Best Delilah Poems
Yesterday with its yearnings and sorrow
With shadows and sunbeams at length;
Have gone where the fears of tomorrow
Took a man whose conceit was his strength.
His transient raptures brought shame
From the temptress that ravished his soul;
Taking strength and tarnished his name
From the power he had that she stole.
Sleep on in the arms that still hold you
Let your eyes not shed all their tears;
For the hand that caressed has now sold you
To the sad treachery of defiant shears.
The Philistine put out his eyes
He was bound in fetters and chains;
The darkness that brought him captivity
Took the blood that flowed in his veins.
For the ransom of a corrupt Aphrodite
When strength was extinguished by desire;
The pillars are destroyed by the mighty
While his glory has perished in fire.
Categories:
delilah, passion, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Delilah: Samson! Why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
The hypnotism of my succulent breasts, and the soothing soft feel of
my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You really do have the strength of a God, but even a God is subject to
the mind blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me by submitting
to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated wedlock which you very
much desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your honey gate. How could I
ever resist thee Delilah? Certainly at your behest, I bequeath my awesome and
divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands, and see that
there never was nor can ever be, a warm resting place for your wearied head like
these lovely hands of mine designed like a pillow fit for a Prince.
Categories:
delilah, bible,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Delilah, the young woman with the yellow locks
Light skin, brown eyes, vengeance in her walk.
On the run from a past filled with gloom
Can’t escape her curse; suffering and doom
The darkness calls her name as she runs from the devil
Monsters of the night out to terrorize and revel
Blood left in her path but not by her own doing
For the gift of immortality, death is ensuing
Oh wow what she’d give to not have to run
Every life and every soul, another mistake
Her soul she would give to see the demons be gone
But her curse is eternal, no way to break
Delilah, the beauty with a heart of stone
The queen of the dance, lonely hearts as her throne
Intoxicating kiss, she brings men to their knees
A hundred years of running, yet she can’t drown out their pleas
To be in her bed is both a blessing and a curse
One night in bliss; and the next night in a hearse
But the curse is not so absolute, there’s more to it than death
The trail of blood goes deep before the final breath
Oh wow what she’d give to not have to run
Every life and every soul, another mistake
Her soul she would give to see the monsters be gone
But her curse is eternal, no way to break
All she wanted was to be loved; she didn’t know what it would cost
All she wanted was him; but in the end he was lost
Lies and deceit, adultery and sin; the price the heart pays for a fading moment
A hundred years later, there’s nothing within. An eternity of torment, cursed to repent
Oh wow what she’d give to not have to run
Every life and every soul, another mistake
Her soul she would give to see the evil all done
But her curse is eternal, no way to break
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Categories:
delilah, adventure, dark, death, fantasy,
Form:
Ballad
Dearest,
There would be no nightfalls
thereunto your eyes but partly goosebumps
nor would be nightscapes along your brows
even an inch above their shorelines
where darkness heaves
no. When shadows dance in tip-toed pirouette to the tune of your hairfall
whose breaths breathe nothing but the fumes from your sigh.
You are but a psalm
the Tibetan monks hymn and a mantis prays with a vengeance
for three full moons bedecked with diphthongs and rhymes
only to show beyond doubt
that every squint of the lids of your eyes
is proof of all the gods' existence.
There are no sundowns
thereunder your limbs but scarcely woundscars
nor dimlights throughout the length of your nape
all the more onto its coastline
where thoughts
bloom. When crickets perch and croon
whose hymn chants heretofore each syllable of your name.
My breathe rests each time your eyes meet mine, my love,
for nothing falls thereto except my heart.
Tears herewith,
Samson
Author's note: Finalist September Poetrysoup International Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Poetrysoup
Categories:
delilah, devotion, mother
Form:
Free verse
A, b, c, d is where, I stop
For, "Delilah", a mistress in the ,"(Bible)"
A Hebrew word meaning , "(delicate)"
A seductive name
A treacherous woman
Some find her, delightful
Some look at her, dirty
Some seem to say
She's, delicious
I find her to be, demanding
Sometimes harsh
She, can even be pleasing
Magnificent, to have around
Dreamy, just like a mermaid
Very temptress, her scent so seductive
As, she inquires so much
Oh, yes
Delilah, a name so unclean
In so many eyes
All the way into
Hebrew times
But, yet
So, delightful, delicious and dreamy
To have around
After so many
Many years
Categories:
delilah, history, passion, uplifting,
Form:
ABC
Oh Delilah, i wonder what happened to you
But i know what you did..
