Best Coyness Poems
If Gratitude were enough,
I’d fill the oceans with mine for having you
If laughter were enough,
I’d make you laugh till your last breath,
Just so I can hear that beautiful sound for eternity
If dancing was enough,
I’d waltz and foxtrot with you till your feet hurt
If tenderness was enough,
I’d then spend the rest of the day massaging those feet
Just so I can take the aching away
If life were enough,
I’d trade mine for yours in a heartbeat
Just so you can live to fulfil all your heart’s desires,
As all I want for you is your never-ending joy,
Your gentleness, coyness, kindness
And if love were enough,
I’d love you in and out of time,
As I love you from this day onwards,
I will love you beyond my final breath
I LOVE YOU…
Categories:
coyness, anniversary, engagement, inspirational love,
Form:
Free verse
This is a woman
Heartbroken, torn up from all sides
Yet willing to conquer
This is a girl
Trapped in a web, gasping
Spun fierce by her very two hands
This is a lady
Afraid to blossom, to bloom
Ravished by that which she lived
This is a vixen
Driven by fervid passion
Albeit moving in the wrong direction
She is the girl
Intrigued by that which she can not fathom
Mesmerized even as she's ever flailing
She is the woman
Fighting a battle already won
Pleading the truce full of impotence
There goes the vixen
A voyeur to her own existence
Craving the fulfillment of its glittering facade
Here comes the lady
In her world of coyness
Reaching into the depth of its greatness
Here she comes; in you, in me
Entwined in an ever growing circle
Connected by that which makes us who we are
Seeking out that niche, striving to unravel
And in the midst of the chaos, forever observing
I am the girl, the woman, the lady and the vixen
Categories:
coyness, social
Form:
Free verse
1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by her coyness
5#
God travels
With three suitcases
One for me
6#
I kissed
Her frostiness
And my lips turned icebergs
7#
The bed
Gets embarrassed
At our nakedness
8#
Her hands
Stopped me
To pick evenings
9#
We two rested
In a cave of Kundalini
Behind the waterfall
10#
The alien woman
Travelled six moons
To deliver her baby in a burial ground
11#
An eagle swoops
On a field –mouse
Tables of wedding
12#
The woman kissed me
I felt her hollow ribs
As if in a spring dream
13#
The woman’s hair
Struck by a gale
Made waterfalls
14#
My wife locked
Me one fine evening
In my neighbour’s hole
15#
The rats are away
When mice take in
My wife’s clammy face
16#
The summer rain
In exasperation
Took wings to raid the moon
17#
Lolo my wife
Her green sleek steps
Thundered an innocent fly
18#
In the dead of night
God made two wives
One for me one for my neighbour
19#
My neighbour’s wife
Delivered a child
When I was asleep
20#
The woman said goodbye
And I took a fish for dinner
I mistook it for my wife
21#
My wife is a canvas
Where I paint
My forebodings
22#
A painter’s apprentice
In sheer foolishness
daubed in red my wife’s rear-view
23#
A squirrel saw my wife
And in haste
Lost her guava
24#
I was caught in neighbour’s bedroom
By my wife last summer
I lost my glasses
25#
A wolf entered the graveyard
Unannounced
And annoyed my wife
26#
Sarah my wife
Lumbering
Dizzy commuters
27#
Sarah wed me
And in brief forgetfulness
Greeted my neighbour
28#
A tiger ate Sarah my wife
It happened by accident
The tiger knows
29#
Morning bell
Wake up call
I want to sleep
30#
Pola my pet fly
Fouled things up
She ate my wife’s breakfast
31#
My dog Pintu
Hydrophobia
I set him free on my wife’s posterior
32#
Eons ago a butterfly
Gave birth to my wife
Now, a caterpillar
33#
A hard slap
Stammering
Hurricane Sarah will win
34#
You have gathered enough winters
Woman sighs
Leave one for me
35#
The woman flapped her wings
To clouded mountaintops
Silky as white
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Categories:
coyness, god, grave, water, wedding,
Form:
Haiku
Craze comes out of barrel of joy,
Joy, what makes you behave coy,
Coyness, a thing that would get a toy
From the soul, hands of a smart lil' boy
That his head bobs in saving his mother,
Mother, the filial original not really similar
Similar? To the father, rasp voice that quiver
From the garden of marital rupture. It'ld linger
Over the elms of gut, ebbing with the tide
Of bliss ended. Never should beings all hide
The love, warmth of family. Filial code to side
A broken china, a shattered shuttle that'ld bide
Brittle bliss. Come in the evenings and laugh
At the debris of the drum, a rumble of cough
Upon anodyne ruble of ruin. Feed from trough
O! Love if you aren't life. Then live quickly, rough.
