Love Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about lost love, heartbreak and relationship problems
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Ahavati
Poem Published
26th Jan 2020 2:59pm
26th Jan 2020 2:59pm
White Windows
I’m not easy to love;
I work too much
—my mind drifts—
inclined to deep focus
forgoing rest, balance;
but, you effortlessly allot
distance to do what I enjoy
—minus stipulation—
whatever makes me happy
in that particular moment
without condition
Our time will come;
and, you’ll be there
If not, it’ll be painless
shaping space for your freedom
—beyond expectation—
whatever makes you...
I work too much
—my mind drifts—
inclined to deep focus
forgoing rest, balance;
but, you effortlessly allot
distance to do what I enjoy
—minus stipulation—
whatever makes me happy
in that particular moment
without condition
Our time will come;
and, you’ll be there
If not, it’ll be painless
shaping space for your freedom
—beyond expectation—
whatever makes you...
#love
#relationships
#historical
#philosophical
#wisdom
307 reads
59 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:12pm
Yesterday 8:12pm
HEART AND SOUL
As we come to this fork within the road of our lives, there is something I feel I need and want to say to you, for as the mere infusing of my emotions and inner feelings echos through the darkness of my silence, deep within my spiritual soul.
I feel that these walls I builded around me not to keep me in as an prisoner behind walls of...
I feel that these walls I builded around me not to keep me in as an prisoner behind walls of...
#love
#kindness
#strength
#courage
#inspirational
18 reads
1 Comment
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 5:30am
17th Feb 2020 5:30am
Double Black
When I came to Jackson Hole
it deeply calmed my soul
whether racing to be first
or the last to fall
Carving down each tricky trail
powdery white as a sail
letting it always just be
here in the moment
Chasing my dearest friends
around moguls, trees and bends
to the lulling sound of swish
and hush of deep snow...
it deeply calmed my soul
whether racing to be first
or the last to fall
Carving down each tricky trail
powdery white as a sail
letting it always just be
here in the moment
Chasing my dearest friends
around moguls, trees and bends
to the lulling sound of swish
and hush of deep snow...
#grief
60 reads
15 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 6:21am
15th Feb 2020 6:21am
Men and Women 2.0
Men and Women
Both of us want
Different things
Some men want
Low key women
Some women want
men who are fit
Some men also want
feisty women
With lots of spunk
But in the end
Men and Women
Enjoy themselves with
The Chase
Both of us want
Different things
Some men want
Low key women
Some women want
men who are fit
Some men also want
feisty women
With lots of spunk
But in the end
Men and Women
Enjoy themselves with
The Chase
#love
#women
#men
#honesty
#philosophical
36 reads
2 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2020 10:28pm
22nd Feb 2020 10:28pm
Farm Cats 2
When there are no more furry friends
grooming or curled between restless legs
while attempting sleep, disturbing theirs
every time I dare roll over . . .
caterwauling in air raid siren fashion
because God gave them such simple brains
comprehending little beyond hormones . . .
swimming the floor as frenzied sharks
feast-ively finning into action upon hearing
the electric can-opener that is Pavlov's Bell . . .
When there are no more furry friends
Well ...
I guess that's when...
grooming or curled between restless legs
while attempting sleep, disturbing theirs
every time I dare roll over . . .
caterwauling in air raid siren fashion
because God gave them such simple brains
comprehending little beyond hormones . . .
swimming the floor as frenzied sharks
feast-ively finning into action upon hearing
the electric can-opener that is Pavlov's Bell . . .
When there are no more furry friends
Well ...
I guess that's when...
#love
#cats
#animals
25 reads
6 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 7:33pm
18th Aug 2019 7:33pm
Carousel
Here I go again
Round and round
Dressed and painted
Like the colorful horses
On the merry-go-round
Attached to the cold metal pole
Moving at a trot
Up and down
Going nowhere
Peripheral vision captures
The beauty of cultured gardens
Flowers bowing in reverence
To silenced agony
Trees
Majestic in quiet stately beauty
Nodding in pathos
Yet unable to free me
Savage my screams
Primitive my needs
Wanton my desires
Your painted
Papier mache ears
Will...
Round and round
Dressed and painted
Like the colorful horses
On the merry-go-round
Attached to the cold metal pole
Moving at a trot
Up and down
Going nowhere
Peripheral vision captures
The beauty of cultured gardens
Flowers bowing in reverence
To silenced agony
Trees
Majestic in quiet stately beauty
Nodding in pathos
Yet unable to free me
Savage my screams
Primitive my needs
Wanton my desires
Your painted
Papier mache ears
Will...
#heartbroken
266 reads
8 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 3:52am
1st Feb 2020 3:52am
The Perfect Love
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation."
~ Osho
Love is not a possession,
Or an object of obsession;
It is selfless, never selfish,
Understanding, never jealous.
It is caring, and non-intrusive,
It's not too daring or elusive;
It's forgiving, always giving,
Never hissing, never hitting.
It's an expression of appreciation, ...
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation."
~ Osho
Love is not a possession,
Or an object of obsession;
It is selfless, never selfish,
Understanding, never jealous.
It is caring, and non-intrusive,
It's not too daring or elusive;
It's forgiving, always giving,
Never hissing, never hitting.
It's an expression of appreciation, ...
#love
#kindness
#beauty
#patience
#passion
238 reads
28 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 8:40am
14th Feb 2020 8:40am
Sweet is Passion's Wound
We cannot imagine a greater thing than a martyr's love
so we climb the nearest cross at its first full moon
and there we enter its membership - pain as but a garnish
to the sweetest feast of manifest abundance in affection
a heaven
The inability to sustain joy in the face of isolation
becomes our testimony to the importance of intimacy
and the gift of unconditional accepting love...
healing in the face of surrounding support
the pinnacle
Forgiveness is a teaching only valuable within a balance ...
so we climb the nearest cross at its first full moon
and there we enter its membership - pain as but a garnish
to the sweetest feast of manifest abundance in affection
a heaven
The inability to sustain joy in the face of isolation
becomes our testimony to the importance of intimacy
and the gift of unconditional accepting love...
healing in the face of surrounding support
the pinnacle
Forgiveness is a teaching only valuable within a balance ...
#LifeStruggles
36 reads
8 Comments
Didi3d
Poem Published
20th Feb 2020 6:48pm
20th Feb 2020 6:48pm
Shadow and light
Shadow and light
are playing hopscotch
Seeking each other
Spying
Repelling and attracting
One and so different
when one intensifies
the other darkens
When the first drops
the second attenuates
light and shadow
like desire and envy
my hand seeking your curve
your smile attracting my hand
are playing hopscotch
Seeking each other
Spying
Repelling and attracting
One and so different
when one intensifies
the other darkens
When the first drops
the second attenuates
light and shadow
like desire and envy
my hand seeking your curve
your smile attracting my hand
#love
#romantic
#beauty
#honesty
#crush
55 reads
12 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2018 00:00am
2nd Jan 2018 00:00am
Love Has Set (ottava rima)
Now his brief light has set, life is one long
and everlasting sleep, so I'll just make
the least fuss every day - I'll sing my songs
of love and lust and passion; I'll equate
each day to his short lifetime; repeat wrongs
to support needs and frailties; I will wake,
denying possibilities; repose
is not for sleepless ones; I'd kiss his nose...
In photographs upon the mantelpiece,
he stares so luminously; decayed suns
leave me at dusk to shine elsewhere; release
my bleak...
and everlasting sleep, so I'll just make
the least fuss every day - I'll sing my songs
of love and lust and passion; I'll equate
each day to his short lifetime; repeat wrongs
to support needs and frailties; I will wake,
denying possibilities; repose
is not for sleepless ones; I'd kiss his nose...
In photographs upon the mantelpiece,
he stares so luminously; decayed suns
leave me at dusk to shine elsewhere; release
my bleak...
#heartbroken
#breakup
#conflict #IMissYou
#conflict #IMissYou
373 reads
16 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 5:07pm
12th Nov 2019 5:07pm
For Mira
It’s a funeral. It’s a loss. That’s why there are no words.
There’s nothing documented between
Aardvark
And
Zyzzyva
That can fill the void
Of you
In my life,
Nor frame
My utter
Devastation
Nothing
That will unwound you, but
The day is long and
Boring, so
I fucking dance,
Kick up my
Heels,
Amidst
The dim
Procession
I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up
Hey,...
There’s nothing documented between
Aardvark
And
Zyzzyva
That can fill the void
Of you
In my life,
Nor frame
My utter
Devastation
Nothing
That will unwound you, but
The day is long and
Boring, so
I fucking dance,
Kick up my
Heels,
Amidst
The dim
Procession
I fuck stupid
I, stupid fuck
I, Exilis
I fuck things up
Hey,...
#heartbroken
#confessional
#TruthOfLife #IMissYou
#TruthOfLife #IMissYou
344 reads
31 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 4:23pm
9th Jan 2020 4:23pm
when I think back on it
the lions of morning
at my throat
coffee as black and
bitter as the bowels
of hell
the days on the
calendar grow
scant
remembering something
in your eyes that spoke
of broken tongues
and wingless
birds
what was it again?
ahh yes...
i recall now
there's only a few small
steps between living
and dying
and love is a wounded spider
with two shattered legs dragging
itself across a jagged floor ...
at my throat
coffee as black and
bitter as the bowels
of hell
the days on the
calendar grow
scant
remembering something
in your eyes that spoke
of broken tongues
and wingless
birds
what was it again?
ahh yes...
i recall now
there's only a few small
steps between living
and dying
and love is a wounded spider
with two shattered legs dragging
itself across a jagged floor ...
#anger
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
#disappointment
52 reads
7 Comments
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