Love Poems About Goat or Goat Love Poems
by Blake Holland |
Categories: addiction, adventure, allusion, anger, art, child, childhood, children, community, corruption, crazy, dark, death, deep, depression, desire, evil, fantasy, fear, freedom, future, gothic, grave, grief, imagination, lust, murder, pain, pollution, poverty, power, sad love, science, society, spiritual, spoken word, visionary,

The Future Starts Here

The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
and foraging

by Hgarvey Daniel Esquire |
Categories: animals, love, nature, , Lullaby,

I Miss - 3

Hearing the bleating of a newborn Mountain Goat 
Hooing of the Bear, watching him against the pine, scratching his coat
Helping the Eaglet, with an awk to its mother to bring back to the nest
Horrendous roar of the Catamont before he lays down to rest
Hungry Squirrels and Chipmunks foraging for the bleak winter ahead
Hearing the Sounds of Nature singing lullabys in my head

by Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty |
Categories: fun, funny, nonsense,

My Wife Is Either a Spook Or a Goat

My wife is either a spook or a goat

                                     I wish She must fall in a Texas moat

                                                In our wedding night

                                                   I had a frost bite

                                And she made love to my bright yellow coat

by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories: adventure, blessing, encouraging,

We Need Strong Leadership

its for new boat
not and old goat
who has old ideal
we need someone who has appeal
will give everyone   love meal
will not dip
or let hate whip
its the time right mind

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baby, love,

His Child Standing At, Time's Door

We couldn't see the turmoil past their swirling smoke
Something strange although ? Seeking for a gesture her children
Granted this clarity should not be given; at least, in his physical realm
Ninty-nine blue balloons these answers wavering amid another's storms saddling
Up their unicorns ride captain ride, upon your mystery ship ? Bovine bottles and goat milk
Spilling from their lips hedge hog philosophy drawn from, portentouslies mystical pit: labyrinthos
Doggerel dogma Dodo's delirium tremens delivered aside Dae's podium being definitive's deism hiscere...
Maitre d'hotel feigned her facade espouse, gyrations; marinated peace signs his pork's stillborn ? Love's keyhole.

by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: absence, abuse, betrayal, character, cousin, emotions, lost love,

In Such Captive Grief

How like a prison is my cubicle
How wary is  my body on this chair.
How still my heart and yet how truly fickle.
How fast it flies to you who are not here.

How elegant your letters and your thoughts
How gentle was your touch upon my throat.
And yet you killed  my words and all I brought...
You were no lover but a randy goat.

As in this mental jail I'm  neatly trapped,
I'll use this time to write and  also pray.
Perhaps my mind can extricate a map..
From which I'll plot the route to get away.

The prisons which seem external are inside
Yet in such captive grief some folk have died

by Leo Mbalamana |
Categories: birth, black love, blessing, care, change, city, courage,


Customized shoes and a leather coat
That’s the swagger of this poet
Forward is where I’ll stir this boat
My journey is like the dead Sea 
I will always float
If you don’t like this goat 
Than swallow your pride 
And let it reminisce in your throat 
Living life like a goon 
I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon
Sleepless nights and hustling 
From dusk till noon 
I feel like the man on the Moon
Knowing I’m far 
But kept telling myself I’ll get it Soon
I am a poetic tycoon

by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze |
Categories: football, soccer,

Leo Messi

I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.

He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals scored with his left foot.

He won hearts of generations
That have seen his two feet run.
He won the World Cup for a Nation
That has been dreaming for the sun.

He's a poet that runs in the field,
And the green grass kepps him through.
His courage is the only shield
That helped him go through.

All hail the king of football,
All hail heroes of the globe!
All hail the football GOAT
That wears the golden robe!

by Mike Samford |
Categories: inspirational, loss, lost love, fruit, grave,

Bitter Wine

This fruit I plucked, though tightly entwined
(To hide from birds) in a thorny brier vine
I had hoped to pour from a goat hide flask
A sweet bouquet of blackberry wine.
To drink -a smile, from my true love's glass.