Categories:
coyness, depression, inspirational, life, lost
Form:
Didactic
Mekhela chador
I was too hurry and overwhelmed
To embrace the attire
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...
The days in kindergarten,
I cherish the attire, in her wardrobe enhanced and ironed
The dining hours,
I often queried her, to own the attire
And in festive tyrant,
She dressed herself in the silken weaving attire
The onset of puberty;
My body and soul celebrated draping of the attire
From my breast to my waist to my ankle
For the first time, I engulfed the feeling of being a woman (and beautiful)
All coyness and tenderness are ornate as my fragrance
The attire was made of silk in creamy white and cherry thread
Like droplets of cherry-red blood unfurling the snowy linen
And the ears heard joyously whispering me
"mur maa rr mekhela chador" ( - "my mater's Indigenous Traditional Assamese Dress")...
Categories:
coyness, 12th grade, age, beautiful,
Form:
Epic
My muse is veiled by clouds of mystery
She steals my thoughts and dreams both night and day
Allured yet vexed with curiosity
Frustrated by the wicked game she plays
My words are music, she begins to dance
With coyness, wiggles out of inquiries
Seducing me to take another chance
To once again explore her boundaries
But she has shown the beauty of her heart
And I have felt the pureness of her words
So heavenly, just like an angel's harp
I'll solve the mystery surrounding her
I think of all the wonders I've been shown
Such beauty lends itself to none I've known
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Categories:
coyness, muse, mystery,
Form:
Sonnet
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
Categories:
coyness, love,
Form:
Sonnet
Will you come to the great tamarind’s shade
When the noon sun sends cupid with its rays
To play hide and seek with every grass blade
I watch the path with a relentless gaze
Come my love for the world is in a daze
Wear not your anklets as you come my dear
Walk in discreet silence come have no fear
Will you come to the quick footed river
When the full moon lamp is vividly lit
yet in the clouds it seems to disappear
my feet in stream, I shall silently sit
holding a long bamboo flute to my lips
wear not jhumkas tonight, they interfere
with the tune I play only for your ears
Will you come to that broken bullock cart
when dusk lowers its veil down to the field
we shall then talk of matters of the heart
and bite gently into sugar cane's yield
till our lips meet in love and softly sealed
Wear not your coyness leave it far behind
A heart full of love you will surely find.
*jhumkas are long bell shaped earrings often worn by women in the Indian countryside.
Afroze
For 'Romanticism in rime Royal'
Categories:
coyness, longing, love,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
"Orgasmic Oceans Outlive"
Open skies, where early morning sun wakes...
Rippling small waves hook the shore,
Gladly playing with sun, pebbles and sand
Along this world orgasmic senses breathe
Sending each guest higher and higher
Making this wonderment like no other
Innate flight up, up and higher still
Canto in C, wild and passionate
Only sun and moon know where to be
Capturing silhouettes of reflective light
Engaging all to be part of this world
Arched in this fluorescence whales sing their love
Near each other, nuzzling in wintry water
Slowly engaging, with carnal coyness
Onwardly waltzing upon diamond rocks
Ultimately embracing all that is rapture
Taking hold of love light and glory
Living within this open dream existence
I wish never to awake or leave
Vessels in the distance swim between dolphins,
Each will carry us to dreamlike destinations
co written by
SkyWatcher and Darren White
05-07-17
note to Darren
Darren you have no idea what this entry means to me and the worth of working together with you and sharing words. And yes sharing words of the ocean. How grand is that. Very. It was an honor and privilege.
