Best Courting Poems

"Courting the Sublime Significance of Nothingness"



The blue lines ripple like waves
to the right side of the page
vacantly calm 

from the shallow depths 
of the ponderous pond
the words, fast black fins, break the wake surfacing

mute reviews slowly circle the fresh poet treading water
eyes watch below the...

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Though I have no wish to die now
for this moment I feel much joy
ah death it courts me being coy

A time may come I know not how
yes endings have a fatal lure
and death like life can be demure

when sorrow rings my ashen brow 
and springtime's...

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Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…

Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes beckoned, step out to be near such charms…
Yens still, as...

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Oh graceless, Old Age,

Your unattractive face the many despise 

But your company they desperately seek 


For 


How else, could the magic of life enjoy 

If they were not among those you pick? 





© Demetrios Trifiatis
    10 January 2016...

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Loralei’s green eyes flickered in the dark,
Noticed by males, especially Clark.

She captivated him in every way.
He reminisced about her most of the day.

Truth told, she was totally unaware.
Of his bold prowess, and that he did care.

He came courting and met her stout brothers.
Her grandma and...

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A man went a-wooing a lassie
ill at ease with a great biggie
his face all blushing
and him stuttering
she thought him to be quite wacky...

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Courting Jesters


All rise court is now in session.
Tell us the lies you still believe
recite for us your sad confession
the ghosts of honesty deceive.

Tell us the lies you still believe
bow before this inquisition
the ghosts of honesty deceive
show no hint of indecision

Bow before this inquisition
release the hounds...

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COURTING THE MOON



Once
Upon a time,
The blazing sun 
Courted
The full-faced 
Moon,
Caressing her pale 
Face
With his ravenous 
Beams,
Next he flashed,
Hastily she blushed, 
But then she 
Gave in

Embraced thus 
Remained
All night long and
SOON
The sky was filled
With 
Billions flickering 
Children 
That 
All mother had 
The shy, pale MOON!



© Demetrios...

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Beckoning forward, then muting purpose with placid expression;
Courting favor, but scorning gratuity with nobler accession.
Reconnoitering all, yet countenancing none in stolid derision;
Regaling commoners, but transcending all menial patronization.

Subtle smile endears, but spurns all gratification;
Distant stare, onerous repression or dark depression?
All encompassing view, mistrusting miser or...

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A message sent, an icon lights the screen,
Her heart skips with a hope—what will he say?
No flowers now, just words in lines between,
A digital courtship, love found this way.

She reads his thoughts, like whispers through the night,
A photo shared, a smile across the miles,
Though screens...

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when I close me eyes

     a sparkle and surprise

     doth shimmer down

     all the way

                  ...

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Grouse Courting

I watch the Grouse do their dance,
As each feather is enhanced,
Vane or down, they’re preened and cleaned.
Keeping them healthy and streamed.

At the tail’s base, an oil gland,
That makes the feathers dry and grand.
From barb to rachis, they’re beak nibbled;
For the courtship ritual....

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Vivaldi’s Violin

 The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps 
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft 
in the surrounding sunset not trusting eyes only ears.

I sit up and listen indeed stretch all hearing as music 
surely music more than the wind’s whistling...

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Love Letter
Courting a Black Widow Spider

I do admire your knitting skills
The sight of your cobweb fills me with thrills

Your hourglass figure glowing red
has never gripped my heart with dread

The sight of you  a passion rare instills
So I could never believe, as I view fresh...

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Limericks VIII plus one Lead-In Poem



Updated Advice to Amorous Bachelors
by Michael R. Burch

At six-thirty,
feeling flirty,
I put on the hurdy-gurdy ...

But Ms. Purdy,
all alert-y,
kicked me where I’m sore and hurty.

The moral of my story?
To avoid a fate as gory,
flirt with gals a bit more whore-y!



Mating Calls
by...

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