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.
Bite
Hello Winter my old familiar lover
how I miss your cool, calculating embrace
your grip on my bones unlike any other
as you leave naught but frozen drops on my face
Nibble on my ears until they feel the burn
hold me close as we dance slowly cheek to cheek
fingers and toes tingle with our every turn
take my breath away so I can barely speak
I long for your whispers and sweet little lies
a promise of warmth I never feel inside
there’s a need as a little part of me dies
a ghostly touch which only you can provide
...
how I miss your cool, calculating embrace
your grip on my bones unlike any other
as you leave naught but frozen drops on my face
Nibble on my ears until they feel the burn
hold me close as we dance slowly cheek to cheek
fingers and toes tingle with our every turn
take my breath away so I can barely speak
I long for your whispers and sweet little lies
a promise of warmth I never feel inside
there’s a need as a little part of me dies
a ghostly touch which only you can provide
...
#love
#winter
#nature
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a fallen star
a mother weeps—
her son is dead!
the chief resigns.
down in the riverbed,
sad water seeps
like tears instead,
and crudely undermines
her will to forge ahead.
out in the cold,
a fallen star;
a city raged.
the Eyes of God look down
upon His world,
His own memoir
a Cross for sin assuaged,
no different from her own.
the pain of Love
bears not its own
ignominy.
Grace to the world of men
comes from above,
that may be shown
sin’s evil tenancy
shall...
her son is dead!
the chief resigns.
down in the riverbed,
sad water seeps
like tears instead,
and crudely undermines
her will to forge ahead.
out in the cold,
a fallen star;
a city raged.
the Eyes of God look down
upon His world,
His own memoir
a Cross for sin assuaged,
no different from her own.
the pain of Love
bears not its own
ignominy.
Grace to the world of men
comes from above,
that may be shown
sin’s evil tenancy
shall...
#love
#kindness
#grief #redemption
#grief #redemption
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Touched By Laurels
Falling from the sky
touched by laurels
into tomorrow
like a feather
holding on
to my destination
of pillows on the ground
and Heaven's cupcakes
touched by laurels
into tomorrow
like a feather
holding on
to my destination
of pillows on the ground
and Heaven's cupcakes
#happiness
#love
#inspirational #emotions
#inspirational #emotions
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My Love
1914
My love is a coda, long
After we have passed.
New creatures spring
From our soft bodies
And critique it and poke at it.
In a tangle of untruths
And speculation.
1939
My love is fire,
Unruly and loud, crackling
And spitting toward
Passerbys. They'd
Collapse otherwise,
hopeless. I am the prince
Of a faraway land,
Proud and shining.
1967
My love is in beauty.
The hand on my chest
Or the friendship it offers.
Cool breeze and
ghostly echos of us ...
My love is a coda, long
After we have passed.
New creatures spring
From our soft bodies
And critique it and poke at it.
In a tangle of untruths
And speculation.
1939
My love is fire,
Unruly and loud, crackling
And spitting toward
Passerbys. They'd
Collapse otherwise,
hopeless. I am the prince
Of a faraway land,
Proud and shining.
1967
My love is in beauty.
The hand on my chest
Or the friendship it offers.
Cool breeze and
ghostly echos of us ...
#love
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Destiny
Cornered from all corners
The Rhythm is cast in place of the sea,
Drunk in the Burden of We
How We are; is how we were not meant to be.
But lonely we walk across the jubilee
In Which we Slant the Right; Cross the banshee
Jumped Up, by left we walk.
Into the Way of Life Overstocked.
What Matters is you at the door.
What matters is we falling for the ashore.
Because we see ourselves walking.
To Places we can not See;
a Left to the Right next to plea
What is Life in Which eternal
We Lived together you and me?
The Rhythm is cast in place of the sea,
Drunk in the Burden of We
How We are; is how we were not meant to be.
But lonely we walk across the jubilee
In Which we Slant the Right; Cross the banshee
Jumped Up, by left we walk.
Into the Way of Life Overstocked.
What Matters is you at the door.
What matters is we falling for the ashore.
Because we see ourselves walking.
To Places we can not See;
a Left to the Right next to plea
What is Life in Which eternal
We Lived together you and me?
#love
#dating
#emotions
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Hey everyone
I hope everyone is ok at the moment, here on DUP.
My brother took his own life last year,
I've been trying to process that shit.
It's all I can think about, I'm devastated for him, and for my family.
My head is a complete mess.
He was a really kind and sensitive, beautiful guy with his whole life ahead of him. He was loved by everyone.
Who knows where to go from here, I don't know. (become a Buddhist monk maybe, or a hermit)
...
My brother took his own life last year,
I've been trying to process that shit.
It's all I can think about, I'm devastated for him, and for my family.
My head is a complete mess.
He was a really kind and sensitive, beautiful guy with his whole life ahead of him. He was loved by everyone.
