Best Courtships Poems
Death be not proud but humble with strife
Old man flicks ashes, has one last choke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
Many passed before him, cut off like a knife
They fester in his memory with this his final smoke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
In youth there were ladies, his courtships were rife
But never a vow, no promises he spoke
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
He lived wild and free, never seeking a wife
Much wealth he acquired, never to be broke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
He failed to see beyond the edge of gold’s knife
Shared nothing, loved no one, found no comforting cloak
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
Tonight he wishes that he should have changed his life
He snuffs his candle, knows he’ll not feel heaven’s stroke
Death be not proud but humble with strife
‘Tis nothing to fear, just the nature of life
Categories:
courtships, death, nature,
Form:
Villanelle
Chorus of ecstatic themes, lyrical refrain of dreams, life is a song,
Of valued relationships, earnest friendships, that long to belong,
Of courtships, love, and passion; igniting romantic flame of heart,
Of memories nostalgic, sensuous mellifluous melodies impart.
A passage on rough seas, vying abode upon shores of morrow,
Through storms of yesteryears, defying hurricanes of sorrow,
Traversing to joy of springs, rising from decay of wintry woes,
Aspiring to future of sunny days, exiting past of gloomy shadows.
An odyssey ethereal, harmonizing life’s verses, in stanzas of time,
A symphony melodious, extolling serenity of journey sublime;
In ballroom of glamor, life is an exotic ballet~ an enthralling dance,
Grooving doting realms of love, sponsoring concert of romance.
Sonorous is resonance of life, serenading bequest of benevolence,
Reverberating in goodwill vibes, defying grimace of malevolence,
Tranquil in hymns lauding reverence, heartbeats cadent compose,
Humming chords of empathy, teachings compassionate chose.
Celebrating life; applause and laughter abound, in gleeful sound,
When emanating from hearts and minds, tolls of felicity resound,
When treasured albums of love and joy~ prompt us to sing-along
Proclaiming in rhapsodic beats, rising to crescendo: life is a song.
Categories:
courtships, life, meaningful,
Form:
Rhyme
No one knows...The pain I've suffered and gone throught.
If you can't relate, maybe you can see my pint of view.
No one knows...That I was a child severely confused.
I was physically and sexually abused.
I went through yesterday what you see today on the news.
I still feel the bruise....
No one knows...That depression affected me to the core.
My emotions within me causing war.
The paranoia would be hard to ignore.
I would listen for footsteps creak outside my bedroom door....
No one knows...The extent of my distrust.
My heart did as it must and it was hard to adjust.
No one knows...That during the night I would cry myself to sleep.
The physical scars were more than skin deep.
No one knows...Those personal demons affected my courtships,
And my fear of abandonment would destroy my relationships.
No one knows...I overcame these obsticles alone.
Slowly this organ has healed beneath my breastbone.
No one knows...I long for that love and security.
I'm praying for that strong woman to come along and comfort me....
Categories:
courtships, childhood, confusion, depression, sadme,
Form:
Rhyme
When gazing 'cross love's glistening expanse,
The magic of those June thru August moons ...
Was bound to weave the warmest of romance -
Its beams, the dreamy silk of summer swoons.
Those sizzling weeks were somehow rarefied,
With breath that stirred a longing deep within,
And carried angels, blessed, but just this side
Of being much too chaste and sweet for sin.
Oh brief, the winsome balm of summer days,
Yet briefer are the courtships that they bind -
Those magic spring-tide sparks, so set ablaze,
Burn hot-but-faster, in the hearts they find.
Tho' all those summer flings will find us old,
The embers warm us ... as our days grow cold.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Summer Love Sonnet" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "May 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Memories Of May" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Sponsor.
Categories:
courtships, lost love, love, romance,
Form:
Sonnet
Yearning- the bosom gemstone’s ever-grasp
Without, on wavy roads of sea-asp’s Mesmerizing sky-eyed without fear Billowing locks of Freyja's tears, rapture’s reverie my battle cry An overflowing Bragi's cup does supply
Though the thing will seek its reckoning I will not go, though Valhalla is beckoning for above all, I savor your fiery fervor
You have made me, your love-warrior Note- Love poetry was against the law. The prohibitions against love poetry help to explain why courtships were little practiced in the Viking period. While the goddess Freyja was the patroness of mansongar, and delighted in love poetry, mortal women had to be more cautious. Love poems were viewed in law as a distinct slur upon a woman's reputation, suggesting that the poet had had a more intimate knowledge of his beloved than was considered seemly (Foote and Wilson, p. 112). The reputation of a woman reflected upon the honor of her family: if her honor was tarnished, so was that of her father, brothers, uncles, cousins and sons. Any dalliance with a woman's reputation was likely to bring down the wrath of her entire lineage upon the hapless suitor!
