Love Poems About Tortoise or Tortoise Love Poems
by Rick Parise |
Categories: funny,

The Untold Story of the Tortoise and the Hare


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There once was a hare who searched for love
who combed the fair forest high above
he swam through the loch
looked under each rock
when at last found his sweet turtledove 
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11-16-2014

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by Earle Brown |
Categories: food, love, mystery, passion,

Turtle Soup?

Some call it an aphrodisiac.
They say it gives a man a strong back.

Like a good woman, turtle soup makes no sense;
 Can something so delicate be so intense?

Like a woman, the flesh has several delightful flavors.
Remember, each mouthwatering sensation should be savored.

When you taste her, bask freely in the sapidity,
Acquire the feel for this pure tortoise delicacy.

Don’t rush, familiarize your taste buds.
There is no such thing as a first sight love.

Recognize, there is a mystique behind that hard shell.
Did someone say turtle soup? That does not ring a bell.

by Susan Clark |
Categories: blessing, celebration, devotion, funny love,

A Sweet Aroma

Walking like the tortoise;
my pace might be slow,
but it is steady.
And as I walk I carry a set of drums,
play a rhythm that is given to me.
This rhythm becomes part of my heart.
I follow after Jesus learning to turn
neither to the right or to the left.
Then I smell a sweet aroma;
this scent reminds me of Angel Food Cake.
I open my mouth in faith and take a bite
of that delicious fare...
then I continue to follow Jesus wanting
more of what He has for me; because
I find Him to be most delicious and nutritious 
all at the same time!




S.E. Clark  2015


by Don Johnson |
Categories: adventure, love,

Tony Ls Dreams

Tony Ls DREAMS 
great confusion of a poem, 
of the tortoise and the gnome, 
and i love the rabid flow, 
and now i'm going home, 
with introspection blown, 
my derilection. LOVE IT MATE

Russell...
Ah the booze will get you down,
hangover bouncing round,
till your skull it rattles with the thunder,
your head smacks the ground,
the world goes round an round,
and that's why i'm here in the sweetest  down under:)

by Trash Boat |
Categories: anniversary, arabic, beach, betrayal, birthday, bridal shower, power,

Turbo Lax Chicken

I want some chicken to chew on
I wanna eat it until its all gone
I want to slather it in turbo lax
And cover it in tic tacs
I love the chicken's neck
My parents always say "what the heck?"
But i don't care
Finding a grilled chicken neck is very rare
I'd kill somebody if they try to steel my chicken neck, but who would dare?
I eat it so fast i'm like the hear in tortoise and the hare
So when i see a chicken it better run
Because what i'm going to do to it isn't going to be very fun!

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: age, love,

Same Old Rat Crap, Different Day

No matter how we try to create or imagine
Some sort of utopia within this pathetic world ?
Welcome to another day I heard the bleeping fool say
As they sailed away atop their tactical tortoise tombstone ships....
Ichneumonflies his mete's lap dog larvae enterprise; epileptic metempsychosis.

by Johnny Sumler |
Categories: allegory

Sonnet 44

'Twas once a tortoise and a scorpion,
Across a river which had rose to crack.
Thus saith' scorpion, "be thy champion,
And calmly place thyself upon thine back".

"To sir with love, if I do this for thee,
Heaven would grant me wings for wind to sing".
And saith' the tortoise, "we would never be,
If ye upon thy back would place a sting".

So thus they sailed and streams stirred salt and dreams,
While something pierced inside the tortoise spine.
"Dost why dear Sir, now we're both dead it seems",
The scorpions reply, "twas natures wine".

Beneath the riverbanks did both them fall,
And Nature's nile conceived their drowning call.

by Edward Kurwakumire |
Categories: life, love, passion, peace,

The Poet's Own

This is the beginning of the story, 
The poet's own 
That which has never been said, 
The secret of the praying mantis. 
Indeed. 
This is how it all began 
The mystery 
The suspense 
Somewhat strange 
He thought he was only a normal boy, 
That he could go through all the stages 
a normal boy would 
He never thought that 
one day he would be the praying mantis 
Yet he did not only become the praying mantis 
He also became the tortoise, 
The chameleon. 
But all sad 
All weary 
And all disappointed 
That rage 
That love 
That darkness 
In their lives 
Had only the poet been another person.

by Sigrid Ermine |
Categories: candy, desire, fun, funny, funny love, humor, humorous,

Time Tortoise Patience

Cranked a surprise with his jack in the box
            Chained stays my flower in chastity locks
                         Power down, without  T. V
                     Painful night crawled tauntingly
           Deafened by raised legs' rotate inside clocks




30th August 2020

Written for Contest : Fun With Limericks
           Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
      Syllables are: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10

by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories: love,

Foreign Haiku

Ah! the first counting
in this room
these shadows

how many insects?
sleep and rest?
a sign of malaria?

how many dogs look
at this bone
funnyly and dearly?

the rest is in snail
his likeness and unlikeness
now, in the twilight

a noise
breaking tortoise
even here?

may be the next
counting in the snow
is the rest of pan Africanization?.

by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories: love,

Clock Watching

Sneaking glances at the clock!
Counting the hours until you are here with me.
Counting the hours,
Over and over,
Seems like eternity.
Counting the hours,
Until your arms enforld me.
Tick
        Tick
                 Tock!
Time
          Moving like
                             A tortoise!



