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 'neath sun’s gold
for chartreuse vines fly the west wind's bend,
enlightenment seeps in roots to hold
as yarrow's pink kisses blown to mend.
Susan Ashley
August 13, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsor: Mark Toney
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 face in freckled frown,
though light falsely owned in Sun reflected.
Few seasons counted in scarecrow's race,
lonely journey, long eons moon must know.
She left locked ever more in Earth's embrace,
while he lay fallen soon in Winter's snow.
Jealous moon keeps watch o'er his button eyes,
from Venus, Mars, and star's envied night skies.
22 October 2019 - New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest -Sponsored by Emile Pinet
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 garden,
wont you plant those earthly seeds?
When she started to undress
all I could say was ooh la la
My friends said I'd be lucky
to become her kid’s pa pa
My zipper it was broken
In her hand it began to freeze
I really wanted to escape
but she had me on my knees
It’s true she had set her trap
my broke fly was just desert
Yes if she had opened it
I’m convinced it would have hurt
It seems my human nectar
would keep her skin elastic
As I gazed upon her face
I watched it crack like plastic
So I ran away screaming
from this ancient alien surprise
Thankfully I wasn’t crushed
With those lucious Venus thighs
For Anthony Slauzen's Ancient Alien Contest
Written January 6, 2018
if flowers write about love storms
and the moon obeys the heart’s blaze
would you, O Dawn’s King
become my forever flame ~
the wild-blue fire,
finger-locking our besotted souls…
aching obsessively to taste
the sacred warmth
from the Asclepius arms
of Cephisesus’ spring river
ricocheting and reflecting
the burning desire we breathe…
and I listen ~ in amatory silence,
to your voiced whispers
the slow, soft velour laughter
as you caress my sky
with poetic phrases ~
igniting this ink to release
blooms spooned with fervent sighs
lines linear against
the hysterical history
of hurt without healing…
but if only the petals
floating and
frolicking in the wind
could empathize
with how my lips thirst
with flares of jealous heat ~
wanting desperately
to be the trembling skin
the only zephyr
that touches your smooth silk fever…
O pursuer of pressed passion
my reason to remain alive
relinquish into the orchard
of rooted, clandestine utopia,
where I savor the luscious liqueur
spilling from the titillating tips
of scribbled Shizuka ~
kiss me when the sun sleeps
feel me when the Venus stars awake
dress me in dancing darkness.
I will be the violet spark
to your electromagnetic light…
take me beyond time
eviscerate the
evil threads of illusion
unchain the steel of
our imprisoned pages,
let the words flow as one..
for my heartbeat now
is the sober mirror to your pulse
nevermore remembering
the final glimpse
of an irreversible ending…
** inspired by the artwork The birth of Venus, Sandro Botticelli ~
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 colors are all blended in each
His desk they decorate in striking poses
Hope these will do the trick and his passion beseech
But then I remember his strong chocolate craving
Godiva treats I purchase and spare no expense
Set beside roses, surely he’ll be raving
He’ll be home in an hour; I can’t bear the suspense
When the door opens, I am wearing a teddy
The Valentine card he takes with a gloomy look
When he sees his desk, he wails, “Enough already!”
And he doesn’t even try my straps to unhook
How puzzled I feel when he says, “We have to talk”
No, he hadn’t forgotten this lovers’ holiday
Into his small closet he suggests we should walk
He seems so depressed; I’d expected a hooray
Piled high in the closet are all occasion gifts
Gaudy Christmas sweaters and tons of chocolate hearts
He can’t find his clothes and between us grows a rift
To sort through this maze, he would need a detailed chart
“Take all this stuff with you and please just leave my home
In fact, I’ll pay your expenses to relocate
And be sure to take that hideous garden gnome
Make it snappy, will you? I have a date at eight!”
*For Joyce’s “Emotional Response” contest
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 faces ~
This colloquy within my own souls revelations
As the mist before my eyes begins to clear
And the lighthouse of truth, as truth is, begins to appear
Castaway phantoms walking upon the waters
Beckoning unto me all of their beauties ~
Their irreplaceable hopes and dreams....
Transcending the tangibles, amid an unproportional world
The relevancies of every life, speaking unto me
As a warm tear rolls down my face
While Jupiter explodes, before my eyes ~
Impaling my spirit with these impeccable purities....
Sublime; as I walk further into the swishing swirling currents
Toward the fathoms of acceptances understandings
Taking their precious hands, as the moon smiles upon their, glow ~
Born anew, within this panoramic and palindrome view....
Embracing their beating breathing hearts~These creations!
Turning back the tides of time; castaways no more
For it is all of life that I see now, deep inside the splendor
The wonders of whom they are, each, as a precious jewel ~
Awakened, amid these implosive clarities....
As the stars cross the fading brumous night
Standing here with the white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet, forever ~
Glancing beyond the repetitions of this champagne sea
Phantasms of once thought lore, smiling as they come alive
Lessons learned, and shifting dunes, of truths unfold....
While these rubies as tears, fall, from the corners of my sight
Marking my cheeks, unto their graves of what used to be
Slightly quivering lips; as these endless wells of emotion, arise inside
Realizing, how much I truly care, for each and every one, of their lives ~
Mars, now embracing Venus with, an everlasting kiss....
~ Of ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Unconditional Love! ~
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 faces ~
This colloquy within my own souls revelations
As the mist before my eyes begins to clear
And the lighthouse of truth, as truth is, begins to appear
Castaway phantoms walking upon the waters
Beckoning unto me all of their beauties ~
Their irreplaceable hopes and dreams....
