"lothario" poems
*Morpheus has never been kind to me
His somniferous ways leave me wanting
Grasping at the cusp of a reality
As evanescent as the morning mist
That greets this reluctant gaze.
He exists to these sheathed
Bourbon eyes
Within the veiled carapace
Of the only form I've ever wanted more
Than necessity and air.
His torment lies
In false reunions, in joining and parting lips
In forest eyes that linger behind in my thoughts
Like the echo of a cannon
Long after it's wrought its own havoc.
Yes, that twisted Lothario
That Grecian sandman
Exists to overcharge the soul with
Hope so poisonous
Bodies and minds are wracked with it
Inspired by it
Haunted on into the waking world
Where he waits on the periphery
Eyes narrowed in the light
Of the waking world that renders him useless.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
I've got a Chopper,
You can have ****** *********** with it if you like
It's got a trug, a Jew's harp that rattles the windows
And creatures to make it mosey around crack
I'd stretch jeans cheesecake abutting you if I could, but I used plastic toast
You're the kind of ***** that thrusts into *** my bodiliness
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I've got a disguise it's a torso of a Irish bull
There's a slit high up the skirt Miss World's bra-burner and gross
I've grappled page—3 girl for bouts
If you think Miss Universe could spasm creamy then I guess Mr Universe should
You're the kind of ***** that slides in with my wads
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I **** a chimpanzee and he hasn't got a stage—door Johnny
I don't copulate why I cock—a—doodle—doo him Gerald
He's inseminating à la carte geriatric but he's a voluptuous chimpanzee
You're the kind of ***** that stuffs *** my gallons
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I've got a Welshwoman of pornographic Casanovas
Here a Don Juan, there a Lothario, prognosticators of obscene persons of opposite *** sharing living quarters
Beg a bonk if you be on heat, they're on the back of the *****
You're the kind of ***** that spasms indoors using my lump
I'll swag you Joe Soap, lock, stock and barrel if you rut slags
I **** custom—built dead men of doo-wop passages
Incognito Muses, faceless ching, most of them are Barbie
Let's **** into the odd kitchenette and **** landlady creature
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Boyfriend number 1
Moody, tall & grumpy
Heard he's got 8 kids
****** glad he dumped me.
Boyfriend 2 & 3
Interchangeable, doing battle
Fighting for my affections
****** tittle tattle.
Boyfriend 4 heartbreaker
Mastering his art
Olympic flirt, lothario
2 timing man **** ****
Boyfriend 5 flash Harry
A ladies man, so he reckoned
Metallic Ford Capri
He was gone in 60 seconds.
Boyfriend 6 & 7, Hammer Horror
How the **** did these begin
Beer goggles and cocktails
UGH! Just let me catch me skin.
Boyfriend 8 from Down Under
Bit angry, bit thick
James dean Lookey likey
Married him too quick.
Boyfriend 9, pious
Quiet nature boy
Once married grumpy ****
Terminated contract, lack of joy.
Boyfriend 10 professional
Public Sector, comprehensible
Politically correct lifestyle
He thought I wasn't sensible.
Boyfriend 11 is The Man
Mild mannered rampant ram
Sizzling hot attraction
He accepts me as I am.
Now the chase is over
Got him, Bingo, I've won
Hellfire he's got 5 kids
******* glad I've been done.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene,
boy I feel like being mean.
Rip its face off, shove it up its nose,
be a raven in a flock of crows.
Be a bad *** savage brutal,
why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle.
Feral phrenic frenzied ****
with immaculate mule kit blues aimed ****
One for all and all for one,
we're all moving to Fullerton.
Where the lecherous lothario lout,
is no longer libido liaison's tout.
Fecund cogent liberating exigence,
do you get it or are you dense?
Pique puissant piquant quintescence,
have you all learned your lessons?
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Falling for toxic boys
when will we realise
Mr. Wrong wreaks havoc
whereever he goes
leaving behind a litany of woes
What’s the attraction of the bad lad?
known universally as a cad
pure catnip for some women
in their pool I won’t be swimming
Maybe their addicted to drama
flying in the face of karma
is ungentlemanly behaviour mistaken for passion
or wearing a lothario the new fashion
Their well versed in the art of seduction
continuously rehearsing their next production
maybe romance with a ladies man is a headrush
back in the day I had many a bad lad crush
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Morpheus has never been
A kindly lover, nor precious friend
Yet in this stead, he strives to be
Replacement for reality.
Sominiferous ways that heat my blood;
Make my wilting spirits bud
Leave me wanting, never free
There on the cusp of reality.
Like morning mist, not half so pleasant
His remedies are evanescent
From where he lives behind my eyes
And plagues my shattered paradise.
He wears the exquisite carapace
For whom I yearn upon his face
And therein's where my torment lies
From golden skin and forest eyes-
From false reunions, makeshift bliss
From joining eyes and parting lips
Like cannon fire, the sound's refrain
Draw parallels to this cruel pain.
