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Love Poems About Wrestling or Wrestling Love Poems
by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, evil, grief, heartbroken, lost love, wedding, winter,

WINTER WIDOW WORDPLAY



whimsical windswept whiteness 
wedding weekend wanderlust
willowy wonderland waltz
wrongfully weathered woe
wintry wishful whispers
wrestling woodland wintertide

welcome waxen wallflower
weeping wheezy widow
whimpering wholeheartedly
wrangling worthless worries
wanton wretched wrongdoing
wedged within wickedness



posted on October 23, 2018


by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: body, clothes, for him, image,

WRESTLING WITH HIS TIGHTS - BAWDY LIMERICK

A wrestler whose first name is Bill Wears tights (but he’s over the hill) He shoves down a sock To enhance his **** It sure gives the ladies a thrill! Now Bill’s a really proud macho guy And keeps grey hair at bay with black dye Even though he’s a man He wears lots of fake tan And baby oil is in constant supply For Phyl with love from FC xx 05/06/17

by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, change, emotions, feelings, for her, friend, friendship, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, metaphor, poems, poetry, poets, rain, relationship, remember, romance, romantic, sad love, time, together, truth, woman, write,

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

by Rick Parise |
Categories: beauty, love, lust, nature, summer,

Sweet Ruby Red


Summer Beauty Has Risen of Fragrant Posies and Dream As sunrays dance of fire red And emerald tree's receive A soft breeze whistles A song of love Wrestling through the leaves A place of peace In depths untouched A longing desperate need To touch your flesh To lie in love With you my only dream

by Mario Vitale |
Categories: abuse, america, angst,

Believe in Hope


through the duration of time to think sublime
heroes are made through like hellos
the wrestling with the window
one to embark on its solstace
throughout the duration of time so fine
with love to climb upon
long lines formed in desolation
burst inside with appreciation
live long &  prosper
keep your mind in heavenlies
illusively through a dream
meadows are plain in view
horizons of beautiful personifications
each door we close there's always one opened
search your heart to help impart the meaning
believe in hope
so far to cope
down to your last thin rope
love has hope we can share
let's look above to the heavenly love
sare with others a brand new you

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: imagery, metaphor, poetry, write,

Backwaters Of My Mind

Whispers of love and sorrowful sighs
begin to stoke smoldering embers
of inspiration into full flame.

And a fledgling collection of words
rise on poetic wing to digest
the very essence of the moment.

And they regurgitate metaphors
hyperbole and prose, injecting
order into lines of rambling thoughts.

Wrestling fragile feelings to paper
the semblance of a poem takes shape
adding flesh and sinew to bare bone.

And ink flows in and out of chaos
salvaging verses before they drown
within the backwaters of my mind.

by Jack Jordan |
Categories: love,

Haiku 10

Then we are in flames,
strung like pearls on a silk thread.
Wrestling in the night.

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: humorous,

A Gigolo



How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot
Like your first two wheeler, that's saying a lot

Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel
What an absolute thrill can't believe it's real

Suddenly that annoying girl next door
Creates a stirring right down to your core

When wrestling with her she was one of the guys
Now its different when you look in her eyes

Her lips seem more lush and inviting now
Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow

Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday
The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay

Maybe I'll come back when my days are done
As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!

© Jack Ellison 2013



by chamonique knowles |
Categories: girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love, me, sound, me, sound,

Summer fling or a real thing

Long talks on warm summer nights.
The sound of the ocean waves
wrestling with the clamor of music escaping from a nearby bar.
You hold me close and spin me around to the sound of the slow jazz.
The rush of adrenaline when you drive too fast.
The beat my heart skips when you kiss me unexpectedly.
Smiling between kisses, tickle fights and thumb wars.
The feel of your hand in mine, a perfect fit.
The way you can already read me, like you’ve known me for years. 

