Best Venus Poems

O, weeping willow shed your sorrow
on whispering breeze to soothe your grief
within whose breath's a healing yarrow
to whisk away tears upon your leaf.

Sweet rustling zephyr embraced in sway
as misty-eyes sigh mournful wind-song,
a wistful heart in bosom ballet
with shadows dancing as currents throng.

Weep not, soulful shimmer...

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Imagine my surprise
she was from outer space
I never would have known
by looking at her face

She had that Rocket Body
with those oh so perfect curves
Her voice was mighty sweet
and she had exquisite toes

I wanted to make her happy
by listening to her needs
She said "come to my...

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A single red, heart-shaped balloon isn’t enough
So I splurge and buy fourteen adorned by cupid
I tie them to the chair of my beloved “Hot Stuff”
To think mere balloons might please him would be stupid

So I search and search for the grandest tea roses
His favorite warm...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and inside of my heart

Communing with a chromatic collage of endless...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and inside of my heart

Communing with a chromatic collage of endless...

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Venus in View


Oh, megalithic moon, shine your rays upon my beatific being
For in this jubilant June, our hearts aflutter forever fleeing
My Venus stands still, a Goddess of the crimson songful sky
Within a throbbing thrill, my love comes in with a soulful shy
Oh Aphrodite grant me...

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Collaboration, Constance La France First Sonnet, and, second Sonnet Sotto Poet

Dreamer, can you feel my kiss on your cheek,
the flutter of my hands upon your hair;
my sweet aura is one of great mystique,
the fragrance of flowers drift in the air.

Dreamer, you called upon Cupid for...

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She sat on a small window bench 
Her head resting on her hand
Looking out into the dark glooming
As the silvery moon rose to shine 
On the rippling waves of the bay.

It seems she was winkling at her.
Telling her not to give up hope,

On the horizon...

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Viciously, infernally incredibly hot, is its dominance
Excitedly referred to as ‘Women come from Venus”,
Naturally, Roman Goddess of beauty and love, ingenious,
Unsure of falling in love with Venus, no water I fear,
Seduced by folklore, don’t become a foolish Pioneer!

Contest Info : "planet"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Dated 28th May...

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"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."

often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one

she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her...

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(TWIN FLAMES)

Like he pleaded for your friendship
Let’s say he did, alright he did!
Polite rejection would be great,
But all those “hellos” were as fake
He thought being true was good enough,
And hoped by her life would look up.
As in his mind was the thought born,
It there did...

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I want the sun
Served on a dish of silver and gold
Carved by the skilled hands of Hephaestus. 

Pick up Mount Olympus
Place it down at my feet
Adore me in all heavenly glory. 

Take all the sea salts to powder my hair
Make the lilies not die at...

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A straw man stood fixed upon timber firm, 
gazing at Autumn's gilded, moonlit prize.
He, the king of Earth and the winding worm,
she, the pale darling of cold starry skies.

Left in fallow field of harvest' soiled gown, 
with sun bleached woolen coat so neglected.
Besotted by her...

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For My Sister and Brother  Poets

Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a 
sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of 

the confinement of my assigned nativity...then
 seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go

settle, an immigrant, in the more fertile territory 
of Meanings, trusting a disclosure...

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Episode 1

Enter Fire Ball

Can I help being curvaceous and bold, 
Or so I’ve been told,
Can I help it, if I get a visual massage,
Daily compliments, in fact a barrage!
I was born a beauty, and to only preen
Always to be seen as pristine!
In fact I’m an...

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