Dirty Poetry From Mind of Ivan L. Moody: 1

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The absinthe-tinged love affair between Rimbaud and Verlaine is the stuff of literary legend. The 17-year-old Rimbaud wrote to the 27-year-old Verlaine—whose wife was pregnant at the time—and soon moved into their home in Paris in 1871. Shortly after, the two lovers fled to London and lived in relative squalor, spending days on end at the Reading Room in the British Museum because the pens and ink were free. Their relationship grew extremely bitter, and eventually came to an end after Verlaine was sentenced to prison for shooting Rimbaud and wounding him in the left wrist. Rimbaud would end up writing influential classics such as A Season in Hell before abandoning poetry altogether at 20. During their travels in London, the two collaborated on a sonnet called Lines on the Arsehole , a ribald tribute to, um, the anus. Verlaine contributed an octet and Rimbaud contributed a sestet. Here are some salacious sections from both poets. 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. This book wouldn’t be what it is without the artwork in both pictures and letters. The art, by Blake Armstrong, is perfectly created for the madness within the covers, while the lettering by Andy C. Fellows lends to the fractured frame of mind of the author, and you can almost imagine the lines on (napkins? receipt? dollar bills?) nearly mimic this type of writing. The first time we made love I realized why I never prayed. One human can only say ‘Oh God’ so many times.” — “ The Atheist” by Megan Falley So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and consuming.” ― “ Untitled” by Michael Faudet

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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 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.” — “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell 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. Plus, whether you’re trying to seduce a new dating app match, reignite an old flame with an ex, or keep the romance alive with your partner, the sexual poems are like The Move for not only heating up the moment, but also seeming like you actually paid attention in high school literature class. (Win-win.)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

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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 ****. For 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: Ask any literary type who the best living poet is, and Heaney’s name will inevitably be in the mix. The winner of countless literary awards, including the 1995 Nobel Prize, he was called “the most important Irish poet since Yeats” by former Poet Laureate Robert Lowell. But Heaney is also known to sometimes write suggestively cheeky poetry as well. His poem Victorian Guitar includes the epigraph “Inscribed ‘Belonged to Louisa Catherine Coe before her marriage to John Charles Smith, March 1852’,” and features the following stanzas: She was wild, unpredictable, beautiful, and dangerous. Impossible to resist. A summer storm in a bikini.” ― “ Bitter Sweet Love” by Michael FaudetSome 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. She loved to spend rainy afternoons lost in thought, her hand daydreaming beneath the fabric of her floral panties.” ― “ Dirty Pretty Things” by Michael Faudet You are the one I am lit for. Come with your rod that twists and is a serpent. I am the bush. I am burning I am not consumed.” — “ To A Dark Moses” by Lucille Clifton I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.” ―“ Untitled” by Michael Faudet 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: