Best Eros Poems

The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He...

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Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late,
Young Eros takes aim, pulling tight his bow.
True Lovers discover eternal fate.

Grinning as tension is released and straight
Flies the deeply piercing crimson arrow.
Always too soon, too slow, too fast, too late.

Knowing his prey may never consummate
While bound...

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She takes his rough hand.......drags him into her night sky.....here, even black shines.....

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POEMS ABOUT EROS AND CUPID

These are translations of ancient Greek poems about Eros. Eros was the Greek counterpart of the Roman god Cupid. While today we tend to think of Cupid as an angelic cherub shooting arrows and making people fall in love, the ancient...

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Oh, divine Eros, 

Son of Venus, 

Conqueror of hearts, 

Better it is for me your loyal subject to become

In your blissful dominion of love 

Than 

Arms against your sweet tyranny to take

For

My freedom to retain!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
     29 March 2017...

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Statue of Eros, beheaded. 
Genitals gouged by offended Christians.
Gaze raptly at the dimensions of the cavity. 
Imagine the marbled masterpiece
Of his more sexual face....

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Soft moonlight streams through the window
and in its pale, golden glow
faint sweat sheen glistens on pink, flushed skin
speaking of love’s pleasurable exertions recently ended.
Fingertips trace the contours of legs, hips and breasts
feeling the slight twitches of small muscles
still  not settled from over-stimulation.
Each breath drawn...

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MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night
when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light
As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams
some common sense was telling me I ought to follow
but my heart stood firm and...

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Your erotic harmony pounding harder and harder.
Beckoning me to slip-off my Eros armor
to take you against my breast and lay forever 
at rest; asking for nothing more till earth’s last breath.

Your soft whisper of love embodies my mind.
Your warm breath on my neck, intoxicating me...

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He can write  most classic words,
filled with passion and Romance,
Whilst She pens a unique verse,
showing him,She really cares.

He can send her a Red Rose,
with his name,on it embossed,
She can send him Hugs and kisses,
Sealed with Love,Wrapped in Red Ribbons.


He can send her,a Huge card,
Saying,...

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Oh, these areas you possess.
I love to stimulate them.
To kiss them, to caress them,
to taste them.
Inside the wrist, skin so tender.
Behind the knees,
you pulse, I feel quicken.
Your nipples, standing tall,
begging my affection.
My hot breath on your neck,
shivers down your spine.
Your hands, so soft,
ones that give...

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MY adventure began no less than upon this chilling night when homes of many lower their shades and kill the light. 

As sullen souls lay down for bed and fall into their dreams some common sense was telling me I ought to follow;  but...

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Love is...

a hot lead brick in my babbling brain
a brainless storm in my gloomy gut
a greedy clump of lava in my headless heart
a haggard heart chained to a torrid tornado
a terribly unfulfilled desire
a demonic itch beyond scratching


INSANITY-->>OFF TO THE RACES!...
smitten fear trembling obsessing
Mutually Assured Alienation
Animus...

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First taste of Eros -
Silk on alabaster skin
Unnoticed before

11-5-19
Contest: Sexyku
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux...

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These are my modern English translations/interpretations of ancient Greek poems by the immortal Sappho of Lesbos…

With my two small arms, how can I
think to encircle the sky?
—Sappho, fragment 35, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Mother, how can I weave,
so overwhelmed by love?
—Sappho, fragment 90, loose...

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