Best Samson Poems
Yesterday with its yearnings and sorrow
With shadows and sunbeams at length;
Have gone where the fears of tomorrow
Took a man whose conceit was his strength.
His transient raptures brought shame
From the temptress that ravished his soul;
Taking strength and tarnished his name
From the power he had that she stole.
Sleep on in the arms that still hold you
Let your eyes not shed all their tears;
For the hand that caressed has now sold you
To the sad treachery of defiant shears.
The Philistine put out his eyes
He was bound in fetters and chains;
The darkness that brought him captivity
Took the blood that flowed in his veins.
For the ransom of a corrupt Aphrodite
When strength was extinguished by desire;
The pillars are destroyed by the mighty
While his glory has perished in fire.
Categories:
samson, passion, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Delilah: Samson! Why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
The hypnotism of my succulent breasts, and the soothing soft feel of
my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You really do have the strength of a God, but even a God is subject to
the mind blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me by submitting
to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated wedlock which you very
much desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your honey gate. How could I
ever resist thee Delilah? Certainly at your behest, I bequeath my awesome and
divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands, and see that
there never was nor can ever be, a warm resting place for your wearied head like
these lovely hands of mine designed like a pillow fit for a Prince.
Categories:
samson, bible,
Form:
Prose Poetry
SAMSON
There was a young man named Samson
Who was strong, rugged and handsome
He had hair curly and long
That made him exceedingly strong
But a haircut was the demise of Samson
Categories:
samson, betrayal, bible,
Form:
Limerick
SAMSON 2
Samson killed a thousand men
With the jawbone of an ass
There was no other man alive
In mighty Samson's class
But his strength departed from him
After all was done and said
Because a lady named Delilah
Shaved mighty Samson's head
Curtis Moorman
1 September 2014
Categories:
samson, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Dearest,
There would be no nightfalls
thereunto your eyes but partly goosebumps
nor would be nightscapes along your brows
even an inch above their shorelines
where darkness heaves
no. When shadows dance in tip-toed pirouette to the tune of your hairfall
whose breaths breathe nothing but the fumes from your sigh.
You are but a psalm
the Tibetan monks hymn and a mantis prays with a vengeance
for three full moons bedecked with diphthongs and rhymes
only to show beyond doubt
that every squint of the lids of your eyes
is proof of all the gods' existence.
There are no sundowns
thereunder your limbs but scarcely woundscars
nor dimlights throughout the length of your nape
all the more onto its coastline
where thoughts
bloom. When crickets perch and croon
whose hymn chants heretofore each syllable of your name.
My breathe rests each time your eyes meet mine, my love,
for nothing falls thereto except my heart.
Tears herewith,
Samson
Author's note: Finalist September Poetrysoup International Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Poetrysoup
Categories:
samson, devotion, mother
Form:
Free verse
Samson Of the Bible
From the Bible, is the story of Samson.
He lived an incredible life that really happened!
He was to be a Nazrite, and set apart!
His hair was to grow long, from the start!
He was to deliver Israel from their enemy throughout!
This was what his mission was all about!
He destroyed the lion and bear with his bare hands!
And sent burning foxes throughout the enemy lands!
He destroyed a thousand! With the jawbone of an ass!
God had given him such an incredible task!
With his strength, came temptation’s call!
And soon, his whole life took a fall!
The strength from God had departed from him!
Now, there was no one who could help him!
Ridiculed and mocked, he became a slave.
He couldn’t free himself, no matter what he gave.
He was brought before the Philistine’s temple.
Mocked and whipped to set as an example.
He cried out to God, for help that hour…
God gave him the strength and the power!
The temple came crashing down all around him!
Now, there was just rubble that surround him!
May this be a lesson, that speaks to me and you!
God is not fooled, no matter what we try to do!
We can act like we have everything we needed!
Without God, our life is never completed!
May we not compromise what God has given!
And walk in his strength, each day we’re livin’!
By Jim Pemberton
Categories:
samson, bible, christian, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
The thug’s greedy plan was ill-fated.
“Beware of the dog!” the sign stated.
Sharp teeth pierced his butt.
He screamed, “Get off, mutt!”
Desire to steal quickly abated.
For Samson, fame was just beginning.
This brave dog would set the world spinning
with such doughty deeds,
supplying the needs
of many while great kudos winning.
He quickly developed the power
to fly. There exists not ONE tower
inhabited by
trapped ladies who sigh.
Now all the bad guys hide and cower.
This thug-throttling canine has muscle.
He comes out on top in a tussle,
but he’s brilliant too.
To Mensa* he’s new.
Competing with him, humans hustle.
This grand rise to fame was engendered
when Samson so actively hindered
an evil guy's plan.
Now many a fan
admires him for services rendered.
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He-dog--canine version of "he-man"
*Mensa is the largest and oldest high IQ society in the world.
In an annual Mensa competition, usually held in April, Mensa teams from around the U.S. and Canada compete within their local geographic area.
