Best Casanova Poems
Some women bring happiness wherever they go forth
Others bring happiness, whenever they go. I do both
All the times husbands like to see me come
Wives prefer to see me go. That’s my outcome.
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Fifth place winner
Contest: Giggle poetry contest # 2 in Honor of John Freeman
He's a WORD Casanova
He butters them up
Gives sips from his cup
words syrupy sweet
a tasty love treat
makes the girls swoon
to his sensual croon
The Word Casanova
His words are his charm
they dismantle alarm
“sugar and spice”
and they gush..."OH…SO... NICE!"
Demanding submission
to his domination
He metes out a rule
and watches them drool
The Word Casanova
The thing that's obscene
In his plan, in his scheme
He plays and he preys
as his trap there he lays
he wants every one
each heart must be won
Not content to befriend
Wants much more in the end...
The Word Casanova
So he hurts and he maims
And they writhe as he blames...
Ladies….LADIES!!
It's just a game...a GAME
What a shame!
The Word Casanova
This is a poem I wrote some time ago but deleted when I was considering leaving this place. I'm slowly reposting my deleted poems. I'm fully aware that a woman can play this role as well....a Casanovette! It is not gender specific
There was a guy named Casanova Boone
That Sarah met sometime in early June
Women would just swarm
She fell for the charm
Got hitched splitsville day two of honeymoon
Alexis Y.
06-13-2021
So you say someone broke your heart,
you fell in love right from the start,
you're alone - but don't fear,
I'll wipe that lonely tear...
for taking over is my art.
Poor, Poor Casanova
Once in a time,
in a place known as Umbria.
Spied dist I, oh grand lake!
Trasimeno ,Trasimeno
Twas said,” oh So many roman soldiers
were slain here in some long forgotten war.”
Unto the waters sleep their bones.
Now on pretty pretty hill
dwells not only serpents,
but wantonness eternal beauty.
She is; all that is woman.
Guarding the castle dwells too,
Mark Antony a cruel large red cat,
commanding four Roman soldiers’ parrots.
There’s graves scattered here about
of those uppity puppity knights,
who desired a little too much amore,
Oh how the great dark gates protect her.
On strange quiet nights listen to the wind
and hear silent, silent whispers
of fabulous Venus.
Amore, amore, amore mio.
Sssshhhh , sssshhhh!
Fools its Pompio and the rusty crusty parrots.
But I do sigh, for didst I
her very scent didst taste.
Grievous cursed am I now to follow Cleopatra everywhere.
Thou charming thing
magically turning me unto a Billy goat.
So mournfully falling about a place, Perugia.
For whilst I prance, dance, entrance ye,
Eve dwells on high.
With cruel Mark Antony aside mine heart.
Beware Casanova those mischievous servants,
in beautiful Gethsemane.
Who upon high ancient olive tree, watch ye.
Jealousy is mine only friend
could be mine pathetic end.
Spare me, mourn me,
poor, poor Casanova.
Her body was a wonderland for him to explore
Because he could and because she gave it all
He had tasted this before and now he finds it hard to stop
Life’s most exotic desire
he craves it like a malnourished child. she pops,
His ecstasy, she wanted love and they made it
In his car and in a sea of blankets, the sea parted
Like Jesus and the miracle
They never stopped exploring, learning, trying
Feb 14th they played harder , she offered him more than he asked
Fulfilled dreams and fantasies,
While She lay waiting in the promises and Her unknown pain
The pain was unknown to Her yet She knew
But She held on to the faith, in the belief
That this was something special
For Her and for Him
But She waited at the corner of His house, in the cold
The wind cutting Her, deep slashes across Her eyes so that She wouldn’t see
For they had love to share, to embrace
Love that She felt for the first time, Her heart had weakened and wanted to be looked after
But it ended, Her pain continued, and like a cycle He returned
This time the promises felt real, the love felt true, and the bond was growing
But the night was misty and it stayed like that for very long time.
The black cloud followed Her everywhere but She was not aware
Not aware that the storm was going to fall and Her tempest would awaken.
That the curtains had not changed and the show still continued.
The sheets on which She held on to him stroking His hair, telling Him of Her love
he used it unlawfully and through the night
A sweaty tangle of sheets
she begged for more
And so one day Her and His Destructed. Her life was taken for granted
Her love was toyed with, Her trust destroyed and Her pain became known
Her inner pain She avoided, surfaced and took Her breath away
She doesn’t walk away but watches Him walk away from Her.
She will never know the full truth, the mist is not yet close to clearing up
But She continues on suffocating and burning
Waiting impatiently for the day She can breathe and let go.
God Save Her Soul. It Cries.
Charisma
Character like fizzy soda
Charismatic bubbly citrus cobra
Slither like a quicksilver persona
Persuasive chanter of poetic chatter
He has the aroma of one who is
A chiseled chest square chin
Chilling mister chinchilla Casanova
And quite the master enigma
Does a classical-band ever howl?
It has been said a classical-band’s odd.
Yet as the coarse strippers revolved
And the sallow evening faded,
A civilian said she heard the classical-band howl
When the lips of dawn had matured.
School Casanova Suspended
By Elton Camp
The school Don Juan had been warned before
And sternly charged not to do that anymore
For kiss planted on a girl’s hand
Was more than they could stand
But horrors, then the little sneak
Dared kiss the girl on her cheek
No matter that it was okay with her
To them, sexual harassment did occur
The school didn’t just fuss and scold
The fiend who was six years old
“We think suspension is just fine
To keep this vile Romeo in line.”
Real harassment is a bad act
But did this occur in fact?
Was common sense in short supply
When punishment they did apply?
In the shadows of dreams
I wear on my smile
Lust without longevity, soft screams
Veils of gentleman guile
A pair of dead eyes holds in place
A cold heart and two warm arms
Alive but absent in space
Of the deception of courting charms
But flirting with the naïve
Quickly enough, if not tragic…
An ambush she couldn’t believe
By romance and its alleged magic
The story comes to close
A candle amongst echoes.
She stole a precious piece from me today - my
incorrigible heart.
14.09.2020
Monoku
Completely your choice 9.
Fine boy
No wrinkles
No Pimples
No dimples
Only giggles
Empty wallet
With
Sleek sweet
Enticing words
Sleek dressing
The Face of
A Casanova
Casanova is worried the ladies complain
Prowess in question his language profane.
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I smiled
You frowned
I winked
You bound