Thank you Darren. Excuse me. Thank you Penguin.
Categories:
coyness, beauty, celebration, engagement, ocean,
Form:
Acrostic
after To My Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
Had we but World enough and Time
Your mating call, sir, were no crime.
If lifetimes were more than a few
I’d spend an Age for each of you.
First with a Parisian lover
For a century I’d hover.
Then hot Latino macho boy
Will fill a few decades with joy.
Then I meander solo East
On diverse cultures I would feast.
When great adventures I’m done with
I’d meditate on what Life is.
For, Mister, I deserve such state
Not would I love at lower rate.
Then comes the quest for the best part -
To whom I shall invest my heart.
But, sir, you’re right, there is no time
To waste on matters less sublime.
I’d rather spend all years I have
On vast eternity of Love.
Your mortal fears I’d gladly spurn,
The grave would be my last concern.
About my pores with instant Fires?!
They’ll last a lifetime to transpire.
Into my coyness do not delve
Handle your ardour, sir, yourself!
Categories:
coyness, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
"To love is nothing. To be loved is something.
But to love and be loved, that’s everything."
When you are in warm handshake with love
All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove
You never cease soaring in aptitude to dissolute
Your thirst to drink more from love’s well is absolute
By devotion of countless emotions
The extent you hope to sail is beyond oceans
Nothing seems impossible
And by counts, every dream achievable
My story to tell is like most few ever told
It began on one late night, a walk alone in the cold
From afar beneath the cloak of total darkness
From henceforth arose my redemption from coyness
A portrait work of God’s intellect and perfection
Her appearance flaunts in blissful ignition
Nature’s gift hardly to reject
And by acceptance, patiently unwrap and inspect
Elizabeth by name, in her prime of life
Swore I to champion her test, master in all strife
Failing is an option potion to auction for glory
In such stature of her nature, I offer my best act honorary
Seasons washed ashore, the bonding mightier
The relationship happier and healthier
My queen no longer was one but two
By an act profound, her being two only takes two
A charming prince forth joins the family
Merrily and happily, the family chants joy so lively
Having my queen trust and love
Seeing my prince smile out of love
My greatest joy definable by no records
Descriptive by means of no words
Categories:
coyness, appreciation, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Free verse
How kinda farewell
is this, what kinda
goodbye
your eyes saying
stay, your lips
saying go
your look key, your
eyes lock
your hands say open,
your lips say go
Seperation is river
with no turn back
Loneliness is a
ruined deserted city
who knows how many
love turned to ash
like that
your tears say stay,
your lips go
If i go, wont turn
back
If i stay, will be
beaten to my heart
I couldnt understand
you, will go mad
your eyes say stay,
your lips say go
our pictures are
taken over walls?
our names become
strangers?
how about our crazy
nights?
memories say stay,
your lips say go
this novel, too,
maybe ends soon
what loves ruined
from pride and
coyness
Again melodies cry
from the Hejaz
Songs say stay, your
lips say go
Categories:
coyness, sad love,
Form:
ABC
A forbidden love it was from long ago
Many years passed it's still whispering
It won't stop until it winds round again, smiling and shining
It will wind around dangerously entangling two lives separate
Her heart skips a beat, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing
It hasn’t done this since years long gone past
What is this!?!
She suddenly can’t stop the fluttering
She smiles, remembering innocent tender embraces
His plump rosy childish lips go on springing
Hers were red in coyness, yet kissing, kissing, kissing
So similar they were bound by the laws of the universe
To meet again, with their love of full feelings, soaring and soaring
No amount of time or distance could keep them apart
Secret lovers meet again, both hearts beat throbbing, throbbing
Unbearably passionate that no one but they alone will ever understand
And she keeps waiting, waiting, waiting
Because she knows the power of this and the inevitable
She waits with a hidden smile of joy in her heart
Waiting for his words that will cover her body
They only need a quick glance, to know that yes!
This does exist!
A forbidden love that can only be allowed to entwine once in a pink moon.
