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

The Untold Story Of The Tortoise and The Hare



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 



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

Categories: adventure, love,


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

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. 
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 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.
          Moving like
                             A tortoise!


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?.

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 tom bell |
Categories: allegory, angst, lost love, passion,


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 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 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 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 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-