Love poems

Affable

Anyone got any love poems?

Any on the mystery of the opposite sex?

Insect Overlord

Here's one I wrote a few years ago.

Maria

Comparisons of beauty are easy
not when a summer’s day and Tralee’s rose
are lacking in originality.
The feeling for her that I have still grows,
perhaps because we are so held apart.
This is to me a predicament new,
one which late at night doth pain my heart.
Around me people jest it is love true.
Rarely ‘fore one’s eyes does such beauty pass.
Rarer still it’s felt reciprocated.
A friendship that I wish will ever last,
a feeling hoped will ne’er be out-dated.

As this I write ‘the woman of my dreams’
Shall remain just out of my reach, it seems…


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Insect Overlord

Is anybody else reading this thread..?

Lucy Lu

An File wrote: »

Is anybody else reading this thread..?

Just read some of your poems, very impressed. Keep up the good work

Matt Holck

An File wrote: »

Here's one I wrote a few years ago.

Maria

Comparisons of beauty are easy
not when a summer’s day and Tralee’s rose
are lacking in originality.
The feeling for her that I have still grows,
perhaps because we are so held apart.
This is to me a predicament new,

one which late at night doth pain my heart.
Around me people jest it is love true.
Rarely ‘fore one’s eyes does such beauty pass.
Rarer still it’s felt reciprocated.
A friendship that I wish will ever last,
a feeling hoped will ne’er be out-dated.

As this I write ‘the woman of my dreams’
Shall remain just out of my reach, it seems…


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the second stanza lines hing across a center verb like a falcrum on a see saw

imasmeasmecanbe

When do song birds cease to sing?
When you are queen and I your King.
For nothing shall come near the grace
that fills my heart with joy
and shines upon your face.

When do stars but blackened be?
And when the sun we cease to see?
When gazed upon beyond thine eyes
set a twinkling with my demise.

When she be man and man be she
and when the moon the sun.
Then and only then will
you and I be one.

Phototoxin

Messenger



Listen little butterfly on my hand,
Please listen and understand.
Please, psleae do not fly as I shed tears from my eye.

Listen, listen of my plight,
and only then do take flight.

Fly now, Fly! up above
and please tell God of my love.
For this girl she does not know,
and I don't have te courage to tell her so.

So fly now fly my little soul
and tell the King of young and old
for he is Lord of everything,
and will heed my message on your wing

And then a miracle he will do,
and say; "My child, she loves you"

Matt Holck

imasmeasmecanbe wrote: »

When do song birds cease to sing?
When you are queen and I your King.
For nothing shall come near the grace
that fills my heart with joy
and shines upon your face.

When do stars but blackened be?
And when the sun we cease to see?
When gazed upon beyond thine eyes
set a twinkling with my demise.

When she be man and man be she
and when the moon the sun.
Then and only then will
you and I be one.

I like this merging switching idea

couples that live together a long time
began to resemble each other
putting their face through traded expression
sometimes

Driseog

Don't really know too much about poetry and didn't even come up with a title but it was something I wrote a few years back and never got around to do any fine tuning with it.

Sick,
A confused heaviness over me,
A definite fondness but a feverish haze after that.
Like an excited moth,
When a light's turned on in a room.
Drawn to it fluttering and not altogether sure,
But lost and empty once switched off.
Why am I the moth and
You pretty, flourescent flickering light,
That teasingly turned off.
And I left heart heavy wondering,
In a half way house whether the bulb's blown.

Deliverance

...

busted flush

I lost my love, through lies and decite.
she was a hand ,i a glove.
My fault she cries, my fault she weeps.
Im sure i could lie my way back to her
But i think id be better served slipping out the back door!

imasmeasmecanbe

what care i for love or glory?
Or peace on earth and happy endings.
I have no need for lovers nothings
Nor for the night so tender.
What care I for happy couples
A wife, 2 kids, the eternal kiss.
What need have i for hopes and dreams
Or for tomorrow's torn up seams.

[If everything I ever loved
Now tells the same old story
Then in her eyes I've seen it die.
I never noticed nothings
My dreams were killed with tenderness
So what Care I for love and glory?
- The world, the stars and a half-told story/CENTER]

pauline fayne

Love poem

There were times
when you lived in my mind
watched warily with my eyes
as lifes strange edged sword
moved between us .


We parried words
offered to trade intangible things
"Some of your sensitivity
for some of my common sense ?"

Your worded thrust.
My silent reply
the only proof
of the cuts depth.


Yet for all this
there would be no climax of touch.
In dreams only
did my cheek lie
in the cupped hollow of your palm.


There would be no end
but the silent aftermath
of the blades final push.

CHD

I am in love
With a dove
rub a dub dub
ice cream in a tub

Broken heart
sly fart
trip to the mart
get up for morning dart

Breaking up
Shouldn't give a fup
alas i don't
be friends i won't

why do some verses
in poems not rhyme
seems quite silly
each to there own i suppose

Will love again
women and men
venus and mars
pluto and the moon too.

pauline fayne

The kiss

was cool,
slightly stubbled
platonically passionless ,
lasted two point five seconds.

Given one full minute
I might have
sent signals singing
along marriage -sated nerves

Warmed those thin lips
with long hidden lust,
chanced a quick , revealing
bite

Matt Holck

we both float
between skips upon the ground
together, we skim the surface
to each other only bound

westwoodgym

just google some,pleanty of them out there

Insect Overlord

westwoodgym wrote: »

just google some,pleanty of them out there

Troll much?

This is a creative writing forum, it's perfectly reasonable to look for poetry here.

sitout

CHD wrote: »

I am in love
With a dove
rub a dub dub
ice cream in a tub

Broken heart
sly fart
trip to the mart
get up for morning dart

Breaking up
Shouldn't give a fup
alas i don't
be friends i won't

why do some verses
in poems not rhyme
seems quite silly
each to there own i suppose

Will love again
women and men
venus and mars
pluto and the moon too.

VERY FUNNY! +1

evil-yoda

heres one of mine:
Cold and alone

An aching heart with bitter pain,
Once stung will never love again.
Sitting cold and alone in a silent place,
Sitting cold and alone, staring into space.

What wounds will heal time will tell,
Your words sounding a bitter sweet death knell.
Your words revealed now as lies,
Whom once you loved, you now despise

Flight19

Inside out umbrellas, i've counted five in bins today
it must have been stormy earlier
i should have got up when i promised myself last night
the days wasted and i've worn shoes with poor grips
i feel uncomfortable in myself
maybe its this t-shirt
i told my mother not to put my t-shirts in the dryer
here it goes
as i cross the street she smiles at me
she says hi
her teeth are perfect almost blue there so white
my head explodes
if only i had a piercing

sitout

Flight19 wrote: »

Inside out umbrellas, i've counted five in bins today
it must have been stormy earlier
i should have got up when i promised myself last night
the days wasted and i've worn shoes with poor grips
i feel uncomfortable in myself
maybe its this t-shirt
i told my mother not to put my t-shirts in the dryer
here it goes
as i cross the street she smiles at me
she says hi
her teeth are perfect almost blue there so white
my head explodes
if only i had a piercing

A few things, firstly i liked it.
Secondly, your grammar and punctuation were all over the place.
Thirdly id be a little more colourful in certain areas.
Fourthly for what i can see you have a unique way of telling a tale and unique cant be forged!

stevejazzx

Affable wrote: »

Anyone got any love poems?

Any on the mystery of the opposite sex?

here's one i worte years ago...


Quite how that grey substance ticks, I'll never know
he declared aloud before the aftershow
your nervous mind is a cruel comedy
of up and downs, a silent tragedy
like buster keaton in full swing
or charlie chaplin meandering
around those reems of monochrome
like memories from a childhood home
there was no argument then
just innocence and daring
just days, nights, kisses, tears and love.
yet here we are again
greeting the vultures of life with gifts
my pen was never stronger than their swords
your heart was never equal to their gold
I am still here but you are lost into that world now
Your mind is changed, I take my bow.

Flight19

sitout wrote: »

A few things, firstly i liked it.
Secondly, your grammar and punctuation were all over the place.
Thirdly id be a little more colourful in certain areas.
Fourthly for what i can see you have a unique way of telling a tale and unique cant be forged!

I agree, my grammar and punctuation is brutal. I think its because of the way i was edumacated.:)
Please give me an example of more colourful. My stuff is usually pretty morbid. Glad you liked it though.