Love Poems to seduce women

[Nightshade]

This brought back memories of unnamable http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=16186

Snap! I was just about to go searching for that....

There once was a girl from Nantucket...

Oh wait...

The Cat (Baudelaire)

Come, my fine cat, against my loving heart;
Sheathe your sharp claws, and settle.
And let my eyes into your pupils dart
Where agate sparks with metal.

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I wouldnt trust your chances after calling someone a cat...
actually this whole thread is rather smarmy if slightly amusing too.

[AuntShecky]

That very famous online video site with which "YOU" will be familiar if it hasn't gone down the "TUBES" has a nice
rendition of "Brush Up Your Shakespeare" that advice to the lovelorn from "Kiss Me Kate" by our Beloved Mr. Porter.

[B-Mental]

This topic is one of the origins of poetry...
How do you woo the one you desire?
I can't give you an exact poem,
there are so many...
if you want to seduce a woman...
treat her like a lady!
Romance her mind
The world is your oyster
expand your mind
and be kind.


Anyways, thats my poem to seduce ladies...lets call it a lesson plan though.

[Scheherazade]

This brought back memories of unnamable http://www.online-literature.com/for...ad.php?t=16186

I was thinking of the same thing, Kilted. Even wondered if I should make the effort to unearth the thread (but luckily you did before me )

[HunterBrown1968]

If it were that easy, then every college guy would be a Shakespeare. There wouldn't be toga parties on college campuses but poetry clubs.

So true, so true. If poetry could be the bait of mating, all bards would be Hugh Heffner. But I found this poem by William Blake and think it appropriate for regarding deceit by using silver tongues and scheming.

"The Sick Rose"
by William Blake

O rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

INTERPRATATION:

"The rose in the poem represents beauty and love, often with sex; and here several key terms have sexual connotations: "worm," "bed," and "crimson joy." The violation of the rose by the worm is the poem's main concern; the violation seems to have involved secrecy, deceit, and "dark" motives, [probably the dark motive of self-interest] and the result is sickness rather than the joy of love."

[LadyW]

Just let whats in your mind and heart flow out from your pen (keyboard) onto the paper... or maybe not actually haha. How about you do actually make your own poem up but make it really light hearted and dorky, a humorous one. Get her laughing

[HunterBrown1968]

Hey guys...do you guys know some really really nice love poems when read toa women just melt them....if you know what I mean?

I would really appreciate.

Thanks

Sorry if my comment was a bit harsh on the board. So as an expression of apology, I'll extend to you an experience that was romantic for me. I once dated a guy who played guitar. He brought out his guitar after dinner and played a song on it by James Taylor "You've got a Friend." It worked because he did not go to bed alone that night. So, it's something you might want to think about.

[hollywoodkid]

You can't go wrong with a bit of Pablo Neruda if it's a love poem you are looking for (i'm a girl and it worked on me!)

But if you want a 'seduction' poem you could try 'To His Coy Mistress' by Andrew Marvell - the narrator is trying to convince his lover to sleep with him by suggesting she should seize the moment and give over being coy because there isnt time for it.

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

[Kafka's Crow]

Yes the above Andrew Marvel poem is good, so are Donne's love songs (if you get the pronunciation of 'country' right in 'I wonder by my troth' it may lead to bigger things right away!!!)

Shelley's Lines to an Indian Air:

Lines to an Indian Air


1.

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee, 5
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!


2.

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream— 10
The Champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale’s complaint,
It dies upon her heart;—
As I must on thine, 15
Oh, beloved as thou art!


3.

Oh lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale. 20
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;—
Oh! press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.

and Keats's Sonnet 'Had I man's fair form...'

Had I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Be echoed swiftly through that ivory shell
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart; so well
Would passion arm me for the enterprize:
But ah! I am no knight whose foeman dies;
No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;
I am no happy shepherd of the dell
Whose lips have trembled with a maiden's eyes.
Yet must I dote on thee,--call thee sweet,
Sweeter by far than Hybla's honied roses
When steep'd in dew rich to intoxication.
Ah! I will taste that dew, for me 'tis meet,
And when the moon her pallid face disclose,
I'll gather some by spells, and incantation.

Both were enough for me as I knew them by heart. Throw in the mix a bit of Donne and Shakespeare and you are ready for the conquest!

[Bakiryu]

I don't think a modern woman can be seduced by a poem (since most people don't have enough brains to understand them and think them weird.) But it's worth a try. Try some of Becker's poetry.

[crazefest456]

(since most people don't have enough brains to understand them and think them weird.)

I agree.

[Countess]

Hey Bak, I'm a modern woman - and actually, I can easily be seduced by a poem. This one always makes me weak in the knees:

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

AND THIS:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

[Pensive]

I was thinking of the same thing, Kilted. Even wondered if I should make the effort to unearth the thread (but luckily you did before me )

Actually this thread was the first thing that jumped in my mind too after reading the title.

[AuntShecky]

I don't think a modern woman can be seduced by a poem (since most people don't have enough brains to understand them and think them weird.) But it's worth a try. Try some of Becker's poetry.

I clicked this and a woman clad in metal was singing.
Sorry, but I don't understand Russian.

[Virgil]

Aren't there any love poems to seduce men?