by Richard Tarr |
Categories: lost love,

SAM

You named me honey 
I called you baby 
it was love at first sight 
he thought she was impressed 
by his confident ways 
he stole her gum 
because she wouldn't pay him 
any attention from that day 
at a wrestling match 
they were destined for happiness 
5 years later he's left heartbroken 
because he couldn't keep his lips 
from a bottle and she found someone new

by Mandy Russell |
Categories: hope, inspirational, loss,

Filling My Cup

Whispering my name I hear

A love, sadness, a tear

Sorrows wings are in the air 

With arms eloquent and fair


Lovely petals shower upon me

Filling my cup with glee

Angels standing by my side

Glowing beyond the prism of pride


Wrestling the leaves upon the ground

What was lost is found


by theresa stephens |
Categories: love hurts,

Lovelorn

Restless awakening behoves my mood
Unrelated, deep dragging thoughts conspire
Surely, my love's doubt of me misconstrudes
Why, my confessions of love all aspire

Depressingly, the day stretches ahead
Twelve hours, 720 minutes
Each passes, so.... slowly, I am so sad
Wrestling my inner demons, life's the pits

Her vision swims... no longer can resist
A text, I cannot believe one from her!
Reciprocate, by return, she does insist
Her love intact, she wants me to concur

To text..... dare I show again - to be dashed
No......what a bummer, internet has crashed!


8/20/16

by Cathi Spooner |
Categories: change, heart, journey, longing, love,

The Martyr's Journey

A solitary path
     to seek true self;
     myself to find
     without refine.
My heart revealed;
Love not sealed;
Old wounds unhealed,
     echos choices made without regard to impact.

My heart calls out
     in quiet shout,
     wrestling with doubt
     of Love’s conquering task for the greater good.

My flesh cries out
At Love’s request
To seek other’s best
     without rest.

Flesh seeks it own desire’
While Love requires fire
     to consume its selfish attire;
     for choices to be made-
A life lived in self-seeking pursuit?
Or, a higher call
To Love’s grander plan-
Peace, joy and healing for all.
Shall I heed Love’s call?

by Tony Bush |
Categories: life, sad, visionary,

Driven To The Edge

i drove the car close to the edge 
i looked into the abyss 
in truth it did look into me 
what it saw i know not 
what i saw was raw love 
wrestling the dominatrix of pure oblivion 
inexorable gravity took hold of my lapels 
in slow motion i went home 

by Mark Toney |
Categories: emotions, life, lost love, memory, perspective, remember, sorrow,

Thoughts of You

I find myself thinking of the past
More often since I'm older
That explains the wrestling 
I must endure

Reflection is catharsis for the soul
But can also rip a hole in it
Will I ever learn to balance
Thoughts of you?

Thoughts lingering on happy times
Blessed moments mine to treasure
Reality roars from guilt's deep pit
Oh well, my hell...

I find myself thinking of the past
More often since I'm older
Will I ever learn to balance
Thoughts of you?

by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: love, passion,

"A Day with You"

Laying on my bed tonight planning our next time..
Early breakfast for two and then your all mine..
Gazing in your eyes as we sip coffee and taste our meal..
Our feet wrestling under the table as my mind wants to feel...
The check takes forever as our minds blend into one...
I scoop up my keys and in your hand we start to run...
To our paradise we stay as the hours always pass...
Our passion is so strong and our love covers us so fast
I hope you know when your not in my sight my mind plans a day..
Where we can hide for hours and I can whisper what my heart says..

by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories: love,

Exposed

Jane set out for an intimate night

Shed her clothes in a mud wrestling fight

Naked with horny tattoo

She overcame a taboo

Innocence lost in dirty delight 

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: memory,

A Gigilo


How to describe love, well I'll give it a shot Like your first two-wheeler, that's saying a lot Like your very first ride on a ferris wheel An absolute thrill couldn't believe it's was real Suddenly that annoying girl next door Creates a stirring right down to your core When wrestling with her she was one of the guys Now it's different when you look in her eyes Her lips seem more lush and inviting now Think I just blew a gasket, holy cow Oh those were the days as if it was yesterday The feeling still there but it's now just wordplay Maybe I'll come back when my days are done As a gigolo, yee haw, that sure sounds like fun!

