Best Temptation Poems
Temptation Itches On All Living Things
Temptation itches on all living things
often nobody knows just how it stings,
not the icky-glues in its sticky pastes
nor the rotten fruits in its wasted wastes.
She the vixen nobody could resist
her vanishing pleasures - elusive mists,
long legs descend from heavenly skies
later, such dark pains in lamented cries.
Victim once thought to be heavenly bound
lost, voiceless, no understandable sound,
finds temptress, sexy wares designed to win
she that siren alluring to all men.
You scratch that itch, risking your own peril,
finding wounds that can never be sterile!
12-15- 2016
For Daniel Turner's , What Was I Thinking, Contest
15 December 2016
Last verse inspiration, from his poem "Between the Lines
Couplet sonnet
Rhyme Scheme: a a – b b – c c – d d – e e – f f – g g
10 syllables each line.
Your smile, Your eyes I can't deny that I want to try something that I know I shouldn't.
I'm tempted to touch, to kiss, to go to another level with someone who doesn't even
belong to me. It's hard sometimes when I remember that feeling, I'm shy but I can be
crazy if I need to. I can't let that person escape from my soul because then I might try
to do something I will have no control over so stop looking my way. I can't control
these urges, Let alone stop thinking about what I want to do. Your making it hard for me
to walk away. Easy for me to stop pretending. It's so easy to just say I want you, It's
a physical attraction nothing more nothing less. So I close my eyes and get myself in
check. But slowly as I open them you can see temptation on my tongue rolling all over
me. I want to stop but I also want to go. Please temptation please please let me go. I
don't want to do this but then I see your face and oh I can't believe your doing this to
me. I hurry and run the other way, A street where you can't catch me. I need to survive
but i'm breathing hard, sweat dripping down my neck this is what I crave for so
temptation is lust. A sweet tasty drip of affection from someone that I shouldn't be
desiring to taste. But I want this and some how my body slaves for this, I need this.
Thus begins the chase of temptation a race I might not win.
Form:
(A Passionate Scribble)
Form of Poetry-Tri-fall
A CASTLE OF TEMPTATION
Proudly standing amidst three lochs, verdant hills
a Castle enciente breathing beauty but sadly chants
passed feuds sparking battles having harried their foe
and it's demise caused by Frigates cannonball screams.
Colonel MacRae-Gilstrap rebuilds now redeemed:
stoned arch bridge supersede the sea highway flow,
circular stairs and ceilings with coat of arms grants
changes made but its history today remains still
Tourists not deterred by ghost tales scary extreme
But await they exercise for imaginations to show
the setting, a romantic reincarnation that enchants
attracted lovers to celebrate their matrimonial thrill
Eilean Donan Castle in its stunning reachable location
pose the Western Highlands of Scotland a temptation.
Written by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo and James Andrew Fraser
8:46 pm; August 18, 2015
A Palindrome, also called Mirrored Poetry, is a poetry type not listed, so I put it under Free Verse. If anyone finds a better categoy for this please let me know. Thomas
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Temptation
Temptation
And **** replaced love
Day after day
We are bombarded
Sex and beauty
Objects over heart
Thoughts lustful, confused reality
Isolation supplanted communication
Clouds out move clarity
Facade my life
~Redemption~
Life my facade
Clarity move out clouds
Communication supplanted isolation
Reality confused lustful thoughts
Heart over objects
Beauty and sex
Bombarded are we
Day after day
Love replaced **** and
Temptation
I see this perfect moon-lit night
with million heart-shaped stars in sight
ill-clad with none but drooping leaves
a fig-tree fraught with a disease
its beauty once majestic spoilt
in battle lost ‘gainst arid soil
Against all odds with all its might
a lone fig struggling to the light
I near the tree with footsteps sure
and marvel at perfection pure
a beauty of blue-blooded type
abstained for years I match its ripe
Then common sense lets turmoil in
footsteps once sure now uncertain
like Eve had been that first aeon
I’m gripped twixt hard rock and a stone:
like angels do, with caution tread
or foolishly go right ahead?
