Love Poems About Shrew or Shrew Love Poems
by Abdul Malik |
Categories: woman,

All about Eve

Woo the woman
Love the lady
Mellow the maiden
Manage the maid
Garnish the girl
Dazzle the damsel
Bar the bimbo
Latch the lass
Silence the siren
Moor the mermaid
Net the nymph
Madden the madam
Tame the tart
Court the courtesan
Nudge the nurse
Null the nun
Shun the spinster
Strap the stewardess
Venerate the virgin
Vex the vixen
Vacate the vamp
Curb the coquette
Con the concubine
Whack the whore
Whip the wench
Pooh-pooh the prostitute
Slam the ****
Harem the harlot
Screw the shrew
Eschew the enchantress
Wallop the witch
Garb Godiva
Jail Jezebel
Dump Delilah
Gore the Gorgons
Harness Hecuba
Xpunge xanthippe
Wed the widow!




by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: music,

Lyre, Lyre

For The contest 
"Fill Up A Scroll "


With hand upon the golden lyre
Her fingers intertwined the wire
With her hair, like burning fire
Rest upon her breast

The music that she plays, it tells
Of love that's lost, and broken spells
Tolling like cathedral bells
Down deep inside her chest

From the scroll, she frees each note
With her heart, they rise then float
Beyond the castle walls and moat
Truly she is aptly blessed

Gently now, she reaches too
Another scroll She'll play for you
And taming that unruly shrew 
Freeing you to lie and rest
   

by Joe DINKI |
Categories: inspirational,

The First Paradox (pair of socks)

Curiosity  can  stew.
O’er the surface brew,
Through gravel and the dew,
A noble idea will stumble
Over table, kiln and shrew,
to knock upon the door of life,
And join the chosen few.

But who shall shell such feats,
to take those steps so true?
Why, God’s love and common
Sense my friend.

Be ye willing,
Be ye true…

For feet covered bold in love,
Will take you through and through,
Past the haughty and the naughty,
Over the hills and far away,.

A pair of socks is God 's offering to you;
to track your kingdom come,
to blend your toes as one,
to comfort new,
The deeds you do,
To meld our souls undone.


 



by Janis Thompson |
Categories: trust, , cute,

Obsession

Othello was in heat of passion’s fire
Being truly locked in love with his desire.
Seeing Desdemona gave the Moor new life,
Eloping in the night to make her wife.
Soon Iago executes a devious plan.
So, Othello will think Cassio’s his wife's man.
In Othello’s eyes, she was a worthless shrew.
Obsessed with rage, his lovely wife he slew.
Not long after, with his sword he kills self too.


7/19/17
OBSESSION
Sponsored by: Silent One

by jack horne |
Categories: people,

Two-Faced

The rotten apple in the cart,
And lowest of the low,
A waste of space, a waste of time,
And not a joy to know,
A heartless witch, a nasty troll,
A trouble-making shrew,
The creature from the Black Lagoon,
And pile of doggy do,
A hateful, wicked bag of slime,
A monster hated for all time.

The mould was broken at her birth,
This angel, dear and sweet,
This blossom, delicate and fair,
Refined from head to feet,
This paragon of virtue glows,
A pearl before the swine,
A perfect rose amongst the thorns,
Champagne compared with wine,
A treasure trove, a swan, a dove,
And saintly lady filled with love.

For Vie’s Let me have it, then kiss my petunia contest

by Robert Davidson |
Categories: funny, happiness, love

A Shakesperian Dream

Written for a couple who love Shakespeare and are getting married Sat. 02 
Oct. 2010

This isn't a tragedy as in 'Macbeth',
'Hamlet' or 'King Lear':
Nor is it a 'Comedy of Errors'
to bring a heartfelt tear.
It isn't the giving of  a pound of flesh,
as some might suspect.
Nay, it is 'As You Like It',
yeah, 'Romeo and Juliet!'