You naughty girl
Oh Samson, so strong and handsome
So famous and feared
From a prostitute to a woman in the valley of Sorek
Am so sure you could have easily found a Godly woman to continue your name
But maybe you had little Samsons elsewhere
Everywhere, unknowns or secrets
Who knows
You never know
Oh Delilah so alluring
So determined
So money hungry
Materialistic woman playing her cards right
A beauty to Samson's eyes
A curse to Samson's powers
Samson, a story of God's strength
Samson, a story of God's forgiveness
For God hears our prayers no matter the weight of our sins
We just have to repent and ask
Categories:
delilah, bible, god,
Form:
Free verse
I remember that valley, Samson.
I warned you then—I don’t like cocky-boys,
so you worked in that right amount of modesty.
And those sturdy looks could conquer hearts
and Philistines; if they wanted to, when,
they wanted to.
You remember that valley, Samson?
When you listened
to whatever I had to say.
We went out for dinner or drinks.
Samson and Delilah…
We ruled on every corner like Kings.
Forever! Inked on our arms
instead of rings.
I never asked you to promise me
the things men do when all they want is
taking advantage of you.
Why is God always on the side of men
like you? And I loved this hair, Samson,
good thing it’ll grow back.
Character: Delilah
Samson and Delilah (1949 film)
The screenplay, written by Jesse L. Lasky, Jr. and Fredric M. Frank
Poem by Mike Butler
Categories:
delilah, angst, betrayal, boyfriend,
Form:
Free verse
Delilah is a temptress with the magic of allure,
but special potions or devices aren’t required by her.
Women notice (enviously) her flawless skin so fair
and the unusual style of her lustrous long sleek hair.
She walks into a restaurant, a club, or any place. . . .
Silence falls as everybody’s gaze rests on her face.
The eyes of men are quickly drawn to a rosebud mouth
before they ever let their lustful eyes start traveling south.
That perfect mouth is painted pink. She lays one fingertip
seductively upon her pouty luscious bottom lip.
She wears a look “come hither” with the freshness of a girl,
and violets adorn her silky chestnut locks that swirl.
But merely entering the room is all she needs to do
for everyone to notice her most beautiful tattoo.
A rosy blossom at her eye the people see begin
to bloom out toward her cheekbone, and then narrow toward her chin.
A mark of beauty like no other they have ever seen:
this flowery tattoo must be the symbol of a queen!
Delilah only looks upon a man; his heart will burn,
and then he will do anything, this woman’s love to earn.
But the poor unfortunate with whom Delilah leaves
will taste forbidden fruit, and afterwards, he grieves.
That’s because Delilah cannot be with just one man.
This was the condition of another’s vengeful plan.
Because she spurned a powerful ancient god above,
he ruled that she would come to earth to never taste true love.
To keep her beauty, she must feel a mortal man’s desire,
but having one man more than once extinguishes the fire.
Should she stay with just one man, the tattoo near her eye
will fade away and like that flower, withering, she’ll die.
So the temptress - never staying in one place - moves on.
A night of passion, then her victim wakes to find her gone.
Having spent one night with her, his joy stays in the past,
and she, that lovely goddess, is denied a love that lasts.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by the contest: "Tell Her Story"
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Categories:
delilah, fantasynight, love, night,
Form:
Couplet
As I was checking out the cats on view,
I saw just one who even seemed to care.
She put white paws up to the glass, this Blue
Calico with long, gray orange hair.
Although her nature mattered most to me,
I liked that she was small, with eyes of green.
And nestling in my arms, she proved to be
both gentle and uncommonly serene!
Inside our house, she didn't run or hide
like other cats that we'd brought home before.
She jumped onto the bed and lay beside
us both, then later found things to explore.
Delightful like her name was our new cat,
I couldn't have been happier for that!
