Best Vixen Poems
Wind-driven, deceptive, mysterious,
cries vixen's pulsating, debauchery
with haunting arias, mesmerizing!
The lighthouse, fearlessly, captivated,
by siren's symphonic orchestrations
shines brighter, exclaiming calamity!
She cautions vigilant navigators...
fog's mirage masquerades mortality!..
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Inspired by Nette's Contest: The Lighthouse
9/23/14 By Carrie Richards
Categories:
vixen, imagination, sea,
Form:
Verse
I'm your vixen from
deep within
The keeper of your
lustful sins
So Ferociously on fire
Fueling your darkest
desires...
So wild like a beast
but yet so gentle
An enchanted beauty,
too serenade is my nocturnal
duty
Be forewarned and don't
look for it within,
My nights are full with
temptation and tantalizing sin...
For I am the vixen
of this masquerade
Come and dance in
my nights parade...
I'm the queen of dark
Seduction,
So intoxicating your body
will feel my repercussions...
I'm the vixen of the immortal
night,
I come forth to scream with
ecstasy in the twilight,
only to quench my appetite...
When I've satisfied my hearts
delight
I shall fade into the darkness
of the night.
Categories:
vixen, adventure, imagination, science fiction,
Form:
Rhyme
Power Of The She Vixen That Oft Souls Destroys
Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed
promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread.
With such treasure offered truth becomes blind
dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind.
Each victim was a lamb led to slaughter
once thought, no earthly power could halt her.
For her eyes hypnotized and her kiss stole
the power of light in the human soul.
Time did not decay her soft winning smile
deceptive illusion that would beguile.
This truth I now know, I now truly speak
she prayed on we fools and the very weak.
Her touch and lips sealed with a dark kiss
hiding thoughts of that one would dearly miss.
Her admirers would praise her sex appeal,
her next victim would jump aboard with zeal.
Alas! I was such, I make no excuse
pray I, these revelations are some use.
Lone survivor of her destroying ways
I sit alone awaiting final days.
If should you met beauty that so allures
know its curse, from which there are no cures.
Never allow its touch, deadly kiss
open your eyes and hear its snakelike hiss.
Writing now but nightmares tonight shall come
tho freed, I still hear its banging loud drum.
She, appearing in that beautiful guise
to deceive even worldly, and the wise.
Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed
promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread.
With such treasure offered truth becomes blind
dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind.
R. J. Lindley,
April 9th, 1979
Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars.
Such dark creatures exist parading in human form..
New Note, 3-17-2018 -
How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth,
and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty?
Categories:
vixen, betrayal, conflict, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
Virgin
Untainted, Worthy
Waiting, Pledging, Pacing
Angel, Saint, Plaything, Rebel
Baiting, Mating, Craving
Racy, Spicy
Vixen
Categories:
vixen, passion,
Form:
Diamante
A Venus shape, the Men go Ape:
tender, slender, svelte!
So toned and taut, her treasure sought-
by far, the best they've felt!
Inviting lips, come hither hips,
her silhouette in waif.
Vixen curves and kitten purrs...
no male, of course, is safe.
Categories:
vixen, beauty, woman,
Form:
Rhyme
Vulpine
Den denizen
Lady in red
Late night city stalker ~
Vixen
Categories:
vixen, animal, nature,
Form:
Cinquain
Rudolf got his big red nose
From Vixen in the snow
They had it out one foggy night
Beneath the mistletoe
She bopped him once good and hard
Which caused his nose to grow
She bopped him twice around the yard
His nose began to glow
Then she buffed it bright and red
So everyone would know
Rudolf got his big red nose
From Vixen in the snow
Categories:
vixen, christmas, passion, people, philosophy,
Form:
Ode
Bragg's just an ass, a poor leftist stooge
Bought for in full by the Soros machine,
Why target me when he knows he will lose
His obvious intentions malicious and mean.
As to that Stormy, a vixen indeed,
She's now named me ‘Tiny’ can't clearly be true,
Her one claim to fame fueled by greed
The day I first met her is the day I now rue.
But let them come on these little red ants,
For they fail to see that if their venom may sting
Their incredible ravings and irascible rants
Provide the real juice to make my fans sing.
In chorus the cry my name in support
The Trump flags unfurled throughout this great land,
Denouncing the wrongs of my reign cut so short,
Making it known where each of them stand.
I've said it before but I'll say it again,
They stole what was mine for the very last time,
But this go around I'll make it quite plain
Whatever they throw will fade just like slime.
