Love Poems About Horse or Horse Love Poems
by Beryl Edmonds |
Categories: music, poetry, poets, write,

Write On

Write on!
'Tis said that music be the food of love Then poetry is surely love's hors d'ouvre The poet's hand is guided from above And writes of earthly passion with such verve. Is poetry perchance love's melody? For rhyme and music both so please the ear They complement each other splendidly Proclaiming what all lover's long to hear. Hark the opera singer's soaring voice The passion in their song so loud and clear Then for the poet, let us all rejoice For without words, there'd be no song to hear. Thus poetry and music are as one Romantic poets everywhere: write on!
15th January 2021

by Michael Wise |
Categories: food, funny, humorous,

Ode To a Bagel With Cream Cheese

O delicacy born of
some cow's milk and dough
when toasted for breakfast
how I love you so

Whether topped with onions
or sesame seeds
or nothing at all
you fill all my needs

With texture from Heaven
the crunch and the cream
Mere toast cannot rival
this flavorful dream

Compared to your shapely
and sensuous curves
I'd never look twice
at a tray of hors d'oeuvres

You've stolen my heart
by now you must know
O bagel with cream cheese
how I love you so


© Mike Wise
6-5-23

by Paul Curtis |
Categories: love

When Will I Reach the Main Event

When will I reach the main event?
I’m tired of dainty canapés
I’ve had too many hors d'oeuvres
They are getting on my nerves
When will I reach the Entrée?
When will I meet the one I seek?
My life long dining companion


by Kai Michael Neumann |
Categories: love,

Adam's First Date

She dug into the garden of Eden

A first of thirst longing for hidden thrust

Curves of sweet blossomed hors d'oeuvre to feed in

Charmed beauty or was it only pure lust

Fragrance of passion and romance for sure

A bee line drew for one bite of the taste

He did not know yet for love was no cure

Only that pleasure was not being chaste


No censorship hiding sensual fruit

When lips met tempting skin and licked the juice

Wondrous symphony thus entered his flute

Unbeknown Adam discovered the truth

Of allergy to dates breathless he teased

Allegorical peaches to be pleased


11th February 2018

Written for contest ‘A first Date’ sponsored by Brenda Chiri

by Beryl Edmonds |
Categories: food, love, music, poetry,

Romantic Poets Write On

'Tis said that music be the food of love Then poetry is surely love's hors d'ouvre The poet's hand is guided from above And writes of earthly passion with such verve. Is poetry perchance love's melody? For rhyme and music both so please the ear They complement each other splendidly Proclaiming what all lover's long to hear. Hark the opera singer's soaring voice The passion in their song so loud and clear Then for the poet, let us all rejoice For without words, there'd be no song to hear. Thus poetry and music are as one Romantic poets everywhere: write on! ******* 21st November 2020

by John Anderson |
Categories: love,

Forsaken When Shaken

Love's forlorn curt sojourn, forsaken when shaken
By trifle of qualms, charms and alarms
Withers on vine, no fruit to crush into wine
Besotted by starters, but becalmed when main course falters
How often love's hors d'oeuvres flop and scuttle main course and sweet dessert
The seeds of like, first sight thrill, and eye to eye sparkle and interplay
Sprout too fast and wilt in the light of day, 
Spurned shoots thrown down the gauntlet, deflate, die and get flushed away.

by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories: drink, environment, fire, food, love, romance, wine,

Twilight Delight

	candle
	mantle

	red wine
	divine

	deserves
	hors d'oeuvres

	mellow
	cello

	firelight
	love site

by Tif Stevens |
Categories: addiction, dark, longing, love hurts, romance, trust, violence,

Bi-Neural

Silk word play crosses in two and subtle mind games, 
both entangle me; whetting my appetite for war.
Served as a weaponized aphrodisiac;
sharp double edge sword hors d'oeuvre.
Lured toward a subtle intoxication;
true motives ceremoniously exposed.
You trace the contours of my every word;
the renegade now juxtaposed.
We traverse to foreign places unaware;
time itself intensifies, yet slows.
Demons spill from lips to fan the flame of desire;
our spirits overflow.