Best Pheromone Poems
This beautiful journey begins
From a courtship routine
The male perch themselves on leaves
And create a glorious scene
Waiting for a female
Just to fly on by
Now he has his chance
But, she’ll be the one to decide
The male needs to find out
Whether she’s been fertilised
If she’s already pregnant
He’s soon going to realise
She’ll release a powerful chemical
Which is called ‘pheromone ‘
That tells him she’s unavailable
So he might have to fly and roam
Soon after they have mated
She looks for a place to lay
Laying her tiny eggs
Mostly oval in shape
She can lay two hundred or more
Just in a single day
But she needs to find a milkweed
On this beautiful sun spring day
The tiny little caterpillars
Start to grow inside
Eggs no bigger that a pin heads
And thats no word of a lie
They feed on the milkweed
And the enzymes in the egg
Until these little caterpillars
Start growing up really big
Now when they hatch
From their eggs
They will eat and eat and eat
Eating up everything
Of those milkweed leaves
They will start expanding
Getting bigger and bigger
Shedding their skin several times
Now that is really clever
Then they just stop eating
And know their time has come
For their stunning transformation
Four stages have begun
They’re find a special twig or leaf
And hang them-selves upside down
Then spin a silky cocoon
Where they won’t be found
It’s called metamorphosis
Turned into a shiny chrysalis
Inside the caterpillars’ changing
Into a beautiful butterfly
It dissolves itself into a soup
That’s truly organised
Inside a process is taking place
It’s forming disc’s, a body, a face
This wonder of nature you can see
When they emerge victoriously
This transition takes some time
For the birth of an exquisite butterfly
One of nature’s beautiful scenes
Celebrating new birth in spring
The reproduction of a butterfly
A remarkable cycle, that does not die
© Copyright KC.Leake
6th April 2015
All Rights Reserved
Categories:
pheromone, adventure, beautiful, education, nature,
Form:
Light Verse
You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb
(Irish from his Pop Appendage from his Mum)
stopping every now - and again -
to breathe deep that fragrance
rich with pheromone nostalgia
just like Grammy Georgina used too do
the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
I can still see her now, in her glory days,
with lovely lemon locks soaking up the summer sun,
rooted in that old-fashioned train of mind:
You don't stop your work until it's done!
(but a walking contradiction, just like her grandson,
... rose to her nose like ruby rebellion)
the tree doesn't grow solely from the ground
Water's an important player too,
especially from grandma's showering can
(laughing tears the shade of crystalline blue)
Course you can't forget those lifetime lessons either,
from dear ole Georgie, speaking with a sunny kind of seriousness,
about the importance of patience,
the fruitfulness of labor,
plucking up the surviving winters' courageous cucumbers,
blushing beets
the ground isn't just a place for our feet
Cause with her and I, we incinerate the stereotype:
young blood reflecting on infinity,
old knees dancing like she's got chipper chipmunks
for toes giggles in the background like a photobomb
to the expected chapel silence
(it's not all peaches and cream though,
sometimes we get violent)
Orange slush, flying miles behind us,
at times getting grazed in the face
by nature's food fight
our feet between the squish squish of the crab apple
We were two peas, if you please, in a curious pod,
like a whimsical joke from a laughing God:
Me, the champion of her scallions,
the guardian of her garden,
leaving all sensibility befuddled
with an, "I beg your pardon?"
I wonder if she knew then the gravity of the situation,
watching mama scream bloody murder,
as I came into this world ...
... was she scratching her head, lips curled, in questioning amazement,
just like Newton must have been, when developing his theory?
What d'you suppose they both were thinking?
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree ...
Written March 27, 2016
For the Cliche Contest Hosted by Silent One
Categories:
pheromone, adventure, crazy, cute love,
Form:
Free verse
The whirlpool stars of the Milky Way appeared when she was feeling grey.
Mother-of-pearl constellations shimmered across her skin in the candlelight.
Saturn’s red rings spiraled wildly at her climax—
A solar flare unleashed in breathless surrender.
Turquoise desire bled into solemn greys,
And those greys married verdant dreams, swirling in slow motion.
To gaze at her was to weightless drift in a heavenly sky,
A vacation from this unforgiving world.
Her allure was all-encompassing, enchanted and unique,
Spiraling me into a pheromone-induced high
Each time she glided by like moonlight on water.
She was a celestial mesh of chaos and charm
Unreachable, until the universe paused and she murmured, stay.
Categories:
pheromone, color, extended metaphor, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
In-flight
In pheromone
Honeysuckle perfume
Insect antennae knot freshly
bouquet.