The thorns which saved the fruit from birds
Were sharp and long -filled with poison burrs.
A drop of blood from a brier thorn prick
Death came quick like a mute priest's words
Before wine turned sweet, blood turned thick.

Around my grave grows a thorny brier vine
Entwined, grows the sweetest berries, yet dry.
My beloved visits my grave no more
But for me in the fall blackberries cry
And stain my grave with a blood red lure.

by Larry Bradfield |
Categories: humorous,

A Confession

I confessed to a priest of some note
That last night I made love to a goat
He said,"Son, that is bold,
and it's good for the soul -
But it's more load than I care to tote."


by Chantelle Bliss |
Categories: animals, friendship, funny, nostalgia,

Chief Goat! (For Emman)

Hey Hey! 
Who's the greatest goat of all?
Hey Hey!
Who stands over six feet tall?
Oh Oh!
Who's the biggest, buffest dude?
Oh Oh!
Who has grass as favorite food?

Hey, hail Chief Goat!
Chief Goat he's the one!
All hail Chief Goat!
'Cause he's a lot of fun!

Hey Hey!
Who's the goat that plays football?
Hey Hey!
Who goes running for that ball?
Oh Oh!
Who can't help but win this game?
Oh Oh?
It's Emman the one and same!

Hey, hail Chief Goat!
Chief Goat's super fast
All hail Chief Goat!
'Cause he sure ain't the last!


We love you Emman!

by Tony Brady |
Categories: celebration, desire, destiny, love, sin, society, wine,

Thine Indulge

Throwing fireballs from broken fists,
Destroying all who feed the mist.

The necromancers raise the dead,
as guilds of pyros burn them red.

breathe in deep, the dragons breath,
it tastes so sweet, hold in the scent.

Let the high control your head,
then feast upon the naked flesh.

Indulge in all the sweaty sex,
with kings and queens and princesses.

Then later on we all will toast,
before feeding on endless roasts.

And goat cheeses and pumpkin pies,
then blow it up into to the skies.

We’ll celebrate for those who died.
and drink until we feel alive.

by Shobuj Taposh |
Categories: animals, life, love,


Around a field
There are buildings

Seeing the scene: 	
            For sex
            A goat is crying
            Setting its two legs
            On female-sealed
            In the field,
A nice teenager
Beside a window
Became eager

Seeing the scene,
I got in sex-tent.

The field gave the girl
Mature bent.

by Jeremy Street |
Categories: baptism, love,

Bellwether Tongues Crimson Towers

Their gold rush collecting slaves as slaying children ?
Write it in a note attach to his goat: we'll call father double talk 
Back beyound her future with a green light glock: cannonball camouflage
Founders, of cannibal espionage ? Twenty leagues aneath the sea divulged his silver....
Pear tree here hear riptide's constitution Big Ben's revolution ? Robinson Crusoe's, evolution.

by Cardinal Ebomuche |
Categories: love, passion

The Bride I Never Had

Sweet lily, second to none in goodness and in grace,
I chose you from the cornucopia of cinnamons in my bouquet
As your streamlined looks keep me sedated
Your tender looks speaks of tales untold
Even "Bacchus'" palm wine cannot match the euphoria of your embrace

Ah! your luscious hips inspire me
And when tomorrow comes, we will wed
Beneath the cloudless climes I will hold you dear
And like the He-goat and cassava, I will treasure you,
For not to have loved you would have been treason against my heart !!!

by Lewis Nyaga |
Categories: africa, home, parents, vacation,

Home the Countryside Effect

Whenever us city folks say that were going home
it means a cross country tour over hills and valleys
rivers and large expanse of forests and farmed land
its stopping en-route to buy rice from a farmers mills
conversing with my sisters over how the countryside
has changed since our last visit.. lastly arriving home
and then its handshakes and warm hugs as we meet
our beloved parents, soon a goat is quickly slaughtered
and then its feasting as we enjoy the blessings of family
bathed under the love of our parents.. home sweet home

by M Braimah Saaka |
Categories: love,

My True Love

My true love
promised me
a car
a Jaguar
Mind you
British racing car

My true love
promised me
a coat 
True wool
from Pashmina

My true love
promised me
a dance
slow with soul
wet like sweat
or rain
in winter

My true love 
promised me
a song
Flawless like
Minnie Riperton
Yet so sad
Still riveting

by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories: adventure, remember,

