Best Flirtations Poems
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Categories:
flirtations, appreciation, romantic love, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
The Amorous Mystique
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
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*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Categories:
flirtations, art, beautiful, deep, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.
George Oppen
If it wasn't for poetry,
how would we portray stars of clarity?
Moon would appear silently ordinary,
how would we express that which is contrary?
Verses without stardust shimmer would be horrid,
no metrical composition would sound torrid.
No sapphire skies nor turquoise tides.
No ivory shores nor firefly guides.
No magic of butterflies dancing under moonlight.
A travesty of no lullabies to ease before midnight.
Horizons would appear blank, dismal and dark -
your muted muse would forfeit their spark.
If a poet's conscience suffers a premature death,
how would you honour their quill's last breath?
How would you express that painful goodbye?
No legacy for our words to poetically beautify.
Unable to honour memories of the deceased -
an unwritten elegy cannot praise a masterpiece.
Autumn would just be a modified season.
Spring slowly blossom without a reason.
Summer would bring no wonder in flowers.
Winter would be grey with freezing showers.
Would music suffer from atrocious lyrics,
unmetered songs only lead to hysterics.
Would poetic love exist?
Would our lips have ever kissed?
No expressions to defeat hate.
No epodic justice to fate.
No sweet sonnets to revere.
Shakespeare's world would disappear.
Romeo would not woo Juliet.
Literature students would forget
bards who bled ballads before us -
what would lovers have to discuss?
No angst or alliterations.
No 3am damnations.
No syllable creations.
No lustful flirtations.
An end to narrations.
All lost translations.
If there were only ugly words,
would it be the end of singing birds?
No emancipation of the oppressed.
No catharsis for the depressed.
Hearts would repress and suppress.
Demons would stress and digress.
If it wasn't for poetry,
I would still be a mystery.
I would not speak in rhymes,
there would be nothing to define.
My soul a misunderstood metaphor,
drowning in an inkless reservoir.
Life would become a burden,
as petals die in my poetic garden
and after everything has been said and done,
there would be no Poetic One.
Categories:
flirtations, analogy, perspective, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Now I enter a new day with nervous breaths
A return of innocence
The red balloon that you want to win
In summer’s carnival
That hand you want to hold
But can’t
Those goosebumps that embed an uplifting silence
Pacing by the phone,
Echoes of ringtones and comfort greetings
A deep blue sky during autumnal Saturday mornings
Where, now,
I find myself standing by a solitary chair
In a school dance
As “Right here Waiting” plays in 500 watt flirtations
Hoping she accepts this dance
Living for the remembrance of you
Romantic palpitations reaching towards handwritten memories
Living for your remembrance of me
This 13 yr old heart
Beating
Beating
Towards a smile of irrevocable consequences
Caressing ivory keys upon resilient sunflowers
Awaiting our smiles to rendezvous unto willful sunrises
Our solemn faces against shoulders
Swaying to a never-ending stanza
Missing you, like The Police,
With every breath I take
©Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
flirtations, friendship, hope, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
Oh Zephyrus, sweet Zephyrus,
westerlies' bouquet nectarous
lilac layered flirtations sail
wings whimsical whiff my skin pale
butterfly kisses generous..
music you breathe melodious
chorus of wind-chimes feverous
sounds, symphonic in gentle flail,
oh Zephyrus..
hands breezy - touch me delicious
flowers long-stemmed dance capricious
exhales enchanting do prevail
sighs satisfying without fail
licks sweeping softly amorous,
oh Zephyrus.
Categories:
flirtations, imagery, romance, wind,
Form:
Rondeau
The image burns within
my brain of an
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.
The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and ladies
round the groaning table
flirt and watch the fools,
the one in the silly hat,
and the others huddled
against the walls.
As the eaters of the banquet
gaily proceed on in
drunken bloated revelry
they display their earthly faults,
with arrogance,
to a huddled mud stained peasantry.
The bottom of the hierarchy,
in the shadows serving, or
shut outside the door,
hope to get the garbage
leftover from these bores.
But before the lords and ladies leave,
to pursue their flirtations in
exclusive privacy, the hounds
are let in to lick the floor
and eat the droppings and the gore.
Finally the fools from the shadows
and the huddled groups outside
are allowed into the abandoned hall
to lick the plates,
to glean whatever
greasy scrapes and food
have been left behind.
I think of this scene often
as I read the daily news
Categories:
flirtations, allusion,
Form:
Free verse
Paroxysmal passions of preying eyes,
Whispering waves upon warming ocean…
Harmonies hankering hearts hypnotize,
Melodic mists of driving devotion.
Yelling and yearning youthful ambitions,
Sizzling summers endure exotic heat…
Posturing pleasures amidst positions,
Capitalizing confidence complete.
Adoration and affection flaming,
Tendering tears of cascading desire…
Lavender lips erotic exclaiming,
Sensuous seductions sacred of hire.
Summer heating upon flux flirtations,
Settling storms within sexual stations.
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...this sonnet can also be read backward...