Categories:
courtships, culture, destiny, history, love,
Form:
Couplet
Love, love, the old fashioned way
With courtships that lasted more than a day
This new modern age of total free love
Has its appeal but missing the hugs
It's straight to the bedroom on the very first date
Never a thought of perhaps we should wait
Back in the day we wanted a virgin
To experience together the joys of flirting
The coy little love words that promised the moon
Wishing so badly it happens real soon
Anticipation built up in our throbbing veins
Imagining that moment when passion reigns
Now it's “pleased to meet you, let's go to bed!”
Oh for the days of mystery instead
Thinking of when your union's complete
That moment when both are swept off their feet
That moment sublime lasts forever and ever
To happen today, the chance would be never
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
courtships, love, memory,
Form:
Narrative
As stars reflect
the knowledge
of the sacred.
The boiling seas
of the Cosmos
churn acrid.
Upon the nurturance
of Venus', passionate
quivering calls
exclaimed.
The essence of
God's wrath
lovingly made tame.
As the chariots
of love, upon the
courtships of epic
virtue, possess.
Our goddess sisters,
import the specialty
of rule, for which
the governs
obsess.
As Boreas' trumpet
sounds ecstatic
bliss.
The Rosicrucian
passion bells
hither, a faint to
a swaying and
hiss.
As the murmuring
embers of the
divine left
receded.
Hour of humanities
no time of present,
so subtley,
defeated.
As upon death,
a mummy spreads
its rein.
The resurrection
of the Sons of Man,
all for not,
in vain.
The seduction of
fertility and the
mysteries left to
relish.
All made bitter
upon showers
of mourn,
to embellish.
When upon
the merry company
of our divine,
Saints, roused
along Lethe.
A brother to
you, oh dainty
beholder of truth,
as yours in
Seth.
The disillusionment
of our fathers
petty, immortal
opportunity
made solemn.
The wisest of
men, why,
amongst the
true, made golem.
Take precedence,
then and now,
where'st upon
your throne
of pride.
As the winds
of wrath swarnly
blown, our savior
side to side.
In due notion
a precedence
of time,
without respect.
A fulfillment
of God's love,
our souls to
resurrect.
As Dragons
drew the chariot
of night,
and profound
duration.
A cowards sword
in hand, his
skewer's elation.
As stars reflect
the knowledge
of the sacred.
Humanities, why. . .
derision for dole,
left shaken.
As prophets
emit, as seen
thus. . . .
When stars do
let fall
the Sun,
pray thee,
a heavenly Venus.
Categories:
courtships, death, devotion, faith, philosophy,
Form:
Epic
As fair maidens begin to swoon
courtships light love's passionate fuse
And love becomes a flower in bloom
Hearts become more enthused
While lovers kiss under starry skies
courtships light love's passionate fuse
Scent of jasmine starts to rise
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights
While lovers kiss under starry skies
Their passions become pure delight
As hearts entwine with sweet desire
Like sweet perfume on moonlit nights
Burning passions set the velvet sky on fire
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
As hearts entwine with sweet desire
Spring brings love's pleasant vibrations
As fair maidens begin to swoon
Lovers are absorbed with new sensations
And love becomes a flower in bloom
2- 23- 2013
Categories:
courtships, adventure, sweet, light, flower,
Form:
Terzanelle
the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the doors
freedom thru defenestration
how was i supposed to read and write
i would bang on the wall
hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember
mans sana in copre sano
this is heaven here on earth
try Occam's razor for god's sake
there would be a knock on the door
Quasi had returned my Beethoven's fifth
earphones, boom box
i loved his courtships
he used to walk, talk
and breathe his next conquest
the ones he could convince
to leave the profession
gifts in tow, he would stop by, well
you're irresistible Quasi
she hasn't a chance
need money, a few lines in Spanish
anything for a fellow kamikaze
it was worth the silence
i could hear him above my own roar
my only wish was to teach him
pick on the tourists, they leave
upon his victorious return, the inevitable
he would pull the bed back
far enough from the wall
to get the banging effect he needed
gave her hell didn't i, he would say
and the inevitable always brought the war
month, sometimes more, and they would
have found a new patron of the bottle art
but new jersey took one seriously
doing his life in Mexico
what is it like to love a woman to death
i don't care to know
what a horrible thought
it is much easier waving goodbye to buses
no jail time, no funeral expenses
Playa Hermosa 92 The Patient Stones
Categories:
courtships, addiction, death, fate, loss,
Form:
Free verse
BROKEN IVORY, THE BEATEN ELEPHANT
Gracia El Mundo
Of our breaths revival
That got stuck in strange jaws this while
Now it's a song, broken ivory, beaten elephant
Yesterday He was an Elephant- King
Giant legs to stand on
Big ears for all secrets
Big trunk to reach for food
I am a country on a verge
The walls of my edge near collapse
The wefts of my cloth easing
The warps of it's thread easing
A fabric of colour waning
A rag in wait of the remnants
That's a frailing nation
Coveted by hungry mouths
In marry from quenched courtships
France at it once again
Playing the fiddle
Dancing the Belle Mon' Ami
What a country
Whats it's people
Innocent to their fate
One been greedy for the thirst
One been bathed in the light
So been played like African dolls.
