Love Poems About Asp or Asp Love Poems
by Free Byrd |
Categories: love, write, heart, heart, love,

Forbidden Love

A love that burns under an Icy roof
Locked inside I hide the truth
The flame begins to melt the cold
My heart is yours alone to hold

She is the woman of my dreams
of my thoughts when I cannot sleep
though her heart is part of mine
it is a secret that no one may find

She is the wind to my souls sail
adrift with the key to her ocean
The ice begins to drip below
This frozen ceiling is our flames foe

A love that burns under an icy roof
The wet coals can be the only proof
For this love is most forbidden
And in our hearts it must stay hidden

Read more: Forbidden Love - Poems about Love

by James Fraser |
Categories: love,

Approaching Lavender

Through warm scented mists her pert shape silhouetted a hunger lures I like an asp, I taste the air approaching lavender gems "Approaching Lavender, a song by Gordon Lightfoot"

by James Fraser |
Categories: desire, love, passion, senses,

Eyes Tell No Lies

Exiting the bath my eyes tell no lies Beauty personified, tanned I spy Wet porcelain skin catches the light She, all woman, curvaceous delight Near I am, to me she turns That look, that look, like a lure In captured trance, I advance Closer, closer to one so pure Hands touch hands, grasp Wetted she against clothed I To her nape I kiss, I asp In wander I am, caressing thy Pertness now she in touch A hungered desire now sensed Kissing, gripping hands clutch Naked to bare, two against .

by john freeman |
Categories: confusion, life, love,

Loves Breach

“Tis pain not concern, life in earth hath become off as vague scorn. 
      The poison of asp drips ahead of her tongue…her honeycomb hath dried… 

       Life sourest as wine gone wild of natural fermenting, 
       wrong of love she chose extreme delusion ere her love of truth. 
       Loose the yoke, chaotic, psychosis, strife let life's people renew.”

by Brian Strand |
Categories: art


in the style
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tale of a

Lorenzo & Isabella by john Everett Millais of

by FM RT |
Categories: analogy, crush, i love you, imagery, love, sweet love, true love,

sonnet - to love a specter

To kiss so lovingly the morning mist
And watch intently shadows of the flame
To know the way the moon and the sun kissed
Is to meet the eyes of he with no name
And see within those worlds a fervent need
For souls, false souls, to fall, to crush, to gasp
That flashes in the back of but one greed
But is there not when it one tries to grasp
And like the asp that bites with a stinging pain
For what love could wear both a cloak and mask
And grow wings neither lovely nor mundane
Loving spectres is a Sisyphean task
     For love is purest when it hits its mark
     And lights great warmth in Hades dark.

by john thomas |
Categories: familyjoy, may,

My Daughter - In Her Eyes

Oft’ I look and tempest see
Though tranquil be the turne’d page’
For though there’s shelter in the lea
There’s naught but peril in the rage,
Though not an Asp there be to sight –
Her admonishments Medusa like,
And Man may flee and Man may fight
Yet petrified he be in spite,
But in that ever changing book
That’s not yet wrote its chapters,
There’s joy and magic in her look
And in the hearts she captures,
Thorough tempest and tranquility
A joy of love my daughter be.

by Natasha Turner |
Categories: love,


Can’t help this fatal attraction 
Give me all your attention 
A pinch of affection 
Prick me with your love injection

Your hands around me move like a tide
Your lips taste like fine red wine
I want to taste every drop
until no, I can’t stop

Give it to me
It gives me thrills
It rocks
Thrill me

There are no rules, no direction
All I want is your affection
Prick me, pierce me
With your love injection

It tastes so great
I just can’t wait
Taste me

Dip your love
In my heart
Love me

Asp - Poetry Contest

by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: growth,

Beauty Bleeds

As choking weeds of blame are bled
the garden begins to slowly grow
despite urban glass - suburban stones
with sweet rains of love it must be fed..

…but a weed never completely dies
they breathe to inflict a constant pain
strangle the petals and steal the rain...
deep rooted hate and brambles that bite

A garden in its prime will mimic clouds
black blossom lips midst white satin shrouds
Just when we think we've captured Eden
an asp of drought arrives to bleed beauty out

In our fragile minds the constant battle
between devil's claw and heaven's petals.