In breeze
I feel your breath
rustle shiny reeds
of my stints' hapless hinterland
you learn.
A vest
of velveteen
gleaming wings that trembled
Turn to a whirring glint beneath
full moon.
Categories:
pheromone, analogy, appreciation, flower,
Form:
Cinquain
Fondling to a rhythmic caress. I'm
Obliged as I
Undress you.>> exposing your beautiful,
Radiant body.
Pheromone perfume stimulates my
Loins and brings forth this
Animalistic fury within me. I
Yearn for all of you.
Jared Pickett
02/25/2010
Asavvy1
Categories:
pheromone, mystery
Form:
Acrostic
These shoes no longer fit
Torn stitch
Missing sole
Floating down sun drenched river
I ponder if retrieving It would suit my purpose
Or further enslave the symbolic liberation from foot
Oppressed by lace and tread
Left to walk earth and root
As I force it up between my toes
Leaving trails of heel
Scent of pheromone
Torn shirt
There is nothing to sniff out
Or parties to gather
Only reflective soul
A vestige of the whole
Alongside an old shoe
And buoyant insert
Categories:
pheromone, lost, poems, poetry, poets,
Form:
Free verse
Open and more vast bluest skies, as temperatures drop in fall herein
Cosmic and marigold flowers everywhere as crisp yellow leaves appear
Transition from summer to winter and the tenth month of the year
Opal gem prisim colors is the birthstone, emanating hope and purity
Beehive’s buzzing tone guards the pheromone queen under scrutiny
Eve of Hallows’ celebrated in scary costumes on the thirty first night
Renoirs autumn’s “Argentuil”gold and red landscapes under the lamplight
Categories:
pheromone, appreciation, autumn, october,
Form:
Acrostic
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Magnetised palms draw in healing light divine
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
As but an energy conduit, Gods touch alone divinity
Our action being simply to loving intent so align
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Flower radiating fragrance in continuity
Releasing into void pheromone as He assigns
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Love an innate pull, a yearning, not mere call of duty
Our outpouring ceaseless without any deadline
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Head and heart melded in singularity
Bliss mist elixir that no power may confine
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
The visible universe manifested by hearts creativity
We as interface magnetised healing pulse refine
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Recognising ego doership cause of fatality
We are a mirror as Gods radiance does shine
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Devoid of fears or earthy desires or doubts of self-pity
Essence of presence relies upon powers benign
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Purity of heart causation birthing reality
We murmur prayer, then in surrender, recline
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
Oh hermit! Seek not from dreams certainty
Outcomes as may be any, with the divine entwine
Early morning, donning cloak of anonymity
Manifesting therein a detached desire in serenity
14-April-2021
Categories:
pheromone, love, spiritual,
Form:
Villanelle
The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"
She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule,
No Bees, no World
Shy Little Hearts
Big power
freedom wings
realised
dreams into reality
unfurls
Who’s to write that story?
She’s just a girl
In a Boston Two Step World"
He said, "Stung, once bitten twice shy..."
She said, "The Devil’s in the Details -
the real deal is swallowing
“The Whole Beautiful”
Big Blue Sky
and opening mouths
tongues speak
transfer a lush kiss
shared wealth
Icarus flies out
Sun in his mouth -
It's a sinch..."
He said, "Lady Bird! Lady Bird!
Your House is on Fire!"
She said, "Long ago maybe,
the Empire now strong in unified minds
unfurls to The Town Crier
A new Kingdom
Love
Power
rising higher and higher
Ok tiger, maybe a spark now,
Not yet into bonfire"
For a Woman
that once was a
Butter would melt
in mouth Girl
dreaming unreachable
bigger blue skies
She irreverently
turns keys
in hearts
A Fire opens latches
Lacquered Chinese
puzzle boxed
pheromone trials
and strange
very odd matches
Carniolan whispers, “Bring it on”
She now smiles
and captures...
Judges 14 buzzzing bees 8
Air thick with flying honey
All Along the Watch Tower
She opens the Gate
Hendrix’s Bumble Bees speak,
in hushed reverent
unified tone,
"It’s never too late..."
(Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018)
1.
https://genius.com/The-jimi-hendrix-experience-all-along-the-watchtower-lyrics
2.
"If the doorbell rang in her apartment, she would say, 'What fresh hell can this be?' — and it wasn't funny; she meant it." You might as well live: the life and times of Dorothy Parker...
3.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Icarus
4. hmmm, interesting, ah that Dark Bee...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carniolan_honey_bee
5.
