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Long poem by Peter Duggan | Details |

In memory of Bob

In memory of Bob
A true story.

It was in spring of two thousand when I first saw Bob. I’d just started working at Perth Dental hospital, and in fact it was my first day there. I walked up to the front door of this building, but it wasn’t yet opened. So I turned around and went to sit in the bus shelter which was just outside the building. As I went to sit down I noted a dark skinned gentleman sitting there with a happy, benign look on his face. He was about five feet eight give or take a little, and he was rather a thickset man who looked like he’d done his fair share of hard work in his sixty years or more.

     There was something about this Gentleman that I could not quite put my finger on. He had a certain charisma about him; not the phony kind of charisma that one seen in the car salesman or the philanderer who messes with women’s heads, no, Bob had a kind of friendly smile for everyone that he met, and he seemed to draw people into him with his love, and gigantic heart. I knew as soon as I met him that Bob was most definitely for me.

      As Bob looked at me and smiled, the whole world seemed to open up. He said “Ow ya  going mate” in a loud ebullient manner, then we started to chat. Bob was like myself, a thinker, and straight away we started philosophizing about this, that, and the other, and it was like we had known each other forever. Then all of a sudden I found Bob talking about death, and the difference in the way the Maori people faced death, compared to the rather the silly way us white folk look at the subject with great fear in our hearts. Now this had always interested me, and  somehow it just seemed natural to talk to this Maori gentlemen on this subject, and we spoke about it till the doors opened and it was time to work.

      I don’t think anything happens just by chance, and I definitely have this feeling that Bob and I were meant to meet, and I really think this was a major destiny thing. I have found during the course of my life,  that as I am aging, I can feel something pushing me into a certain direction, and I always felt that Bob was part of all this; and I had much to learn from him. Although I have never believed in organized religion, and never followed one I have always felt deeply spiritual, and I have met many people who I learned from, and Bob was most definitely one of them with all his great wisdom and patience. As I came to know Bob, we had many dialogues together, on many subjects. Bob used to love music and could always have time to plonk away on his guitar. He used to come round to my place and we would play songs together, though both he and I were no Eric Clapton’s, I would bang around on my guitar and play the harp, while we would both take out turns at singing. We’d have a smoke or a beer or two, and we’d play songs all day long,  ahhh, I remember those days well, the memories are so strong.

     Bob was one hell of a man, I could tell that he had been a wild one in his youth,
But when I knew him in his sixties he was an icon of wisdom and virtue; he had a kind word for everyone, and gave all his time to anybody who needed him, always.
He used to hear me waffling on like an idiot, trying to make him like me [as I always did] but never once did he tell me how foolish I was, he would just smile knowingly at me. He used to stand there at the window for hours, just drinking in the trees, or the clouds in the sky, and yet he was so aware, I used to try to sneak up on him; it couldn’t be done. His awareness was incredible.

     Then one day Bob fell ill with terminal cancer, and he knew that he had very little time left on this Earth. He lay there sick for days in intolerable pain,  but you never heard one complaint from him, even when he only had days to live, he was still worrying about the welfare of others. When the day finally come for Bob to leave his shell; he was lying there in deep sleep, when all of a sudden he woke up, with a smile on his face. His children asked him ‘Dad, do you want some pain killers” Bob laughed, compassion written all over his face, and he said to them ‘Not one of you has a clue, have you’ and he died with a big smile on his face.

   His daughter got in touch with me, and told me about his death, and also told me that his last wish was to have me watch his soul leave his body. I felt very honored about this and went and sat with his body [as Maoris do]. I got the most peaceful feeling come to me [which I presume was his spirit leaving his body] as I watched his silent body, a Mari war stick and a beautiful rose lay across his chest. I still see it, and I feel blessed by it. He was my Maori warrior, and I adored the man.
 


