Top 100 Poems About: LUST


In this page, poems on / about “lust” are listed.
  • 1.
    To His Mistress Going To Bed

    Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
    Until I labour, I in labour lie.
    The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
    Is tired with standing though they never fight. read more »

    John Donne
  • 2.
    No Platonic Love

    Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
    And hearts exchang'd for hearts;
    That spirits spirits meet, as winds do winds,
    And mix their subt'lest parts; read more »

    William Cartwright
  • 3.
    The Canterbury Tales; The Wyves Tale Of Bathe

    Experience, though noon auctoritee
    Were in this world, were right ynogh to me
    To speke of wo that is in mariage; read more »

    Geoffrey Chaucer
  • 4.
    To His Coy Mistress

    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 Loves Day. read more »

    Andrew Marvell
  • 5.
    To The Virgins, Make Much Of Time

    Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
    Old Time is still a-flying;
    And this same flower that smiles to-day,
    To-morrow will be dying. read more »

    Robert Herrick
  • 6.
    Let’s Live And Love: To Lesbia

    Let us live, my Lesbia, let us love,
    and all the words of the old, and so moral,
    may they be worth less than nothing to us!
    Suns may set, and suns may rise again: read more »

    Gaius Valerius Catullus
  • 7.
    Carrefour

    O you,
    Who came upon me once
    Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing,
    Why did you not strangle me before speaking read more »

    Amy Lowell
  • 8.
    Leda And The Swan

    A SUDDEN blow: the great wings beating still
    Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
    By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
    He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 9.
    Libido


    How should I know? The enormous wheels of will
    Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet.
    Night was void arms and you a phantom still, read more »

    Rupert Brooke
  • 10.
    The Passionate Shepherd To His Love

    Come live with me and be my love,
    And we will all the pleasures prove
    That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
    Woods, or steepy mountain yields. read more »

    Christopher Marlowe
  • 11.
    The Elephant Is Slow To Mate

    The elephant, the huge old beast,
    is slow to mate;
    he finds a female, they show no haste
    they wait read more »

    David Herbert Lawrence
  • 12.
    A Book Of Music

    Coming at an end, the lovers
    Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where
    Did it end? There is no telling. No love is read more »

    Jack Spicer
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