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UNDERGROUND RETROSPECT: LOVE

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

LOVE POEM SHOWCASE

Something about the mystery, pain and ecstasy of love.
Your best love poem from your bag of tricks. older the better.

(same thing different theme)

Public vote

Do we have to wait for valentines day to feel and express love?
I don't know.  


Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 17016

Dirge of a broken heart

Love is to give and share
to hold to keep to declare
but as the golden circle
that binds do break
dew drops from aching hearts
fall unheeded on deeply furrowed souls
to ache to hurt in exquisite pain
knowing not how to love  again

Holding on to strangers' hands
willing to hope and feel again
but nary a sound the heart do gain
how far or further still the willingness
to say to talk to speak to tell
the feelings once felt
When one love's hand touches
though it ends in betrayal

Meander the crack in hearts do break
cracking like frozen ice in the antarctic
following the falling leaves of autumn
dead and helpless in its descent
watching him with his new love
a nail in love's coffin hammered
while within dying heart screams.
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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Eerie
Dangerous Mind
14awards
Joined 29th July 2018
Forum Posts: 891

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Blackwolf
I.M.Blackwolf
Tyrant of Words
13awards
Joined 31st Mar 2018
Forum Posts: 3572

For The Sake Of Love

 
I destroy myself , for the sake of love...

I walk through a mine field of your words...

I stand in the path of your semi - truck of rage...

I kneel on your electric monorail of intensity...

I welcome your furies beating me with their wings...

Perdurabo !

De Profundis Ad Lucem !

Per Ignem Ad Lucem !

Resurgam !

Yea , though I walk through the halls , and hells of love...

Vestigia Nulla Retrorsum !
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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AspergerPoet56
Tyrant of Words
Scotland 33awards
Joined 4th Dec 2018
Forum Posts: 1901

The Effigy Of Love

 
This longing  
Is endless  
A seed  
That has slowly grown
In my soul  
 
Her beauty  
inscribed  
Upon alabaster skin  
Seamless  
As infinity  
 
The effigy of love  
A lit candle  
Its flickering flame  
Slow burning  
In my heart  
 
My senses  
In her flow  
The wildness of rapids  
Dangerous  
Exhilarating  
 
To imagine  
The currents  
Depths  
Mysteries  
Of her ocean  
 
 
 
Written by AspergerPoet56
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Dangerous Mind
United States 25awards
Joined 31st Dec 2015
Forum Posts: 941

CHICKEN LOVE

Love is a game of chicken
Where nobody loses-
You just keep driving
Further and further
Into each other
Written by SatInUGal (Kumar)
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Phantom2426
Francisco J Vera
Tyrant of Words
United States 21awards
Joined 25th Jan 2020
Forum Posts: 5295

Poetry Queen

Poetry Queen is my muse
Unique with words
She's challenging me
With poetry of love
My heart is beating rapidly
For her unique words
Bring custom wisdom
To wander lust mind
Written by Phantom2426 (Francisco J Vera)
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Ahavati
Tams
Tyrant of Words
United States 123awards
Joined 11th Apr 2015
Forum Posts: 16923

On Love

Love is not a poem drinking coffee at dusk  
calculating distance of space to close between us;  
It's a ratio of silence at the gallery opening;  
the dark-cornered guest with an understanding  
we fail to emulate.  
  
It mingles like an impaled olive, cemented  
in glassine. Its grief outshines  
beautiful lichen munching satiated on stone  
when taken for granted, or aroused.  
The reminder hurts, so we close its orange-red eye  
with the sharp fingers of our mouth.  
 
We reason its truth until shrunken to a memory  
of a memory. It's not about our need, though;  
not the climb, the thrill, the release of salt  
and oil across our lips. It's about the stomach, peeling  
from the burn of heart. Or, becoming soggy, stale—  
our wordless mouths wide as epitaphs, sealed  
in a burning envelope of flesh.  
   
Love is not an Arbitrator mitigating gravity  
of circumstance with the warmth of absolution  
between us. Nor is it all wine at dawn, reflecting  
its burgundy omen. It's a bite: raw cacao; pine  
needles and bare feet; spoon of ice cream;  
swallowing a shard of ice.  
   
It's not a bookie on the bench with a pigeon  
in the race. But the very coop where we hatched,  
innated with a return tracking device;
but, all our educated-ignorance doesn't know how  
to finish this poem, so we can get back home once again.  
   
