Love Poems
#love
Poetry about all aspects of love, appreciation and passion. Love poems includes writing about the negative side of relationships, breakups and heartbreak.
Drenched
I wake
Long silence
Til I realize I breath
And that thought an act of violence
Miss you
Wanting you
Like some unspoken need
Crave what I imagine to be true
My whore
My goddess
All "feels" and uncertainty
A merciless hunting tigress
You want me to look at you, breath lust for you
Nostrils flaring, eyes narrow, circling you
Is power feeling aching need rise for you
You've got it wrong but it is all about you
Fires blaze, roar, they scorch that on which they feed ...
Long silence
Til I realize I breath
And that thought an act of violence
Miss you
Wanting you
Like some unspoken need
Crave what I imagine to be true
My whore
My goddess
All "feels" and uncertainty
A merciless hunting tigress
You want me to look at you, breath lust for you
Nostrils flaring, eyes narrow, circling you
Is power feeling aching need rise for you
You've got it wrong but it is all about you
Fires blaze, roar, they scorch that on which they feed ...
#love
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He Calls Me Cherie
He calls me Cherie
As he slowly destroys me
Sending me
To worlds unknown
His hands in my wild mane
Pulling
Shock waves
My king
Love knows us
The tattered beings we are
Building us back up
Where we can be
Anything
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm
Bound by desire
I give myself to the man
Who’s darkness calls me
While his demons are laid aside
His hands roaming
My cries echoing
My king
Calls me Cherie
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm
Love knows us ...
As he slowly destroys me
Sending me
To worlds unknown
His hands in my wild mane
Pulling
Shock waves
My king
Love knows us
The tattered beings we are
Building us back up
Where we can be
Anything
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm
Bound by desire
I give myself to the man
Who’s darkness calls me
While his demons are laid aside
His hands roaming
My cries echoing
My king
Calls me Cherie
Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm
Love knows us ...
#erotic
#love
#lover #lyrics
#lover #lyrics
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Ti Amo
Ragazza swoons
Caffè noons
Thoughts sway
To playful tunes
We're miles apart
Signora sparks
Ti amo
From the heart
Caffè noons
Thoughts sway
To playful tunes
We're miles apart
Signora sparks
Ti amo
From the heart
#love
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Returning on a jet plane...
(Paul Harvey used to give "...the rest of the story" on the radio. The same radio played songs that gave us a glimpse into song character's lives but are never revisited! Even worse when the singer dies! I hated that! One of the songs I always felt needed an ending was...John Denver's: "Leaving on a jet plane." So, I present...Returning on a jet plane. Dedicated to the late John Denver.
--‐------------------
Packed my bags again...
I'm finally coming home...
I sang the songs they wanted...
'til...I felt so all alone...
...
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Packed my bags again...
I'm finally coming home...
I sang the songs they wanted...
'til...I felt so all alone...
...
#emotions
#love
#TimeHeals
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Clearly
You clearly don't hold me
In an opinion as high as I to you.
You clearly don't care about me
As much as I do.
Then why is it so hard to accept
And push through?
All you know
Is the surface.
No one pretends
And everything is perfect.
I'm starting to realize
What you did was not okay.
It cut it deep, it can't be fixed
No matter what you say.
I still care immensely
And I know you don't
I hold you so high,
The sky broke.
And everything came crashing down
Throughout the...
In an opinion as high as I to you.
You clearly don't care about me
As much as I do.
Then why is it so hard to accept
And push through?
All you know
Is the surface.
No one pretends
And everything is perfect.
I'm starting to realize
What you did was not okay.
It cut it deep, it can't be fixed
No matter what you say.
I still care immensely
And I know you don't
I hold you so high,
The sky broke.
And everything came crashing down
Throughout the...
#acceptance
#anger
#hurt
#love
#MovingOn
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Frequencies
I sought you briefly, a fleeting beacon,
to confirm my steps, my chosen path.
Will I ever see you again? I truly don’t know.
Are we tuned to the same frequency,
or have you merely stumbled upon my station,
a ghost caught in the hum of static?
I dug up your skeletons,
just so I could drink tea with them,
to make sense of the echoes they leave behind.
You fear the dark, but I find solace
where shadows weave their quiet embrace.
It was a Friday night—
a moment of resolve,
when I vowed to no longer dance ...
to confirm my steps, my chosen path.
Will I ever see you again? I truly don’t know.
Are we tuned to the same frequency,
or have you merely stumbled upon my station,
a ghost caught in the hum of static?
I dug up your skeletons,
just so I could drink tea with them,
to make sense of the echoes they leave behind.
You fear the dark, but I find solace
where shadows weave their quiet embrace.
It was a Friday night—
a moment of resolve,
when I vowed to no longer dance ...
#learning
#love
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Untamed
Love is not the gentle breeze of fairy tales
there are no happy ending with love untamed
but an unbreakable vow
melting skin from boney fingers
if we take our oath lightly and cast it out
A love so deep the gods themselves
cannot sate the yearning to be more than we are
It is not the love of neat little houses and routine
nor two point three kids and a tesla living in the garage
but the kind of love that makes demons blush
and mothers lift cars from children trapped beneath
Love demanding sacrifice, your life...
there are no happy ending with love untamed
but an unbreakable vow
melting skin from boney fingers
if we take our oath lightly and cast it out
A love so deep the gods themselves
cannot sate the yearning to be more than we are
It is not the love of neat little houses and routine
nor two point three kids and a tesla living in the garage
but the kind of love that makes demons blush
and mothers lift cars from children trapped beneath
Love demanding sacrifice, your life...
#love
#redemption
#sacrifice
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conscious
interpretating the ache I languish
touching my scars like a touchstone
reading them like brail
taking inventory of my life
with visions of what could be
desiring a type of fulfillment
seeking enlightenment
talking to spirits, wondering the meaning of it all
the souls over the immortal like to speak
gossiping in my ears
whispering hush lovely ones
let me make it through blind
my observations are vital teachers
the way I see things opens minds
the mind of the Father who watches intently ...
touching my scars like a touchstone
reading them like brail
taking inventory of my life
with visions of what could be
desiring a type of fulfillment
seeking enlightenment
talking to spirits, wondering the meaning of it all
the souls over the immortal like to speak
gossiping in my ears
whispering hush lovely ones
let me make it through blind
my observations are vital teachers
the way I see things opens minds
the mind of the Father who watches intently ...
#love
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When tears fall
When tears fall from up above what could happen in your, brain 🧠 that is your mind and heart ❤️ and spiritual subconsciousness of your own thoughts. 🧐 For I just don't want you to go through the process of the sounds, of the rain drops. 💧 I want you to think 🤔 about the last time, that in your own time. WHEN you shed tears from your own eyes due, to the very deepness of the truth of the hurt and spiritual pain. THAT you had and have to go through, 🤔 in your own personal life. 🙏 For sure your tears will be more than tears falling...
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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To My Mother at New Year's
On the phone, my father
urges me to remember you.
I remember your anger,
the luminous swell
of your outdated,
blond beehive;
your cold opulence,
how everything you touched
turned beautiful.
How you smelled of Giorgio,
the gorgeous handwriting
on your envelopes.
In every room,
an elegant vase of flowers,
petals and ivy descending
in perfect patterns;
luxurious dresses
you created yourself.
How I could never fit
into your constellations
of perfection...
urges me to remember you.
I remember your anger,
the luminous swell
of your outdated,
blond beehive;
your cold opulence,
how everything you touched
turned beautiful.
How you smelled of Giorgio,
the gorgeous handwriting
on your envelopes.
In every room,
an elegant vase of flowers,
petals and ivy descending
in perfect patterns;
luxurious dresses
you created yourself.
How I could never fit
into your constellations
of perfection...
#death
#grief
#love
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Love isn't for me
Oh; how long it’s been
Since I wore a grin
Should I let love begin
No; maybe it’s sin
Or love isn’t for me
Oh; I can’t believe...
how heart deceive
With words it weaves..
yet love won’t cleave
Guess that love for real.... ain't meant for me
Oh; how dreams delay
A hope in grey... that fades halfway
I kneel and pray
But love won’t look my way
Oh; how pain persists
A fleeting kiss... that slits the wrists
Each joy resists
Because love won’t come to me
Oh; how time’s a thief
It...
Since I wore a grin
Should I let love begin
No; maybe it’s sin
Or love isn’t for me
Oh; I can’t believe...
how heart deceive
With words it weaves..
yet love won’t cleave
Guess that love for real.... ain't meant for me
Oh; how dreams delay
A hope in grey... that fades halfway
I kneel and pray
But love won’t look my way
Oh; how pain persists
A fleeting kiss... that slits the wrists
Each joy resists
Because love won’t come to me
Oh; how time’s a thief
It...
#emotional
#heartbroken
#love #rejection
#love #rejection
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Left unsaid
Left unsaid”, I had seen these words before in a picture.
Shown somewhere.
Black capital words written on a big white wall.
Simple!
Creative!
I had liked it immediately at first sight,
But this is not the reason I was thinking of it today.
This time I was wearing it on me,
Like a white piece of cloth, with black capital letters.
This felt my thing.
Nice to have aroused my imagination, but hurtful to feel!
I had a reason of that feeling.
It was all about one day before
…I had been writing on a piece of paper,
All white! ...
Shown somewhere.
Black capital words written on a big white wall.
Simple!
Creative!
I had liked it immediately at first sight,
But this is not the reason I was thinking of it today.
This time I was wearing it on me,
Like a white piece of cloth, with black capital letters.
This felt my thing.
Nice to have aroused my imagination, but hurtful to feel!
I had a reason of that feeling.
It was all about one day before
…I had been writing on a piece of paper,
All white! ...
#love
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DU Poetry : Love Poems