Sonnet 17
Cherry-Lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,
Might not compare with his pure Ivorie white,
On whose faire front a Poets pen may write,
Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape,
His love-enticing delicate soft limbs,
Are rarely fram'd fintrap poore gazing eies:
His cheekes, the Lillie and Carnation dies,
With lovely tincture which Apolloes dims.
His lips ripe strawberries in Nectar wet,
His mouth a Hive, his tongue a hony-combe,
Where Muses (like Bees) make their mansion.
His teeth pure Pearle in blushing Correll set.
Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring,
Be slow to love, and quicke to hate, enduring?
poem by Richard Barnfield
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Cherry-lipped Adonis...
Cherry-lipped Adonis in his snowy shape,
Might not compare with his pure ivory white,
On whose fair front a poet's pen might write,
Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape.
His love-enticing delicate soft limbs,
Are rarely framed t' intrap poor gazing eyes;
His cheeks, the lily and carnation dyes,
With lovely tincture which Apollo's dims.
His lips ripe strawberries in nectar wet,
His mouth a hive, his tongue a honeycomb,
Where muses (like bees) make their mansion.
His teeth pure pearl in blushing coral set.
Oh how can such a body sin-procuring,
Be slow to love, and quick to hate, enduring?
poem by Richard Barnfield
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet 8
Sometimes I wish that I his pillow were,
So might I steale a kisse, and yet not seene,
So might I gaze upon his sleeping eine,
Although I did it with a panting feare:
But when I well consider how vaine my wish is,
Ah foolish Bees (thinke I) that doe not sucke
His lips for hony; but poore flowers doe plucke
Which have no sweet in them: when his sole kisses,
Are able to revive a dying soule.
Kisse him, but sting him not, for if you doe,
His angry voice your flying will pursue:
But when they heare his tongue, what can controule,
Their back-returne? for then they plaine may see,
How hony-combs from his lips dropping bee.
poem by Richard Barnfield
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet 12
Some talke of Ganymede th' Idalian Boy,
And some of faire Adonis make their boast,
Some talke of him whom lovely Laeda lost,
And some of Ecchoes love that was so coy.
They speake by heere-say, I of perfect truth,
They partially commend the persons named,
And for them, sweet Encomions have framed:
I onely t'him have sacrifized my youth.
As for those wonders of antiquitie,
And those whom later ages have injoy'd
(But ah what hath not cruell death destroide?
Death, that envies this worlds felicitie),
They were (perhaps) lesse faire then Poets write.
But he is fairer then I can indite.
poem by Richard Barnfield
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Just but her beautiful face
Im looking at a cherubic expression,
Your eyes like two beams of light,
Penetrating to the hearts of all men,
They watch and wonder upon you,
Such great light they have not seen
It is just but your beautiful face
Your nose, the great art upon thee,
Nostrils like the caves of glory,
Leading to the uttermost places,
Places where all men long to be,
Your hairy like the faire of fine lambs,
Great camfort like the mat of a King,
All in the great chambers of your beauty,
Your skin soft like the dove,
Pure and so flawless,
All men long to caress and rub,
They look and wonder upon thee,
Its just but your beautiful face
My love your lips are so tempting,
The patterns like the rainbow in snow,
The glow like the rays of dawn,
The rare perfection so perculiar,
All men see and wonder upon thee
Its just but your beauty my love
Your hair so strong yet soft,
Very dry yet wet,
Like the grass of a winter morning,
Its waves so undefined,
Moved up by the wind of September,
They wonder and ponder upon you,
Its just but your beauty my love
Your teeth are white as snow,
Yet tasty as the early cream,
Bold and strong like the granite,
Take a look at my girlfriend,
Her lips have killed many,
Her teeth buried moreover,
Her tongue so rare but excellent,
When she opens her mouth,
The breath like the aroma of vanillia,
Her words sensible like of the wise
She is beautiful and I testify,
Its just but her beautiful face
poem by Gaylord Munemo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
There Was a Cherry-Tree
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy --
As when you were a boy.
There was a cherry-tree. The Bluejay sat
His blue against its white -- O blue as jet
He seemed there then!-- But now -- Whoever knew
He was so pale a blue!
There was a cherry-tree -- our child-eyes saw
The miracle:-- Its pure white snows did thaw
Into a crimson fruitage, far too sweet
But for a boy to eat.
