Long Eros Poems

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Forever Never

Forever Ever or Never

Forever does it exist? Forever is never doesn’t exist. It betrays hearts, breaks bones in its subtle nuances. It takes love, makes it eternal but it’s not. There is nothing just worn down cloth from the gaggery. No one has any right to tell. Love has no name so don’t expect it to deliver your lusty pleasures. 

Aphrodite has a mirror_ it reflects your world of despicable lust. Her voice flogs those who use its dance for uppity pose.

Freyja was here with Eros flown away. 
I am impassioned with this. Never born_trapped in mother’s uterus_screaming forever. But you released me. This hideous hateful horrid hobgoblin always down inside inner core gutter’s sewer range. Crawling with the dregs- scrags_ slags lovers who have been banished for a dream of sensuality. 
Unbeknown to every scab here, I am to see_ relish freedom_ hovering, staggering towards my light, the golden globe IBurning gone but not forever as there is no ever or nowhere forgone. Person  of steel lifts me out of the gutter- carrys me on her back to the hollowmen hole. I’m gone.


Heart's Lament

Shall I leap for the sky to then capture a star
Or be stead on this earth and admire from afar
Would I journey for miles to sense sunsets on shore
Or be sated with every day views from my door

Ah, my soul yearns for love that seems planets away 
Know my soul of what love it needs beyond today?
For tomorrow it may be my heart breaks in two
Lest I take half for me and then bleed half for you

Then a love comes along and it echoes my song
Though my heart yearns to sing the refrain seems all wrong
It’s a question I’m certain eternally asked
Yet in fearing a heartbreak those answers are masked

So my heart asks why then do you question your fate
And my mind interrupts and says cease this debate
As I garner my heartstrings again reel them tight
They resiliently come back bereft of a bite

But tomorrow I’ll cast them again far and wide
In the name of sweet Eros my will please abide
I am certain a line cast just out of my sight
And the twin to my flame destined souls reunite.
© Judith S   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Vistas of Love

When I imagine my iconic vistas of love,
I watch a sunset
red and yellow,
purple and pink,
bruised lavendar and darkening grey
until pointing jagged mountain peaks
turn to black understoried landscape
plunging against gravity
toward a slowly emerging sea
of glittering stars

Twinkling pinpoints
of light's long poignant memories.

I imagine this vista
through my velvet brown-skinned manchild's deep autumnal eyes
starting back and forth,
side to side,
without capacity or need for language
to absorb Earth's dusky light 
and pine-soaked scent
turning up toward dancing brights
'til dawn's epiphany of grey
then transgressing violet lust
for sensuous life.

I imagine iconic eros vistas
and feel internal agape
conjoining philos,
appearing nowhere
except together,
like Yang strong bright 
and Yin flow night.

Premium Member I Admire the Poet

I admire the poet
who looks life seriously in the eye,
whose emotions he won't deny. 
I admire the poet who makes me cry,
but I'm not him, and I won't try.

I admire the believer
who will never discard
his beliefs when times are hard. 
I hold the believer in high regard,
but I don't believe - I'm scarred. 

I admire the lover
whose heart is brave and bold, 
made by Eros from solid gold,
his virtues I have extolled,
but I gave up.  My heart is cold.

I admire the man who contemplates,
who does what's hard and looks inside,
who lets his conscience be his guide,
but that's not me, besides,
my conscience already died.

I admire the philanthropist,
who thinks not of himself, but others,
who always helps his brothers,
but that's not me.  If I had my druthers,
I'd send them to their mothers.

I admire the hero
who stands up for what is true, 
as truth he always will pursue,
but I was squashed by powers who
broke me through and through. 

I admire the solver, the agent of change
who does more than only talk,
who takes action and walks the walk,
but that's not me. I just balk,
as I stand there and gawk. 

I admire the sage
who solves conundrums, unknown,
the keeper of the philosopher's stone,
his wisdom shining all alone,
but I only know we'll turn to bone.

I admire the earnest man
who settles not for the golden calf, 
who won't compromise or take half. 
I say, solemnly, on his behalf, 
life's a joke, let's laugh.
Form: Rhyme

Eros and setting too!

Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack,  mundane also. can you give me an example Johny?
Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type?
professor: say, camera setting...
Johny : genre?
professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do.
Johny : here you go....I bought floss and Hydrogen per oxide from the nearby pharmacy. I wanted to pick up my medicine too, but they were reluctant, altogether, seemingly so. I had to bypass.
professor : why so?
Johny: the only audible sound was a song..."when you say nothing at all."

Surely , verily a cranky setting! tired too!
As the counseling session was declaring, they begin as a parent asleep, raise them up asleep and send them to school asleep. Dreams ahoy!


Premium Member Our Love This Summer

No. You are not old, my lovely wife! You're gorgeous!
You never become old. Just like love. The sun, moon,
Stars, planets, the Milky Way, and the universe,
Ever getting old and fading in beauty, known?

Amber sky; aromatic breeze; musical sea;
Listen to what those cuddling, kissing lovebirds say.
Let this sweat-glistening heat-bubbling evening, be,
Paramount life-thriving, joy-filling mix-fruit tray.

