Best Coquette Poems

Woo the woman
Love the lady
Mellow the maiden
Manage the maid
Garnish the girl
Dazzle the damsel
Bar the bimbo
Latch the lass
Silence the siren
Moor the mermaid
Net the nymph
Madden the madam
Tame...

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The Fountain



Where have you been my love

Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies

Did they capture their...

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Operetta

Opaline arias glow in moonlight
Shimmers in the whip-poor-will’s reminisce,
Opalescent anthems silvery delight
On the still waters, moonbeams leave a kiss.

Iridescent serenade sonatas
Echo across sleek undulating swells
Choruses...

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“Her Ever Changing Moods, the Rapture Reprising”

Lavender seduces symmetry  
in her ever changing moods
slips into something more comfortable

a swollen tangerine sky 
moves its tongue...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
               ...

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yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were...

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"La forêt interdite"




In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the 
better part of my 
night and day
playing your 
naked mind 
o’er my heart
The Shrew 
a wilding to...

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Morning Glories dance with ease
trumpet flowers among weeds
twirling petals pirouette 
with a dainty, shy coquette. 

Swirling purples blend to white 
pistils are a bee’s delight...

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On soft unsteady feet, she toddles.
Glowing eyes and podgy fingers, she explores.
Innocence in endeavours, she wanders.
With little coquette behaviours, she seduces.

An urge in her search,...

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It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met

Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And...

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SA PROCHAINE DANSE
( the Dance)
In her laxation of memory,
force induced with alternate joints
from the white boy 
and the sheik's son she wished she didn't know,
she...

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(A Double Divine-form not include in your list) 

She digs into her pocket's hollow space
and snags a tissue, swipes her eyes.
Her fingers touch a bar,
a...

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Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my...

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A British designer of clothing and such
Is showing an outfit a bit out of touch
It’s all made of leather but that’s not my beef
It’s straight...

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Scorned coquette
perched so solemnly
upon your death stool,
claw deep the fresh flesh of victors
bearing armfuls of decaying flowers
stolen from your mother’s grave.

A diverse parade -
clairvoyants and...

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