What can one say to this happy couple
as down the aisle they stride?
'The Taming of the Shrew' must come first
or oh, its woe betides!
'A Lover's Complaint' will surely follow
but its 'Much Ado About Nothing!'
'The Tempest' has lost and 'Measure for Measure'
this wedding is now forthcoming.

           'All's Well That Ends Well'.


by ANDREA TRAVIS |
Categories: lost love,

Looking for you

I got lost, looking for you
Searching deep within a soul
Now, I’ve lost myself too!

I looked in many faces, only a few
I searched the clouds above that roll
I got lost, looking for you

Rolling around in morning dew
So alone and in the cold
Now, I’ve lost myself too!

Have I shut love out, became a shrew
Fleeting youth as I grow old
I got lost, looking for you

My love once soared, passion flew
Delicate whispers not to be told
Now, I’ve lost myself too!

Did I miss the sign, ignore the cue
Pass the bridge, forget the toll
I got lost, looking for you
Now I’ve lost myself too!

by jack horne |
Categories: fantasy,

Love-in-Idleness

Smiling, it squirts its juices, 
delighting in matchmaking,
just like Cupid, whose misaimed arrow, 
it recalls, once struck it.

Lucentio and Bianca:
a happy match;
they owe much to it, it knows.
Lysander and Hermia;
Demetrius and Helena…
well, they eventually thanked it too.

But Queen Titania and Bottom…
Love-in-Idleness giggles
 …A flower has to have its fun.

Its scans the sleeping eyes
wondering who is next
for its powerful love potion.

I’ve personified the flower, Love-in-Idleness (it mostly appears in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, but is also briefly mentioned in The Taming of the Shrew) 

for Deb’s contest

by Johnny Sumler |
Categories: life, love,

Within the Wind

My love, thy beauty rest within the wind,
Alive of art, alluring with appeal.
As for the wind shall move and blow and bend,
Silent you sit inside motion surreal. 

I see the sea and sometimes she is calm,
Aloft the streams of salt aquatic blue. 
Yet waves do rage when wind brushes her palm,
Angered and moved...of time shall tame the shrew.

Placid inside the pedestal of air,
That blows from leaf to grass and sand to lake, 
Divine you dare to be a portrait fair,
And I in awe amazed each day I wake.

If wind is air, each breath is of you dear,
Making my world within settle and clear.



July 17, 2014

by ANDREA TRAVIS |
Categories: lost love

Looking for you

I got lost, looking for you
Searching deep within a soul
Now I've lost myself too.

I looked in many faces, only a 
few
I searched the clouds above 
that roll
I got lost looking for you

Rolling around in morning dew
So alone and in the cold
Now I've lost myself too.

I have shut love out, become a 
shrew 
Fleeting youth as I grow old
I got lost, looking for you.

My love once soared, passion 
flew
Delicate whispers not to be told
Now I've lost myself too. 

Did I miss the sign, ignore the 
cue
Pass the bridge, forgot the toll
I got lost looking for you
Now I've lost myself too!

by Phillip Garcia |
Categories: lost love,

Consequences

As consequences must and do accrue,
Redolent foamy crests in oceans blue,
That rise and fall when pulled by lunar cue,
To muddy dust on shores of sandy hue;

Where toes thrust deep when comes the morning dew,
Beneath grey skies where once proud eagles flew,
But now limp idly by grounded and through,
Watching memories fade to residue –

That stain the steps of unforgiving shrew,
Blaming nature demanding a cleanup crew.

10/23/16

by Robert Horton |
Categories: love hurts, nature,

Immense

Immense 

To watch in awe 
The forest floor, 
The saplings rise
With love in your eyes. 
And when we kiss 
Amongst all this 
The creatures that crawl 
Seem so small. 
A beetle, tiny 
On nettles, spiny, 
Ne'er a sting
For such a little thing. 
An ant or two 
For a hungry shrew, 
Wouldst be a feast 
For a miniscule beast. 
But seeds asleep 
In forests deep 
May never be 
A mighty tree, 
To love and part 
With a broken heart 
Is so intense 
It seems immense. 

