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Love Alliteration Poems | Alliteration Poems About Love

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Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath my midnight mask, I remove, the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic, by my bedside, asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I could not ignore the light coming from the cracks in the open door
Giving it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seems to be deeming, a distance, of resistance
Curiosity, came a crawling, and caressing, 
To feel and taste, sinful skin, 
Everything then, grew thinner than thin,
Suddenly, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse, hits the wall, of nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, notwithstanding
Is this, a moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Only this, and nothing more!"
A natuary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwrecked floor
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is, and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking, and repeating, the speeding, of needing
My drugs, of pain and passion, to end the illusion
Of the self inflicted - bruising, from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted, and tainted, like the midnight dreary
Reciting, and exciting, like The Bells, of Annabel Lee, in fury
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin, is how it seems

On the nights my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I ravel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the dark side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scratch my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By:PD
Inspired by The Raven


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The Apple Of My Eye

She has freckles laid on her angelic baby skin 
creating hypnotizing patterns
like pieces of exotic rubies scattered 
on silk made by the queen of silkworms

Her exuberant eyes glisten with innocence
Her pupils dance like the brush of a painter
gentling putting the last touches on a masterpiece
to look at them makes me maudlin
like looking at old pictures of me in heaven

Her eyelashes are longer than the Mississippi river
they flutter like a butterfly flying over the 7th heaven

Her natural red lips are a rose in full bloom
bewitching every creatures’ attention 
with its dazzling mellow tone
When she smiles,
You can smell hearts melting
You can hear seas singing
You can see souls slowly flying
You can witness heaven’s gates opening

Her hair is a river of rare raw gold 
Her hairs move by the breeze
And draw waves in that river 

She almost has a halo
Her steps are well placed like bricks on a railroad
To look at her puts everything around me on snail mode
My heart almost stops when I talk to her like I’ve seen a pale ghost
She’s the apple of both of my eyes!
I will make sure not to die, ‘till our knot ties


By Abdessamad Aadoui A.K.A Armando Wiseguy


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Untitled

Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone

Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist

Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies


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' The Moon's Pilgrimage ... '

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …


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My Worst Christmas Ever

Snow falls around us 
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye



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Liquor Lips

If I were the bottle 
You would press your lips to my neck nightly.
If I were the liquid
 You would consume me multiple.
But I am just a woman
Who needs your attention always. 
If only you could
Liquor lips.


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Desire's Fire

It is desire’s fire that frees me from the forgettable
derived from delusion’s wondering eye of dire,
roaming around in squandered robes of pretend,
it offends me…
Idly it bends the very mending of heart’s love
as loves exquisite stitch tries to weave her tapestry
I live in her…I desire her very soul…
as a whole I am absorbed by her in mutual absolute
like the root of an aged tree to the rained ground beneath me
this is we:
Gracious energy like the first touch of your skin,
you within me within love we are free,
beneath my fingertips you feel what my lips don’t speak,
three freaks…you, me and love unique.
Inside your eyes a cascading world is locked in mine
as I find I spiral to the depths of your desire…
that fire that frees me from the forgettable.
My hope exists in and beyond love this way
as I lay dazed in a maize of vivacious bliss
as though a first kiss of deep gentleness yet known…
I am alone waiting to fall.
When love knocks on my heart’s door she will know
through the windows of my wild wanting soul
a new kind of whole let go to the energies of life
as we swing rushing on passion’s wing
like the voice that sings lyrics of hear felt feeling
reeling you in…true believing.
I so crave every piece that exists as your being
seeing beyond just that sexual feeling,
devoured entirely by the way you move,
by the way you move me…
how I feel when I see you feel me
as love is desire’s fire that frees me from the forgettable.
Love bares no chains to those who really see
the exquisite stitch weaved in her tapestry be
her captivating eyes…
Home to her true desires.


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Alliteration To the Mirror

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      Alone, face to face, regrets capture me
      And all along your constant complain
      and your heart's in the right side
      and long before my despair closed the lock
      you let her go — and lone she slowly went. 

      How to know then what, now, no one wonders
      Now, that snow glows drowning shadows of hope
      following down our own path of sown rows 
      with the wind blowing hard against our vows
      and the wrong worries of yellow dreams

      Your frown, my frowzy mood, throwing up hands
      callow youth with words for crown, a worn out bow
      A show off that mowed down in slow motion
      and you still crow in front of the crowd 
      and in a low voice I flow through remorse

      to lower myself and to grow you up
      to plow under by doubts your tricks of clown
      to throw down the drain my many years' growth
      of hollowness, sorrow ... my drowsy world
      With no flowers and no windows, who won?

      How to know then she was the only one?
      How to know then when lone she slowly went?
      How to know now if it's too late?
      — Don't cry, I know it's late —
      yrros mi ... me too ... me too



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When Time Stands Still

Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.

Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity 
Lapping up rays and shining them back

Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach 
Licking ripe juices off contented grin

Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness 

Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning

Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours


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The Bleeding Heart of a Standing Wall

 I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,

My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,

But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,

Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,

For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.


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