March 16, 2022
Categories:
samson, dog, hero, smart,
Form:
Limerick
When Orpheus sang on his flute
All Nature listened falling mute
But when Samson sang
It sounded like a bang
That sleeping babies woke up with a jolt
Categories:
samson, children, irony, Lullaby,
Form:
Limerick
Samson
I dream of the summer, when
We slept soundly and so did the city
Like a doll, you never changed
The scissors mocked me;
“Never to cut, never to cut”, they chant
We were tethered by the book we read
My bookmark was always ahead of yours,
On the night side table, hiding the bible
We took glasses of milk and went to bed
You woke up once for a slice of toast
Your whisper in my ear,
“don’t call me love, you’ll make me melt”
Like that, we swore affinity
The night the mice crept out from their holes
For the brie you left on your plate
We wore caps to sleep in;
The stars were falling on our heads
I heard you dream one night of the mice:
They nibbled on our ears and sang softly of the wind;
No one had responded to our ‘lost cat’ poster
Mid-July, we awoke with cold sweats
To the fear of miserable failure rotting our dreams
Our anxieties wore us down to the bone
I, pulling my beauty and worries with every strand
You, taking each plucked hair back off my pillow
September made me bitter;
August made me love more
Under white light, your hair looked red
The dull scissors under lucent bulbs
And Samson,
You cut my hair to give me strength, not take it away
Categories:
samson, absence, age, anxiety, body,
Form:
Lyric
Delilah: Samson, why do you imprison my love in the dungeon of mistrust?
the hypnotism of my succulent breasts and the soothing and soft
feel of my moist lips, your stolid heart betrays.
You truly do have the strength of a god, but even a god is subject
to the mind-blowing caresses of a goddess. Prove your love to me
by submitting to just this nagging request, and our much anticipated
wedlock which you earnestly desire will be certain.
Samson: Your words turn me on as much as the moist feel of your
honey gate. How could I ever resist thee Delilah? certainly at your
behest, I bequeath my awesome and divine strength.
Delilah: Then rest your troubled head on the comfort of my massaging hands,
and see that there never was, nor can ever be, a warm resting place
for your wearied head like these lovely hands of mine designed like
a pillow fit for a Prince.
Categories:
samson, bible,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I would sit at his feet
When he’d rest for a spell
From his task of plowing
That looked like pure hell
Now his voice was so soft
And his manners were the best
Wearing overalls and brogans
With a huge muscled chest
Said his folks used to work
For some gentleman whose now passed on
When him and his brothers
Would always pick those pecans
The old man always halved them
He said with a big smile
And you know how it is boy
Cause you’re a little child
Ain’t nothing no better
When it’s pecan picking time
No matter how high up
One’s body had to climb
The crunch of that meat
Wow, it just drove me insane
And the meat was mighty tasty
If them trees got sufficient rain
He’d laugh and tell other tales
Then say, well time for work
And click his lips together
And give the reins a little jerk
Old George knew the routine
Lord that mule’s gotta be smart
And Samson the colored man
Would have another row to start
The old man had been doing it
Ever since time began
He said that was the reason
He now was just an old man
His smile showed missing teeth
But he really didn’t care
With salt and pepper shades
Sprinkled throughout his hair
And me right behind him
Bursting clods with my toes
As the sun begins to sink
At the end of the rows
Categories:
samson, farm,
Form:
Free verse
But a brush and a touch, one parting more.
Delilah, Moon-girl, you stole my strong light.
I, your Sun-boy, am shorn having blackout,
but remember my close shaves, the honey
and dead days, my foes jaw-struck,
as the long-winded she-ass brays in my ear.
With influence silverish, drowning golden locks,
the egg-eating fish-god wins for a period
till dawn's yellow meets me at the next round.
I shake gold pillars in Dagon's stone temple
where uncut spectators are dying to taunt me
but what do I care for I know you await me,
At noon I burn for you,
at nightfall I sigh for you, O Delilah.
Categories:
samson, analogy, longing, moon, sun,
Form:
Free verse
I lay there in a daze
watching you sleep
with thoughts racing in my head
as I was trying
to memorize your face.
I just wanted to hold you,
Wishing that I could show you how I feel
for it might be the last chance..
the last day together
one moment I would cherish forever
I know tomorrow
I'll be watching you walk away,
not wanting you to go..
but I must and I have to find the strength somehow,
To kiss your lips goodbye...
Categories:
samson, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/the-strength-of-samson
The children of Israel, standing tall
Jericho and conquests beyond the fall
Possessing Canaan, equipped to defend
Tribes of twelve, of which they descend
From Joshua’s death to the Promised Land
False gods worshipped at every command
Returning to evil ways unpleasantly
God promised judges to bring victory
Israelites oppressed, Philistines of power
The appearing of an angel in a timely hour
The bearing of a son, promised to occur
Delivery from Philistines, was told to her
A chance of hope, not rendered forlorn
Unto mother and father Samson was born
A roaring lion of enemy plans
Samson seized the strength of his hands
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
samson, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
Categories:
samson, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Free verse