See, amidst new-wed-waves, starfish hide-and-seek, play;
Let's lie; listen to our long-lasting love lyrics.
With luring elements of this sonorous day,
Let our, spirit and body be wrapped by Eros.

Love in summer; summer in love - are fashion old;
Let our fashion of love, this summer, stand adored.


6th May 2021
Summer love sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Form: Sonnet

Adoration For Angels

Listen all that stumble and fallen into arms of Angels.
This of mine' loves so dearly, much more than she can be loved.

Seraphims above and ghastly deities below -
She is the purest form of them all. 
Her smiles' elegantly reassuring. 
Like a singing bird that deserves a hand of applause. 

A bow and a red rose thrown at her feet. 

Certainly we are assured -
That a slightest light gives an estranged bird a profound feeling of utmost fortitude.

Alas!

In similar ways, this of mine', pure at heart, glittered with beauty and profoundly made me speak out against the gods, Aphrodite and Eros that had unfairly confined such a beautiful bird that sang the words of Love from dawn to sunset. 

(Dedication to Tione)
Form: Verse

Eros and Psyche In Love...

He can write  most classic words,
filled with passion and Romance,
Whilst She pens a unique verse,
showing him,She really cares.

He can send her a Red Rose,
with his name,on it embossed,
She can send him Hugs and kisses,
Sealed with Love,Wrapped in Red Ribbons.


He can send her,a Huge card,
Saying, from the very start,
She have captured his whole Heart,
even though they are apart.


She can send him a reply,
starting ,'Dear Valentine',
I've been yours along the time,
Will you be Forever Mine?


In Love letters are two Hearts,
tied with Wishes and Hot sparks,
Happy,Happy Valentine,
Sweetest Couple of all time.



Charma
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How To Make 2008 Great (Part 5): Keep Love Alive and Straight

the one thing that mankind can't seem to live without
is a love that's unconditional without question or doubt

Phileos love is the type of love that exists between friends
Eros love is the romantic love between women and men
but Agape love is the type of love that we all seek
an unlimited and unconditional love that we would all like to meet
a love that does not care about one's intelligence or beauty
a love that is not dependent on one's financial obligations or duty
a love that only gets stronger from day to day
a love straight from the heart that will never go astray

God allows us to experience His love authentically
for Agape love is a love of unconditonality
a love everlasting that will never die
a love transcending from the Kingdom up high
a love that will never diminish nor abate
a love that is alive and straight
a love that will make 2008 great

God loved us so much that He sent us His only child
a messenger of love to be with us for a little while
He came in human form to modify our behavior
to show us a pure love that was truly worthy of a Savior
humble in His manner and wise in His ways
He showed us a type of love that is unheard of in this day
and despite being persecuted, tormented and beaten to a pulp
at His last meal with His betrayer He did sup
and despite being denied three times by His most devoted friend
with His blood dripping on Mount Calvary as His life was about to end
with His dying breath He said to His Father God
"forgive them" for they are unaware of the love I came to impart
and that is the type of love we need to keep alive and straight
a love that will make the year 2008 great

to fall in love with Jesus is the best thing you could ever do
to have a true and honest love the will never fail you
a love between you and your personal Savior
a love that will make you want to change your behavior
a love that will never turn to hate nor discriminate
a love that is pure, true, alive and always straight
a love that will make the year 2008 great

Premium Member The Winter's Lullaby

"The Winter's Lullaby" 


Choking noble light held by the hands of Fate                              

As deceived Persephone enters Hades gate                               

The burning suns falling through the universe.                          

Despairing and alone not a coppers worth                                        

   

A bitter cold blankets Gaia's tears in a frozen sea of glass                             

While the stupefied intoxicated serpent drowned with a laugh.                

Undulating sands barricades into immovable glacier,                                

Infectious prison walls destroyed the strength of redeeming savior.      

  

Chariot of the flame plunges  into the water’s bed                                  

Fate’s tepid scarlet scissor hands sever the music thread                       

Astaea’s darkened soaked mural melts with eternal dread                    

Seeing red, alluring sirens sang as the music bled                  
 
 

Unfathomable lamented shrieks surged as the music tore                           

Obsidian tributaries erodes the forbidden door                                                                           

Eros scorned wound feeds the ravished horde of succubi               

Remote hollow temple bell wailed the closing cry                                   

Captured in the dance of loves and hates tempest cyclone               

Drums of madness orchestrates into the perfect tone                          

The infernal flame explodes from the mouth of Tartarus            

Driven oblivion crescendos for the pending chorus                                       

The stentorian cracks  of nefarious shots being fired                  

Frantically gasping for the final breath of faith hope and desire                      

Tragic petrified tears from soundless screams of the choir                

Condemned whisper of the drum crucified on barbed wire                                     

Cold candle rests under the gaze of the vastness                                    

No kiss or love to awake the entombed princess                                 

Crimson emaciated curtains descend upon the floor                            

Fathomless, eviscerated, veiled; the music is no more
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