by Toquyen Harrell |
Categories: faith,

No

Why wouldn’t you let me write a poem for Easter for you God?
I feel like I am wrestling with you
Don’t you want the attention?
Don’t you want the singing 
And the appreciation
And the love
And the adoration?
I know not what You want
I am baffled
God 
You know you did a lot for us
Died on the cross for us
So ultimately we can live
So infinitely we can be
God you did what no one can do
Take the sins of the whole world
And in its place a plate that was wiped clean
Do you want us to do something else?
Continue

by Anthony Slausin |
Categories: analogy, earth day,

toting the stone

Your soul is made from black earth
that's why you're wrestling with alone
because they're afraid of earth's truths
they don't want to soil their hands
they think everything must be pristine
perfectly stated-nothing jaded
an existence of roses and champagne
instantaneous perfumed gratification
they're afraid of earth and its heavy truths.

Earth takes its time-flourishes in even pace
making slow love like a glacier grinding stone-
prefers a turquois pool of silent thought
earth prefers to be alone.

Your soul is like black earth, strong
be proud that you're not like them..
you tote the weight of absolute truth
and don't harbor a soul that bends-




by Beata Agustin |
Categories: angst, anxiety, christian, emotions, faith, god, jesus, mother, sick, spiritual,

MOTHER'S ANGST

Agonizing over her boy's incessant seizure-attacks Grieved with her girl's lamentable worthlessness' woes… Helplessly witnessing oppressive wrestling bouts against restlessness The mother, heart-wrenched, weeps… frightened That her son’s infantile spasm epilepsy and daughter’s paralysis Are now obviously progressing toward retrogression... Yet...with love for her children, clinging in faith to GOD Who knows what's best for them she can verily triumph* with peace and prevail against her misery!
*2Corinthians 2:14 "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ..." February 12, 2019

by DM Babbit |
Categories: analogy,

As the World Turns

As the World Turns tenaciously wandering along,
 is the still life played on in reruns for the throngs,
soap bubbled dreams floating in and out of other lives
 worse or better than the real world that survives.

The Secret Storm slipped in the shadows flight
 grasping, clasping upon the very Edge of Night
 with howling winds wrestling newer repetitive plights
 to ease us out of our own midnight fears and delights.

The Guiding Light persists with the Love of Life
 and every day the hour special takes off our strife
but soon enough reality sets in again
 and The Search for Tomorrow is the same.

by Walter D Tomeo |
Categories: endurance, journey, life, loneliness, love, teacher, thank you,

Lessons

Thank you pain for the trials,
Thank you suffering for the tears;
In this journey of wisdom,
I've learned how to be me.


There were marvelous moments,
I embraced them with bliss;
I met someone named loneliness,
She has taught me to bleed. 


Thank you life for the experience,
Thank you night for the thoughts;
Books were friends, sometimes lovers,
I've been wrestling with both. 


In a sky full of lessons,
Where the teacher was missed;
Life itself was a subject,
That I passed with a B. 

by Jemmy Farmer |
Categories: loveme, me, , Lullaby,

Sing Me Lullaby (ZaniLa)



Restless nights wrestling my empty dreams
stars move; I stare into space
On winds’ soft cry, sing me lullaby
at last, I see the shape of your face.

So long, I’ve been wishing your love’s song
now I can’t hear you enough
sing me lullaby on winds’ soft cry
my sweet dragon comes to call my bluff

And love we tried to hide and deny
has become something we need
on winds’ soft cry, sing me lullaby
for Fate has planted Her loving seed

by Luke Hobbs |
Categories: lonely, psychological, relationship, sad love, solitude, trust, truth,

Limbo

as I lay wrestling with rest,
my soul leaks from my lungs,
it searches the night for you,
denies all the thoughts I’ve lied,
loneliness invites itself in once again,
the prodigal friend I’ve waited for,
kisses me softly on the cheek,
a knife poised at my back,
I fight dreams, the waking life,
and wonder if either truly exist