Best Venusian Poems
Belladonnic poison seeps from your eyes,
like an electric serum of Venusian alchemy,
one that paralyzes my sense of pride.
My mind oscillating,
alternating,
your gaze,
annihilating.
An infusion,
Uranium radiating me into half life,
as I look up small to thee.
How can you be my painkiller,
stretching rack,
healer,
and a killer clown surgeon
with a knack for stealing autonomy?
Your touch burns with the fires of Purgatory,
a solar cycle casting elemental ghouls,
in a rogues gallery of impish valkyrie.
Propheting in New Moon phases
of alignment's interferon mightocon cell mining,
beaming morse code anecdotally-
You dress me in the dark's fairie mood ring-collar- manacle- you cause me to wear in my captivity.
Endangered in the midst of your wilds,
from your strange type of phi
that echoes from the voids-
enchantress- third eye.
I flop like a fresh caught fish
in your net of silk, patterned telepathy.
You are a siren, a villain- bewitching
the stormy seas- to shipwreck adventurous souls
and harbor them on your oasiatic Isle, Circe?
So why do I feel saved, even in your captivity.
Turn me into a fattened pig, then,
do as you will,
but be the truffle of my descent
as I forage for delicacy.
Categories:
venusian, art,
Form:
Ballad
How our flame seems to burn
like a wildfire on mountainside
only to become coursed by the wind
changing directions to begin again
All of nature from a distance
across the rivers bank
can only stand in awe
in view of our flaming fury
burning with every touch
melting each to the core
as fusing the finest ores
I am your wick to your lantern
you are my deepest resevoir
of limitless oil....
you are my infinite universe
unexplored spaces
which I can't ignore
my venusian heaven of love...
You are all that....and more
Categories:
venusian, adventure, imagination, love, universe,
Form:
Free verse
There was a Martian, whose name was Fred.
Who had a Venusian girlfriend, who said?
Fred is a ghastly lover.
He will only hover.
He has no feet or hair on his head.
Categories:
venusian, fantasy, funny, imagination, satire,
Form:
Limerick
Emerald shiny baubles
attract wizard eyes ...
Balaam al-Oz
Assyrian acquisitions
be kryptonite-colored vanity
Ownership is an Alexandrian transaction,
a Grecian war rhetoric reaction
Gehazi greedy ...
take all that your Philistine soul see,
as much as your twelve fingers can reach
Sennacherib eyes bald eagle beady,
tilt the full treasure chest pirate empty
Hard diamond negotiator sue for peace,
brook of deceit bubbling sulfuric words acidly
Assyrian babbler
baring the saber sharp tiger teeth
Asking for more and more
shiny baubles ,
more than a Rab-shakeh heart could ever need
Baal belly lust consume:
Pure Pul gluttony, covetous Jareb vomiting
Iscariot greedy ...
betray any and everybody
for the precious metal blood money
Venusian discovery:
Jupiter begat Mars,
typical mythical anti-hero morality
Pharaoh pyramid schemes,
beryl baubles
shining in Caesar’s coffer coffin dreams
Kill the Tyrus body ... then kill the Magog zombie spirit arising:
don't vow pitbull loyalty to a low-born licentious liege
Count the death cost for the Sisera hostile takeover campaign,
calculate the Tartan war price for the protracted siege
Assyrian babbler
don’t wanna pay for the Wall
No more dead presidents
jaded green leaves gon windfall
Assyrian babbler
you’re gonna pay for the Wall
Taxing dead presidents
levee green sacks gon Jericho fall
Assyrian babbler
give the last tour of duty trump call
Categories:
venusian, history, identity, judgement, symbolism,
Form:
Epic
ship docking
on Saturn IV -
Venusian cargo
Categories:
venusian, poems, poetry, science fiction,
Form:
Haiku
Hi, gentle flower.
Good morning to you,
waking from your dreamy slumber.
Like rays of sun light,
your golden petals reach forth to greet the new day.
Glistening in the morning haze with drops of honey kissed dew,
you beckon forth those that would take from you your life renewing nectar,
leaving for you the crystalline promise of renewal from the fertile dust that brings forth the promise of new life.
Gently your limbs bow to the breeze that warms your leaves as the light shines brightly moving from
this side to that,
and the shadows grow long as the day hurries on and the specter of dreams awaits your inevitable slumber.
Twilight ascends in rapid demeanor inviting your satin wings to
enfold you
with whispered silence as you are drawn into deepening sleep.
The day is done and the time has come as darkness sings the
final dirge
that sees you to your
everlasting rest,
never more to cast your Venusian beauty upon the
eyes of the world.
Categories:
venusian, flower,
Form:
Free verse
Here are four survivors of a rocket that had crashed.
For a great distance, they had walked through rain that had splashed
so long, and so hard, that everything was turning white.
The downpour continued steadily through day and night.
“Does it ever stop raining on Venus?” one could ask.
