Mistress Quotes (45 quotes)
To their coy mistresses: two poems about the arts of seduction
Prev Poem. Next Poem. By William Shakespeare more William Shakespeare. My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
The call of the seagulls, near the edge of the sea, is the lure that attracts men to their boats to test the sea. Waves dance a beckoning call, their waters to explore. Therefore, men set off in their boats to answer the wandering call. However, to many a man the sea maybe a mistress, to others it is their downfall. The sea can be a harsh mistress, to some who come to call, as they make time there forever, deep in that watery bed The storms she creates, when angry, has sealed many good men, to an eternal fate. The sea can be a harsh mistress.
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Purcy Flaherty Jan She presents herself as respectful, thoughtful, gentle, kind and considerate and after what seemed to be a very short length of time; unexpectedly declared that she had feelings for me; regarding love, admiration, desire and some other adventures. During intimate moments she would sometimes seem a little awkward, false or acting a little insincere and I made allowances for this given my knowledge of her backstory. She introduced me to her friends but was careful to keep me and them at arms-length, I realise now that she was building an alternative profile of me in their minds. She made many promises : "The hook" It was my expectation i.
Mistress is just a pretty word,He has a wife from what I heard,But one touch from him and my body stirs,Sometimes I think, “How could he be.
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Austen Saunders. But at my back I always hear Times 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 preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. It must be the classic carpe diem poem in the English language. Here it is. How much more attractive seems Marvell!
I am currently amidst the panic of several work-in-progresses and so instead of sharing something new they're not finished yet! I've dug into the backlogs of stuff I've written and decided to share something I wrote a while ago. Last week I posted a poem and I had a lot of fun with it, and it got me thinking: well, I think I've written a poem before! And here it is! I thought it would be interesting to post because it shows some interesting similarities and differences to the poem from last week.