Best Aphrodite Poems
Your honey drips in baths of blue,
with seductive scapes set to woo,
Arousing aroma stimuli arise anew,
A vixen voluptuous Venus to subdue…
Mane of a lioness suave and soft,
provocative perspiration sent aloft…
With erotic eyes that capture oft,
sensuous seclusions within her loft…
With lips that taste like wicked wine,
quixotic quenching of the venom vine…
Bodacious breasts in their combine,
permeable performance will entwine…
The Orbs of passion ambiently attend,
risqué rituals of a burning biting blend...
Carnal kisses upon a salacious suspend,
gravitational goosebumps will ascend.
Nov.09.2019
Goosebumps Poetry
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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, her hair etched in his mind flowing, shimmering
An energy is sensed as sand and water caress through his fingers
Behold if only Aphrodite answers his prayer, he pauses and lingers
Recollection clears a birth, breath of life be given this inanimate object
A saintly face faintly appears, he’s fallen in love with his imminent project
Sculpting feminine curves slowly surfacing, an hourglass figure shaped
An alluring amazon controls his very soul, an apotheosis angel draped
Belief in a statue which comes to life, vehemently pangs the phenomenon
Alas the last touches fini, fervently he unveils his seaside Pygmalion
And without further ado, emerging from the ivory sand, he prizes
An obsession his idée fixe at the edge of the pier, a sand goddess arises
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, come to me…
Whisper to me your longings,
and I shall tickle your ear with my saccharine breath.
I shall take you to places
where only gods and goddesses roam.
Aware am I of how my radiant beauty entrances you...
Be thankful to the Fates that it is you I have chosen.
I have sprung forth from Ocean's foam,
but we shall churn that sea...
Flowers at my feet would pale
to the flowers that spring forth from my heart
How I know too well that my eyes mesmerize
A twinkle from the windows of my soul
and I know I have captured you.
I would gladly take off these necklaces ‘round my supple neck
if it means that your lips trail soft kisses instead…
I would happily unclasp these brooches in my hair,
and let my flowing tresses
tickle your gorgeous face and body,
as I take my turn to adorn you with my kisses.
I shall discard these golden robes made by the Kharites and the Horai
and reveal my nubile body for you to explore
with your eyes…
…with your hands
with your lips…
Let the Seasons be forgotten,
as we move to only know of Love.
I have chosen You.
Sweet and handsome mortal, Come to me…
August 5, 2010
pink lips, golden hips,
this beauty makes me power trip.
i am aphrodite at the after party
sipping golden apple martinis by the pool.
chosen by troy, i am the fairest of them all.
even your best friend called me a goddess.
Aphrodite, In Sweet Dreams Of Bliss I Cry Out To You,
Sonnet Doubles
Aphrodite, princess of my romantic dreams
burning flames to my heart's inner desires
your beauty gifted, a poetic soul redeems
goddess of love, true love that never tires.
Underneath moon's golden rays and heavenly nights
we meet, in a dreamland made just for two
your vision bringing forth love's most sensual light
passionate touch, Cupid's arrows shot true.
Aphrodite, no heart can your deep love deny
or satisfaction from your every kiss
you are soft twinkle of stars in radiant sky
epitome of love, life, joyous bliss.
Within this heaving breast, is your heart to now hold.
Your passionate embrace, I am forever sold.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( Forever Lost In The Sweet Depths Of A True Love )
Note:
Aphrodite:
https://www.britannica.com/topic/Aphrodite-Greek-mythology
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Remember All That Glitters Is Not Gold
Within a silken tapestry of dreams
are golden orbs of glittering treasures
life is too often not what it may seem
if we in haste seek only our pleasures.
Far better to view Nature, its beauty
as if a mere child just learning to walk
knowing life is a gift not a duty
we oft may learn more without idle talk.
Cease snatching up offerings this world casts
those tempting traps that look to be so free
Ulysses was pleading, bound to ship's mast
to jump overboard, drown in raging seas.
Remember all that glitters is not gold.
Bountiful are worldly lies we are told.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2020
Sonnet, ( If it looks to good to be true, almost always it isn't)
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 of being bodiless hands. Twilight
comes to chance escape—open palms toward birthright.
Coves burst into flame; a hungry fire wants holier water.
Coven circles, recovers the skinless limbs of their daughter.
Woven like song, sirens' balm to restore coats of missing arms,
women are spells read correctly, using words as our alarms,
woken to language, resurrecting ancient pairs of sacred charms.
Gorgeous, eternally young
Alluring she emerges
Rising from the foaming waves
In dazzling beauty.
The forged magical girdle
She wears ‘round her naked waist
Attracts with enticing charms
The power of love.