A journey through the planet’s ceaseless rain is a task.
It requires the strongest earthmen to endure the rain;
a challenging test to withstand frustration and pain.
Venusian jungles are thick with vegetation.
Survival is usually of short duration.
The torrential downpour cuts through the trees and the land.
It is steady and so strong. A man can hardly stand.
It’s continual pelting of raindrops on his head.
It does not take long before most men wish they were dead.
On this planet, there is one thing that they would call home.
It is a round, yellow building known as a “sun dome”.
Inside, there’s a man-made plasma giving light and heat;
where it is dry and comfortable, with food to eat.
Thirty days and nights had passed since their space ship was downed.
They blindly tread through the rain until a dome was found.
However, inside, it was dark and cold with no sound.
Gashed holes in the ceiling proved there was no one around
Venusians attacked here and killed everybody.
These creatures were infamous for their savagery.
On the map, another dome was shown to be nearby.
Only a few kilometers away, it would lie.
They would leave in search of the next dome they hoped was near.
Their compass readings were off; their position not clear.
Suddenly, their ship with two dead crewmen would appear.
They had traveled in a circle, causing them great fear.
A dark, ominous, electrical cloud they would see,
spewing thousands of lightning bolts, a monstrosity.
This caused their compasses to show inaccuracy.
The group’s leader yelled “Everybody get down right now”,
but one man stayed up and tried to run away somehow.
He was struck by the lightning, and was burned quite badly.
Remains of this man were charred beyond identity.
The raging storm cost the crew another casualty.
The three remaining men continued on their journey,
blindly hoping a sun dome was in propinquity.
Based on the short story "The Long Rain" by Ray Bradbury
Categories:
venusian, adventure, science fictionrain, men,
Form:
Rhyme
Rounded curves of sensuous bursts
Straight and lean with a boyish gait
Plump begets tenderness means
Oh so short a little sassy please
A woman’s way of Venusian scenes
A woman’s way with Queenly strength
A woman’s way bares astute disposition
A woman’s way relates tidal waves
Sensitive emotions caught on sleeves
Robust play in delightful ways
Guided intuition through unknown dreams
Winsome hearts pours divinely grace
A woman’s way carries a swords blade
A woman’s way holds a rose bud
A woman’s way quenches the dessert sand
A woman’s way burns with creative lust
Categories:
venusian, people,
Form:
Blank verse
given a double whammy
they wanted to double down
on double talk
in the
torrid gust
the summer solstice
its sundry insectile eyes
seething with sultry scorn
in this weather channeled
source of telegenic storms
seasonal shifts are
lost in translation
poisoned neural flowers
the root of
rotting neurosis
the Earth becomes
Venusian
profoundly tragic
hypersonic horses
fly out of the digital barn
they sail over the
northern hemisphere
firing blinding arrows
into the dead brains
The Tropic of Cancer
and Capricorn
relax in the tropics
the Sun lords it
over the equator
precession calmly proceeds
(23.44° is the Magic Number)
all is well
in the best of all
possible
flatlands
Categories:
venusian, dark, earth, humorous, space,
Form:
Free verse
"For the mighty woes
of our desperation,
our much need'd embark,
an appraisal of
valor. I must
lead this army
to uphold virtue."
Prince Alarumdives
strode upon, seeking
the contempt of his
desires. The King and
his bastard portrayal,
left feelings of emptiness,
though closed.
Upon awaiting the
outcome of this
mighty showing, he
did bring forth
the maiden, Geinere.
"Your blasphemies supposed,
confuse me woman.
Conjurer of elementals,
this sudden mise of
war. How you? How
you Geinere?"
"A dove's cry, a
looming hawk, nowhere
to be found, this
bit of fear, for your
filth and dishonor,
I will concede.
I am at no mercy
for you, this meditation
of murder and failing
innocence. . . ."
II.
For the tempest
and its accusal.
The portrayal at
no delay. Be it
sorrowful, melancholic,
poor Geinere, her
burgeoning grave,
the king's declaration.
"Poorest dear, the
gleeful glances you will,
appreach'd of lechery,
this wise King fallen
upon."
""These battles brought
upon this kingdom
from afar. . . the Gods,
surely their vengeance
for this decadence
and disgrace!" Geinere
spoke with Venusian
flame.
"You, oh glorious
you Geinere,
debauched, acts
of such mindful
lusts, betrayal, a
moment's freedom
no more, imprisonment,
mischievous!"
To no delay,
Geinere, under way.
For the mournful
maiden, the deceitful
treachery, so falsely
accused, this bitter
resolution, patience
her virtue.
Geinere, speaking
sharply as her pride
erupted, questioning
the royalty she was
to respect and admire.
"Why, why this unfathomable
beast, and its deafening
capture, the hypocrisy
and its right, falling
from grace, may there
be victory, for my
Prince and his love.
The Gods, I do ask,
betaking repentance,
this kingdom of Martyr!"