10 syllables per line
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June.12.2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry
Sponsored by~ John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Categories:
flirtations, crush, inspirational love, summer,
Form:
Sonnet
Today is Wednesday,
and the sun rises with the certainty
of a life half-lived,
a life daring to dance on the edge
without plummeting into the abyss.
I sip my hazelnut coffee,
nutty as my long-gone mother,
pondering the balance between zeal and prudence,
the knife’s edge where dreams and sanity coexist.
In the stillness of dawn,
I hear the grass groan,
pressured by the audacity of dandelions,
their yellow faces turned toward the sky,
defiant, like a heart unafraid to love.
Finite possibilities etched in my brow,
a map of roads taken,
and those feared.
I trace them in the mirror,
wondering if today I’ll find a new path,
or merely circle the familiar.
The radio sings of a world
that sometimes feels distant,
words of number one hits
lost in translation.
Do they know this dance of ours,
the tightrope walk of living fully
without the fall?
My daily poem complete,
ink still drying,
I ask the morning, what mischief shall I seek?
Perhaps I'll flirt with serendipity,
or brush against adventure's hem.
To live to the brink,
is to court the thrill
of the unknown,
to feel the pulse of life in every vein
without succumbing to the siren song
of excess.
Today, I'll waltz with wisdom,
twirl with daring,
find the sweet spot where dreams and reason
meld into a symphony
that is my life,
played out on the strings of possibility.
What mischief shall I seek?
The kind that leaves me breathless,
yet whole,
that whispers of a life lived fully,
a life danced on the brink,
with grace,
with wild, unyielding grace.
Categories:
flirtations, adventure, age,
Form:
Free verse
In case you're wondering what's in my heart
It's LOVE my friends, pure and simple LOVE
Now that I've reached this advanced age
I look back and realize love is all I've ever wanted
Didn't ALWAYS feel that special thing I was looking for
But who ever does... it's a figment of the mind
Everyone's definition of love is unique and personal
But the basic underlying theme is the same
Most times it doesn't need to be said
It's a feeling of happiness and indescribable joy
Like no other we have ever experienced
I have loved more than once, most of us do
In my years on this wonderful planet
Some I would call flirtations, some ran much deeper
Some were within my reach... some were unattainable
I would not trade any of those experiences
For a pot of gold... they were worth much much more
Now that I look back and reminisce
I am thankful for all my happy experiences through life
Because they have made me the man that I am!
Categories:
flirtations, destiny,
Form:
Free verse
To you whom gave me life,
Rocked and sang, sweet melodies lullabies
By night, and cradled me safe and warm,
Within a mother's loving, and tender embrace.
Taught an awkward child, to take her
First steps, and held me upwards so as not
To fall.
Devotion's nightmare protector, who always
Made sure the closet door remained closed, and
The bathroom night light was left on, so the
Monsters under the bed could never get me.
Champion of the chocolate chip cookie, never did
You once forget the bare necessities of life,
Such as having icy cold milk in the refrigerator.
Movie queen diva, whom popped the perfect
Kernels of popcorn, and added just the right
Amount of butter, for everyone's picky tastes,
On our annual family nights.
From diapers to tattered blue jeans,
Barbie dolls, and trying on your over sized high
Heels, you never ceased to amaze me.
On every level mother dearest, you
Were always the ultimate super hero to me.
Through hardships heartache, and loves first flirtations,
But no shoulder's comfort, soothed me more
Than she, whom guided this awkward teenager,
Through these hard times of youthful regrets.
A grown woman am I now, raising children of
My own, realizing all the sacrifices you've made,
All in the name of a mother's love.
No ages wrinkles, can take away your true
Beauty, held as a frozen photograph
Within the inner heart of my soul.
She's the dear sweet image of what
I want my children to remember me by.
It's the highest form of flattery,
To emulate, a someone special,
Such as yourself, a woman called mother.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
flirtations, beautiful, family, international, love,
Form:
Free verse
A Bourbon Love
Through a glass of bourbon he found her.
Her eyes, Flaming Blue, hiding a glance of Heaven.
Her hair golden like the reflection of an English buttercup,
Open to the flirtations of the sun.
Her lips soft, pink,
Like the dawn over a distant tulip field,
With a promise to reveal, even more,
Moist, sweet, the taste of a woman.
Her neck, slim, elegant, with a hint of summer,
Jewelled with faint dew drops from the evenings heat.
Her shoulders, graceful, a ballerinas calling
Perfectly formed, a place for heroes,
To rest their head.
Her arms slender, delicate, with a promise of an angels embrace.
An embrace that could wash away, all your sins.
Her dress clinging to her body, like the lilies in a pond,
Hiding the secrets below.
Her wrist adorned with a single pearl,
But it is she who is more precious.
No mortal offering could eclipse her.
Her hands soft, with a touch,
That I would gladly die for.
No ring, dare I wish?
Her legs, long, perfectly formed,
Made to move, like a gentle summer wind,
Caressing the flowers of some meadow,
In a far away dream. Breathtaking.
When she walked the whole world stood still
She glanced, our eyes met
My soul was stolen,
Engulfed in flames of desire
My heart penetrated, laid bear with a love so rare,
My mind lost in sweet expectation.
