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



Submitted on December 7, 2020 for contest ALLITERATION sponsored by EVE ROPER

AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Originally 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 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 Jack Jordan |
Categories: love,

Haiku 10

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

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 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 Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories: god, health, prayer,

A Melodious Tune

My soul is humming a melodious tune of:
Gratitude, love, and affection 
For all my beloved and caring friends 
Who offered prayers for my health's restoration.*

The battle was fierce, and the enemy so furious,
But he was defeated, no matter the methods he did apply,
For whoever fights with God on his side 
Double armed is he for faith his arms multiply!







© Demetrios Trifiatis
     12 August 2022
-
* For seventeen days I was wrestling with COVID-19. 
Now with God's help and my friends' prayers, my health is restored.
Thank you and Blessings!

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 Keith D Trestrail |
Categories: death, tribute,

The Crocodile Hunter

He was in large life a force of nature
  and in barbed death a martyr to the cause.
Leaping madly on some croc or gator
  wrestling its mighty ancient tail and jaws.
A call to action for all to conserve
  that which threatens to be forever lost -
to champion, protect, cherish and preserve
  knowing in the end all life has a cost!
There is in Beerwah a place I avouch
  where the kid Croc Hunter grew as a child,
and returned a sick joey to its pouch
  and learned to love the demon crocodile.
If ever I see a ghost in khaki
I shall muse of one man and yell “Crikey!”.


             Written: October 2006

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 Mark Toney |
Categories: bible, conflict, courage, evil, faith, god, truth,

Spiritual Armor

wrestling with evil
wear complete suit of armor
~ conquer with courage

rescued from onslaught
lies and misinformation
~ loins girded with truth

safeguarding our hearts
resisting the evil day
~ righteousness’ breastplate

love for our neighbor
giving’s greater happiness
~ feet shod with good news

strongly entrenched things
evil one’s burning missiles
~ faith’s protective shield

empty deceptions
soundness of mind endangered
~ salvation’s helmet

God’s Word is alive
source of unending wonder
~ sword of the spirit

seek help from on high
trust the one who is unseen
~ pray incessantly

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 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 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 Terry Ireland |
Categories: age, humor, lust,

Generation Gap

Oh you can't have sex after sixty
She said with a bit of a blush
You can't have sex after sixty
It's meant for the young folk like us.

So if I get that testosterone rush
When we're lying together in bed
We'd better not start making love
But you take out your knitting instead
And I'll get out my journal
And pass a bit of the time
Wrestling with the words
To work up a bit of a rhyme,
But if after half an hour
The desire still hasn't abated
Lets hug and cuddle and love
Until appetites are fully sated.

But we won't tell the young folk
Just leave them feeling contented
Like all younger generations they think they're
The ones by which making love was invented.

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

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 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 its different when you look into 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 Beata Agustin |
Categories: angst, anxiety, christian, emotions, faith, god, jesus, mother, sick, spiritual,

Mother's Angst

Agonizing over boy's incessant seizure-attacks grieved with girl's lamentable worthlessness' woes caring mother, heart-wrenched, weeps… frightened... helplessly witnessing oppressive wrestling bouts against restlessness her son’s infantile spasm epilepsy and daughter’s paralysis 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 to prevail against misery!
*2Corinthians 2:14 "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ..." February 12, 2019

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 Daisy Reilly |
Categories: best friend, cancer, cat, dog, quinceanera,

My Two Wagging Tails

I love you when your quiet 
I love you like this 
Chilled and laid back 
Peace at long last 

I love you when your playing
I love you wrestling too
Pulling on a sock 
A tug of war is cool 

Archies giggling and the snorting
You'd think he was  a horse 
Snorting and sniffing at the cat 
Upon the wall 
Barking Mad 
She swaggers her tail 
walking tall 
Archies just a young lad after all 

Uncle rocco takes it all in  his stride
His coat of black and white
A look of peace and pride 
Bounding like a big puppy through the music hall ...
Here comes Rocco 
For some Rock and Roll ....

by Allan Terry |
Categories: 6th grade, business, change,

Suppa Board Reads

Come down to our national
Happy day celebration
Fried quail
Roasted game hens
Roasted pork loin
Smoked ribs and fresh ham
Deep fried sqaush ,zucchini green tomato
Cassorole, with lemons, onoins,, pareseam
And goat cheese.
Cherry and cream cheese turnovers
Garlicy mash potatoes
Canadian meat pies w/ some creole sou

She said am I ; 
Am I
It's been a ploy
To lore us here
Love meats
And
American Wrestling Alliance

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!