Categories:
vixen, allegory, anger, humor, political,
Form:
Quatrain
My Imagined Vixen
My vixen is blue with gold bouncing in her hair
She swims in my mind like a lost mermaid
A storm brewing rapidly upon a calm ocean
Nights she lets loose with romantic favors
Touching my every desire in intimate ways
Eating my heart while holding me back each moment
She flies with birds while taunting the glowing moon
Commands stars to twinkle in rhyme with my moans
Strokes my ego while soothing my spirit
A vixen to the core and leaves me wanting ever more
Washing my feet while I marvel at her dainty feet
Singing my favorite songs with music from thin air
Whispers words that ease my soul and stokes my fires
No pains can stay when she caresses my aching mind
Ravishing beauty no other man has ever seen
Temptress that never fails to please and inspire
Mere words fail me when she holds my soul
An icing on cake a mile deep and wide
Sweeter than honey on a buttered biscuit
Smile that fades the stars and makes the moon cry
My vixen , my vixen we see eye to eye
She that hold my days in her hands
My nights seep into her bosom and cry for more
My vixen , my vixen, now and forever more
My vixen, her love I will always drink
And stroke her bouncing gold hair
Robert J. Lindley, 07-19-2015
Categories:
vixen, addiction, age, angel, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
This feeling buried under my skin when love hits me makes me itch like a fein for
dope I dont know how to explain the things that love will have you doing
somethings become to deep so I ask my self how deep is love some times it can
have you on a cloud like your floating so easy to bring you down like walls in a
building being demolished so what can love bring you in this world but pain mistrust
jealousy and hate but they say love is like chocolate sweet rich good satisfying or
could it be me as I watch those in love hold hands dancing to the tunes that loving
someone brings their soul are satisfied their smiles reveal love their laughs reveal
lust so I again ask myself is it me maybe those who have tried to love me I have
broken them to the point that love didnt matter anymore am I that blind that I cant
see love in front of me tyrone said loving me was harder than predicting the
weather laughing as I dug deeper into his soul eating his love feeding my lust with
his feelings so how deep is love deeper then I have been digging detroying lives as
I moved on to the next playing as I loved to love those who were loving me they
were blind to see the vixen as she came to seek and detroy love so how deep is
love I use to believe love was a gift but to love does not mean love I AM the VIXEN
OF LOVE I AM the VIXEN OF LUST I love to lust AND LUST LOVES TO LOVE ME WE ARE
ONE thats how deep my love goes
CARMALITA
Categories:
vixen, fantasy, passion, urban, me,
Form:
Personification
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress
He is my hero, hero, a mad hero
You will not miss me
Oh you, she kills him every day
Being good is not hers style
She is grumpy
Cause money can’t buy happiness is like the biggest lie ever and forever
Slow dancing in a burning room
Are you thinking about me?
Oh yes, everyday!
But you know, I’m bad
I’m falling in love everyday with every winsome stranger
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress
He is my hero, hero, a mad hero
I remember when I dreamed that boy
My body was shivering like a hurricane
I’m trying to live in the real world
That’s why I love summer
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress
He is my hero, hero, a mad hero
Morrissey whispers in my ear:
I was happy in the haze of drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress
He is my hero, hero, a mad hero
Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil
Lady gangsters, vixens and spies
Feeling pretty, staying young
He is my rosy, rosy, rosy boy
Trying to make my eyes look like a deep ocean
Atlantic blue eyeliner and party dress
He is my hero, hero, a mad hero
Categories:
vixen, art, beauty, blue, confusion,
Form:
Lyric
Lips
Aflame
Hot whispers
Carry lustsparks
Born of burning thoughts
That weave a searing spell
Binding my dark dreams to you,
In whom I live to be fulfilled:
Draw me close on hot red sparks of love,
Enfold me in the secrets of yourself.
Categories:
vixen, devotion, happiness, love, me,
Form:
Etheree
when this broad brushes blokes
jaws drop roll and reconsider
except the pyromaniacs
they can't get enough of her
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Categories:
vixen, dark, fire, sexy,
Form:
Light Verse
Missus Claus had to trudge down to jail,
Once more toting with her Santa's bail;
Seems where people all shop
He let red trousers drop:
He enjoys showing biddies he's male.
Categories:
vixen, humor,
Form:
Limerick
A recent past
your moment is gone
a lonely city of Angels
aimless Souls of fortune
49ers exist - estrogen bred
lusting for fantasy
cat moves
pick & spade
elusive - cunning and lethal
morality unknown
happiness superficial
Purrrrrrrrrrrr!
Categories:
vixen, people
Form:
Free verse