Coat Drive Season

time dig in
its a love win
do the lord will
if you can
its the lords hand
to  us old young goat
to feel much better

by Leon Enriquez |
Categories: blessing,


Glimpse in sure time
A web of rhymes

Look up and see
Voice the hurls free

Sense a new wave
Lyrics that save

Touch time and space
Words shape and trace

Smell the sweet air
Fresh primes affair

Taste wild honey
Joy feeds wisely

Hear the grand sounds
Stride earthly grounds

Feel swirl of cheer
Watch love draw near

Greet grace that comes
Rouse happy psalm

See what you see
Learn how to be

Why starts life's quest
Work lovely fest

Humour funds wit
Jest juggles bits

Live love and grace
Finesse lights face

Leon Enriquez
19 February 2015
CNY Goat 1st Day

by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories: adventure, boat, missing you,

Baby Make Love To Me

baby i need it bad
my boby is sad
your the best i had
let rock
none stop
flow like a boat
hum like a goat
until our boby is passion free

by David Byrne |
Categories: confusion


A wino looked at me and spout,
Mumbo-jumbo from his mouth!

“Wood and stone; 
Flesh and bone,
Sand and clay; 
Steel and hay,
Moon and sun; 
Milk and bun,
Glass and salt; 
Hops and malt,
Needle and thread; 
Hand and head,
Rain and fog;
Spawn and frog,
Chicken and egg;
Lock and peg,
Tooth and root;
Sock and boot,
Buckle and belt,
Beaver and pelt,
Ash and soot;
Loud and mute,
Sea and beach;
Apple and peach,
Nut and bolt;
Collar and goat,
Dime and purse;
Favour and curse,
Hard and soft;
Never and oft,
Fun and pun;
Over and begun,
Love and hate;
Pace and rate,
Good and bad;
Happy and sad.”

Down and out;
Kneeling there devout!

by Zelda Cane |
Categories: animalslove,

Who Am I

I have big brown eyes,
A very long nose,
I love to play,
But I also love to doze.

When you don't give me a treat,
I tend to sigh,
I love to be in a pack,
Who am I?

I'll tell you right now,
I'm not a frog,
Or a goat,
I'm a dog!

by John Scott |
Categories: riddle,


Facebook, my wall, not at all
Mini Digger hire £75, same day delivery in the Midlands
Join couples dating agency, meet new friends
Buy Horny Goat Weed to spice up your love life and avoid erectile disfunction
Which affects two out of four men, which is half of all
Facebook, my wall, not at all

Ah, a red light, I have a message, maybe from a friend
Mini digger hire, £75, same day delivery in the Midlands

by Derrick Burton |
Categories: fear, love,


I am going to tell you this 
because I love you
not the kind of love where I need 
to see you bleed to death
Not the kind of love where pity weakens me
At the end of the day we are still accountable 
at judgment 
Will you be there get me out the decision?
Something sinful I did alone.
I am tired of running to you for my
escape goat every time I do wrong
Blaming it on the enemy, the little voice 
in side my brain or the two on my shoulders.
I don't believe the enemy exist
Maybe the enemy is ourselves.

by Connie Pachecho |
Categories: break up, love hurts,

Please Billy Give Me Another Chance

please billy give me another chance

today i receive a note
she wants to call it quits
that silly goat
having another fit

we make cottage cheese
on mountaintop's tree
lying in the breeze
now she wants to flee

sorry babe you're mine
and to have kids
so give it some time
from closing the lid

babe, you are my universe
like we'll work things out
for better or for worse
I promise to you, I change my route

so babe, give me a second chance
a second wind, a third wind
to continue our marital dance
and not let fate do us blind

babe, to sunshine roads we now park
pass the past vices in the dark
... I promise

connie pachecho