Love Tritina Poems

Love’s scars, such exquisite markings;
Branded with a faded fine line stain,
you’ve taken me taken my heart;

Handle it gingerly this fragile heart 
it has become tender...

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LONELINESS

FOR THE LONE ONE ON THE EDGE OF THE CLIFF
WINDS HUSTLES TO GET HIS DIVIDING ATTENTION
DELVING ON HIS DEEPER MEMORIES

REMEMBERING HER ON THE COLD HARSH...

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Swimming in the blind; feeling by electricity
Puddin found her without ever eying; the food he was relying
Their connection developed slowly; for neither found the other...

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My heart resembles the fragility of a petal.
Blossoming behind metaphors within poetry.
The beauty is in the grandeur of their silence.

I portray my words for you...

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Morning wakes me up by God’s light* so radiant
Cheering my heart with love that’s triumphant
Blest am I to spend the day, blissfully vibrant.

In the afternoon,...

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Shelves filled with all kinds of books,
will take a plain wall and make it pretty,
this makes real beauty for you and I.


Maybe some hot rose...

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I watch whirling shadows, as lovers are hugging.
Disco lights tug at my heart like a small child.
The low punchbowl is both shallow and deep.

My fixation...

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Breezes rock the park - a soft sway of sun.
They are rosebud-faced, floral lace-swaddled,
sun-smiley; rapt eyes watching butterflies.

Their fingers dance in air like butterflies.
They are...

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Seasons change, love remains; my heart stays soft.
In marital bond, your touch soothes the hard.
Though less gentle fondness falls from your mouth.

Through gale storms and...

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When young, I liked to read about romance.
Rarely did I read works of poetry.
But I read a few that were beautiful.

Sara Teasdale’s poems were beautiful.
I...

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"Grief is the price we pay for love."

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Our home was lit with autumn's spicy scent.
Now spent are the forms that had something to hold:
votive molds, photo frames, vases.... forsaken.

The form within my...

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a mystic poetess in her thought patterns
of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms
with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence. 

in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence
caressing...

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What soul soiled spotted endowed esteemed
 My lady common bestows dearest
Chance mine heart soul covers  Beloved

Men lust and desire you Beloved
Oh!  That mine...

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Immediate and intimate is love
but strangely we prefer darkness to light,
subduing magnetism that ushers bliss.

Pure of heart alone imbibe divine bliss,
innate to our being, as...

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