Who knows where to go from here, I don't know. (become a Buddhist monk maybe, or a hermit)
...
#happiness
#love
#hope
#peace
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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The Island (The Poet Pirate series part 4)

#love
#erotic
#dreams
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Return As Found .... Broken
Do you remember Baby when you first entered in to my heart
Your love was the adhesive needed to hold together my various parts
I couldn't help but wonder why I was chosen
So many stumbles, trips and falls, I was so dam broken
My heart was nothing more than an abandoned tenement
Of use to nothing and no one, only Pain agreed to the rent
But you entered, and with soothing words and the softest caress
You flipped a condo out of this broken mess
There was that twinkle and spark that returned to my eyes
Just as...
Your love was the adhesive needed to hold together my various parts
I couldn't help but wonder why I was chosen
So many stumbles, trips and falls, I was so dam broken
My heart was nothing more than an abandoned tenement
Of use to nothing and no one, only Pain agreed to the rent
But you entered, and with soothing words and the softest caress
You flipped a condo out of this broken mess
There was that twinkle and spark that returned to my eyes
Just as...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
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I see her
With every tear that she doesn't shed I see her
With every hair that isn't in place I see her
With every sigh held under her breath I see her
With every day that passes where she doesn't dress to impress I see her
With every moment that pass where she feels unheard I see her
With every smile that went unsmiled I see her
There's love when I see her
There's sacrifice when I see her
There's joy when I see her
There's pain when I see her
There's beauty when I see her
There's scars when I see her
But when its all said...
With every hair that isn't in place I see her
With every sigh held under her breath I see her
With every day that passes where she doesn't dress to impress I see her
With every moment that pass where she feels unheard I see her
With every smile that went unsmiled I see her
There's love when I see her
There's sacrifice when I see her
There's joy when I see her
There's pain when I see her
There's beauty when I see her
There's scars when I see her
But when its all said...
#love
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Tribute: Epilogue
Ocean waves pummel
sharp-edged glass shard
rounding, polishing
making matte, gloss sheen.
life, long and hard,
does, eventually,
make smooth our extremes
Thus it is with step-mother
who now assumes
a compassionate glow
whom to father, aged and ailing,
shows loving devotion unfailing
and I, the antecessors son
retired the step and call her mom
This transformation,
my dear deceased mother knew,
was bound to transpire eventually
for I hadn’t a clue, on the day that I wed
why I did copious tears...
sharp-edged glass shard
rounding, polishing
making matte, gloss sheen.
life, long and hard,
does, eventually,
make smooth our extremes
Thus it is with step-mother
who now assumes
a compassionate glow
whom to father, aged and ailing,
shows loving devotion unfailing
and I, the antecessors son
retired the step and call her mom
This transformation,
my dear deceased mother knew,
was bound to transpire eventually
for I hadn’t a clue, on the day that I wed
why I did copious tears...
#happiness
#love
#mother
#acceptance
#NaPoWriMo2021
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Is eternity long enough?
I vow to always respect you and care for you in all the ways you truly deserve
I have so much admiration for you I will never subject you to any more hurt
I will never humiliate you or display any kind of abuse
Overdosing off your love, this is my kind of use
True love can be the kind of love many have to chase and desire
It takes time to bloom, for the wood to produce fire
I want to GIVE to the relationship unconditionally without expecting something back
Your beautiful smile and your laugh out loud can fix any bad day that once was wack
I...
I have so much admiration for you I will never subject you to any more hurt
I will never humiliate you or display any kind of abuse
Overdosing off your love, this is my kind of use
True love can be the kind of love many have to chase and desire
It takes time to bloom, for the wood to produce fire
I want to GIVE to the relationship unconditionally without expecting something back
Your beautiful smile and your laugh out loud can fix any bad day that once was wack
I...
#love
#FallingInLove
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Worst Mistake
As my tears come falling down on all of these keys
I'm stuck hoping, praying, wishing nobody goes through times like these
You see, I lost my queen.... most amazing wife to be
I shifted my time and focus off of you and unto me
Not realizing the pain, not realizing the hurt
Right off your back, I just took your shirt
Not seeing the tears was from me, the silence wasn't a plea
Not understanding that neglecting you was making you leave
I never imagined in my darkest nightmares I'd be the protagonist
Or that my cons always seemed to...
I'm stuck hoping, praying, wishing nobody goes through times like these
You see, I lost my queen.... most amazing wife to be
I shifted my time and focus off of you and unto me
Not realizing the pain, not realizing the hurt
Right off your back, I just took your shirt
Not seeing the tears was from me, the silence wasn't a plea
Not understanding that neglecting you was making you leave
I never imagined in my darkest nightmares I'd be the protagonist
Or that my cons always seemed to...
#love
#IMissYou
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DU Poetry : Love Poems