I gaze to heav’n the slightest while
a star winks with the merest smile
I wink back once, fig’s beauty draws
no human born without its flaws
entranced, I reach to nature’s art
a softness settles in my heart
I’m awestruck by my juicy dish
on first bite I will make a wish
I pare my find with great aplomb
perfection glows within its womb
I wish upon my luscious feast
well soon I too would be deceased
The love was pure twixt you and me
from knee-high way past puberty
your final gift bore on bent knee
aware your last meal it would be
our fig we shared with great delight
first you, then me, alternate bites
Heart’s softness hardens, deeply torn
a lone tear in each eye is born
they multiply, become yet more
in memory of our days of yore
this perfect fig brought none but pain
no fig will pass my lips again
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Do not tempt me so with this life
I have left all behind
It was too much to be a perfect wife
It had become one big strife
The stone wheel in which my soul did grind
Do not tempt me so with this life
Amongst these mountains I do not strive
No chains are here that could bind
It was too much to be a perfect wife
Idle life, why do I yearn for a busy hive
I have left behind mankind
Do not tempt me so with this life
My raging mind in tranquil pool did dive
Peace and enchantment here combined
It was too much to be a perfect wife
My soul seems dead not alive
Oh why did I leave behind mankind
Do not tempt me so with this life
It was too much to be a perfect wife
There once were mermaids hailing from Crete
The Aegean Sea they'd rule so sweet
They'd enchant with their chant
Dull the rant when heard 'can't'
For them not a match was Hercules' fleet
The sea'd get wild and tumultuous
The men unruly rambunctious
With strength superhuman
Hercules 'gainst omen
Down went the men less than virtuous
AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on July 27, 2019 for contest TWO SEA THEMED LIMERICKS sponsored by TANIA KITCHIN
This guilt I feel consumes me
I want to let it out
But I'm terrorfied of the consequences...
I gave into temptation
And now I pay the price...
I'm so sorry for what I've done
I pray that this isn't the end
I pray that you can forgive me
And we can still have our happily ever after...
One single thought runs through my head
Over and over again...
I know what I need to do
To finally get peace of mind
But once again I'm consumed with fear...
Fear of what you'll think
Fear of what you'll do - what this will mean
I messed up! That's all there is to it!
And all I can say is
I'm so deeply, deeply sorry!
God was testing me
And I failed horribly!
Now I'm living in regret
I'm completely stuck!
Show me where to go from here
Tell me what I'm suppose to do now...
How do I make this right?
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so deeply sorry!
For this incredibly stupid thing I've done
Now I'm at your mercy...
I can only hope and pray
That you can forgive me
Please stay here with me,
Please dont run away
apples overhang the orchard wall,
sun-kissed drapes now about to fall.
hedgerows ablaze with succulent sweets
will-power melts in a crumble
inspired by Constance's contest
T ~ is for the twist and turns I made to get you girl
E ~ be the excitement of picking your red rose
M ~ makes for a magical mystery carpet ride
P ~ for the powerful urge to kiss you and not question why
T ~ is telling me," don’t you worry, it’s OK"
A ~ means take advantage before it’s too late
T ~ comes back around to taunt, "it's alright"
I ~ say I must taste your sweet delights
O ~ means open up, I'm coming in... after all what's the sin
N ~ is a natural desire from our soul within
In the darkness of midnight and terror,
When I toss and turn in my bed;
With tears and a memory of error,
On a pathway of sin I have fled.
In my mind there are visions I'd banish,
The truths of the deeds I have done;
For I beg and ask that they vanish,
And they vanish, all except one.
That one with a sigh like the splendor,
Of the moon in the midnight skies;
That one with a magic so tender,
That one with a trance in his eyes.
He comes close in his loving beauty,
With languid, indolent grace;
And my heart won't do its duty,
When I look at the light in his face.