Long poem by SillyBilly theKidster | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_psycho_paths_prey_454001' st_title='A Psycho Path's Prey'>

A Psycho Path's Prey

My prey lays on the table somewhat consciously.
He is slowly reviving from my injection that put him to sleep.
He is secured to the table with duct tape tightly.
I'll remove the gag from his mouth when he awakens fully.
His muffled screams begin inevitably.
It's time to greet my very soon to be very deceased.
Brandishing my blade in front of the face of he
I say to him calmly but very assertively,
"I'm going to remove your gag, but I'll cut your tongue out if you scream.
Nod if you understand me and agree."
After nodding at me shaken understandably,
I removed the gag, he then began to speak.
"What's going on? Who Are you?" he said to me.
I replied, "It would appear that I am your final destiny."
He looked at me shaken and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm about to kill you," I said to him nonchalantly.
I held up a photo of a young lady.
"She's now dead because of you," I said to he.
I held up another photograph for him to see.
"You killed this man too apparently
on a drunk hit and run accident spree."
"I didn't kill them," he pleaded, "It wasn't me."
I held up another photo and simply stated, "Oh really?"
"You killed this little girl on the day of her birthday party.
Never another birthday will she or her grieving family ever again see."
I held up more photos for him to see.
Some were children, some were young, some were elderly.
"..but it wasn't me, I swear," he cried pleadingly.
"It wasn't me," he cried, "It was the booze. It completely takes over me."
"Now there's a situation," I said to he,
"that I'm not completely unsympathetic to actually.
You see, I can't help myself either," I said to him.
"I have no control over my desire to kill human beings."
"I promise I'll never drink again," he then said to me,
"I'm so sorry for all I've done.  Please, please believe me."
"You've done this way too many times to be truly sorry.
You would just kill again if I set you free
and so very soon you will be wrapped in garbage bags neatly
and dropped to the bottom of my little corner of the world under the sea
where you will never be lonely. You will share very similar company
with others much like you who have had this moment with me.
Neither you or I are in full control of our destiny,
but it would appear that I hold the upper hand presently,"
and as I plunged my blade through his heart I was immediately released
from my dark passenger's embrace that allows me no peace.
I don't know why I am the way that I am.
All I want more than anything is to be a normal and good man,
so as long as my dark passenger continues to haunt me,
killing other human beings will be the way I always will be,
so I'll channel my darkness where it will be most in need.
I'll take out the garbage and dump it at the bottom of the sea.
*
I like to write dark occasionally,
so don't be turning me in to any law enforcement agency.
I've just been viewing my collection of DEXTER DVDs
which has motivated me to write dark lately.


Long poem by Kimber James | Details |

Buttons

I never imagined things would come to this
With you, life is filled with such bliss.
All the laughs we share,
No other memories could compare.
I love your smile
It's more radiant than the sunset's reflection off the ocean.
More beautiful than the tidal waves in motion.
My life is complete,
All the times with you are set on repeat.
Your voice when you sing
Brings a smile so wide
Up to my eyes
You make me feel hypnotized.  
Rewind, pause, play and fast-forward are four buttons
If life had buttons, things would change all of a sudden
You could go back
When things start to crack
You could pause and stay in that moment
Just because
You could play
And go day by day
Or fast-forward and see
What life has to offer
Can I press rewind?
Id go back and give you all my time.
From the very beginning, ive felt weve had this connection.
Since then, I’ve tried to show affection. 
Id press rewind
And show you more
My feelings for you would galore.
Like a firework in the sky
Like a bird soaring high
Id make you want me
Just as much as I want us to be
Id give you every dime
Id give you all my time
Id walk every mile
To be your every laugh and every smile
Can I press fast-forward?
To see what life would have to offer
Would your hand be in mine
Would our fingers intertwine
Would we dance and sing
In perfect rhythm and harmony
Would we go on an adventure
To explore the whole world together
Can I press play?
Stay in this moment 
And take it day by day
I want you now
To you, I wanna say my vows.
Vow to stay through sickness and health
Through the poor and the wealth
Id swim across the ocean
Id walk the land
Id hike up a mountain
Just to hold your hand
Fast-forward would finally allow you to be mine
Id skip everything just to see the stars align
Should I press pause?
And stay in this moment 
just because
Right now the butterflies in my belly are fluttering
Trying to find sweetest words- stuttering. 
Ill press fast-forward
Pressing pause would be torture
I want you now and to never go
That I need you to know
Rewind, pause, play and fast-forward are four buttons
If life had buttons, things would change all of a sudden
You could go back
When things start to crack
You could pause and stay in that moment
Just because
You could play
And go day by day
Or fast-forward and see
What life has to offer
Ill press fast-forward and then ill press play. 
Ill skip everything and have you that day
Life doesnt have buttons so ill have to wait
Id wait patiently all my life because you are my soulmate.


Long poem by Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Details |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.


Long poem by Janet Cervenka | Details |

Observing Love

Observer,
Though impartial, I can never be as
I try to see you through others eyes.
Today you will be just a man—
Past his youth, not yet elderly,
Though you show signs of aging.
Your dark hair, now sports silver,
Or perhaps that’s just the beard. 
You remain tall, could never be otherwise
When you stand over six foot two.
The spring in your step has shifted;
Now the measured step of one who knows 
His direction and has felt the weight of responsibility.
The complacency of years has added a pound or two,
And the sun, or was it worry, left a few lines around your brown eyes.
Despite it all, women still find you attractive--
Evidenced by their eyes tracking you, then jumping
To me with puzzled curiosity.

Covetous gazes are just there--
An impartial reminder that for better or worse, you chose me,
And all detachment ends.
My eyes may see you as just another man,
My heart never could.
It sees every flaw and imperfections, and each
Carries its own endearment because it
Creates you in your entirety of emotions, habits, and form.
Your chest is the one I have laid my head upon for warmth,
To cuddle against, or to soak up tears of sorrow and grief.
Your scarred hands are the ones that hold mine just because,
Stroke through my hair, and caress my body in more ways
Than I could ever describe.
Your mouth still kisses me good morning 
and says, “I love you,” in front of the guys.
Your whiskey brown eyes, see all, or do they?
Sometimes, I know they must be blind as they look past
All of my foibles and blemishes to see only desirability and beauty.
That is your magic which annihilates objectivity, for whom
Could ever be dispassionate through the eyes of love?
I am compelled by your love, until I am
Nothing more than your reflecting pool, a deep
Morass of feeling, ignoring all others.
There may be thousands more handsome, smarter,
Better able to provide, but for me, there is only you:
My rock; my safety blanket; my magic mirror; my partner;
My Love

So once again I have failed.
My thoughts have morphed from unbiased to subjective,
But it’s a failure that I’ll gladly own.
Perhaps it means I love you, at least half as well
As you love me—the bar is incredibly high.
My eyes see never just a man, but my man—
The one who loves me when I cannot;
The one who loves me through trials, change and joys;
The one who makes me better than I thought I could be;
The one who owns my heart and steals objectivity.
Know that, while observational neutrality vanished,
My love never could.


Long poem by Emm 'n Ashe Lemons | Details |

Birthday Wish - A

There lie cake and candles
And I'm not knowing what to do
I clap along to their singing
Hoping they finish their quadrilingual song
And we get through
I lean over the cake pulling my hair away
Reminiscing quickly over the past year, past day
I hear someone tell me to make a wish, asking me if I will
So I think of everything I wanted, things I claimed that to have them I would even kill
But it all seemed so petty for a birthday wish, too superficial
I wanted this wish to mean something, something crucial
I glance up quickly and scan the crowd
Listening to their tone deaf singing, so proud
Think of what helped me survive, made everything okay
And I know what to wish for
But I steal a glance at the door
She isn’t there, though I hoped she was
Guiding, watching me grow, like she always does
I know what to wish for, and lean forward at last
Structuring my wish fast
I wished for them
I wished for her who was there for me day or night
To talk to, play with, even fight
I wished for him who spoke his heart so true
But hid it so well I never had a clue
I wished for him who was too small
But his personality built him up so tall
I wished for her who never did overreact
She's crazy and placid, that’s a contradicting fact
I wished for him who's bribed to walk
And makes me laugh with our random talk
I wished for him, his smile so wide
Remembering that when he left, I cried
Wished for her who always nags
Always there for a vent, a gush, and loving me always, in riches or rags
I wished for him, the one I held a hidden love for
The one that always gave then gave some more
I wished for her, the total crazy
The one so different, yet the same as me
I wished for the two to trust
The true male version of us
I wished for the one I feel the need to shelter
The one that has helped me just as I've helped her
I wished for the perfect couple standing by
Who will probably be in love till they die
I wished for the guy who shares my dad's name
For his smile, conversation, and jokes that are just plain lame
I wished for the brother missing
Despite all the years of fighting, hitting, and dissing
I wished for each and every one of them, for them all
The kids crowding around me, filling the room wall to wall
I wished to have them by my side till the end of time
There to catch me at every fall and help me with every climb
The ones there with me through this journey
The ones I love, and who love me
I want them there with me through every endeavor
So I wished to have them forever and ever


Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Vasava - An Untold Story 13/Many

Vasava – An untold story					13/Many 


It appeared that the rhythms of her moving steps, were effecting
Even the sound of instruments, being played over there
And the viewers were rocking and were almost unconscious 
Under the magic of her enchanting dance, where 
She was trying to be one, with her heart and soul’s favorite Krishna**

Spectators were in a confusion, whether they should hear 
The sound of her Noopur’s** coming from her beautiful thrilling legs
Or they should watch the matchless beauty of her alluring face
The bewilderment kept on,  through out the night
Till Vasava’s performances remained on the stage

The eyes of spectators were trying, not to miss the charms of her beauty
And their ears were trying not to miss any sound, coming from her Nooper’s  
Which were tied up with her feet and were thrilling with her dancing steps
Everyone’s only wish and desire, in those rare moments was 
The show of her heavenly beauty, must go on and on and should never end


But like every thing which starts one day, in this mortal world
The show of Vasava also came to an end, in the early morning hours of next day
And suddenly the beautiful glamour of the night, started looking dull
When Vasava took leave from her spectators, with her half smiling face
After giving them the most beautiful gift of her company to all the guests
 
After closing of the annual function of Vijayadesmi**
Everyone left the auditorium of the Palace
Wishing and hoping that next year only, they would again be here
To see and witness the splendid beauty of Vasava and to hear the melodies
Which would keep pouring honey, in their ears again years after years

Emperor Udiyan also left the Palace, but with a heart,
Feeling the weight of a mountain on his chest
It became difficult and more difficult, for him to forgot her face
But more difficult it was for him to accept,
That Vasava can not be possessed, even by a mighty King like Udiyan 

Her thoughts and her feelings in his mind, were going higher and higher
Life the rising waves of a disturbed sea, they were splashing,
On the shores of his completely lost and disturbed mind
Causing Udiyan not to rest, for a while during the day and 
Even during the next night, in which Udiyan could not sleep for a while



Ravindra

Kanpur India   4th April 2010                                                         to continue in 14/ Many


** Two star means already explained earlier. Please see references in previous parts




Long poem by Eve T.M.M. | Details |

Un-mailed Letter

Last night I cried my last tears of unfilled memories of what could have been. Within your thin heart...your unknown desires I've come to realize will be forever dear when I depart. With this statement I surely must have known.

I'm letting you know I want you to find another beautiful soul so very close to where you reside and hang your hat. There will be someone even sweeter than I can ever be.
for I really have been a free-spirited being. no one can tame my qualities to whom I am. I'm finally letting you know, please I'm letting you go, we were never meant to be.

These long distant love affairs, I've always known truly never last within anyone's soul.
Just let a new beautiful dawn in there ever you go. For this heart of mine will eventually, hurt less as time goes by. Among every season this heart will hurt even less. Let others fondle and caress the desires you have within your not full filled waxen desires. I will never contemplate to even thinking of going to see your place. Just let others into your dear irresistible heart. Your charismatic charms, I will feel will go an extra long way. Let another beautiful soul enter your realistic attributes there in.

For under this beautiful moon on this tainted night, I'm finally letting you go. Please read between the lines, I never want to hurt this way again. I've always known long distant  love affairs eventually fall apart.

This old heart of mine has finally set you free. As I walk under this contemporary field of lawn, I've set a new lease on life to industrialize a happier tone. Bring God closer to my heartiest being. I'll only write for me and the greatest of powers to the highest of God's intent. My soul has found an uncanny place within.

This letter is mine is saying find someone else closer to you to love. I'm letting you go and let love set you free to a happier destiny of this I'm sure. There's only one person whom I surely know that has accepted me with the happiest degree. The heavens above with the love of God has made me accept my destinies call.

I no longer stumble with the unknown of spoken words. so set your heart free and please let me go. I  never wanted to hurt anyone especially you. For I only wanted to be your friend initially of this I know. You were never meant to be mine of this I'm sure. So may God be with you with all your journeys and his blessings.
This will be my last written letter to you. And please walk with God, for he is Blessing You!!


Written: Sept. 23, 14
Eve T.M.M.


Long poem by Kasra Mojahed | Details |

Love is

What is that thing that is called love? 
Some people believe it is a gift from above 

Others say it brings nothing but pain 
Maybe it is a one way train 
When you take your path 
You could never go back again 

It may take you to the happiness door 
Or maybe make you taste life's sore! 

Maybe love is just like the rain 
You never know how hard it would be 
Or how long it would last 
Love could come so fast 
I mean love from the first sight 
Or it could take so long time 
to be meant to be.. to be so right 
Love could put you into darkness 
And could bring you the brightest light! 

Love is like the fire 
Such a mysterious desire 
But weather it is going to warm your heart 
Or burn your home 
You can never forsee it from the start 
You can never tell 
If It is going to lead you to heavens 
Or is it going to lead you to hell! 

Love could take you from the cold 
And make you feel so warm 
Love is like a rose 
Beautiful but also with thorns that could harm! 

Love could be like glass 
If you dropp it, it shatters 
And never be put completly back together 
But love can also be like porceline 
Never cracks & stays forever 

It is so strange 
How could such a small word hold so many contradictories? ! 
A small word but with so many question marks 
It is such a complicated feeling 
That confuses any human being! 

As for me.. I'm just a young little girl 
Trying to know what is love? ! 
Simply for me 
Love is like a white dove 
Flying so high 
Up.. Up in the baby blue sky 

So far for me to reach 
But If I only understand it 
To the whole world I would teach 

Love is so precious 
Love is a treasure 
Love is not cheap 
Love is when you can't fall asleep 
For reality is better than dreams 
And life is sweeter than it seams 

Love comes from the heart 
Not the brain 
You don't know when it starts 
You don't think about it 
You just feel it over and over again 

Love is not Just the saying of words 
But the giving of one self 
Love is caring 
Love is daring 
And most of All 
Love is sharing 

Love is not to live in fears 
Love is not a matter of counting years 
But making the years count 

Love is 
Telling, listening, understanding, 
Respecting the truth and never pretending 
True love does NOT have a happy ending! 
True love does NOT have an ending! 

Love.. some say it is blind 
But I say 
Love gives you a third eye 
To make it easy for you to find 
Who is worthy? ! !


Long poem by Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Details |

MY OWN SELFLESS LOVE

Sometimes, I wish I am a man
For if I want to win a heart
I will do everything I can
To be with the person, I love

I will talk to her about anything and everything under the sun
I will show her my day to day growing interest
I will show this every now and then
So long as her peace, I will not disturb

If she does not reply, I will leave a message
I will call her for sometime: a minute or two
I will show her I am concerned
I will let her see I care

I will try to befriend her
Know openly her goals and dreams
I will let her feel that with those she said 
I am willing to be a part of it

No rules or custom shall stop me to show 
If she rich, I must strive hard than before
I must let her know, I am someone dependable
I am someone diligent and truly responsible

I will let her be my one and only
That, I am someone who is faithful
Even if she has a lot of suitors
I will not compete with anyone but myself

I must let her see I am all that she's looking for
I will be determined and will pursue her
Give her flowers if I can; Give her any gift if I can
But with each gift, I'll touch it with some personal me

To make her remember me, That even though I bought
It is specially for her, a part of me is included in it
I will let her see my persistence and sincerity
If she is too hard still,I will try to get closer with persons close to her

To her family, her friends and even colleagues at work
If they will see me good to her, I hope they will be my bridge to her
I hope they will all the more make me shine to her
I hope if ever I win them, so her heart and yes I will win

If she has been hurt before,I will let her see am not there to hurt more
Instead, I am there to help, to restore and to heal any hurts
If in any event it was inevitable that I hurt her, I will again win her back
For I do not want to lose her, I would rather be the one hurting than her

I will focus on the day I met her, for I want to be her present and future
Whatever was her in the past, I will lay it rest and be gone history
That even if past the years, age touch us physically and emotionally
I will stand steadfastly on her side for as long as God will permit

I will ask fervently for God's blessing and grace
Sensitive enough and with her happiness as my priority
With all these, I believe no heart is so hard and cold
That it can not be moved, That it can never even feel

Lastly, I will not make any promises
Just I will do, I will do

by:
olive_eloi
11:56 am
02/16/2014

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