©RJVHorton2016 

by Kevin Shaw |
Categories: animal, cute love, fun, word play,

Daisy Dormouse

Daisy Dormouse

My dearest Daisy Dormouse,
will you invite me in for tea?
I seek your hand in Marriage,
what will your answer be?
Dear Sir, my heart you flatter,
but I cannot marry you,
Mother say’s you’re a Rat
and betrothed to Chantelle Shrew.

by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: age, devotion, life, loneliness, longing, love, miss you,

Forgotten love

Written for For Richard Lamoureux' Gender Bender Contest


I know that we're older, that true
No way we can do, what we used to do
Your Armor was shining and answered my prayers
You came to my rescue, ran hands through my hair
Now, my hair gray, And I'm feeling blue
Where has my Knight gone too

I'll always be here at you side
Even if maybe, our love's, gone and died
I pray to the heaven's,  and hope that's not true
Cause I,  don't no what else to do

I gaze at you sleeping my dear
But it's not enough, that you are so near
I need you to hold me like you used to do
Tickle and fold me while taming your shrew
No way we could do what we used to do
But, where Has My night gone too.

by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: people, sadday,

Self Proclaimers

Such rapier wit that cuts right through
With quick tongues that can’t tame the shrew
There is nothing left or better for them to do
Except belittle all they meet

There is no concept of wrong or right
They’ll speak their thoughts just to start a fight
They are always alone most day and night
For of love, they are deplete

Perhaps, by chance, they’ll one day learn
Respect’s not taken, it must be earned
Right and wrong, will they discern?
I pray it happens so

But until that day, they’ll so confine
Themselves to torture, like doing time
For they won’t have, friendships to find
They’ll be no friends at all to show

by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: racism,

Magpie and Crow Love

Raymond Magpie fell in love with a crow.
When she was around, he was a glow.
It cannot be true!
Said Mother Prue.
I will bring him home by his big toe.

So she did what she said she was going to do.
She dragged Raymond Magpie by his left shoe.
There he stays
Pinning his days
Wishing his mama was not a racist shrew.

by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: anger, drink, drug,

Not the 'me' that you normally see

Where would I be without all my cups of coffee?
   Mired in a funk, completely at sea
In fact, I can tell you I would hardly be me
   At least not the 'me' that you normally see

I'd be really mean without my dose of caffeine
   The crankiest crank the world's ever seen
Why, I'd shout and I'd yell; I'd shout and I'd scream
   At those whom I love, the loudest, it seems

I'd take credit for doing what I didn't do
   At the slightest offense, I'd try to sue you
For all that you're worth, you stupid, dumb fool
   As I cackle the cackle of the wickedest shrew 
 
All this for lack of coffee, the drug I prefer
   ~ Without which, to reefer I might have to defer

by Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories: anniversary, humorous,

Ace Cletus O'Toole - Famous Skywriter

Pilot Cletus O'Toole climbed in his plane and sailed for the blue!

  'Twas their wedding anniversary for him and his wife Mary Sue.

He intended to write in the sky, "MARY SUE I LOVE YOU!"

   Things went well 'til mischievous winds shifted and his plan fell askew!

Curiously, the winds wrote, "MARY SUE YOU OLD SHREW!"

   When Cletus landed Mary Sue unleashed a scathing hullabaloo!

She grounded hubby Cletus O'Toole and he never again flew!

by Howard Manser |
Categories: love hurts,

Facade

brass wears a thin veneer
warped reflections fractured mirror

façade is a snapshot, a picture that lies
candied veneer for childlike eyes
tricked are the feuding fussing folk
conned by canned silver-tongued smoke

she spoke of two with metaphor
consequence and heretofore
laced by pouring a bawdy brew
sweetened with a blinding cue

mesmerized
she hypnotized 
dancing emerald eyes
trapped me in her wily guise   

we drank a tepid tea for two
concocted by a crafty shrew
sweaty salty we both withdrew
bidding a sweet adieu

swirling clouds blind to blur
tantrums twist failing cure
plans are the unopened wish
goals reek of rotting fish