Best Paramour Poems


Premium Member Mona Lisa's Paramour

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 it comes to amour
and quintessentially a rakish cad.
Unrequited love longstanding rancour,
but finally become your paramour.
An enigmatic smile ever so sad;
your broken heart I gladly give succour.

Sweet Paramour

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 and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.

My Paramour

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 a tender 
Taste reminiscent of briny afternoons and glistening bodies 
On a hot summer afternoon at the edge of a water hole 
  
Tender hands gliding up and down smooth skin dispersing 
Guiding rivulets amongst the valleys and dell a secret hollow 
Too far a reach; for the adventurer has love in his heart not lust 
And as moons and suns are born and reborn the water recedes 
Forests are felled, but one strong sapling a nexus between 
The moments to bring forth the final moment the momentous moment 
  
The nexus by no means a linear thing, time curving as if blown 
By a wind filled with sounds of ghosts and angels, gently abrading 
What seems like mountains into stones, into dust, into a gentle breeze 
Drying tears, reviving a hermit heart, filling lungs with perfumed air 
My paramour, no more a paramour but so much more, so much more


Paramour Within Santa Anna Winds

 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 He has left

 And, within the Santa Anna winds
 Are they
 From off of austral shores
 Tales in warmth that ferry
 Oh, my maiden aurorae from afar

 Your essence seizes upon
 The Sierra whispers which carry
 To whelming rumors crossing, Mohave floors
 And an envisage dances in whirlwind
 Softly humming, the nightress tune of thy return
 Evermore

Paramour

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 stranger that caught her untamed heart
She was so in love

She remember how he cared about her
She remember the sound of his heartbeat
or was it just a make believe?

She thought he was her hero
didn't he try to rescue her?
and she gladly ran to him.

She thought his arms are her castle
as her head rest on his chest
there is no sky she couldn't fly

but she never knew..
She wish she had
the shadow of someone she thought he'll never be..

She thought he was her Knight..
but she didn't see..
the same knight whose sword is meant to bring death to her heart..

to him, she was nothing but a Paramour..

The Paramour

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 leaves
You feel like a desolate fort
That the General said “abort”

Abandoned as when the land is in a drought
And when you come out
And say what you are feeling

Your lover is always in a hurry
And is only concerned about
Sexual healing

You want a do-right partner
Who you can go to bed with every night
And rise with in the morning light

And when you take hold of your
True desires and be inspired
Elevation will take you higher and higher
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Mystery Paramour

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

Amity Paramour

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 universal wife…
Gazing through your eye window caressing your soul…
Gifting unto you my cosmic song of enchantment…
Raa Maa Daa Saa Saa Say So Hung…
Raa Maa Daa Saa Saa Say So Hung

With certainty, confidence, certitude and concivtion…
Free from limitation, inhibition or angst inclination…
My love is resolved, courageous with Assurant solution…
Present moments of our togetherness beaming blissfully the radiance of light…
Knowing this feeling of united union repose; fused are the two flames, behold their might…

You are the Goddess, priestess barer of life…  
Wholly complete this universal wife…
Gazing through your eye window caressing your soul…
Gifting unto you my cosmic song of enchantment…
Raa Maa Daa Saa Saa Say So Hung…
Raa Maa Daa Saa Saa Say So Hung…

From across the universe have I journeyed, guided directly to you from your hearts essence...
When life blesses me with your presence, I am consumed within the timeless vortex of the original emotion…
Piercing my being you’re spiraling has bloomed in me the white lotus
Illuminated; floating above the realm of fear…  I am prepared to experience your affection…
Walking alongside your path the devoted life companion…
My simple request; merely holding your hand with passion…

You are the Goddess, priestess barer of life…  
Wholly complete this universal wife…
Gazing through your eye window caressing your soul…
Gifting unto you my cosmic song of enchantment…
Raa Maa Daa Saa Saa Say So Hung…
Raa Maa Daa Saa Saa Say So Hung…

Premium Member Oldielocks and the Three Bores

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 life allegro con brio.
As his lovely red Lamborghini,
His love raced too fast for Melanie.

Claude, a failed nebulous maunderer,
Gossip, post-modern philosopher
Believed everything in life was free,
Which made sweet Mellie his property.

