Best Love Potion Poems
Welcome my dear
what can I do you for?
I offer spells and charms galore
A love philter you say?
I know just the thing
When I am done
to you he’ll cling
When sun takes its bow at the close of day
In a place where ocean waves meet bay
Let curtains close to mortal sight
Behold
desire’s flame ignites
Employing drift wood
in the sand
Inscribe his name
Feel heart expand
Stir 3 times in clockwise motion
Whilst we brew this lover’s potion
A drop of blood
a strand of hair
Will free you soon from your despair
You’ll feel the warmth spread through your
being
You’ll both find this most agreeing
Feel wind’s breath upon thy cheek
Sacred words you now must Speak
Tell the Earth, the wind and fire
Inform the water of your desire
Let Cupid’s compass spin once more
For His benevolence you must implore
East and south
West and north
Spirits of seduction I call thee forth
Hark to the rhythm of the drums that pound
Thrashing out the heart beat
of the one to be spell bound
Whilst the bonfire slowly dies
Images flash before his eyes
Untie him now
He will behave
I have cast a spell
He is enslaved
Hit him now with passion dart
And then my dear you have done your part
All that’s remains is for you both
To gulp it down
Let’s have a toast
Before you do you will pay me now
There are others who need me anyhow
His Affection will grow like weeds
I must away now to do good deeds
Will my enchantment stand the test of time?
I hear you ask, Well they’ll be just fine
Sleep now children in my domain
I promised to free you from your pain
Their lust will last eternally
Till I dump their bodies in the sea
17th October 2019
For love potion poetry contest
Sponsored By Julia Ward
Categories:
love potion, dark, halloween, love, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
I knew I loved you, I knew I always did, I loved you then,
Every day of then, so much I’d lay down to die.
We had a rainbow, navigating this Earth,
A spectacular, impossible rainbow filling our sky.
I loved you when you tackled my heart, grappled it down,
Held it, stomped it into the ground.
My heart became obedient, yearning for your word,
Patiently waiting for it’s turn to come around.
But you stood, foot firmly on loves throat,
Making sure it couldn’t breathe or move or moan.
You stood as we watched our love quietly die,
Watching as I built our love’s headstone.
But you didn’t realise my love was smart and strong,
That it had planted a seed before it died.
This seed grew into a new rainbow, a new love of my life,
That was strong and honest, it was dignified.
My memories I’ll always respect, always nurture,
Cherish like an honest hands on martial art.
And I’ll always defend my soul with this magical karate,
Used by the formidable love that’s in my heart.
11th June for contest
Categories:
love potion, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Who hasn’t heard of the notion
The secret recipe for love potion
Can detonate a frenzied explosion
While stirring carnal emotion
Wild winds setting in motion
The sails ablaze on blue ocean
Stars above burn in devotion
Igniting the spark of implosion
Catapulting a heart in commotion
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 13, 2019 for contest LOVE POTION sponsored by JULIA WARD
Categories:
love potion, devotion, fantasy, imagination, longing,
Form:
Monorhyme
Jesus was at Bethany, in the house of Simon
When a woman with an alabaster flask in evidence
Would anoint Jesus with ointment as expensive as diamonds
Making the disciples incensed with the extravagance
Jesus’ disciples claimed this should have been sold
And given to the poor who deserved such a gift
But Jesus answered them with words to behold
Saying the ointment wasn’t intended for thrift
Jesus told his disciples this woman had anointed His head
For the burial that would be coming they knew not when
He told them that wherever the gospel was spread
This woman would be remembered for this once again
Jesus blessed this woman for her elaborate offering
As she spread the ointment like some would a love potion
Some may wonder if she discerned of His coming suffering
And gave Him her very best as a showing of her devotion
Read Matthew 26:6-13 for the full gospel story
October 11, 2019
Love Potion Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
love potion, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
Love Potion
Add chinchilla fur at the end
Two cups of cold water
Ice
A pound of sugar
A clove of garlic
Four cinnamon sticks
A package of Big Red gum
A teaspoon of curry powder
A bunch of fresh parsley
Five lb bag of white rice to throw all over room and bed
Add some cotton candy
Categories:
love potion, color, conflict, culture, heartbroken,
Form:
Free verse
I have tried
casting a spell on you
I don't know
what else a mere mortal can do...
Love potion
boil and bubble
poison darts
toil and trouble...
Red laced apples
caffeinated coffee
non-caffeinated
pinch of rosemary
9 oz sweet red wine
1 ginseng root...
Goddess of love
hear my plea
let her fall in love
and so desire me...
My love philtre
will enchant her
it will pomp her
my love potion...
9 red rose petals
3 almonds
9 clovers
9 drops of vanilla extract..
My true love
her face I not yet see
come my love
so it shall be..
Eye of newt
stew and brew
9 basil leaves
count to seven
all good children
go to heaven..
The cow
jumps over the moon...
My love potion
boil and bubble
"poof!"
takes away all
my troubles!
~ ~ ~
Categories:
love potion, for her, love, magic,
Form:
Free verse
after all those sleepless nights
i figured it out.
I'm not sick without you
I don't even miss you.
a piece of our sex is stuck in my sinuses;
like a virus is.
i can't remember how it felt to be inside you,
but i can taste it when i spit.
Your sweat a carnal vinaigrette,
lips like mandarin oranges swimming in rose-water.
Soufflé sighs and martini moans.
pallet full, stomach empty.
Your face is a white blur, no black, maybe grey
no
all these are too colorful.
You're a shapeless cloud of vapor
Refracting headlights on winding lonesome roads in my mind.
Perfume.
Au' du recklessness,
an earthy mix of lavender and salamander slime.
lakewater and sublime sing-alongs.
santeria love potion number 9.
Categories:
love potion, girlfriend, goodbye, growing up,
Form:
Free verse
My thoughts of thee
Equal an ocean measured by tears
And all of death measured by fears
My want of thee the sum
Of grains of sand under the sea
The leaves of every living tree
My dreams of thee
More than stars the eyes can see
More than blades of grass that be
My breath having purpose each one
More than raindrops or rays of sun
More than the winning of each heart won
Every beat of my heart
Is a mission for you
Every second I'm near a dream come true
When you die then I'll die
Because there is simply no way
I'll torture myself living without you
Categories:
love potion, love,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Wearing thick glasses
and braces on her buck teeth,
Professor Harriet carried
her pile of books while accidentally
stepping into the wet cement,
going into her lab to go wash up,
afterwards she decided to work
on a different kind of experiment,
tired of feeling nutty, mousey,
klutzy and insecure,
she whipped up a concoction
that would surely help her to score,
having a mad crush on one of
the other professors who also
like her had a very high I.Q.,
she wanted a relationship
that was more than "how
do you do?"
taking the lab beakers and
mixing her ingredients,
she guzzled down the
fizzing liquid speedily,
feeling at once more
attractive and confident,
this time when outside she
stepped around the wet cement,
going into the professor's break
room for a bite to eat,
she saw Professor Jerry
and sat beside him in
an empty seat,
batting her eyes and smiling
all the while,
Professor Jerry asked if something
was wrong with her eye,
Harriet nodded no and shook her
hair out of her bun,
swirling her long mane all around
and getting hair in all hers and
Prof. Jerry's open stunned mouth,
she apologized and asked Jerry out,
Jerry blushed, got up, tripped
and fell down,
saying shyly with his buck
teeth, "I guess so, why not!"
Harriet said how about after school,
he fumbled for his composure
and finally said, "alright!"
So a couple of hours later
Professor Harriet got ready
for her first date at age 38,
still feeling attractive and
confident at any rate,
all at once hearing her
door bell ring on time,
making sure she had an
extra dose for her date
of love potion number 9...
6 months later they
got married and settled
in the suburbs,
where today they live with
their 3 little kids who like them
wear thick glasses and
are all nutty brainiacs!
Categories:
love potion, crush, science, smart,
Form:
Light Verse
Genuine LOVE has a remedial effect if it is welcomed in by its acquaintances. A true medicinal gift in itself that has an ability to cure the most coveted of hearts. Whats sad about this world is that not everyone cares, even if one derives every essence of their being from his/her heart, the receiving end tends to concern themselves toiling with muddled debris and frivolous nonsense. A thriving epidemic drawn out of bewilderment and insensibility, stands alone, cold and naked pending. If only this fool knew that in his paradoxical state of mind he could be adorned with an unwavering and irrefutable antidote labeled number 9. A vulnerable state worth giving into to save the life of another, yours and mine. ~Sealion
Categories:
love potion, emotions, faith, heart, hope,
Form:
Bio
HELP! Can anyone see the shape of this poem and the words, it seems for some reason people cannot see it
Categories:
love potion, love, magic,
Form:
Concrete
Bring to me
the rejuvenating wine,
Bring it to me
blended with the
glitters of the moonlight,
Add to it a dash of nectar
of the choicest rose;
Stir it with the burning desires
of a sensuous maiden
and sprinkle a pinch
of gold dust on it.
Give me the potion
with the feverish beat
of a passionate heart...
And I will love again!
~02/15/2013
~Love III contest by Laura Loo
Categories:
love potion, passion,
Form:
Free verse
One love, for those who have been diagnosed with the 21st century dose. Those cats’ gangster ways sent many to early graves, but out of the street ashes a slick culture rose. Regardless of the systematic process many were embedded then opposed. A street car named desire hit the clubs and it ran rampant as many put their own stamp on it. A satire of shame and envy arose for the clock has struck midnight and the lose leaf zombies have climbed out of the lyric pit.
It is time for many to come out and play. This foggy sunshine is mocked by silent disarray. The moment for sheer power and rolling attitudes has a mighty foundation filled with more compensation. This is the true rockers destination. Motions of pure joy hug those with a lethal anger streak. Defeated dreams are turned over to these one night guides for the cultureless meek.
A hot violence erupts inside the stain of one time fame. This magic takes away so much grief and so much added shame. Is a relied upon inside substance many creep with and many then start to sleep with to enter the city of the doom? Street lamps glisten from the full moon as the midnight dancers will come down soon. This is never a sought after tune. No room is ever left for the lifeless tycoon. Buy a lunatic a still rage pill and he comes alive. The party of great wonder will arrive. Alienated festivities role into each soiree. It is now the new mind rapture of satisfied child’s play.
Categories:
love potion, beauty, candy, celebrity, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm buying love potion number nine.
I really want you to be mine.
But first, love potion number eight.
To make sure you are straight.
I already gave you number seven.
You will bring me to seventh heaven.
Number six was last week.
To ensure you will never cheat.
Five, I slipped in on the sly.
In case you ever say goodbye.
Four for you to knock on my door.
Make you want to meet me more.
Three just to make you see.
The perfect match you have in me.
Two just after I saw you.
Wanting you to see me too.
One, it seems so long ago.
Love at first sight.
11/10/2019
Love Potion Poetry Contest.
For Julia Ward
Categories:
love potion, boyfriend, devotion, magic,
Form:
Couplet
I wake up once more, alone
Cannot tell if it’s you or me who is atone
This is a concern of mine
Not everyone looking to be divine,
can, at last, undergo bliss and be fine
And, not everyone reading a book
Can understand where it took
Wine drinkers often wake up lousy
Yet, love drinkers are always drowsy.
Written: November 09, 2022
Categories:
love potion, analogy, appreciation, love,
Form:
Rhyme