Long Poems About Love
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Long poems about love. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
The eve of new year 2025
I'm going out not knowing.
hoping to find some knowing.
This year has been a trike.
Hoping next years betta.
Or at least no worst.
Through there's room
A plenty for betta.
For me and all others.
Other year...
lured by a lover.
This time last year.
Future promising looked.
Lover left me.
Off with my best friend.
Oh I do miss the fella lol.
Other things other.
Didn't seem to go right.
Going with the flow do I.
The ebb & flow of the tide. ...
hoping to find some knowing.
This year has been a trike.
Hoping next years betta.
Or at least no worst.
Through there's room
A plenty for betta.
For me and all others.
Other year...
lured by a lover.
This time last year.
Future promising looked.
Lover left me.
Off with my best friend.
Oh I do miss the fella lol.
Other things other.
Didn't seem to go right.
Going with the flow do I.
The ebb & flow of the tide. ...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#TimeHeals
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Deeper Underground I Go
I can’t count the number
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
of poems I’ve expelled
beyond the busted seams
of experience
As if those seams could keep
the poems from my voice
How many emotions
were galactic tapestries
unraveling from a solar plexus
storing so many lives
How many verses reflect
the present
versus the ghosts
of a former century
And yet,
deeper underground
I go
The trick to navigating
the bowels of the beast
is not succumbing
to illusion over...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#love
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
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~journaling the micro mosaics of One’s interstellar journey
like the spread open
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
tiny citrussy vesicular
succulences.. afloat
they are.. the plasmic sacs..
as aerial liquescing
mosaics, in a blinding
bright lighted up
efflorescence..
[just when, rings aloud
the palindromic drums
11:11.. as quadrupling
Ones.. ever feels them
as the foundational
gargantuan pillars.. of
anything & everything
(they say, at least four
needs to be around.. for
a seamless carriage, of
one’s coffin.. in some
palanquin dignity.. as...
#birth
#dark
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
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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...
...
--‐------------------
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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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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Cavernous Echoes
Cavernous echoes
Inside the chamber
Where dust gathers
Course infinity
Ethereal breath amaze
Comfort succumbs
Filthy hands
Dare to handle
Touch a soul
Death inside
Suffocated prison
Paranoia hinted walls
At the prospect
Closing in
An escape alone
Devoid of purpose
Hidden in truth
Moments recall
Universal secrets
Into the abyss
Graven gaze
Eyes deeply
Fixated hypnosis
Mood transforms
Lust tempts
Deity life transpose
Nothing...
Inside the chamber
Where dust gathers
Course infinity
Ethereal breath amaze
Comfort succumbs
Filthy hands
Dare to handle
Touch a soul
Death inside
Suffocated prison
Paranoia hinted walls
At the prospect
Closing in
An escape alone
Devoid of purpose
Hidden in truth
Moments recall
Universal secrets
Into the abyss
Graven gaze
Eyes deeply
Fixated hypnosis
Mood transforms
Lust tempts
Deity life transpose
Nothing...
#girlfriend
#love
#marriage
#metaphor
#prose
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Dates And Maturity
#aging
#dating
#love
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Gingerbread Man
I don't need whipped cream or frosting to make me sweet.
Neither on my cookies.
Or to make my life sweet.
It's too much sugar for me.
A prince charming just isn't the one I need.
I want a gingerbread man,the one I'll feed.
A gingerbread man,one with frosting.
Candy buttons and chocolate eyes.
A gingerbread man,one full of color.
Make me fly higher,fall harder.
Depends on how you bake him in the oven,and a slice of cake.
A gingerbread man,one that someday will be a father.
A gingerbread man to play...
Neither on my cookies.
Or to make my life sweet.
It's too much sugar for me.
A prince charming just isn't the one I need.
I want a gingerbread man,the one I'll feed.
A gingerbread man,one with frosting.
Candy buttons and chocolate eyes.
A gingerbread man,one full of color.
Make me fly higher,fall harder.
Depends on how you bake him in the oven,and a slice of cake.
A gingerbread man,one that someday will be a father.
A gingerbread man to play...
#hurt
#loneliness
#love #sadness
#love #sadness
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This year I'm giving up shoes and social media -- just kidding
This new year I want to be a better person,
so I'll do some unattainable shit like
vow to piss away less time ,
to run more,
overthink less,
drink more water,
and eschew single-use plastic like it was
crawling with enviro cooties
and maybe I'll give up
social media,
and Taylor Swift,
and my argument,
that a taco is a
motherfucking sandwich
(you know it is)
maybe I'll give up...
you
as much as I...
so I'll do some unattainable shit like
vow to piss away less time ,
to run more,
overthink less,
drink more water,
and eschew single-use plastic like it was
crawling with enviro cooties
and maybe I'll give up
social media,
and Taylor Swift,
and my argument,
that a taco is a
motherfucking sandwich
(you know it is)
maybe I'll give up...
you
as much as I...
#love
#lover
#lust
#relationships
#romantic
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be the fire
in the early hours of morning
as dawn warmed the darkened sky
I stood transfixed
when a single star flashed brightly
lighting up a fading night
leaving me deeply moved
thoughts whispering softly
stirring in my mind
what would I say to you
if this was my last day
what wishes would I cast your way
what images would I press into your upturned palms
kissing & imbuing them with all my hopes
infusing your dreams
willing them into being
and then it occurred to me
I don't want you reading an unsent...
as dawn warmed the darkened sky
I stood transfixed
when a single star flashed brightly
lighting up a fading night
leaving me deeply moved
thoughts whispering softly
stirring in my mind
what would I say to you
if this was my last day
what wishes would I cast your way
what images would I press into your upturned palms
kissing & imbuing them with all my hopes
infusing your dreams
willing them into being
and then it occurred to me
I don't want you reading an unsent...
#daughter
#love
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Anticipation
I was tasting the hint of the anticipation.
It was like waiting for a painting,
Coming out of my brush.
I desired to create something beautiful,
Or a piece of human fabric, he liked.
Of natural.
And then the feel I could not realize it.
It was even taunting,
when i didn’t even have the supplement.
Of his love.
As a light that puts shadows on the right places,
just to make
the same picture.
It looks better.
Somebody had already planted that flower.
I dreaded of the happening of nothing,
Of an havoc brush that...
It was like waiting for a painting,
Coming out of my brush.
I desired to create something beautiful,
Or a piece of human fabric, he liked.
Of natural.
And then the feel I could not realize it.
It was even taunting,
when i didn’t even have the supplement.
Of his love.
As a light that puts shadows on the right places,
just to make
the same picture.
It looks better.
Somebody had already planted that flower.
I dreaded of the happening of nothing,
Of an havoc brush that...
#love
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We Sinking
We sinking
Baby do you see us sinking
We drowning
Baby I don't know how to swim
The ship is sinking, the captain knows
Passengers are clueless, but everybody shows
I guess we’re all drowning, suppose we all know
The weight of the water pulling us below
Did you see the signals?
Did they sound the horn?
Did you see us sinking?
The label held the warning
The waves were crashing, no lifeboats in sight
The stars were hiding, no guiding light
We held on tighter to the lies we were told ...
Baby do you see us sinking
We drowning
Baby I don't know how to swim
The ship is sinking, the captain knows
Passengers are clueless, but everybody shows
I guess we’re all drowning, suppose we all know
The weight of the water pulling us below
Did you see the signals?
Did they sound the horn?
Did you see us sinking?
The label held the warning
The waves were crashing, no lifeboats in sight
The stars were hiding, no guiding light
We held on tighter to the lies we were told ...
#love
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