Transcending the tangibles, amid an unproportional world
The relevancies of every life, speaking unto me
As a warm tear rolls down my face
While Jupiter explodes, before my eyes ~
Impaling my spirit with these impeccable purities....
Sublime; as I walk further into the swishing swirling currents
Toward the fathoms of acceptances understandings
Taking their precious hands, as the moon smiles upon their, glow ~
Born anew, within this panoramic and palindrome view....
Embracing their beating breathing hearts~These creations!
Turning back the tides of time; castaways no more
For it is all of life that I see now, deep inside the splendor
The wonders of whom they are, each, as a precious jewel ~
Awakened, amid these implosive clarities....
As the stars cross the fading brumous night
Standing here with the white washing tides
Carrying away the sands beneath my feet, forevermore ~
Glancing beyond the repetitions of this champagne sea
Phantasms of once thought lore, smiling as they come alive
Lessons learned, and shifting dunes, of truths unfold....
While these rubies as tears, fall, from the corners of my sight
Marking my cheeks, unto their graves of what used to be
Slightly quivering lips; as these endless wells of emotion, arise inside
Realizing, how much I truly care, for each and every one, of their lives ~
Mars, now embracing Venus with, an everlasting kiss....
~ Of ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ Unconditional Love! ~
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 courage as the jewels of heaven glow
May the oracles flaunty furnish our embrace of eternities echo
And thus our love will flourish for the petals of desire bestow.
June.22.2018
Seven lines of romantic heaven
Sponsored by: Silent One
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 of my birthright
as a citizen among the searching population at
the address of Poetry — twin to the Soul — more
fertile for vines from the heart, more welcoming to
the orchards of Imagination, always ripe with songs.
Today’s afternoon was spent planting a grove of pink
dogwood saplings and sapphire iris bulbs nearby...
so someday they will bask in light, feeling winds
and us, too, walking past in admiration,sprinkling
our words of appreciation across the earth over their
roots. Birds sound dearly above as the dusk nears.
I work until the first sight of winking Venus...then,
take pages and pens with a flashlight under my tent
of sheets revealing on the net, a broad company
of my sister and brother poets, recounting — each
one of us — the full scenes of our day’s graced hours,
by words to one another, from pains to joys, all-
reaching, from solitary into community, supporting,
learning...expressive, in wonder, hoping to know
the sounding rise of the Voice within, and ever
thankful for a promise of a flight on eagle’s wings.
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(c)sally Young eslinger 2/5/2021
Thanks be to God and to PoetrySoup, all of you
I dreamt it in stone
whilst I softly slept
unhurried thoughts
as others wept
exist as one
that is the dream
but the dream is undone
kneeling and wretched
prostrate on the ground
serene and believing
salvation found
by the light of the moon
it's possible to see
the most favoured
most becoming
version of me
I've taken up space
fashioned as ornate
with no way to speak
as a protected state
but thoughts run rife
impossible to still
what bodies can't encapsulate
within the shape that they fill
my bones tell a story
my mind doesn't understand
I agreed wholeheartedly
as horizons are scanned
let me be enveloped by the sandman
lost in a faraway stare
just outside of time
perhaps my purpose lies there
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 love,
to bring desire, passion and bliss divine;
but I am of dreams and from high above,
oh dreamer, lets stargaze laying supine.
The gold moon shining on us is fleeting,
for already the birds stir in the trees;
soon dreamer, the dawn- we will be greeting,
my love, I must leave you on the morn's breeze.
And you will awake dreamer- with charm;
soon, a lady will be holding your arm.
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Oh Cupid, luscious whiff of magic love,
when "love" comes it is a blissful feeling;
I lay in bed gazing at stars above,
Cupid, spread your wings and bring my darling.
Oh Cupid, rejoice with a flourish blow,
our love grows more intense and more divine;
sexy seductress Venus you should know,
you are sublime- like a fresh spring design.
Oh Cupid, find your petals to throw down,
from candles lit- a whiff wafts in the breeze;
and skies open . . . flowers make a love crown,
for seeing my Venus fills me with ease.
Shall we share this sweet enduring impact;
for to your love- I will always react
Written: October 15, 2022
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 sailed a large boat.
A red light flashing every now and then.
Was it in distress? Was there something wrong?
She phoned for help the harbour manager of the bay.
Soon small ships raced to the yacht,
The captain cursed himself for forgetting the flares.
Still with help of all, the yacht was towed to harbour
And all was safe and sound.
The feverous glow of growing sunrise,
Reminded the captain to thank his rescuer.
And what a sight it was to see the beauty
Spying on her luxury yacht.
She was invited to dinner on the boat
And love was in the air. And why not?
She was a Venus descended from up above.
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!
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Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Dated 28th May 2021
"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 pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
Tombs begin to bloom like raw, bloodless wounds.
Tomes are written with truths of her dead moon’s
tones. A keening lunacy keeps the dirges alive, while
bones rise out of repose. A degloved hand on the dial
hones into a night rainbow's radio, she runs on solar,
hopes for the rhythm to wrench free from her toller—
copes with the captivity of being bodiless hands. Twilight
comes to chance escape—open palms toward birthright.
Coves burst into flame; a hungry fire wants holier water.
Coven circles, recovers the skinless limbs of their daughter.
Woven like song, sirens' balm to restore coats of missing arms,
women are spells read correctly, using words as our alarms,
woken to language, resurrecting ancient pairs of sacred charms.