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Aphrodite of my eye
With hands of cotton I carve you
Wink of my eye I sculpt you
Crystallized in wonders I caress you
Morning star that smiles
Spirit of you over me wiles
Scents of you do not dry
You're the Aphrodite of my eye
Ice of beauty I mold you
Under the sun I cover you
Frozen image casts shadows of you
Shadows that captured my heart, my soul flies with you
Under the moonlight you are with me
Inside a glacial dome you hypnotize me
Your hands and feet that stiffen me
My heart you hold that freezes me
Your image I praise, splendid in grace
Your face I can't erase, your body of embrace
What more can I ask for?
It's only you I long for
Crystalline solid you'll stay as my Aphrodite
Forever in an ice palace you'll stay whole and strong...
Love of my sight!
APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder, where in time do such nights go?
Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,
you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night when Aphrodite let us see.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
forever and all time, as I will do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
God and goddess of love and beauty enlaced
with aster in a satin sky, two hearts clenched
forever as one in a lover's embrace
Souls enraptured, desires of flesh ne'er to quench
In a timeless tale, soul mates excavated
Love at first sight conceived from his birth, her seed
of passion was planted, babe cultivated
'til mature, his splendor became her heart's need
The Garden of Adonis shall forever bloom with his beauty
Near a flowing river, grows from bloodshed and nectar, red anemone
He is fated to share his eternal love with Aphrodite of the sky
Tempted from the heavens and underworld, their fervor shall not die
Adonis and Aphrodite
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Soul Partners Contest (Nette Onclaud)
* a rispetto ending in two couplets
Not even Tisiphone looming could invoke the fright this fury leaves etched across my spine
Olympus' indignation will not leave me in spiritual paralysis like She
(Shch, shch, shch) severing my Atlas, losing my mind--I can't carry these melancholy skies
Her voice, even in its brevity, balmbarded me with an inward rise of Dawn's rosey-red fingers
Now, Her silence--Her silence sings a delyreous epic of what I couldn't help, but destroy
--Without Her, I feel like Telemachus futiley fending off suitors alone
Promises to not fly too close to Helios: broken glass under a blind woman's feet
Like Perseus, I'll face whatever evil's Cracken; although, a life without Her, I'd rather be the Nemean Lion
Ebony Aphrodite, whose tone leers at me with a Medusa gaze
I wasn't Cronos; although, I was, in this gracious goddess' eyes, titanic
However, it now appears I've corroded our thread; easier for the Fates to cut
When Aphrodite looked from above,
She dispensed another wave of love
She sits aloft or so they say
And cast her wand over Kefalonia bay
A couple travelled to revive their love
He pleaded to the goddess above
My mind is willing my body weak
My thoughts on love a little bleak
My queen I love with all my heart
I want to give that special part
The trouble is on this year 53
Says she’d prefer a cup of tea
Please, Aphrodite cast your spell
On the queen of my heart, I love so well
Upon his knees, Aphrodite had seen
And booked them into room 13
Thirteen they said unlucky for some
But in room thirteen the deed was done
Their love renewed their hearts full they say
As they book again for Kefalonia bay
Memories made sweet we from them glean
As love they made in room thirteen
Mandy Tams
My DEAREST
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My Dearest Aphrodite...
I write of our honey moon...
your skin... soft... smooth as silk...
thoughts... blossomed... perfumed...
a rose in the hope of pollination...
my yearning heart beats...
harkens to your lilting voice...
I Hephaestus swooned at your whispers...
dusk arrived...
I am calmed by your smile...
it takes us into the twilight hours...
held between my cupped hands...
in hope that you might allow me...
to dry your tears of happiness...
my hands free your bejeweled face...
I lay you down... we embrace... kiss
in the silence... I listen... your sighing...
my heart throbs... waiting...
for your words...
allowing two to become one...
we searched for the rapturous hues of love...
my wife... the Goddess of love...
me... Hephaestus the God of fire
twas us both that lit the sky that morn...
My thanks my dearest...
Hephaestus... your ever loving master...
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Love letter II - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Viv Wigley
3/24/18
He
Makes my chest
Light up
Like
A lantern
He lives
through
my laughter
coursing through my veins
the return of my cheek's blushing colour
He has
unbelievable
healing powers
He is the combined essence of rain water and the mist rising off Niagara,
he is a like a thousand hugs from a mother, or a lifetime of lullabies from a violin orchastra
of heavenly archangels
He nurtures my
mind
better than food or water......
He is the reason that
my pen wanders...
He whispers and calls me his darling Laura,
He is my
serenity, peace and shelter
My muse
my
Ares and Aphrodite Statue
APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder where in time do such nights go?
Forbidden like a box that's sealed up tight,
or like the flame that Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,
you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain that part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night that Aphrodite made to be.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
forever and all time, as I shall do.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa