Poems about Erotica

• Wilderness

  I think I was once
  I think we were

  by James Douglas Morrison 1677 lines, 2 comments
• Postlude

  Now that I have cooled to you
  Let there be gold of tarnished masonry,

  by William Carlos Williams 25 lines, 1 comment
• i sing of Olaf glad and big

  i sing of Olaf glad and big
  whose warmest heart recoiled at war:

  by e e cummings 42 lines, 65,535 comments
• Footnote To Howl

  Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
  Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!

  by Allen Ginsberg 40 lines, 2 comments
• The Breasts of Mnasidice

  Carefully she opened her tunic with one
  hand and offered me her warm soft breasts as

  by Pierre Louys 14 lines
• An Allusion to Horace

  Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes,
  Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times:

  by Lord John Wilmot 124 lines
• The Most Beautiful Woman In Town

  Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl
  in town. 1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body, a snake-like and fi

  by Charles Bukowski 196 lines, 1 comment
• But The Artist...

  But the artist sat the nude model on the table and moved her legs apart. The girl hardly resisted and merely covered her face with her hands.
  Amonova and St

  by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms 12 lines, 7 comments
• Sunny Prestatyn

  Come to Sunny Prestatyn
  Laughed the girl on the poster,

  by Philip Larkin 24 lines, 2 comments
• Understand That This Is A Dream

  Real as a dream
  What shall I do with this great opportunity to fly?

  by Allen Ginsberg 132 lines
• A Man

  George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His
  dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishe

  by Charles Bukowski 129 lines, 5 comments
• A Satyre on Charles II

  [Rochester had to flee the court for several months
  after handing this to the King by mistake.]

  by Lord John Wilmot 35 lines
• My Little Lovelies

  A tearful tincture washes
  Cabbage-green skies;

  by Arthur Rimbaud 48 lines, 4 comments
• Phantasmagoria Canto I (The Trystyng )

  And Something white and wavy
  Was standing near me in the gloom

  by Lewis Carroll 120 lines, 1 comment
• Love

  Alas! if I think of her, my throat becomes
  dry, my hand falls back, my breasts harden and

  by Pierre Louys 13 lines
• Notes On Vision

  Look where we worship. We all live in the city.
  The city forms- often physically, but inevitably

  by James Douglas Morrison 573 lines, 2 comments
• The New Creatures

  Snakeskin jacket
  Indian eyes

  by James Douglas Morrison 608 lines, 2 comments
• Ghazal 4

  O my lover! I'm the parched earth awaiting a union with you
  O my lover! Take me in your arms and let our breasts meet each other

  by Mohammed Quli Qutub Shah 11 lines, 2 comments
• Paris Journal

  So much forgotten already
  So much forgotten

  by James Douglas Morrison 218 lines, 3 comments
• Love Again

  Love again: wanking at ten past three
  (Surely he's taken her home by now?),

  by Philip Larkin 18 lines, 1 comment
• I cannot change as others do

  I cannot change, as others do,
  Though you unjustly scorn;

  by Lord John Wilmot 17 lines
• Between Your Sheets

      Between your sheets you soundly sleep
      Nor dreams of vigils that we lovers keep

  by Mary Wortley Montagu 18 lines
• Prayer In Bad Weather

  by God, I don't know what to
  do.

  by Charles Bukowski 62 lines
• Trying To Write

  Why am I so frightened
  To say I'm me

  by Elizabeth Smart 25 lines, 4 comments
• Suburban Monastery Death Poem

  august 1968
  e.cleveland ohio

  by D A Levy 1251 lines, 3 comments
• Disappointment

  But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant;
  I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.

  by Ovid 85 lines, 1 comment
• The Copernican System

  The Sun revolving on his axis turns,
  And with creative fire intensely burns;

  by Thomas Chatterton 38 lines, 1 comment
• Donner Party

  complaining all the time
  like so many

  by Richard Brautigan 7 lines, 1 comment
• Stop Stealing the Napkins! : to Asinius Marrucinus

  or return my napkin, whose value
  doesn’t disturb me, truly,

  by Gaius Valerius Catullus 16 lines
• Jehovah buried,Satan dead,

  Jehovah buried,Satan dead,
  do fearers worship Much and Quick;

  by e e cummings 27 lines, 1 comment

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