Her third paramour drove flat-bed trucks.
When Bo misspoke, he would say “Aw shucks!”
And then, hands on, wordlessly switch gears.
She cast him off leaving him in tears.

Single she may wait until too late,
For a blissful bridal altar state. 
Should her three bores e'er face a hot date
At least she shall stand at heaven’s gate.

My Aggravating Paramour

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

Elegy Written On the Death of a Paramour

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 oneís lot.
Man of wild dreams
Libranís aggressive lust
For love, shattered
Red ants sting-
Day by day
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Rail Roads
Night by night
He became as thin as a lightning,
Tearing sky apart, frozen feelings
Solidified.
Exotic was the fragrance
Stealthed on wings of wind
Hurling, in a dead manís dream.
He moved to the nucleus, entranced
Of enchanting field of invocation
Furtive sleep walker
Knapsack of burning flesh.
A chamber full of dew and mist
Sorcery of the fairy
Entwining tentacles
Combusting love and flesh
Penurious.
Fury of lust and love
Splashing lava of volcano
Dizziness, once fallen
Door for deliverance doomed.
Lascivious serpent dance
Sucking in, inhaling, exhuming
Chewing marrow with life sap.
Guilt and dirt on body and soul
Sunk deep and deep
In the marshy land
Fallen, fallen deep,
Heaviness, molten lead on mind
Tender soul forewarned
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Samson J. Koladi
Good angel, bad angel
Ludicrous demarcations
Relative and receptive
Rationalising
Swore his plight
Furrowed, lay on his back,
Losing all he kept close.
Like dawn downed
Came dusk, night
Accompanied by night angels
Came the Saviour
In the trance hour
Flickering tongue
Crawling with ease
Fang, needle teeth,
Curious at the hollow man
Merciful enough to exonerate
Mantle of skin pierced, spitting venom
Sacrificial Homa over
Crept back to darkness.
In the hour of Death
Paramour smiled, he weptÖ..
Whirlpools of dreams, love and sweat.
Next day,
In broad day light,
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Rail Roads
All saw the paramour
Lying on the causeway,
Like a serpentís hood
Disrobed
Bluish body numb
As cold as Death,
Blue Lotus.
Paramour met predicament
With neither fear nor sulleness.
Silent river of Time flowing
Poor soul rests in turbulence
Hailstorm and fire.

Folio's Paramour

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

06.12.17

Paramour

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 into desire,
 a paramour of night 

Still, watching,
 her bowed head stitched
 into the shadows edge
 always regretting the stab
 of never knowing love

Yah My Eternal Paramour

In the depths of my soul, You know me intimately,
A love so pure, so unfettered, it transcends mortality,
Unwavering and unrelenting, Your affection stands the test,
A boundless, fathomless love, that forever shall find rest.

When I stumble, and my heart is heavy with shame,
You forgive, and with compassion, You whisper my name,
In the darkness, You are my beacon, my guiding light,
A shelter from life's tempests, where I take flight.

Your protection is my solace, my refuge, and my strength,
A bulwark against the trials, that seek to length,
You see beyond my frailties, and love me just the same,
A love that's not conditional, but unconditional, and forever shall remain.

You are my everything, my Alpha, and my Omega,
The beginning, and the end, my eternal, loving Father,
You gave Your life for me, a sacrifice so sublime,
A gift of redemption, that forever shall be mine.

Great is Your forgiveness, a mercy that's divine,
A love that walks with me, through every step, every decline,
You're not ashamed of me, nor my humble estate,
You love me deeply, and chose me, before I knew Your name.

In Your arms, I find solace, a sense of peace, a home,
My trust, my hope, my heart, forever belongs to You, alone,
You love me more, and I love You too,
A love that's mutual, eternal, and forever true.

I Am a Lover

When you dive I sparkle my dreams,
When you swim in me I touch the essence of your skin,
When you let your feet touch me I hold my speed and come drifting,
you call me the sea and I call myself Limerence.

when you uphold the smile at me I shine more brightly,
when you roam in the garden I make flowers to applause you,
when you let your hair down I try to hold my breath and let the breeze touch you,
you call me sunshine and I call myself amorous.

when you come out to feel my drops I try to make you glow,
when you dance in presence of me I try to match your beat,
when you laugh and play and droll I resist soaring more,
you call me Rain and I call myself Paramour.

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