Categories:
venusian, love, mystery,
Form:
Epic
A Venusian and Martian met one day
But a language barrier stood in their way.
They observed the stars
Between Venus and Mars
Still, they had very little to say.
Both are unique and complex in make
Desiring a love that would make Earth shake.
Though broken at heart
They must stay apart.
There are plenty more options to take.
If only their warring families knew
Of the chemistry existing between these two!
They might try to seek peace
Cultural conflicts may cease...
The Marnusians would be a form new.
Unfortunately life doesn't work that way
Whatever fairytales and fantasies say.
Each a star-crossed lover
Secret. Undercover.
Their affection doomed til their dying day.
Categories:
venusian, sad love,
Form:
Limerick
Eros has rattled my bones
waxing your spirit
through snakeskin
I travelled rotating moons
entering state of beloved
Sharing enticed journey
through eyelids closed
Venusian fossiles lived
between the space
of a heartbeat
Loins of Lotus opened
in waning silence
Perhaps, never
will we breathe
deeper than this
Categories:
venusian, sensual,
Form:
Free verse
I met two aliens once. They were poets
like me, I mean, a poet and a poetess.
Their language sounded like music, though its
gender distinction wasn't hard to notice.
She’s from the Venus, he is from the Mars.
They speak different languages like us.
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Below is a translation of the poem "Aliens" into Venusian (a vowel is replaced by the next vowel in alphabetical order):
O mit twu eloins unci. Thia wiri puits
loki mi, O mien, e puit end e puitiss.
Thior lengyegi suyndid loki mysoc, thuygh ots
gindir dostonctoun wesn't herd tu nutoci.
Shi's frum thi Vinys, hi os frum thi Mers.
Thia spiek doffirint lengyegis loki ys.
Below is a translation of the poem "Aliens" into Martian, (a consonant is replaced by the next consonant in alphabetical order):
I nev vxo amiept opde. Vjey xese qoevt
mile ne, I neap, a qoev apf a qoevett.
Vjeis maphuahe toupfef mile nutid, vjouhj ivt
hepfes fitvipdviop xatp'v jasf vo povide.
Tje't gson vje Weput, je it gson vje Nast.
Vjey tqeal figgesepv maphuahet mile ut.
Categories:
venusian, language,
Form:
Rhyme
Space Sonnets
Sonnet 5
Time Machine
I ever wonder of this machine
If it be invented with sheen
If done who will own Gosh
Keeping it plush and posh
Will it take to systems afar
Is its door locked or ajar
Will it work on any thesis
On my gran’s E-mc2 basis
Will it take to our past
And show our future vast
I would like to go the time
Of WW1 and 2 super fine
Why London was on fire?
I try stop it using all wire..!!
Sonnet 6
Black hole
Ever intriguing is this hole
Let me sum up on the whole
Enigmatic region in space-time
Strong form of gravity rhyme
None can excape from it
For it controls even the heat
If enters anybody by mistake
Then his life is at super stake
It is like a labyrinth confusing
Though for us a stuff amusing
I doubt all the celestial weapons
Are in this hole secure unopen
The one who penetrates through
Will be a space traveller true..!!
Sonnet 7
Light Year
My measure to fathom
The light travel in annum
Soon I be equipped to
Spaceplore not return to
For my earth is a dust bin
The reason of my all din
Many light years I travel
With an awesome marvel
Thus making all predictions
Of my possible explorations
Would like to gush
From my space capsule Hush..!
To unravel the celestial enigma
To make my planet free of stigma..!
Sonnet 8
Men Are from Mars
Earthen qualities in full throttle
Martian virtues of war and battle
Can perform only one thing once
Unlike the species from Venus
Multitasking becomes a hurdle
For man from the Mars spatial
Gallant in character and nature
Sturdy in structure and stature
Alien from the counter gender
Still coexists donning harder
Always humiliated harshly
By the Venusian rashly
Bears tantrums during the role
Of being a progenitor sole..!!
Categories:
venusian, angel, appreciation, art,
Form:
Sonnet
What a way to appear on status
After such a huge hiatus
Pulchritudinous grace thine
Has inspired poetics mine
Tall beautiful belle flaunting
The pose simply enchanting
The smile emitting the aura
Of my favourite Lord Arora
Ethnicity being your logo
Proud I’m as thy amigo
How dark hair run down
From the cliff of your crown
It resembles the cascade cool
Making me a poet powerful..!
A wide face and broad forehead
The grace that never does fade
Eternal quotient of charm such
Making my poems marvellous much
Infinite is your superfect style
Simply classic being thy smile
With a heart lavish and candid
To verse nonstop thou I need
Magnificent and magical posture
Munificent and magnetic gesture
With tender looks of a Venusian
Martial mavericks of a Martian
How delighting to see thy pic
That makes me a poet prolific..!!
Categories:
venusian, appreciation, art,
Form:
Couplet