A feeling beyond, any poets gaze.
She smiled, my body quivered
For this moment, I would gladly lead the forlorn hope.
These seconds, I remember them so well.
I was overwhelmed by the closeness of her spirit,
Her presence commanding an invisible audience,
Of stolen glances.
A vision of woman, of such form, such desire
Such love.
Then like a gentle whisper, her body, brushed against mine
, leaving the air perfumed
Like orchids being carried by a holy dove.
Then my heart shattered, strewn across the floor,
Like yesterdays confetti.
For the smile, was for some one else.
Categories:
flirtations, imagination, love, passion, heart,
Form:
Strangers giving each other
a motoring, inquisitive eye
Jotting down digital information
as they recklessly pass by
Inhibitions are placed under
chemical arrest
Club Le Box is playing jailhouse music,
making sweaty bodies confess
Weekend pheromone prisoners
with their feet handcuffed to the dance floor
Looking for the key to release them,
unlock the chastity cell door
Sexually magnetic
coded words are the key:
loose the cuffs, open the door ...
set the passions free
Having an escape party good time
with a new, casual partner in crime
Scan options on the getaway menu,
select tactile facial sensation
Seeking more privacy to continue
those opposite sex flirtations
He suggest going to her place,
he says there she will feel safe
Got penile thoughts on his hormonal mind,
however, she is not yet so intimately inclined
So she tells him no,
a simple monosyllable rebuff
Her desires are getting turned off,
as his demeanor is becoming too rough
She gives another emphatic no,
and brushes his hand away from down below
She raises the stop sign in his face,
as he was attempting to round third base
No means no,
she says with a firm tone of finality
If he don't respect her change of heart,
truly ...
he'll be
practicing pick up lines in a penitentiary
Categories:
flirtations, conflict, desire, society, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
He sidles up next to you,
so stealthily
It’s like he appeared out of thin air
Then breathlessly,
he gives you a Jimmy Stewart howdy do,
and starts air guitaring in his chair
Just when you were on the verge of
hitting the right vibe
with a cute little honey thing
This joker Jack Nicholson clone
starts shining on and on
And in your dark Alfalfa heart,
you wish this Spanky bag of bones
would be poof ... Aladdin gone
But you don’t wanna waste
one of your three date wishes on him,
so you ignore this glib talking Jungle Jim
In the meanwhile,
that pretty little woman is beginning to idly yawn,
as the flirtations have come to a tepid halt
That seven digit rooster ain’t gon strut come dawn,
a cell phone dropped call won’t be at fault
As Annoyous Interruptus cackles in your ear,
your road rage accelerator hits the sixth gear
But you remain calm, keeping your wits intact ...
trying to give him a subtle hint with a nodded wink
You motion for him to skedaddle away,
but Pepe Le Pew seems intent to stay
You mutter to yourself: man, does his cologne stink
With dull, blank eyes giving you a Lost in Space stare,
you flee swiftly, leaving love empty ... but you don’t care
Annoyous Interruptus
causes premature evacuation
Pester Interfereus
is the bane of dating stimulation
Annoyous Interruptus
makes flaccid all of your romantic overtures
Pester Interfereus
has caused many a late-night social club wars
Categories:
flirtations, cute, funny, humor, parody,
Form:
Light Verse
Shed the clay that strives to be an anchor
Tarnishing, but for awhile, the dreams of man
Addled hopes can rise in the morning’s mist
Instead of languishing beneath despair
Replenished strength awakens the spirit
With a simple drink from the Milky Way
And flirtations with Perseus opens up
Yielding beauty in heaven’s realm
The grave that holds yet, a soul to Earth,
Owns the judgment of defeat
There is none, but one, that must decide
How to build on wishes made
Even when the faltering of darkness
Shadows well the light of faith
There is a spark that burns the night
As gravity shows force, to mark a trail
Rise! Rise, you fallen man!
Strive to be among the stars
-Virginia Mitchell
Contest- STAIRWAY TO THE STARS (Acrostic)
Sponsor- Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Categories:
flirtations, hope, life, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Acrostic
From Frank to Faye
Flashing back in our memories, we find that our first four years together were fruitful
And filled with frolic. Four, fondly affectionate, fun-filled years of fanfare!
When we met we felt fond of each other but, our fathers forbid our fair friendship.
They felt it merely a foolish fancy, and were flabbergasted and foiled when we
fraternized.
They feared that when a fellow and a filly frolic, they become frantic.
Fortunately we never felt their fury because they finally faced the facts.
Frankly, my father, Frank, felt fond of my fair female friend.
Her father figured the frivolous facts were too flimsy to forgo the friendship.
So we frolicked together in friendly, far-flung flirtations,
Having fabulous fellowship in our courtship.
Feeling frisky, on our Fourth Anniversary, we plan to flop in our flivver,
Finding our way to Niagara Falls, where we will flutter in the fountains of full-fledged
fulfillment!
Categories:
flirtations, anniversarytogether,
Form:
Couplet