Love Poems About Octopus or Octopus Love Poems
by Semih Bilgic |
Categories: allegory,

Haiku

true love
octopus arms
think so

by Blythe Journey |
Categories: love, passion

Octopus

I decided that two legs
aren't quite enough
at times when I 
wrap them around you
not enough skin on skin
not enough to seize you
I could be content 
I believe as an octopus
eight times happier
multiplying my touch
tasting you with my 
succulent suction cups
you in my grips
making you drunk 
with my confusing cloud
of love ink as I 
take you away to my
colorful coral reef 
and mold my eight legs
to your body
and change my color
to match yours
both of us now
camouflaged as one

by Dr Hitendra Mehta |
Categories: life

Rest All Illusion

birth
death
God's will      

Life in between
we live 
as per our will

cry marks
arrival
departure

we try hard
to laugh
during stay

love Body
live for Soul
aim salvation

dust Soul
not mirror
Soul reflects true Self 

accumulate 
good karmas
liberate Soul

Bad Karmas have 
Octopus grip 
prolong Soul's bondage
   
let good deeds   
in coffin be plinth
for Soul's salvation tower 

Gross, Astral, Causal 
only Souls encasements  
hindering Souls freedom

merger with God 
only absolute freedom
rest all illusion
~~~~~~~~~~~~

By Hitendra Mehta
April 2011

~~~~~~~~~~~~


by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: culture, feelings, love, lust, relationship, romance, sports,

All Hands

A seaman  called, "Octopus" Dennis
Was known to the girls  as a menace
A sign from Above
Predicted "True Love"
"But you gotta go out and play tennis!"

by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories: analogy, body, passion,

Octopus

would, that there were four of me
the ways that I could pleasure thee

each tentacle to tender tickle
fancied freckles, firm or fickle

one all-at-once massage, divine -
all hands on deck, in grand design

perceptive palms with petting jives
could raise a rash of ‘rotic hives

oh, goosebumps of the finest kind
quadrupled thus to blow your mind

four tens of fingers, fixed just SO
to warm the embers down below

mass touches placed with dermal love
bear moans from zones rare spoken of

pray how could one but NOT adore
a mate like me, (and mine) …

times FOUR?!?








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, March 16, 2023

by Nasilele Mubyana |
Categories: husbandsong, love, song,

You Go Round My Incomplete Circle

I’ve never written on a guy so much
Experienced what it’s like to love forever
To listen to every love song
And
Enjoy how every word paints a picture of us
If you knew how my heart sings it’s own song for you
You would cry your eyes out

Or rather your heart
Don’t leave or my song will die
Pulverize
Recede into my body 
And out of
My tearing eyes

I’m possessed 
It would be evil to heal me from
My stagnant bliss

I’ve never bared the thought 
Of our separation
I’ve clung to us
Like an octopus
And you…
Well it’s your part to finish my thoughts
Cause you complete me
Like the moon in the middle of the night
Round my incomplete circle

by Jack Ellison |
Categories: fun,

Love Octopus Style

Imagine having eight arms and three hearts Like an octopus, don't know where to start We learn a new skill First time, what a thrill Making love with eight arms and three hearts

by Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu |
Categories: love,

Kinky Honey Skin


Virgin breasts
With pure black brown orbs,
Nipples heaven pointed,
Pure black brown lips
All covered in honey skin
Kinky;
Iced with advanced enhanced
Resolute octopus brains
What more could I want!

This ain't no flattery
I love the way you dance;
It's like the sound
Of your zipper in the
Strip tease:
There when pants are
Erased like pencil work on paper.

by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories: death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,

Loneliness

In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life? 
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles 
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island

by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories: death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,

Loneliness

In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life? 
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles 
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island

by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories: death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,

Loneliness

In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life? 
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles 
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island

by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories: death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,

Loneliness

In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life? 
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles 
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island

by Adeyemi Sunday |
Categories: death, emotions, evil, fate, lost love, pain, silence,

Loneliness

In the dingy room all alone
A awful solitary
Hold me in shallow opaque
I live in a claustrophobic world
I asked myself, am i a victim of life? 
I was reproached around among many
My was consumed with grief
My soul and belly are aching of success
I am rewarded evil for good
I am now living at the extreme end
My reason is of octopus tentacles 
Which is difficult to understand
My fire hood rejects fire
The at my elbow is fragile
Good fate refuse to bring faith
Alas! My wheel of life has been changed
My surrounding has been polluted
No masculine to shot my loaded gun
No feminine wail when my mouth closed
I am wandering around like a nomad in the island

by Bamanga Bashir |
Categories: inspirational,

Ode to October

O October it seems even though thee pass capricing
    like sometimes wert here 
     and sometimes octopus of a thing or ocro
  or what somehow oakening through-  on breezes and 
   tides and sunlight stir and darkness. 
  And if thou be something still around I wished to be 
    the local sight of the moon here or amidst, 
    and if thou be a mountain I wished it to be this particular 
   Gangriwal or Mandra or Murba, 
   and  if thou be a tree I wished it to be pear or sweet 
    lemon fruit that sometimes we buy in the market, 
    for we love again and again this  cheerness  in October!.