The End?  
(too cliché)  
 
Blessed be?  
(you're kidding?)
   
Namaste?  
(too "new age-y")
   
Sincerely?  
(too blasé)
   
Cordially --  
Best, or Kind regards?  
(too distant or formal)
   
Your Friend?  
(too "pamphlet-y")
   
Always?  
(maybe...)
   
Love?  
Yes. Love. 
~
Written by Ahavati (Tams)
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Dangerous Mind
United States 13awards
Joined 11th Aug 2016
Forum Posts: 260

Look At You

Your beauty exceedingly pleases my acuity
Your aura causes my spirit to feel heavenly
From the soles of your feet to the top of your head
Plus your intellect tells me that you're very well read

When you're wearing red, I get butterflies
Each & everytime cause I can't believe my eyes
I get high off the scent of your Weekend perfume
Invoking thoughts fraught with your body consumed

Exquisitely groomed and I'm in tune with your melody
As I kiss and lick every inch; enjoying such a delicacy
That's my secret fantasy that I'm hoping will grow roots
Some H-town, good loving, body rocking, knocking boots

Baby you are in the spotlight both day and night
You're the champ & I'm the contender in this fight
It's a pure delight having you etched in my thoughts
I'm falling for you and desiring to be caught

Taught to never give my heart to a wombman
But for you I'll break the rules of man's plan
I understand the chance of possible heartache
Yet, for your romance, that's a chance I'll gladly take
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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poet Anonymous

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Lazy_Dead
.Julia.
Fire of Insight
United States 4awards
Joined 29th Apr 2020
Forum Posts: 22

Savages

Ideally,    
an endless, replenishing  
source of nourishment,    
an ever flowing fountain.    
     
In reality,    
braving quenchless thirst,  
accustomed to leaky faucets,    
sporadically dripping.  
Trying our best to avoid dehydration  
   
Hypothetically,    
a warm invitation to    
dine amongst a long crowded table    
adorning an abundant feast.    
   
In actuality,    
grappling hunger pains.  
Unwelcomed outcasts,    
tossed scraps under the table    
sparingly offered left overs,    
sometimes settling for mere crumbs.    
Barely escaping starvation.    
   
A hodgepodge    
Some, fortunate enough to find it    
Others, spend a lifetime    
searching for it.    
The clusterfuck of love    
   
Yet, here I am    
accepting what is,    
In the habit of taking    
whatever I can get ...  
   
Don’t mind me,    
over here,    
Shamelessly
Savagely
Licking    
love    
off  
Knives
Written by Lazy_Dead (.Julia.)
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poet Anonymous

I really like JohnyBlaze's piece.

I felt better about the world having read through all these poems thanks to everyone who entered thus far. It will be put to a vote.

wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
United States 154awards
Joined 11th July 2012
Forum Posts: 1871

Composition

She’s like a symphony of words, of chorus and chords,
Coursing, dripping with emotion and lust sweet to the ear,
Rich in texture with a sheer delectable kinetic resonance,
My mind goes blind with decadence and joyous cheer.
 
You might say it’s copacetic to hear her spoken expressions,
Her lilts, her inflections, her delivery can be completely magnetic,
Almost prophetic and wholly aesthetically pleasing to the seer,
The way it appears to slip from her lips it’s really quite poetic.
 
It’s almost like that elusive dream with an obtrusive theme,
An unseen or unheard of aural fixation that ignites the night,
A flight of harmonies which fill the senses with utter amazement,
Like beautiful, would be an understatement to describe her light.
 
She’s like a masterpiece of mystery and clandestine desires,
A fusion of choirs and portrayers assembled to play the play,
By the way each one carries their notes and individual parts,
There is an art to the entire composition that carries me away.
Written by wallyroo92
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Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 2326

Envelope me, Again

from a package of 50, one pulled
by slender soft fingers and hand
gentle sensual and cool
told me, I am her man.

her pen upon my skin,
tickles me with delight
each stroke makes me giggle
as her ink continues to write.

Her hands slide a message within
causing me to want her more
I lay on the table and grin
Knowing that there will be more.

Smoothed out upon my form
she carefully opens my flap
Her hands causes me to warm
As she licks the glue off my lap.

Now she folds the flap shut
And seals me with a strong press
For a moment in loving time
Our skin is in perfect caress!

And now with a Forever stamp
She readies our final post
O, envelope me again
for I want only her the most.
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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