For Ryan Jackson's "Animals on your mind... Poetry Contest"
Categories:
delilah, pets,
Form:
Sonnet
Action, action! What a commotion!
“What is the latest trend?
Is there going to be an end?”
Lady Dow is trying to deliver
Leaders running to assist her
Oh, it’s a Global Countdown
Yeah, it’s a Global Meltdown
Come on Doctor Bush, make her to push
“We need some stimulus
Package in some dollars”
Come on Doctor Ben Bernanke
Is it only cutting rates?
Stage III, now it’s just got to be!
I can see the hair
Oh it’s a wig so unfair!
“Its shoulder dystocia, or a flu from Asia!”
Naah, its simply financial inertia!
It’s getting serious, I am curious
It’s gotta be Cesarean
Who is gonna be the Surgeon?
Will Bush gift it to Barak
Will Hillary, McCain or Romney wake luck?
Huckabee, who will it be?
Oh pain, oh pain! Who is gonna bring the gain?
Categories:
delilah, funny, political, social, song-
Form:
Rhyme
Here I stand akimbo and agape
In a state of limbo
Watching a bimbo
The she-devil flimflammed me into flames
Now I speak my love language mambo-jumbo
Here I stand my eyes oozing the water of my pains
I called her angel
Oh! Juliet-Delilah
I judged a heart by a face
Harpy! Harpy! I am not happy
Today my heart is full of wishful-thinking
May a bloody blond or a brute brunette be far away from me!
I gamble my hopes on time
Someday somewhere a Houri may come my way.
Categories:
delilah, sad love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Delilah: Samson, why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
the hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the soothing and soft
feel of my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You truly do have the strength of a god, but even a god is subject
to the mind-blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me
by submitting to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated
wedlock which you earnestly desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your
honey gate. How could I ever resist thee Delilah? certainly at your
behest, I bequeath my awesome and divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands,
and see that there never was, nor can ever be, a warm resting place
for your wearied head like these lovely hands of mine designed like
a pillow fit for a Prince.
Categories:
delilah, bible,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear.
With influence silverish, drowning golden locks,
the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period
till dawn's yellow meets me at the next round.
I shake gold pillars in Dagon's stone temple
where uncut spectators are dying to taunt me
but what do I care for I know you await me,
At noon I burn for you,
at nightfall I sigh for you, O Delilah.
Categories:
delilah, analogy, longing, moon, sun,
Form:
Free verse
Damian watched her with a
Small smile spreading across
His face. She stood on the bed
in front of Him. Complex crucible
Calculations collected volcanic
Explosive combustions.
That was all There was.
They had one Another in
Succulent successive
Orgasmic stimulation
The only word
That crossed his mind was
"Daamn." He fell to the bed
Pulling her on top of him.
She straddled him, one leg on
Each side.
"Delilah." He
Whispered her name in the
Twilight morning. Complex
Crucible calculated collected
Volcanic explosive combinations.
Continued.
They had one Another in and
Out of Succulent successive
Systematic orgasmic
Simulation for half the morning.
Dawn was a slow satisfaction
Which she was so strongly
And stately susceptible to.
"Yesss baby." She breathed
The words. Damian could
Only watch her in awe. While
He breathed deeply with long
Slow inhales and exhales.
Delilah was ecstatic and smiling
Pleased with herself and
Pleased with him.
Categories:
delilah, clothes, day, emotions, family,
Form:
Alliteration
A is for attitude that’s what I got.
N is for nothing that’s what I'm not.
N is for no that’s what I say.
E is for everyone that gets in my way.
T is for trouble that’s where I've been.
T is for time that’s what im in.
E is for everything that I meet.
D is for danger that I beat.
E is for evil that’s what I see.
L is for the lies that you told me.
I is for the ice cream that I ate.
L is for the lives that I hate.
A is for the asking that ive done.
H is for the heart cause I have none.
M is for the moon that looks so free.
E is for everything that’s inside me.
D is for danger that ive met.
I is for involvements that I cant forget.
N is for never cause I will never quite.
A is for the answers that I never get.
Categories:
delilah, inspirational,
Form: