Best Paramour Poems

A period of youthful vim ferments
as coruscating golden flecks in eyes 
that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise
to secrets in my breast to stir, foment.
The xanthous tresses that cascade torment. 
My eager and impressionable sighs
that echo every pirouette and pliés,
a fleeting intercession of lament.
A maverick when...

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I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love!  I am the one, who loves 
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered  day;
Keel-haul...

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There is always a light, sometimes a tiny glimmer expanding 
Amongst the darkest forest as a fiery wheel of hope and desire 
It measures the life of many years of tasting moments so far and few 
The first full bite filled with momentous prurience leaving...

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 Paramour august never longer
 Till days shall pass
 Will I be among torment unto fervor
 Or in acceptance
 Of the yearning, thy touch to have

 But, in days absent sojourn
 I shall sheath myself
 Amid the arid
 Of the desert’s spirit burning
 Counting blessings...

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Paramour
Your lover is a traveler
Who can only spend one night

You’re their hotel room
And you’re tired of such a
Disdainful sacrifice

Never any public display of affection
Because you’re not their prime collection
Perhaps it’s time for introspection

No holding hands
No kisses and "see you soon”
At the airport

Every time your lover...

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His brown eyes
She still feels them looking at her
His smile
She still see them smiling at her

She still remember their first time together
She still recall his touch
and she fell in love

The world was perfect
the colors were alive and vibrant
She was in love

He was a beautiful stranger
A...

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The resonance invitation does my intention deliver…
Discover your prince; your best friend, your knight…
Say yes to your dream; your wish, your desire…
Flow with the nudge coming from within…
Allow your greatest love experience to begin…

You are the Goddess, priestess barer of life…  
Wholly complete this...

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Stop it!
I’m exhausted by you
Always complaining, never supporting yourself
Stop it!
I’m overworked by you
Never being grateful, but expecting the help
Really!
I know it’s not your fault
Now pick yourself up, I will see you on the twelfth...

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bunch of red roses
fresh and velvet at his grave
year after year now
in a shade deeper than mine
his mystery paramour

Written on 07/06/2016...

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ELEGY WRITTEN ON THE DEATH
OF A PARAMOUR
How many faces shroud
A paramour ?
One, two, more!
He was vibrant
Man hood with veins and vines
Gushing passion
Historicity
Genetic thread bestowed
Chewing wild passions
Bit by bit
Anaconda devouring tender deer
Deliciously.
Adolescent love
Infatuations
Treacherous;
And on by virtue of wedlock
Sheer arrogance,
Sharpeníd tongue and horns.
Denial of dreams, reasons justified
Each...

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folio's paramour bemoans the drifter's trail--green in the eye

06.12.17...

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I watched the yellow
 ripple in your reflection,
 and as it danced on water
 it was mirrored in sense 

Dreams quivered
 in plunging tears
 but a falling stars
 rare effulgence
 revealed this sub rosa 

That tripping shadow
 moving into the night
 carries your secret
 bound...

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Patricia parades pretty periwinkle paisley pyjamas playfully presenting plump pinwheel pastries



AP: 3rd place 2023

Submitted on October 21, 2019 for TAUTOGRAM POEMS sponsored by EVE ROPER  – RANKED 3RD...

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Lady Melanie with silver locks
Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox.
Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox,
But she loved them less than chicken pox.

Melanie kept free as best she could.
She allowed no time for coquetry
Or Penelope-style stitchery.
But three bores persistence understood.

Trini, a jet jockey CEO
Lived his...

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your smart hat and coifed 
charcoal brows your blue
questions about how I’m 
moving through the day
have me in hand 
reminiscing
making me want you
and reminiscing
more and more...

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