He caresses my face and I quiver,
And tremble with exquisite pains;
He sighs like the wind on the river,
And blood rushes fast through my veins.
He half smiles in amorous fashion,
And kisses with soft tender touch;
He holds me with power and passion,
In his arms I love him so much.
Oh phantom of sad unrelenting,
Fly back to the darkness and sod;
Always too dear for repenting,
Yet standing between me and my God.
If in a dream I should meet him,
And kiss those lips I love well;
So dear in my arms I would greet him,
And melt in the fires of hell.
When I see those eyes,
They’re filled with lifeless lies.
It’s no wonder his skin is like ice.
He tells me, “Come closer,”
His promise of wealth wins me over,
But then I see the black blood running through his veins.
He says, “Five years, then it’s time for more games.”
It’s now year six,
This monster finds comfort in the pain he inflicts.
The tormenting things I’ve seen,
His toxicity poisoning my dreams.
It leaves me in a cold, wet sweat.
He steals me away because of a forgotten debt,
My pleas and sorrows pave the path to his inferno.
In the distance I see a burrow,
He leads me down the dark, wet cave,
Fires emerge- I find myself wishing for my grave,
They bathe my eyes, I shut them tight,
But he promises that the fires won’t bite.
I gaze into his Hell engulfed in raging flames,
The fires beckon me closer with their playful games.
My muscles tense and my body aches as his evils fill a dense lake,
The bodies swimming give me life.
I begin to see that maybe he’s all right.
I feel my body start to change,
A wave of power surges my derange.
This Hell pries open up my eyes,
It shows me all of his lifeless lies.
It chills me to my very core,
Just one sip from the sea of dead- and then I will be no more.
The new air I breathe,
The new scent I smell,
It’s almost as if the Earth is now Hell.
He fooled me just once, but the reward so sweet,
Prepare for a fight- I can’t be beat.
He thinks I’m grateful, but he shouldn’t hold his breath,
Remember, “You have the black blood, I have the red.”
The fury I have is stronger yet,
He’s about to regret that forgotten debt.
I’m losing control as reality slips,
This boiling being flips the switch.
I see a reflection- surely it can’t be me,
Those must be his lifeless eyes rippling back at me.
My stomach twists and my head spins,
But I’m on a mission that requires a win.
I’m in a dark hole- there’s no turning back,
With one swift whack, I put a knife in his back.
It’s another sordid workplace affair
Organized by the dashing and flamboyant Pierre
There should be a warning to beware
Bad week to start any diet – o what despair
Millions of calories everywhere
On one side a mountain of chocolate éclair
On the other a huge tray of Camembert
It was hard enough to squeeze my derriere
Half-way out of this big cozy armchair
Till I managed to park myself elsewhere
Next to the cheese tray I do declare
There’s more than enough to share
I volunteered to sample so let them stare
Trying to look casually debonair
As my butt widens with each bite I’m aware
No one ever said life is fair
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on November 19, 2018 for contest WRITE A POEM ABOUT CHEESE sponsored by BARRY STEBBINGS - RANKED 8TH
The opposition calls like intuition,
from down the halls to the master's kitchen.
Her knees are rocking cheddar cheese blocks,
and when she walks you hear Pop Rocks.
Her eyes are made of ribeye steaks.
Her lips are whipped cream topped chocolate cakes.
Her cheeks are stuffing with a gravy blush.
Her neck is a lamb chop, long and lush.
Her chest is dressed with fried chicken strips.
Her hips swivel with potato chips.
Her legs, saturated in maple bacon.
Her stomach, a malt drink, freshly shaken.
Her arms are sausage kabobs, super-sized.
Her ears are cream cookies, finely disguised.
Her hair boasts alfredo soaked spaghetti strands.
She holds a loaded potato with open hands.
She knows your struggles and echoes your taste,
never minding the size of your waist.
You want to break free and finally be thin,
but she follows you sweetly with that whipped topping grin.