Categories:
courtships, political
Form:
Blank verse
Poplar Cottonwood haiku-
songbirds nest courtships
mice, rabbits, deer eat bark leaves
mighty Cottonwood
broad triangular
cotton-like seeds grows 139 foot tree
are those leaves 6 inches
poplar Cottonwood
tallest trees in Nebraska
great plains Cottonwood
4/29/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
From anthology “Sound Track For My Life” 2018©
Categories:
courtships, animal, appreciation, bird, community,
Form:
Haibun
Words and knives remain of two accords;
Cuts and bruises poison our skins
As the sulphur in our words corrode our hearts;
Staples and stitches hold our parched hearts.
Every leaf browns at the feet of its mother
As every raging wave dies at the shore.
Laternless, a jading flame sits in my heart that never dies
Snow will fall white, birds will migrating south
Blood will run red, but this flame will burn blue.
Music and its blues speak to the soul
But love and its fingers touch the soul;
And the wands in my fingers change what they touch to gold.
When I fill the mellow of your palm with a bouquet
I know that stars are fireflies, millipedes are trains and ladies are butterflies.
For every endeavour rises its dust, every joy brings its tears,
Friendships are two-way streets
Courtships are metros of less travel
Matrimonies are roads of no ends
And us are beginnings of no end
Categories:
courtships, crazy, hilarious, journey, old,
Form:
Free verse
Do you remember that time when just loving each other was the right fit:
Respect, honesty and mutual agreement made the relationship fully legit.
Now-a-days, relationships are of different types and ways of getting knit;
Monogamy died, producing Open, Complicated, and Friends with benefit.
Desires yearning more for sex, fun, and frolic – not mindful of commitment;
Relationships no longer based on mutual love, but on making a public statement.
Why have proper morals, values and principles of proper courtship depleted?
Is it because respect, honesty and love; selfishness has completely defeated?
Food for thought, a delicate matter on which to ponder; analytically wonder;
Since when was a person’s heart something to be uncaringly cast asunder?
We must! We must return to mutual respect, honesty and love in relationships;
It is still mutually beneficial before marriage to have friendships, then courtships.
It is still awesome to get to know, understand and appreciate your partner;
To be aware of tendencies and find grounds of compromise; in every matter.
It’s still important to be satisfied by your partner, and the ‘issue’ is not about sex;
To hold your peace and tactfully find amicable solutions, even when one is vex.
It’s still thoughtful to know the morals and value on which your partner stands;
Their dreams, and desires and on which part of your life they will make demands.
Simple tit-bits that many courting couples have regrettably taken for granted;
Their relevance is crucial to good relationships, and should not be discounted.
So listen to me, ladies and gentlemen this advice is truthful and fully sound;
Akin to a productively fruitful tree securely planted, in nutritious ground.
End
By: Dion Penville
Categories:
courtships, lost love, love, love
Form:
Rhyme
We have been cheated
of watching the mist on the mountains
of the every day joys
living by waterfalls and mountain fountains
of nature in all of her
majesty in daily display
Civilization has broken
a pristine earth in play
to live in the system
built of tar and cement
the struggle for its money
upon things it is spent
My joy is where lakes
and their water lilies bloom
where the prickly cactus grows
and changing seasons in each room
when the clouds are blown
like feathers about in the wind
where our considerations think
left to men it will end
Will you miss the blue parrot
neon yellow chickadee
gone the toad golden
likely too soon will the bee
the dance of courtships
where flocks move to mate
as the corporations poisons
their death is its fate
So many dead zones
now exist in our seas
left to those who now govern
the worlds bounties now seize
If you expose them
you could disappear
passed executive orders
now make this law clear
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
courtships, animals, caregiving, death, devotion,
Form:
Free verse
What's Love
Love is an ever wanting feeling of infatuation;
Its sole purpose is desire's attraction.
The affection it master's is its romance;
For through times affair it gives one chance.
Even though love is a flirtatious desire;
Bringing one happiness through passions fire.
Yet from a gentle touch to a soft smile;
Holding that power to overcomes you for awhile.
Still love can bring a memory in times need;
For with courtships treasure and desire's need.
And with that and its captivating charm is most erotic;
Yet for the affection one tenderly is bewitching an angelic.
Categories:
courtships, appreciation, cute love,
Form:
Prose