Cynthia

by Helen Roberts |
Categories: adventure, cute love, pets,

Fred

When I was much younger than now
I had a nice little pet
He was a sweet, little tortoise
I loved him the moment we met

He was an excellent climber
no matter how high the wall
We'd often find him upside down
after his long downfall

We had to paint out number
on the back of his shell
as he'd wander off after escaping
to go on adventures as well

I loved my little tortoise
no matter where he led
people phoned from all over
'We've got your tortoise, Fred!'

He also loved to paddle
i remember mum thought he drowned
he was just going paddling
as out of his water bowl he bound.

by Patricia Cresswell |
Categories: blue, lost,

Little Voice

little voice

there no great deeds 
following the name
black as crows
or white s angels wings
no trials of faith or love

there is a piece of life
short or long 
she does not know
through which she must travel
until the end

a tortoise with shell
a cell of fear
dreams abandoned
as too painful with promises
that will not come true

dreams are words 
scratched on brown paper bags
that slip through the cracks
birds that flutter unfledged
to the street below

washed by rain
into the gutters

by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories: animal, baby, birth, cute love, nursery rhyme, sweet, sweet love,

Tovin Tortoise

Tovin Tortoise, where are you?
It’s been months and you’re not here.
Holding my breath makes me blue!
When you get here, I will cheer.

I can’t wait to see your face,
I know you’ll be sweet and strong.
I’ll save you a special place,
just hurry yourself along!

Are you hiding in your shell?
It’s time to meet your siblings.
Their excitement just won’t quell.
Maybe you can stop their quibblings!

Robbie Rabbit thinks it fun,
teasing you because you’re slow.
You may not have legs to run,
but have persistence, I know! 

Please accelerate your speed!
We are waiting on Cloud Nine.
We will greet you, we agreed,
when you cross the finish line!

by Tom Bell |
Categories: allegory, angst, lost love, passion,

Lastings

The last letter you wrote me,
Still stapled to my heart...
The taste of your last lip gloss
When I last kissed you...
Still flavor my lips
The last words exchanged,
Still echo in my mind...
My last vision of you...
Burned into my memory...

Come, see my "etchings"...
Once more...
The woman I miss,
The one I adore

Time has swept you away,
Time allows you no more,
Time keeps you away,
From my open front door...

Other worlds we now inhabit,
One for tortoise,
One for rabbit,

I might as well,
Be on Europa's
Violent , turbulent surface,
As here in need,
Of some kind of purpose.

by Mike Gentile |
Categories: fate, love, symbolism,

'twas Not Beauty Killed the Beast

Storied fables fill the page
                            of many bygone tales 
Penned perhaps to entertain
                               as memory prevails

Some as priggish parables
                                   some as lullabies 
Some weren’t meant to be the truth
                      Some might call them lies

The Wolf in clothing of a Sheep
                      The Tortoise and the Hare
Ugly Ducklings, Beanstalk boys
                    with Golden Goose to snare

If but one there could be true 
                                  in manifested fate
 “Twas not Beauty killed the Beast!
 “Twas love
                                The Beast was hate

by Emmanuel Balele |
Categories: happiness, imagination, love, nature, visionary, me, love, me,

The Rain

i love the rain
the raindrops ease my pain
they wash away my fears and regrets
to feel sorry for me i will cease
i love the rain
because it helps me reminisce
of me and my first love
dancing on the balcony,in love
i love the rain
it reminds me of my best friend
my favorite animal
my tortoise
and those days i took her into the house
to protect her from the cold and the rain

by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories: love,

Anonymous Haiku

Such haikus spread on ground-
as if growing and spending
the comradeship

water is a first thought and matter
I think of, as I 
rise to see

if may be dawn approaches?
and what I may-

guess from these
yellow and white flowers-
heavily jasmined

don't worry tortoise
don't worry snail
in the rain

if the rule spreads
to mountain Kumbi-
through.

by Nick Trim |
Categories: people,

Selfish Souls

People with hollow souls 
and selfish goals 
addicts to greed 
adding their need 
all out for themselves 
saying “what about me” 

tortoise shells are not for sharing 
their warmth and protection worn by one 
our need one of love and caring 
our strength to look out for no one

by Gregory Colodub |
Categories: fantasy, loneliness, love,

Achiilles and Tortoise

I’d rather cry, but of course
My voice had suddenly gone
You’ve changed today your course
Now I’m here alone
Playing solitaires and stuff
Winning most of the games
Hearing your silence is tough
It puts me to terrible shame
But finally you took pity
For poor me, my love
Your letter was deep and witty
It came out like a grieving laugh
"I never ignore you at purpose"
There’s always a reason, when you
Become an Achilles, and tortoise
Is me, under skies so blue
We're running the same beaten track
Leaving our trails behind
You have no time to look back
So am I, love, so am I..

by Lee Norton |
Categories: care, feelings, i miss you, sweet, time, true love, writing,

Juliet

Staring out the window
Shall my princess arrive around thy corner
as she graced before 
pondering with a steadfast gaze 
Reluctant to depart as the Hare begins to wither 
the Tortoise in stride 
Entwined moving orbs 
will morrow bring the smile I've longed for 
Uncertain, 
how would thee approach?
A fleeting visit perhaps a lingering stay 
I have no answer
however 
whatever 
the face lays upon my princess 
as she arrives around thy corner    
I shall be standing here in earnest 
sun or moon on my skin
Leave any troubled thoughts in your wake
come to me my love
if were one to feel in any other manner
would be devastating   
for it is only time I have forsake