There was a cherry-tree, give thanks and joy!--
There was a bloom of snow -- There was a boy --
There was a bluejay of the realest blue --
And fruit for both of you.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
For your love
‘For your love’
Open your eyes
Take in the sights
Not in the dark love
Keep on the lights love
That’s the sight of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love
Open your nostrils
Take in the smell
It’s there In the air
The high of true love
That’s the smell of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love
Open your ears
Listen to the sounds
The sounds of heartbeats pulsating
To the beat of pure love
That’s the sound of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love
Open your mouth
Stick out your tongue
Taste the sweet love
On my loving lips
That’s the taste of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love
Open your mouth
Speak to me about love
Give me the poetry
Of everlasting love
That’s the language of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
Make my eyes glow love
Love can be a beautiful experience
Experience will let you know
That an experience lover
Will take it real slow
That’s the beauty of true love
Take it slow love
Take time to know love
My eyes glowing eternally
For your love
Michael Micmac Mccrory
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Romancing A Red Cherry Inside My Mouth
got one cherry
inside my mouth
letting it stay there
as my tongue
toys with a red
sweet cherry
my lips, my lips
drenched
with such sweetness
i salivate
prelude to love
tonight
watery cherry
bursting in red
sweet blood
spreading on my tongue
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pure Spanish Safflower
If all my memories had taste
mine would be strong,
chocolate
semi-sweet.
If your lips had flavor
they'd be honey dew.
.
Your skin's basil hinting
cinnamon
and a pinch of sensuous mint.
Your eyes have red pepper heat.
We've tasted each
other
our mutual cuisines
our secret
secrets;
our body-tastings.
You suck my fingers
make them tingle
in your warm mouth;
your tongue plays across each,
enticing them.
If all my memories had taste
mine would be strong,
chocolate
semi-sweet.
If your lips had flavor
they'd be honey dew.
.
Your skin's basil
hinting cinnamon
and a pinch of sensuous mint.
Your eyes have red pepper heat.
We've tasted each
other
our mutual cuisines
our secret
secrets;
our body-tastings.
You suck my fingers
make them tingle
in your warm mouth;
your tongue plays across each,
enticing it.
Your mouth is relentless
travels all around
enough to make
my nail polish blush.
Your massages heal
your palm in the small of my back
remains the perfect fit.
You make my skin flowers bloom
rosette heavings
I lay down to be your banquet;
your nocturnal feast
And I am pure Spanish Safflower
for you my sweet
my lips
red and tingling
provide dessert
at this feast
upon Love's Cuisine.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I smell your perfume on the wind
I smell your perfume on the wind
And cry a pool of tears
And sit beside it
And fish for our lost love
But i'm living an illusion
The waters are too salty for anything to exist
You're love was written on rose petals
Perfumed in paradise
Delicate and fine as a butterflies' wing
Too fine for the roughness
Of unyielding minds and opinions
Of people who have never tasted of pure love
Who never stroked with there lips
A marble smooth cheek such as yours
Who never clasp a hand so tight
That they were afraid to let go
That letting go was letting go forever
Who never looked in an eye
That shone back the love it received
Who never lay beside a silken-skinned body
And smiled
And counted himself a king with a queen
Who never had a bed
That was a raft of pure love
On a sea, stained with prejudice and jealously
Who never knew of a love so pure
That being without it
Was not being
That you turn to a shadow
A piece of mist
At the mercy of the winds
A formless wandering creature
For being without you I am that creature now
For my love for you
Is written in granite
By the fire of pure love
A white flamed fire of pure love
That no being can erase
That no seed of hate
Can grow on
That no prejudice or jealously
Will cover or wear away
I never chose you
You never chose me
Love chose us
It made the match
And bound us with a chain
A chain of magical links
Each an angels ' wing
Each wing given freely for us
Each a token of love
That blossomed
And flowered into pure love
A love of loves
In a paradise of paradises
A place where we ran away to
A place where we weren't
Afraid to be ourselves
To unite and gel and become one
poem by Paul Larmour
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet: The Bees Never Give Up
Every time, they crush the bees to death and
Steal away their sweet honey in a trice;
And wax to make candles of immense size;
The Queen bee escapes to another land.
The bees comeback; with vengeance start again
A small bee-hive in the very same place!
