Love Alliteration Poems | Examples
These Love Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Love. These are the best examples of Alliteration Love poems written by international poets.
The Good was Taken out of the Summer
The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.
The good was taken out of the summer,
With Hunter, her dog left in waiting
For her voice, her footsteps, her care
And the fridge in the kitchen left bare.
The good was taken out of the summer,
Put on pause til her homecoming came,
While in convalescence she lay
In a nursing home, day after day.
The good was put back into summer,
When she returned to where she belonged,
To her garden patch, Hunter and flowers,
To sit,
To be still,
To be ours.
A quarter rest breathed into my consciousness, a playful pretense of a warm hand gently placed above my heart, calming my sedulous spirit.
—by the Poet
When Paris Was All The Rage
Slow sound of the sax; I lay back
and listen to good-old-day lyrics,
when Paris was all the rage,
and the time of love has past
for the old maid sipping wine
on a sidewalk café; staring,
are we, into the eyes of a painting
rainy and colorful; romanticized
by the simmering sound of the sax;
its notes buoyant on the Seine.
Raindrops of gray, blue and cherry
blossom; a scant smile on red lips,
reminiscing the fading beau and hours;
clicking heels and handsome dress.
Sedate and cocksure lyrics and vocables
regulate my heart, warm my pulse points.
A voice croons, as the ‘phonist’s fingers gyrate,
tingling all the senses; cabernet dimmer switch.
Why Dad?
Why did you have to go
Why did you leave me
Why did you pretend something never happened
Why did you put me in this situation
Why did you yell at me
Why did you tell me you still loved my mom
Why did you leave me with trauma
Why did you lie to me
Why did you overdose twice
Why did you lie about your pass
Why did you stay
Why did you say what you said
Why did you gaslight me
Why did you strip me of my childhood
Why did you write poems
Why did you need me
Why did you go to the mental hospital
Why did you make me cry
Why did you say my sister is your favorite
Why did you cause me to write this poem
Why dad?
Nine, five, one, three—
Is that truly all that remains of you?
What fragments of me linger in your mind?
If only you would take a moment to slow down
And gaze upon the world that unfolds before you.
Your way of life is shrouded in enigma.
Your sixth sense, paired with your keen understanding of women,
Collapses like a carefully arranged stack of dominoes —
So unsettling, so uncertain, so trapped in its own confines.
Please, help me unravel the intricacies of your thoughts.
You've often claimed that men are creatures of folly,
Incapable of taming their wild impulses,
As many chase after fleeting desires
And consume whatever is placed before them: so you said.
Sister, sister, if only you could just slow down,
For we are already halfway through this journey.
When a past love transforms into merely a chapter
In the book of our lives,
It signals that you have reached the finish line of that phase.
His number still drifts endlessly in my mind—
Nine, five, one, three, is all that you have left of him.
Please, help me grasp the depths of it all,
Why is it so difficult to truly love?
Moonlit moonrise over a moony moonshine,
Starry-eyed stargazers beneath a starlit starscape,
Wandering wanderers wander in wonder,
Until fleeting hearts no longer fleetingly flutter
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reflection is my sanctuary, a place to savor
time while twirling tender thoughts gently
in my mind -
embracing excitement within,
and this sweet taste of love
but at this moment,
i long to r e p l a y
a familiar tune
on a vintage turntable
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while thinking of you
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somehow it brings me closer,
so curl around me and s t a y
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~ ~ because we belong ~ ~
in rhyme and in song
I knew, and you knew, that if I listened to "Unchained Melody,"
I would have given up yesterday. Without the praises and disappointments, those long, deep sighs experienced during moments of passion, our love felt superficial in comparison. Everything changed when I saw his face in my dreams. Suddenly, the sweet melodies of Gheorghe Zamfir's "Unchained Melody" called me back, and I became the Greek goddess you never heard of. I am free.
My last sigh and our final embrace have turned to dust bunnies, leaving only one reminder: your brown jar of honey, untouched, sticky, and outdated, much like your attempts to seduce me. Those negligees you once loved faded in color, just like yesterday's tears. Everything we once shared in this world now feels so unreal.
