,
as pure as falling snow, the skin she wore
aglow with radiance as sweet as dew.
Soft burnished raven tresses, black as night,
caressed her face then fell in silk cascade,
and honeyed tones adorned a voice, so light,
that echoed from blush lips in serenade.
As days and many months of time weaved on
she blossomed, as a rose of scent so rare,
yet of her many suitors she’d have none,
dismissed with gentle wave of hand so fair.
A lone and wistful silver moonlit stroll
unearths a song that strangely stirs her soul.
by Joyce Johnson |
Categories:
lost love,
Had I been a renowned beauty,
with many suitors at my door,
you'd still be whom I would have chosen
to walk with for-ever-more.
Some may have offered riches
and trip to exotic land,
while you brought me your true love
and a simple wedding band.
Though our love was not forever
for God took you far away,
you left sweet memories to surround me
and brighten up my lonely day.
Written May 18, 2014
by Christopher Thor Britt |
Categories:
life, love, romance, romantic,
O love, my love…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?
I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.
O suitors, I commend thy will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.
~Christopher Thor Britt
by Sophia Valentina |
Categories:
jealousy,
Through endless, vast, eternal space
there hangs my most omniscient orb.
So far a dark and lonely place,
no sunlight to absorb…
just as my dark and lonely soul,
forever unexplored.
My many moons of sordid glow,
as all my suitors orbit slow –
but Titan’s love I longed for so,
forever mine ignored…
and left this dark and bloody spot –
forever to abhor.
*A comparison between a covetous, lonely love and that of Jupiter for Saturn's Titan :).
Posted and dedicated to Poetry Soup's Mark Peterson.
by Mia Pratt |
Categories:
bible, love, simile,
Love is like a tropical island
It is found in every direction you look
North, south, east and west on the map
where it sits very patiently
surrounded by calm seas
if not found there would be no paradise
Love is like a tropical island
for which its suitors search for its gold
within its golden sand, if it's not found
the island's volcanoes will erupt
and there would be no paradise
Love is like a tropical island
Where its suitors convey knowledge
Of every cardinal point, ocean depth
And trade winds all over the island
If they aren't able to locate
Its golden treasure
There would be no paradise
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
history,
Elizabeth the first of England
Had many suitors who vied for her hand
She doubted love, or was not keen
And so she died a virgin queen.
29 th May 2015
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Contest: Cleri-who?
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Placed: 6th
by Karl Marszalowicz |
Categories:
valentines day,
Some con men blew smoke
Trusting it was adequate
Vulnerable and uncertain
We gambled from the same stack
For the beauty of your game
Men with no tells flat line their hearts
For a better chance in spades
Calling our bluffs, upping the ante
Some will fold, others will match
We have seen each others faces
Our cards presented on the table
Laden with truth, sobering
Round tables offered many suitors
I complement it, a ring of surprise
For your hand, your love, I am all in
by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories:
poems,
Her purpose in life is love.
Making people happy,
Bringing great pleasure,
Colouring the world
With pleasing shows,
Her voluptuous shape,
Poses displays,
Exciting minds,
Igniting and kindling,
Explosive creative power,
Impressively
A winner among flowers
Catching the eye of suitors.
Drawing into her blooms
Tulip thirsts for attention
Absorbing energies of passion.
Wendy Jae
by Hidden Sister |
Categories:
marriage,
In times of old when manners mattered
Suitors came to court young daughters
'Twas up to he the head, the father
To chose a husband for his daughter
At times the father's chose for wealth
Strength in character,tall and stealth
Did not matter if she be smitten
He'd take her hand, as it was written
The mother of the daughter tried
To steer and guide the father's mind
In the end he chose what was best
She'd learn to love him like the rest.
by Bob Shank |
Categories:
love, love,
alas', for thou art the fairest
the most beautiful in all the land
surely suitors line thine kingdom
in hopes to gain thy hand
what chance have I
me, a lowly slave
to behold such a love
marks an early grave
for without thou
my soul is already dead
such a fair price for love
to relinquish thy head
doest' the guillotine awaits
to spill my final thought
dungeons shall bear thy name
as chains echo, from a love naught
having been bound unto love itself
thou heart can surely see
what thy kingdom has forsaken
ye Gods have bestowed to me........
Shakespearean style love poem
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
love,
We suitors were nervous while standing in line
'til mademoiselle informed us of her choice;
intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine;
fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
overjoyed when she consented to be mine!
meter: 11/10/10/11/10/11
rhyme: abaaba
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
fantasy, life, loss
Opera Star locked in death
Suicide laughs at the gambler’s fate.
Queen of spades steals his last breath.
Tchaikovsky’s opus gets a high rate.
Intelligence befalls the Queen of Spades.
Good luck is not in her game.
Gamblers, hustlers, and barmaids
Know misfortune’s historic acclaim.
There is in love no heart for her.
Suitors avoid her at every cost.
Paupers, bankers, friends or strangers
Bad luck befalls and the game is lost.
Her epitaph must surely say,
“She Partied Every Night.”
Money lost as the gambler’s play.
In laughter, her ghost takes flight.
by Cona Adams |
Categories:
lost love,
Without a fire in winter months, I trust
my lips, if pressed upon your cheek, could chill
the blood. But as our eyes meet and combust,
my kiss will burn a path, ignite a thrill
to scorch your skin with passion blazing long.
As suitors meet and nerve ends rage with fire,
as dreams are built on hope for love of strong
en-kindled touch and couched in hot desire;
yet, errant eyes and restless hearts erase
the joy which once proclaimed the torch aflame,
and vows arrayed in charred and shameful face
now lie reduced to ash with none to blame.