They work extra in the sun and in rain,
Buzzing to flowers in a frenzied pace.
And soon their hive has been rebuilt and full,
Of sweet honey and larvae that are fed;
The bees continuing without a lull,
Searching for more nectar in every mead.
How well Nature takes care of its species!
Man must learn from the bee-hive and the bees.
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
What Would You Like
Tell me you name, tell me your sign.
Please tell me that my mind is right.
I just want to take you to my home.
Where we can talk by a fire all alone.
There's just one thing that I need to know.
Could you ever be there when I woke up,
Or will you be just another and be gone?
Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?
I take one look at you and my heart can't stop smiling.
It begins to display on the outside and my lips curl up.
Looking at you from across the void I can see my life with you.
You take a glance at me and can't help but notice to.
I walk around the corner and fade out of your sight.
I love playing this game.
Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?
You chase me around the corner at the end of the aisle.
And we both meet each other eye to eye.
My hands behind my back.
Can you guess what I've got in mind.
Oh I think you'll be suprized.
You look at me and begin to smile.
Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?
I see the moonlight fall across your face as you sleep.
I take one look at you as my fingers gently stroke your cheek.
You breathe in and breathe out and stir awake.
Looking up at me and smiling all the while.
I bend down and kiss you ever so slowly.
Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?
My lips want to take in every taste it can.
My fingers what to rub your smooth skin.
My eyes want to see all your love dep inside.
And no matter how hard I try.
My mind can't comprehend the beauty within.
If I bought you a dozen roses would you fall in love?
If I wrote you that special love poem would you kiss me tight?
If I took you to a lakeside of of a romantic dinner would you stay the night?
Would you like the candle's flickering lights?
Would you like the expressions of my words rolling off my tongue?
Would you come be with me even though the night's young?
Would you like the kiss that takes the breath away deep within your lungs?
Would you want to be with me through the rest of your life?
Would you want to be with my heart through the beating might?
Would you want to grab my hands and love me through all the bad time?
Would you want to hug me in the anger of emotions and try to fight?
Would you stand within my heart and dance in the spotlight?
Would you like to be with me through the whole night?
Should I buy you a dozen roses?
Should I write you a love poem,
Of how my heart can't stop beating for you?
Should I take you to a lakeside with a romantic dinner?
Would you like candle light flickering in front of us?
Would you like the lovely words that could roll off my tongue?
Would you like me to express how much you mean to me?
Would you like that soft romantic music in the background?
poem by Josh Burnett
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fundo
Thou art love's sweet dew which frost mine heart
Dressed in chemise white, love's scintillating tart
My heart blooms into pink lilies fair as thine dew melts
Ores of love from hate for mine heart smelts
Into beautiful, soft, delicate, elegant silk
As pure as light as white as milk
To wrap thee in and love with beauty cherish
In my grasps we melt with love till love doth perish…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Watered Down Love
Love thats pure hopes all things,
Believes all things, wont pull no strings,
Wont sneak up into your room, tall, dark and handsome,
Capture your heart and hold it for ransom.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
Love thats pure, it dont make no claims,
Intercedes for you stead of casting you blame,
Will not deceive you or lead you to transgression,
Wont write it up and make you sign a false confession.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
Love thats pure wont lead you astray,
Wont hold you back, wont mess up your day,
Wont pervert you, corrupt you with stupid wishes,
It dont make you envious, it dont make you suspicious.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
Love thats pure aint no accident,
Always on time, is always content,
An eternal flame, quietly burning,
Never needs to be proud, restlessly yearning.
You dont want a love thats pure
You wanna drown love
You want a watered-down love
song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Marriage
marriage is a bond that a man and woman share
it is a commitment far beyond compare.
they both make a vow of everlasting love
made in front of the lord above.
they commit their hearts, body, and soul to each other.
in hopes that there will never be another.
they speak of the feelings that they have inside
a love that will last throughout all time.
their love is pure in heart and soul
it is a love that they must hold.
the first five years are always the toughest
while they get to know what each other is like
and in anger they will fight.
and say things that they don't mean.
but! in the long run you must see
that their love will forever be.
poem by Louis Rams
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Air and Angels
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame
Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be.
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is
Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love ask, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught;
Thy every hair for love to work upon
Is much too much; some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere;
Then as an angel face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere;
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air's and angels' purity,
'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be.
poem by John Donne
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!