To spare the heartbreak it would cost to others
And knowing that only this way would it ever feel like this any way,
To meet more than once in a pink moon would destroy the pureness of this thing
To remain hidden, known only to the two of them
But this passion makes them to better love
The one who awaits at home
The rock at home that each needs to hang on to
Because to let their wild hearts go recklessly would break them forever
Break the rocks and these star-crossed lovers
Only once when a pink moon comes about
And the universe is forced to unite two hearts again
Again and again in their strange entangled lives.
Categories:
coyness, love,
Form:
Blank verse
Telling "White Lies"
My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter maternal grandfather (Moishe
Kuritsky), a tailor he lacked drive
to support his family two parents +
remainder offspring, he helped sire
lacked positive role models, none the
less gumption taught her to strive
at tender age livid with rage to escape
caricature living poor, thus sought
employment when/wherever sheik hood
if necessary fibbed to survive
plus rash of healthy nurturing, and
absolute zero constraints, perhaps five
or thereabout years old attested
much later, suspected her papa did jive
with unspeakable improper behavior
(nobody dare discuss taboo issues),
yet intuition awoke within immoral
conclusion Harriet Kuritsky did arrive,
and perhaps resorted to stretching
the truth (fibbing a "white lie") the only
recourse available plied sweet innocence
knowing little or nothing about birds
feathering their nest, nor little about
buzzfeeding activity in beehive
naivete flirtatious coyness advantage worked,
I bet young thang did connive
and probably never did contemplate,
deliberate, generate and wrongdoing,
where mother of necessity spurred
angelic demureness strategy to contrive
securing bare necessities, hence fast
forward, when unsolicited advice given
to this sole son, or either sibling, (an older
& younger sister) tactics upbringing did deprive
ma mum of positive role models, hence
only blueprint to acquire essential needs
serendipitous series of unfortunate events
before Lemony Snicket did derive
school of hard knocks, (I do believe
formerly called Abraham Lincoln High)
rather than impugn, judge, revile, et cetera
kernels/nuggets of wisdom memory did revive
within my mind for rhyme, nor reason
blunt honesty, not always best policy
despite ten commandments
to husbands with many a wive.
Categories:
coyness, abuse, age, america, child
Form:
Ballad
LET ME BE EVE
AN IMAGINATION OF ANOTHER LIFE
Oh let me be Eve,
And make me forever live
In this heavenly place of a crib.
And let me be taken from Adam's rib
On this day when he embraces sleep,
And also my eyes keep
From the starry face of the evening,
Ceasing my infantic ears from listening
To the unending flow of the Euphratic stream.
And please let it all be a dream,
That Adam acting with chariness,
Toppling my own attitude of coyness,
Decides to go and mingle with Shark,
And I to Cedar to tend her bark.
And while I admire her establishment,
Serpent arrives, brimful of blandishment,
And in his most dictumic way,
Makes me to the tree stray.
And not halting at my tabooed satisfaction,
Offers Adam some to relieve his trepidation.
And while checking out our sanity with doubt,
Wondering why we have it all brazen out,
Arrives God suddenly like a cataclysm.
And we at this moment aware of our chasm,
Flee to Fig with furtive,
Feeling for the first time like fugitive,
And not even Adam's casuistry,
Returns us to being God's emissary.
Oh let it be a dream still,
That Adam and I leave with nil
The treasure trove that had been home,
And not even the Millennium Dome,
Could have been to us a better haven,
Like Eden that feels like heaven.
Let it be that I'm turning on my side,
That the one I call my child,
Takes out his anger on his brother,
And his children kill one another.
That my daughters die at child birth,
And my generation create their death,
All for this dude that I never knew
While I lived, but now becomes new
As each cursed day passes by-
My children only living to die
For Money, brow beating one another,
Not even leaving out their brother.
And at the end, they all hasten
To do nothing, but me chasten.
Now let Adam surprised at my sight,
Wake me from this slumbering fright,
And this time casting my coyness aside,
Ask him to always be by my side.
And if Serpent decides on my way to come,
We will step on his crooked head with aplomb.
Categories:
coyness, absence
Form:
Lyric