And though the lovers taste white-hot despair,
each one feels caught in tempter's evil snare.
by Jules Ross |
Categories:
nature, seasons, sensual,
There in the meadow where the morning dew kisses the first light
the boysenberry makes love to the coming day.
the sun shone upon her wet petals,
she spreads her corolla,
attracting suitors to her aroma filled stigma,
no longer is she protected,
take me! cries her pistil erected,
she is ripe and anxious to receive,
her ovary swollen with anticipation,
her petals burning for the new conception,
there in the meadow the boysenberry makes love to the coming day…
cheers!
by Paul Curtis |
Categories:
love
I first met Fiona at a Christmas party
A beautiful woman in a young girl’s body
Fiona was far more mature than her years
And she chose me that night
Despite a host of more suitable suitors
And we danced into the night
Her firm body pressed against mine
Her intoxicating scent enveloping me
Arms clinging tightly to me
Her breath against my neck
In full view of envious eyes
And later in passionate embrace
Just the two of us in the darkness
As I kissed her goodnight
by Courtney Dyer |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, love,
On a moonlit night
Your kiss hypnotizes me
I’ve never felt this before
Other suitors bore me
But, you awaken my body
And our passion sizzles
Our love is like a burning flame
It’s hot and fiery
And everlasting
It’s sweet like sugar
Succulent like Crème Brulee
That you taste ever so slowly
So that you can truly savor it’s splendor
by Le Incendié |
Categories:
love,
fWar flitted him to distances unknown
Far from every ray he claimed his own
Six years had sauntered by since…
But with a stately face, with no sigh or wince
Wide windows flung open, in her haven she awaited
And condoning suitors and admirers, alone she tread
Cherishing a hope too hopeless to be said….
Now, she shifted unsteadily at a distant clatter…
And into a psychedelic out flow of a thousand colors,
Ecstasy brimmed, her long deferred cocoon shattered
As she heard penetrating every corner of her bower
Deep resonant victorious footsteps of her lover's
And as she ran to him, joy milled,
Angels beamed at her prayers fulfilled.
And in their hug, all time stood still.
by Le Incendié |
Categories:
love,
War flitted him to distances unknown
Far from every ray he claimed his own
Six years had sauntered by since…
But with a stately face, with no sigh or wince
Wide windows flung open, in her haven she awaited
And condoning suitors and admirers, alone she tread
Cherishing a hope too hopeless to be said….
Now, she shifted unsteadily at a distant clatter…
And into a psychedelic out flow of a thousand colors,
Ecstasy brimmed, her long deferred cocoon shattered
As she heard penetrating every corner of her bower
Deep resonant victorious footsteps of her lover's
And as she ran to him, joy milled,
Angels beamed at her prayers fulfilled.
And in their hug, all time stood still.
by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
beauty, love hurts,
The ocean’s full of your teardrops
Your bed - a heap of failed suitors’ bones
You can’t find someone long enough
To get to know and fall in love
I took a step,
You went eight ahead to lay a trap
I gave you the world (the entire earth)
You gave me the kiss of death
You wear a ring on each finger
Remarried seven times now you poor spider!
And I always bail before the honeymoon
When bloodlust overcomes you with the full moon
Would you marry me my se&y long legged eight?
And this time I’ll stay happily 'cos you're on a diet
So, with this eighth ring I thee wed
And with that, finally lay my head in your web
by Marie Harrison |
Categories:
devotion, happiness, hope, love, nostalgia, passion, romance, upliftingme, sweet, me, sweet,
Cover Me With Love
Cover me with your love like a generous drizzle of sweet honey.
Wrap me with your sweet devotion till I'm overcome with raw love.
Fill my heart with contagious laughter and joy till I no longer desire green money.
Make our bond so strong and solid, causing me to give other male suitors a shove.
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
love
...with apologies to Dusty Springfield!
We suitors were idiots squabbling in line
till mademoiselle informed us of her choice;
intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine;
fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
overjoyed when she consented to be mine!
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
love, lust,
With ebullience
halcyonic ingénue
lifts suitors spirits
by Sona Wilae |
Categories:
break up, freedom, grief, how i feel, hurt, life, trust,
Nestled beneath apathy dull
lavender lies still in dried tears
suitors dismiss truth as impasse
Love strangled from pure streaming veins
thoughts empty hearts in cold graveyards
night unleashing fear and despair
Shatter mirrors of hurt and pain
ache to foresee treacherous games
seeking breaths waiting to exhale
Pray your lonely whispers escape
time, as answers begin travel
inside thoughts surrounding God’s light.
by Robert Pettit |
Categories:
courage, literature, love,
There is a wealthy merchant living in Padua.
He goes by the name of Baptista.
His daughters are Catherine and Bianca.
Younger Bianca has suitors standing in line.
Bianca is a pleasant woman men consider fine.
Older Catherine is not as sweet as she.
Catherine is quite irascible and unruly.
Baptista wants Catherine to be the first to marry.
No man was brave enough to give it a go;
until someone came along named Petruchio.
Based on the play "The Taming of the Shrew" by William Shakespeare
by Lycia Harding |
Categories:
age, beauty, loneliness, spring,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Winters' suitors never earned
cozen for their sacrifice
Love accepted, not returned,
frozen trophies kept on ice
Counterparts once jailed are freed,
gone to fairer girls of spring
Hearts disposed now those I need
So begins my reckoning
Puerile Moon rules Scorpio
fools of summer disenthrall,
swooning cools to vertigo
Who will love me come the fall?
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09/11/2020