Making Love To A Black Woman
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Romantically and Patiently;
Take the time to make love to her mind.
Fulfill all of her midnight wishes.
Cover her entire body with soft wet kisses.
Tell her, so that she will know!
There's no place on her body
your tongue won't go.
And, when you love a Black Woman,
you love her real slow.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Passionately and Sincerely;
Let her Sweetness become your Weakness.
Do not use just the Penis, But include your ear.
Listen to the sweet sound of her moans
and see what you hear.
Feel the warmth and care of her loving embrace.
Place your mouth on hers and savor the taste.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Sensually and Honestly;
Say what you mean and mean what you say.
Tell her that you love her,
more and more with each passing day.
Let all of the fantasies that dance in her head.
Become her moonlight reality
when it's time to go to bed.
Kiss and lick all over her body
until you find all her right spots.
Touch and caress her soft skin
and make her real hot.
Mutual satisfaction is a lover's plan.
Love her, cause you are in love with her.
She's your Woman and your her Man.
How do you make love, to a Black Woman?
How do you make love to a Black Woman,
Lovingly and completely;
Love her until her 'Screams of Passion'
are all you that hear.
Suck on her neck and stick
your tongue in her ear.
Hold her soft round ass
in the palm of your hands.
Let her sexual wishes
become your loving commands.
Love your Black Woman with
your Mind, Body and Soul.
She's the most precious gift on this Earth.
She's worth her weight in gold.
How do you make love to a Black Woman?
There's only one true way to start.
To make love to a Black Woman,
just give her your Heart.
poem by Samuel Newton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Queen Anne's Lace (Choka poetry)
It's great Queen Anne's Lace,
Curling inward her 'birds' nest',
Closing her umbel upward,
With spines of love fruits,
White like snow, with pink shyness,
When she touches lips of sun.
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar, his teeth
Are caterpillars, eating
Her leaves with passion.
Each white flower has two seeds,
Making him to desire her
And her hairy stem,
After blooming in clusters.
poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It Takes One To Know One's Love
It takes one to know one's love!
So enduring,
So lovely;
And, we are who we love on this earth.
It takes one to know one's love!
So enduring,
So lovely;
And, you are what you eat on this earth.
Please, pleased!
So enduring,
So lovely;
And, you will always stay in my heart.
Cloak, oak, soak, croak;
Block, lock, dock, mock, cock, rock!
However, it takes one to know one's love.
So enduring,
So lovely! !
Bock, pock, clock, hock, knock, stock;
But, it takes one to know one's love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Baby, the Divine Form
Behold the effulgent form of divinity
in the soft figure of a child,
which is endowed with pure,
white and beautiful teeth.
Verily in the mortal world,
the child forms heavenly bliss,
the fruit of conjugal figures.
In the lucid river of child’s body,
overflows the cheerfulness
of lovely love-creepers.
Sweet smile of the child is splendid
having indistinct utterance of syllables
and so an object of ever-remembrance.
In the lovely lips shine delicacy and lucidity.
Sarasvati, the Goddess of Speech,
spreads her nectareous jingling,
graceful, faultless and rich.
Auspicious divinity and purity
lightly and delightfully
dance in the utterance of the child.
Music, unread and unknowingly attained,
flows in the cries and gaieties of the child.
In the child, who bears
a miniature form of Cupid,
the god of love and beauty,
there abide guilelessness and swiftness limpid.
In every limb of the child,
reigns the guileless comeliness
sprung from the creation
of the omnipresent Supreme Self.
In the ambrosial abode of child’s figure
scintillate innocence as well as sagacity.
Effulgent appearance of divinity
one can obviously observe
in the delicate form of the child.
poem by Harekrishna Meher
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
White Chocolate
White chocolate when i taste it,
It makes me think of you,
It's melting upon my tongue gently,
And remembers me of your sensual lips.
White chocolate is like a dream,
Something that i can not control,
A deep temptation of my body,
To have a piece melting in my mouth.
White chocolate eating it's like visiting heaven,
Lingering on my tongue delicious, creamy, soft,
I crave the sweet melting sensation of it,
It's like your sensual lips are kissing me.
White chocolate is giving me the passion feeling,
When touching my lips with every bite,
It's like a crazy pleasure on my tongue,
It makes me feel so beautiful and alive.
poem by Cristina Teodor
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!