That Grecian Sandman, Morpheus
Lothario, for whom exists
To overchage the soul with hope
So poisonous, I gasp and choke-
Yet bodies, minds, and souls alike
Find inspiration from the strife
And haunted persons, like myself
Endure his falsehoods where we're held.
He haunts the dreamless, lucid world
Upon the cusp, the conscious swirl
His narrowed eyes, his blunted sight
Despise waking world of light.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
Uncertainty is set in motion,
every second the sickening insanity grows,
like an epidemic in my soul,
only one antidote can restore this growing mind ****
Unfortunately this disease of the soul,
has an expiration date,
the elixir would have take moments to cure,
such a time sensitive virus.
Having many irons on the fire,
now that’s an authentic alibi for a dull flame.
It appears as though I was only a match.
Well, I BURNT out.
N̶o̶w̶ Always just smoke in mirrors.
I was allured to your forbidden fruit.
You mis-led me with your charm, sweet-talk and charisma.
I’m relieved your varied signals did not last,
for then I may endure a heavy heart for a few seasons.
Your grand illusion merits Applause Lothario!
Bravo,
King † Judas
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
My darling you could keep my heart in your locker
but your Dad is a wrestler, your brothers are Dockers,
so on our hot lovin' they have put the mockers
'cause I don't have the guts to face violent cockblockers.
You like to take selfies
You sure like to ROFL
You taught me of two girls, one cup and blue waffles
Your knowledge is endless on things such as these
If only your brothers weren't so hard to please.
They think I'm a man ***** a bounder, a cad,
a love shy lothario, a bit of a "lad"
on this I won't argue, the point is well made
but I'm young (ish) and ***** and like to get laid.
They think you're an angel
but that's not the case
'cause the photos you sent me
were not of your face....
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Obtusely overt and contusionally obscene,
boy I feel like being mean.
Rip its face off, shove it up its nose,
be a raven in a flock of crows.
Be a bad *** savage brutal,
why I'll even throw in the kit and caboodle.
Feral phrenic frenzied ****
with immaculate mule kit blues aimed ****
One for all and all for one,
we're all moving to Fullerton.
Where the lecherous lothario lout,
is no longer libido liaison's tout.
Fecund cogent liberating exigence,
do you get it or are you dense?
Pique puissant piquant quintescence,
have you all learned your lessons?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
As he studied the grey stubble in the mirror
he began to wonder if rather than considering
each new conquest a success
he should think of it as the consequence
of another failure
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
we sit on the back deck in darkness. amost..... there is a rough circle of glowing embers ........from the mosquito coils and then..... two glowing cat's eyes. we.... my husband and i .....both have the scent.... of...... aeroguard... sprayed heavily on our skin. as we sit in oppressive heat...... ...waiting for the ....gasp... of a cooling.. breeze to come..... the air so moist and warm has brought forth..... ....the frogs ....and we hear...... the .....deep... throated call of the... tree frogs competing...... with the pobblebonk's... ...unique sound. ...even the cicadas..... ....have succumbed to the muggy air... and have ........gone quiet. .....all we hear in the dark is the frogs...... ...reeebert.. and ....pobbblebbBONK... amphibian lothario's crooning away..... ....as we wait for that gasp of cooling air...
reebert............
..... ... . .pobbble........BONK
pobble BONK
...REEBERT. REeBeRT...RRREEBERT.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
A woman remains an ocean of love till her pulchritude is not ****** by a Lothario.
@ SPRIHA KANT
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
If only that stranger
Turned into the love
I prayed so long for
To some god up above.
If only that person
Found me irresistible
Instead of totally
Unappealing and risible.
If only the shape of face
Of body and my hair
Was something enticing
Instead of meant to scare.
If only I didn’t sound like
A babbling fool when I’d speak
A loser, a wannabe lothario,
A dingbat, a troll, a freak.
If only I could quickly tell
Who found me very hot
And which love object
Most certainly did not.
If only I was the dream
Some gorgeous soul had
Instead of being someone
They found a bit mad.
If only I looked classy,
Upper echelon and clean
Like a Manhattan executive,
A model from a big magazine.
If only I could finally stop
Compulsively asking myself why
I couldn’t just accept that I
Am a regular, normal kind of guy.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:26 AM UTC
I can recall her I first loved when we were in our teens.
We planned to marry way too young; such was our childish dream.
In truth she was too beautiful for one of common clay
With a body like a Goddess, but I fumbled it away.
I recall another summer’s Love, so different in her way.
She was an intellectual who also loved to play.
We picnicked out at planting fields, I still recall our time
I still remember thinking she’s the best I’d ever find.
A dark eyed beauty first I loved, then a strawberry red.
I remember feeling awestruck when she came with me to bed.
Yes, she had another love and kept me on a sting.
Perhaps I tarried there too long but I don’t regret a thing.
Winter melted into spring and brought my next romance;
a lovely little brunette ; you taught me how to dance.
We shared drinks before the fire in a snug little pub I knew.
I’ll admit it wasn’t difficult to fall in love with you
Our relationship was, tempestuous. Perhaps that’s being kind.
Yet, whenever I think of you, I find some cause to smile.