Secret "Bee Spell", a riddle, inserted into this Chinese Puzzle Box. Much Love, LUX VITAE x
The Blue Stones/Be My Fire
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znOA3xCtHfk
Categories:
pheromone, fantasy, humorous, imagery, muse,
Form:
Romanticism
Your cologne, your pheromone have just blown
over me. Now my testosterone
leaves me dying to do
all of those things for you
I do in your erogenous zone.
Categories:
pheromone, romance,
Form:
Limerick
we came together in a passionate embrace
as the plasma flowed and blood raced
eyes locked like an eagle on its prey
another victim of love swooped and taken away
the instinctive beckoning of raw sexual pleasure
the involuntary natural reflex of which there is no measure
we lock lips like bulls lock horns
the product of sexual tension re-born
as i moved from her lips to her breast
the journey from her cheek to her neck i caressed
i can feel the throb of her heart
as her legs spread wider and wider apart
as i suckle on her nipple my hand slid under her knit
gently sliding my finger across the curvature of her clit
a heated sexual creature untamed
she purrs in my ear like lioness a flamed
the pheromone scent of sexual bliss like opium to the brain
the intoxicant of a sedative sexually seducing the sane
the longing for the tongue to flicker the flower and taste its sweetness
is the yearning to remove the chastity belt and reveal its weakness
as i draw my tongue near the center of her hips
she trembles with delight knowing the full journey of my lips
as i invoke her senses and apply my tongue to her slit
her eyes are glazed over no more but awakened to the orgasmic potential of her clit.
the joust of my tongue against the bloom of her pistil
she quivers and shakes as i blow raspberry like whistles
the momentary moans the holding of her breath
defines the orgasmic ejection, be forced out in jet
the sweet liquid of pleasure successive and wet
she closes her legs and turns to the side
still trembling with satisfaction inside
she lays on her pillow and closes her eyes
and that is the measure of sexual reprise
Categories:
pheromone, i am,
Form:
ABC
In the Auditorium de la Panacée,
not yet perfume or pheromone,
but only what he can see,
drawn exit as she heads home.
Every step on pulse of Montpellier,
one dropped program chances today.
Prudent for an approach easier,
when she stops at a Café.
Took a sip and tripped closer,
now pierced by what he can’t see.
Courtesy of Swiss industry and a photographer
in the Auditorium de la Panacée.
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A collaboration with Julia Ward who composed Part I which can be found on her list.
Categories:
pheromone, art, city, desire, emotions,
Form:
Narrative
Chanel #5
She was immersed in a shallow
Dialogue with the guy—next—door.
A distant conversation,
Mingling with his heart, his senses.
Her “fake” pheromones
Brought him in to an all new ecstasy.
This brings us to the synopsis,
About the pheromone phenomenon.
Deceit and lies barbed her
Surreptitious, razor- edged tongue.
Told in dissembled words,
Concealed only by many falsifications.
Her fragrance brought
On intrigue as of a sweet libation.
Leading for a possible
Affinity that was from the start.
She breaths life in to him,
As they allocate their yet lone salivas’.
Life was better with her,
He cannot live as well without her.
She is the girl of his dreams,
Every night, still in his unwaking dreams.
Oh, Chanel seems
To still turn quite a few heads.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Categories:
pheromone, adventure, beauty, cheer up,
Form:
Narrative
the alluring subtlety of her curves with each little sway
his basic instincts overflowing from pulsing music and spirits
her attire revealing, leaving little else to the imagination
while her pheromone laced perspiration wafting his way
leads him to eagerly vacate his sedentary position of yearning
his approach stealthy, shadowing her in the rhythmic flailing crowd
her unostentatious heartbeat pulsing ever louder as he draws nearer
discerning her rushing luscious liquid from all others around
changing luminescense reflected in rolling beads of her chest sweat
openly glaring at the flesh confining the valve pumping inside
eyes closed, twirling around, her sensual tornado drawing him in
eyes opened, pivoting stopped, her pursuer's eyes fixated on her
his lavish and sincere visual praising brings about a coy smile
outreached hands taking hold and leading him through the throng
making headway for the exits, her goal the cool, crisp night air
outside the dead night slowly drying up the freshly laid rain
interrupted by the metal on metal clanging sound of the door
protagonist and antagonist, stepping out, hand in hand
their hurried steps implying an itch of a greater magnitude
their hands and lips putting on a public display outside her flat
[ character limit preventing poem from being posted as a single piece - part two quickly forthcoming ]
Categories:
pheromone, dark, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative
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:
pheromone, conflict, desire, society, truth,
Form:
Dramatic Verse