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And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom — feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles.” — “ Arrival” by William Carlos Williams I am hypnotized. Sleepwalking to the rhythm of your words, Never wishing to wake.” — “ Hypnotized” by Michael Faudet Donne is considered to be the most prominent member of the Metaphysical poets, a group of seventeenth century British lyricists who used complex metaphors called “conceits” in sonnets and poems about topics like love or religion. Though he became an Anglican priest in 1615 and was later appointed Dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, he spent much of his early years as an educated womanizer. Maybe his early experiences helped him when writing these eloquently cheeky lines from To His Mistress Going to Bed:

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The form has inspired both imitations and satires. In reply to Christopher Marlowe’s shepherd, who begged his nymph to "Come live with me and be my love," Sir Walter Raleigh let his nymph knowingly reply:Rosеs arе rеd, violеts arе bluе, and so bеgins a timеlеss tradition of poеtic еxprеssion that has capturеd thе hеarts of romantics for gеnеrations. Thеsе simplе yеt еvocativе linеs form thе opеning of countlеss Rosеs arе Rеd Violеts arе Bluе poеms, a classic and еndеaring stylе of vеrsе that has bеcomе a cultural mainstay. Nailing down the best erotic poetry is difficult because preferences and tastes vary so greatly from person to person. This is great news! It means we have a variety of erotic poems to read that maximize and diversify our concept of sexiness. ICYMI: The art of seduction requires so much more than eggplant emojis and “U up?” texts. And while that may have been a legit tactic to have sex not too long ago, if you really, really want to impress someone, it’s all about the romantic gestures. This trailblazer of the Romantic Movement is also the national poet of Scotland, and is even known as “The Bard” in his native land (take that Shakespeare!). But Burns is probably best known by students as that poet who wrote in that weird Scots dialect you can’t really understand.

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She was wild, unpredictable, beautiful, and dangerous. Impossible to resist. A summer storm in a bikini.” ― “ Bitter Sweet Love” by Michael Faudet Some contemporary spins on carpe diem poems and aubades sometimes have little to do with romantic love at all. Joe Wenderoth’s sequence Letters to Wendy’s, for example, twists the longing for a person into a more modern, bewildered, mix of passion and consumerism. Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen neither care nor profit whether we write or not but as your body moves under my hands charged and waiting we cut the leash you create me against your thighs hilly with images moving through our word countries my body writes into your flesh the poem you make of me. ” ― “ Recreation” by Audre Lorde offended. For those who are easily confused, there are online dictionaries galore which will provide suitable (although sometimes self-referential) definitions of cottaging, frottaging, dogging, tea bagging and many more sexual deviancies. More Rude and Dirty Poems She loved to spend rainy afternoons lost in thought, her hand daydreaming beneath the fabric of her floral panties.” ― “ Dirty Pretty Things” by Michael FaudetFor true romantics—or conniving contemporary shepherds—there is still a wealth of persuasive, loving examples to choose from, as well as poets turning their rhetoric toward an argument for intimacy. Those seeking traditional carpe diem poems, sonnet sequences, aubades or more contemporary meditations on seduction or passion, might look at the following: These are the lips, powerful rudders pushing through groves of kelp, the girl's terrible, unsweetened taste of the whole ocean, its fathoms: this is that taste.”— “ That Mouth” by Adrienne Rich You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight, Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.” — “ Putting in the Seed” by Robert Frost

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You may know that we sing the lyrics to his poem Auld Lang Syne every New Year’s Eve, and that his poem, Comin’ Thro’ the Rye, is the children’s song misinterpreted by Holden Caulfield in JD Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye—but you probably didn’t know it has a more explicit version. A.N: Golly this is...old old old. I found it in one of my folders and laughed at the absurdity. I'm about to get married now. To a wonderful man. Not the man in this poem. That one really actually was a ****. So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and consuming.” ― “ Untitled” by Michael Faudet"Founded in 2010, Thought Catalog is owned and operated by The Thought & Expression Company, Inc. For over a decade, we've been at the bleeding edge of media, pioneering an infrastructure for creatives to flourish both artistically and financially. Body, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds on which you lay, but also those desires for you that glowed plainly in the eyes, and trembled in the voice—and some chance obstacle made futile. Now that all of them belong to the past, it almost seems as if you had yielded to those desires—how they glowed, remember, in the eyes gazing at you; how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.” — “ Body Remember” by Constantine Cavafy The companion piece to the carpe diem poem might well be the aubade, a form in which the poet begs his lover to stay in bed and mourns the rising of the sun because it means that they must part. John Donne’s poem, " The Sun Rising," is one of the earliest examples:

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In a city made of seaweed we danced on a rooftop, my hands under her breasts. Subtracting day from day, I add this woman’s ankles to my days of atonement, her lower lip, the formal bones of her face. We were making love all evening —I told her stories, their rituals of rain: happiness is money, yet, but only the smallest coins.” — “ American Tourist” by Ilya Kaminsky Berryman won the 1965 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for his nebulous, semi-autobiographical collection of poems, 77 Dream Songs, which follows an unfortunate series of events in the life of a main character, who bears a resemblance to Berryman, named Henry. The ever-evolving poems are known for their unusual phrases and changes in perspective. Also, they’re sometimes dirty in an abstract way. Take, for example, Dream Song 4:Poets have long been using their poems to aid their passionate pursuits. In the first century BC, Catullus wrote his lyrics to Lesbia, pleading with her to ignore the gossip of old men and instead share thousands of kisses, so many that they lose count: Very few people in this world will understand why this hit me so hard, but I am of the firm and unwavering belief that anyone who sells drugs should be tried and convicted for murder most foul first degree no reprieve. A selection of funny rude and dirty poems which range from the mildly titillating to the frankly obscene. Some of the poems are sexual, anatomical or scatological in nature, or on occasion all three. The poems are not suitable for miners, street sweepers or submariners, nor indeed for left-wing Guardian reading militant feminists. Rude Poems The Funeral Blues writer’s influence was debated throughout his life among early twentieth century literary types in his native England, especially in the shadow of other poetic giants like T.S. Eliot. But the New York School of poets, including John Ashbery, later embraced him. In this section from his poem Babies in Their Mothers’ Arms , he writes about, ahem, "self-love":