You were different from the others, all the others I have known.
I remember how we treasured stolen moments spent alone
I choose not to apologize for leaving you so sad.
I regret I never said that you’re the best I ever had.
I was surely no Lothario; I was decent in the main.
I remember all who loved me and we did not love in vain.
I recall each name and face and the memories make me glad
But my wife and mother of my child is the best I’ve ever had.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
A lothario stopped my time
with two words quite sublime
when I said, 'obey'
he said, 'no way'
and beat me up with his rhyme
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 12:18 AM UTC
My Dear,
I’ve been called by many names
My favourite by far is
Lothario
You see me as perfection
Elegant, Sophisticated, Charming
How wrong you were
You saw me in a makeshift light
Created by you in your desperation
I’ll consider the thoughts you have chosen to speak out loud
I've chosen not to listen, letting the words fall upon apathetic ears
But your pleas of anguish do not go unheard
You once told me you do not believe in the truth of words but actions
Yet the misery that follows me is apparent
How naive you were
My Dear, you have made a grave mistake
You had the misfortune of meeting me
You believed in my honeyed lies
You became drunk on my intoxicating kisses
You blindly followed every command
Simply because you yearned for
Approval, Love and Affection
You're submission, willingly laying yourself bare before me
How foolish you were
My Dear,
You were once bathed in light,
Now you are tainted by dark shadows
You should have listened to the warnings
You won't fall in love again believe me
there's nothing left that you can love with
Oh how innocent you were
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
The Mallard
(a limerick for adults, teens and older children)
by Michael R. Burch
The mallard is a fellow
whose lips are long and yellow
with which he, honking, kisses
his ***** boisterous mistress;
my pond’s their loud bordello!
Keywords/Tags: limerick, light verse, nonsense verse, humor, humorous, animals, nature, ducks, love, *** desire, passion, Lothario, mistress, noise, copulation, doing it
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC
On the off chance this
Once discarded lothario
Older than a mud pie
In Borneo
Longing like rain in a desert
On the corner of sixth
Avenue and emerald street
Nearer the brothels than any temple long time met a cake
Of soap just clinging
To a sliver of one might call hope
Blathering wistfully
Though
Redeyed lack of sleep not crying
Clothes ***** as Moses
In Jerusalem on the sabbath when it was Jewish
And Islam wasn't a religion
Before the slayings at
Jericho
Almost old enough to remember
But has been told about Jezebels wicked witches and fallen angels
All of that ****
Stood under a pine near a stop sign with faith hoping he'd see you again.
Reading the bible.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
B
Rereading through our conversations,
I regret
Every truth I could've said
And every lie I ever fed.
It seems I wasn't me.
We were just a well written sitcom,
of a Lothario who can't love,
And a girl who was sent from above.
But I'm glad,
Things are in the open,
The stains of a love affair,
gone wrong still linger in dreams and nightmares.
And I do care.
Yes,
Care about you,
A lot I do.
But not enough,
To dare,
To ever love you,
So I bid us adieu.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
The funny thing about you is
when you flirt
you don't really want me
all you want is a relationship
and my body
and *** that's not me
let me help you to see
Put yourself is this scenario
it's you and me and I tell you I have to go
but you can't except that I don't want you as my beau
because you've always been a lothario
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
Can I trade lives
maybe with a lothario, just to know what it's like
to not get shunted to one side
my affections not having to bury until they wither away like dust and die
So I don't have my insecurity up with me at night screaming at me until I want to cry.
Can I trade lives?
Maybe with a car,
my lifespan may be temporary
but I'll be able to carry you, know matter how far
I could contain a president, hydraulics, maybe even a czar,
Can I Trade lives?
Maybe with a cat
I'd get to sleep all day
and lay in people's lap
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
Though I’m
Less attractive
As I’m not a fool
I set criteria
My wife to be
Ravishingly beautiful.
Though I have
A wandering eye
Cast yours
On lothario’s why?
Though my
Achilles’ heel
Is infidelity
I demand from you
Unflagging loyalty.
Though
The breadwinner
Is I
To juggle
Two or more jobs
Try not you why?
Of course
Forget not to tackle
Domestic chores.
Though I come home
When peep stars bright
Get home when
Days cede place to night!
Though I’m spendthrift
I expect you
To prepare a dish
I relish.
Though I don’t know
My son’s grade
I’m afraid
Help him out with
Assignments you have
Before he
Goes to bed.
Though I’m
Growing grotesque
And old
Why don’t you
Exercise care
Your beauty to
Maintain or hold?
Though I’m peevish
Fix in your mind
You must not
Pay me in kind.
Though I’m
To you
Less respectful
And rude
To whatever I say
Be crude.
Though I’m dictatorial
And prefer to use
The stick
This habit of mine
Get not sick.
Though I’m
In love making weak
Contentment elsewhere
Do not try to seek.
Though I’m
Willing with you
On marital avenue
Long to walk
Shun we must
On the complication
A hard talk.
Though I’m
A grown up
Pamper me
As a newly born
Its mother
That has to worn.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 8:18 AM UTC