I am free, free to love with each breath and each melody, despite the intimidation. We were everything, and I welcomed those nights. However, I am now the brave heart of my soul. My fear has subsided, and my smiles are long overdue. A new secret reveals itself. Close all doors.
I'm a poet
And I don't know it
My rhyme destroys
My pen is poised
To trickle out
Some tale about
A butterfly
Or sunset sky
As sweet as jam
With rhythm slam
Dunk in your tea
My soliloquy
I'm a poet
Happy to show it
So on your bike
As I drop the mic
You may have guessed
If you passed the test
As you peruse
This lyrical muse
That no comp will claim
This shot at fame
My Shakespearean blooper
Hardly 'poetry super'
When the quill is dry
Or my muse is shy
Or the peripatetic
Pen pleads "pathetic"
I turn in shame
When love's words are lame
Yet in hopeful reason
This may be the season
Of drought, no doubt
It may be a good shout
Though my lack I berate
Truth is; seasons rotate
To conclude, I am hopeful
I can re-shape the doleful
Convert all this stressin'
I'm a poet.
(no messin')
The sun sinks slow when dreaded dark overflows
giving mere mortals moments to reflect
all that passes in the day these moments take away
and each influence intrinsically inspect
we have known of old the conflict we are told
is the battle between bad and good
what is right, what is wrong, we must make morals strong
gain empathy, love, and brotherhood
if we could just see with our eyes set free,
only hear when wind whispers silent songs
there might be a better you, maybe a kinder me
in the wisdom of these quiet sing-alongs
a mother bird feeds her babies and I hear the words
rhythmic refrains ringing peace into my heart
'His eye is on the sparrows’,and more of you He knows
comfort “every little thing is gonna be all right’ emparts
Turn down the power.. if just for an hour...
sit still and hear nature sing
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i know
the moment the wind becomes more than a melody,
when shapes skillfully surround me
because of the sun -
i can feel you.
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~ love is in the air ~
and
the welcome of a summer shadow
Sunday June 1st, 2025- Poem of the Day
Say you hate me,
For we all know it's true,
Say you hate me,
For my tears are streaming blue,
Say you hate me,
With little words left to play,
Say you hate me,
So we can wash this hate away,
Say you hate me,
For we know you do,
Say you love me,
But if you did it wouldn’t be true,
Say you hate me,
Because I hate you.
The Early Years
She is to entertain 20 people
I fried up 20 cucumbers
5 lbs. Of okra
In a grit and Parmesan cheese
And bits of bacon in the batter
Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika
Garlic and onion powder in the
Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda*
I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin
And sliced it thin with commercial
Mixer, I mean the slicer
A creamy sauce to top it
With vinager , jalapeno, lime
Cream cheese and sour cream
With a touch of fish stock and a
Drop or two of gin, extra dry honey!
Fixed some cheesy grits
Fried some green tomatoes
Steamed some shrimp
And made crab balls
And a pot of
Hollindise
With lime and tequila
and cayenne, Sweet Missie
Slap my ass!
Strawberry shortcake
With
A rummy strawberry sauce
Whipped cream
And vanilla ice cream
Ya'll that's ah party!
Slurp the white zinfendell
And tug at your drawels
She got to take
Notice of this
Mans efforts!
Biscuits sweet like cookies
Dix's wanna pound sum
P*ssie!
I"it'ss s ah love thang! "
winds wicked ways
wind-up women's wear
winsome whispers woo
wine, walks, waltzes, white weddings, whoosh
winters' wearisome wars with warmth
winnow weathered warriors, widows weep
Wish I knew what depths of your heart holds, all the loose wires that release high voltages, whenever I try reaching out to you, prohibiting my emötional ease
exchange codes, with your programmer to know all the right keys to your happiness, to see the world via the same lenses as you, be able to polish your smiles and numb your pain
so wish, I was a bomb difuser, for you are a ticking bomb, waiting to explode any tile, not knowing how to handle you, excruciates my living, hope you grant me acces and allow me to dance to drum beat of your heart
#Poetic_Ink