Josephine Poems - Poems about Josephine

When I was a younger man, the ladies fancied me. I’d beguile them with my smile and winsome flattery. “Tell me do you love me true? Am I the only one? Do you swear...Read the rest...

Give me a smile, that I may build on your assurance, Kiss me, that I may have to thy kind heart entrance, Love me less, and see how tumultuous life could be, Give thy command, and see my...Read the rest...

On the plains of Europe I contend for an empire. On love's battlefields I have contended more for thee. A stare from your rolling eyeballs consumes me like fire, as I seek entrance to a world of just...Read the rest...

My heart cannot anymore my emotions accommodate. Permit me to be pragmatic in affections which in its very bottom I have buried: Let me hold you in my cozy arms and kiss you. Let me your succulent apples feel, as I explore the smooth, soft and sweet...Read the rest...

My emotions are explosive. My pretenses are relegated to the depths. I cannot my feelings anymore conceal. Let me come in and share your heavenlies and tumults with you. Tomorrow never comes. Let me this day your swift response hear. Or else in suspense I'll live and...Read the rest...

With smiling faces we are looking for the summer Josephine, I believe that you're my destiny Enjoying life in many ways, let's dance A cup of coffee at The Blue Cafe Josephine I believe that you're my destiny For...Read the rest...

I knew my heart had been set alight with passion, that memorable day I cast my very eyes on thee. Your slightest rebuff to my endless advances would pose a more formidable challenge to me than Europe's invincible combined...Read the rest...

Precious creole from a Caribbean haven, she that inhabits the vacuum of my heart. Your kiss can quell a heart laden with fury, to save regiments from a scene of carnage. A man's long life span of five score...Read the rest...

Near a silent riverbank where lilies scent the air under a blackened willow tree sweet Josephine rests there kept in eternal slumber her rotting bones left bare I'm left longing to hold her close my heart in disrepair (June 15, 2013)...Read the rest...

** This poem is in memory of Josephine Gay, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Josephine was autistic and severely apraxic and couldn't speak. She loved giving hugs and loved...Read the rest...

The Aphotic semblance rises against her face The king of shame reigns over all Her Hallows are mine We are the same, Josephine Explain to me this sacrificial empathy Josephine "I'm living; the slowest way to die" Hold on, my Josephine, everything...Read the rest...

Napoleon Bonaparte. Smaller than a popcorn fart. Not man enough for Josephine. You know exactly what I mean....Read the rest...

Joyful to play Optimistic with curiosity lerking somewhere in my brain Soft and cuddly like a little girl's favorite toy Excited for new things to come and play Playful to play games and be creative with family and...Read the rest...

She wears only a light robe and doesn't complains it's cold; may I introduce her to you guys: her name is crazy Josephine... she drinks alchool and uses morphine... what a shame: she a grandmother and tells lies! Fatter than a...Read the rest...

Shy, sweet, timid Aunt Josephine, What has happened to you? Once so adventurous. Once so alive. Living life simply for the ride. Love, passion, It was all there. One unhappy ending, now You’re so scared. You run, you scream, You cringe in the corner. You sell...Read the rest...