Best Suitors Poems
In times of old when manners mattered
Suitors came to court young daughters
'Twas up to he the head, the father
To chose a husband for his daughter
At times the father's chose for wealth
Strength in character,tall and stealth
Did not matter if she be smitten
He'd take her hand, as it was written
The mother of the daughter tried
To steer and guide the father's mind
In the end he chose what was best
She'd learn to love him like the rest.
The first was handsome and direct,
and try he did to please--
with bright bouquets of fragrant gems,
in hopes my heart to seize.
I gathered from his grand approach
that beauty was his charm,
to bloom a bond through gorgeous gifts;
in that, I found no harm.
Alas, his blossoms were corrupt;
my love he never took!
What mattered most to him was how
my presence made him look.
I promptly left his vanity
to seek a love refined,
and highly hoped the next to claim
my hand would better shine.
The second suitor came to me
and promised me his heart,
and with that gesture he assured
that we would never part.
His heart enkindled love in me
and fervent was that fire.
He showered me with earnest heat,
for that was my desire.
Alas, his love grew sweltering;
too much was his embrace!
His rays were most enjoyable,
but left me little space.
I fled from his tenacity
to seek a milder mate,
though quickly did the next arrive
and fall for my estate!
The third was gracious and composed,
so like the first, I thought.
I wondered what concerned him: did
he seek the love I sought?
He greeted me and then revealed
with haste a hazel dress.
I donned the warmly colored gown;
his love he then confessed.
Alas, three months is all it took
for me to hate his leaves!--
those times he swayed into the dusk
to secret love receive.
One night, he stripped me of my gown;
our love diffusely fell.
He left me bare with but despair
to chill my hollow shell.
There came another, clothed in white,
while I was still remote.
He asked if he could comfort me,
then cloaked me with his coat.
Though beautiful, it gave no warmth,
for he himself was cold.
I wondered if he once endured
a love's uncertain hold.
I tightly held his frigid form
and spoke with words sincere:
Our love will one day find a match;
for now, please persevere.
I gently shed his frosty coat
from my rekindled core,
then boldly sauntered towards the first
with hopeful buds restored.
Spring's Suitors
spring floral dress falls
preening bare, she shakes it all
clouds vie to bring rain
connie pachecho
3/23/17
There once was a girl from Charlotte
Rumors spread that she is a harlot
She was loose in her ways
And perhaps her suitors did pay
Would it be better if free tomorrow Scarlet
Where are my suitors, are there none?
I’m a proper lady,I’m educated and come
from a good family as well. We may not be
rich but we are rich in love and affection.
Oh there there you are. You are very
handsome and tall with broad shoulders.
I’ve seen you before. You come a well
off family. And you now seek a wife.
But wait………………………………,,
Why have you raised a curious brow
in my direction? I see hesitation,
Am I not good enough for you, kind Sir?
I know that you are wealthy, but can
riches hold you or wrap its arms around you?
I may not be the handsomeness woman
by far, but my beauty is not superficial.
It comes from the inside out. Notice my
inner beauty and it will suffice.
My station in life may be lower that yours
kind Sir, but we’re are equals all the same.
Alexis Y.
10/15/2020
Patrimonia’s beauty fooled men, who focused on her companions
Two wolves with enormous heads, who seemed ominously frightful.
Potential suiters did what they could to try to get past them
Not realizing the wolves were not the most dangerous of the three
Hair of auburn, amber eyes with golden glints, Patrimonia was magic.
Her skin was as delicate as her heart was unforgiving and diabolical.
Like a giant recluse spider, she ate men up one feeling at a time,
Tossing them over the castle gates after they were gasping for air.
Her girlish figure, and her satin gowns practically screamed princess.
Fearful of her guardians, not realizing both wolves were terrified of her.
Each male had to learn for himself, for they each wanted to believe
That beauty and goodness walk together
Sunbather's Suitors
she's
sunning
sandy shores
sea shells smiles
strain
connie pachecho
7/19/17
There were two Suitors
Who loved otherwise
In their own ways
One loved because
He desired to give
The other loved because
He sought to receive
The one who gave
Sought the lover’s heart
The one who received
Desired the lover’s flesh
The giver wrote poetry
The receiver knew not the art
The one that pursued the heart
Loved because he loved
The other who craved the bosom
Loved because he wanted offspring
While one empathized
The other was pitiless
The first spoke of his dreams
The latter of the here and now
When Mother asked the lover
Who she would take to her Father
The lover chose the latter
Never be swayed by a woman in need,
For "billing" is her constant creed.
"I'm hungry," "my gas is dry,"
Her words, a drain, a constant sigh.
Rescue not a woman from poverty's grasp,
For she'll seek escape, and leave at last.
Her heart, a calculator, cold and grey,
Values measured in economic way.
Survival tops feelings in her book,
A lady's love, a financial hook.
She seeks a man with deeper pockets still,
A richer partner, her heart's thrill.
No motherly love to nurture and mend,
Her regard for men, their financial trend.
Multiple suitors, a comparative game,
Her independence, a treasure to claim.
Few claim to help, but seek gain,
Interest and advantage, their aim.
Commanders, helpers, or so they say,
But men, beware, for you'll pay.
Men, work harder, be determined too,
Never look to a woman for help, 'tis true.
For in the end, it will go awry,
And leave you drained, with a heavy sigh.