Aphrodite Poems - Poems about Aphrodite

I planted windflower in my garden plot Along with yarrow and forget me not Then a man walked over grass toward me Said "I’m Adonis, let me make a plea:" “Windflower you see, is named after me Anemone is the tears of Aphrodite She thought I loved her, she was quite a bore Her tears became flowers, don’t plant it no more." "If...

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in her aging mind she will remain as nubile as her lovers are...

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All is fair in love and war, For love and war are lovers. War and Love, those deities so fair, Aphrodite and Ares belong to one another. All is fair in love and war, For every soldier holds someone Closer than anyone ever before, and every lover has to fight for the person they...

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Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering Her features delicate,...

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Born of Aphrodite, in every life graceful. Born of Aphrodite, in every life loving. Bound to children of war, Sons and Daughters of Ares. In every life devoted, To loving and nurturing In every life hers, Those children of love. Born of the love, the faith, and the long...

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Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds. Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar, hopes for the rhythm to wrench free from her toller— copes with the captivity...

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NOSSIS There is nothing sweeter than love. All other delights are secondary. Thus, I spit out even honey. This is what Gnossis says: Whomever Aphrodite does not love, Is bereft of her roses. —Nossis translation by Michael R. Burch Most reverend Hera, the oft-descending from heaven, attend your Lacinian shrine fragrant with incense and there receive the linen mantle your noble child Nossis, daughter of Theophilis...

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Sappho Translations XIII by Michael R. Burch In these translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any way, shape or form. Andromeda may have abandoned you, but I, Aphrodite, Queen of Cyprus, still love you, Sappho, as the sun illuminates...

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Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any way, shape or form. I now, with all my heart, fully, as much as it is possible for me, blossom to...

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Sappho Translations X by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 103c translation by Michael R. Burch … remembering delightful Arheanassa, her laughter lovely as any Lorelei's … Sappho, fragment 76 translation by Michael R. Burch Fulfill? At my age I'm just hanging on! Sappho, fragment 50 translation by Michael R. Burch A handsome man pleases the eyes but a good man pleases. Sappho, fragment 88 translation by Michael R. Burch Though...

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Sappho Translations IX Sappho, fragment 17 translation by Michael R. Burch Hear me, Queen Hera, as your delightful festival nears, you to whom the sons of Atreus performed vows, those dazzling kings who did such amazing things, first at Troy, then later at sea. And yet, sailing the sea-road to our island, those mighty kings still could not attain it until they had called...

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Sappho Translations VIII by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 68 translation by Michael R. Burch That was then, this is now! In those days my maidenhead was in full bloom, then you … Sappho, fragment 135 translation by Michael R. Burch Golden Persuasion, Aphrodite's daughter, how you deceive mortals! Sappho, fragment 88 translation by Michael R. Burch Why, Procne, delicate swallow, daughter of Pandion, why do you weary me...

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Poetic Form: Heptastich I am Aphrodite... yielded from sea lather and reached the shores of Cyprus on a scallop's shell, symbol of womanhood and birth I am Aphrodite... Homer sourced me as a girl by Zeus and sea nymph, Dione, and aphrodisiac had influenced my name I am Aphrodite... a cause and effect for incessant eyes aroused crusade facing our guarded Mount Olympus high above I am Aphrodite... unceasing prayers heard by mere boldness and a taste test from each sweeten...

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O beloved chevalier, cloaked in shimmering champagne armor, tonight I long to feel your sultry skin, embroidered with emerald embellishments and twinkling teal topaz, tailored to tempt, veiling these tanned desires. My soul sways to a chained string of softened serenades, where the definitions of this drawn devotion dance amidst dusted darkness. I still remember how you willfully whispered wildflower wishes to my...

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Temporal incarnation of Aphrodite... induces idyllic reverie delight evoking similar surge, when skirting, and eluding fidelity defining the marital law on par with courting in flagrante delicto. After reading about Greek goddess of love fancy notion woke whereof warmth suffused me snug as fingers fitted into glove subsequent laissez faire attitude welcomed salvation, overstimulation, labialization, impenetration, fornication, and consummation from above. Hands folded prayer like...

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