Paramour Poems - Poems about Paramour

The Reaper's cloak, a velvet night, Embroidered with stars that never ignite. He walks with a woman, pale and serene, Her laughter a whisper, a wind unseen. She is Death's paramour, his constant bride, A shadow that walks by his chilling side. Her touch is a frost, her kiss a cold sigh, A promise of slumber, a lullaby. He offers her roses, the...

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When you dive I sparkle my dreams, When you swim in me I touch the essence of your skin, When you let your feet touch me I hold my speed and come drifting, you call me the sea and I call myself Limerence. when you uphold the smile at me I shine more brightly, when you roam in the garden...

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Lady Melanie with silver locks Loved her bonbons, bagels, and graved lox. Curmudgeon geezers viewed her a fox, But she loved them less than chicken pox. Melanie kept free as best she could. She allowed no time for coquetry Or Penelope-style stitchery. But three bores persistence understood. Trini, a jet jockey CEO Lived his life allegro con brio. As his lovely red Lamborghini, His love raced...

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You severed me for your paramour, My first love, you are mon amour, Doxy of love surround your heart, Betrayed in the lanes of my sweeheart, Sweeping the hectic lanes, Sleeping in the lonely fanes, I feel solaced in this heavy rain, Why is this pity a condolement of pain? Sire of our children, am a lone parent... Squire's...

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A period of youthful vim ferments as coruscating golden flecks in eyes that mesmerise and tantalise, give rise to secrets in my breast to stir, foment. The xanthous tresses that cascade torment. My eager and impressionable sighs that echo every pirouette and pliés, a fleeting intercession of lament. A maverick when it comes to amour and quintessentially a rakish cad. Unrequited love longstanding...

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Patricia parades pretty periwinkle paisley pyjamas playfully presenting plump pinwheel pastries AP: 3rd place 2023 Submitted on October 21, 2019 for TAUTOGRAM POEMS sponsored by EVE ROPER – RANKED 3RD...

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your smart hat and coifed charcoal brows your blue questions about how I’m moving through the day have me in hand reminiscing making me want you and reminiscing more and more...

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Sometimes I've got to ask- And can't help but exhort aloud Am I haunted, Rask? In this aging house Where my granny passed Grandpa died in this room Marks were left of you It's about time that I moved We have a little boy And a little girl Or am I paranoid? My bones ache just to stir My niece, My friend, And I In my bedroom My niece, My friend, And I Taking...

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folio's paramour bemoans the drifter's trail--green in the eye 06.12.17...

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bunch of red roses fresh and velvet at his grave year after year now in a shade deeper than mine his mystery paramour Written on 07/06/2016...

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Paramour Your lover is a traveler Who can only spend one night You’re their hotel room And you’re tired of such a Disdainful sacrifice Never any public display of affection Because you’re not their prime collection Perhaps it’s time for introspection No holding hands No kisses and "see you soon” At the airport Every time your lover leaves You feel like a desolate fort That the General said “abort” Abandoned...

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I see the edge of your smile and the tip of your varnished toe, the waterfall of your flaxen hair that makes your shadow grow: Love! I am the one, who loves you as the day. To lose you makes me shudder like a mast on a blustered day; Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love Send my soul to hell But let...

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I watched the yellow ripple in your reflection, and as it danced on water it was mirrored in sense Dreams quivered in plunging tears but a falling stars rare effulgence revealed this sub rosa That tripping shadow moving into the night carries your secret bound into desire, a paramour of night Still, watching, her bowed...

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Stop it! I’m exhausted by you Always complaining, never supporting yourself Stop it! I’m overworked by you Never being grateful, but expecting the help Really! I know it’s not your fault Now pick yourself up, I will see you on the twelfth...

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There is always a light, sometimes a tiny glimmer expanding Amongst the darkest forest as a fiery wheel of hope and desire It measures the life of many years of tasting moments so far and few The first full bite filled with momentous prurience leaving a tender Taste reminiscent of briny afternoons and glistening bodies...

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