Best Introspectionlove Poems
I hear your voice, just a whisper
I hear you sing it one last time
I could have sworn I heard you say
"I love you" before you turned away
faded roses in your hand
from the bed where they were strewn
petals wilted and turning brown
falling through fingers to the ground
I didn't see the things you saw
didn't know that it was there
as a heart escapes what was in the air
the end to a tragic love affair
two lovers in the heat of night
wait upon the sun to rise
ships that sail under red-sky seas
a love without a guaranty
Who is noble to pay respect which springs from within?
Respect cannot be hidden.
Who is grateful to have the past gratitude?
Respect is the best human sentiment which has no other substitute.
Who is charitable today?
How many does to you a kind word say?
Charity means an act of generosity
Charity is an act of liberality.
Charity underlines kindness,
Also hospitality and frankness.
Charity transforms man into a human being
It is just a noble and humble understanding
How many are to the poor and needy merciful?
How many are to the unfortunate, down- trodden and helpless pitiful?
Who does love one another selflessly?
Without having any selfish motives and without greed
Who does have affection for one?
Only bitter hatred but love for none.
Is anyone as humble as a sea rock?
Pride has made them to others sneer and mock.
Is anyone as Gandhiji honest?
But left to burn in the lava of anger, jealousy
Greed, selfishness and turn them ugliest.
Is there anyone who is backbiting?
Who is to all the wishes and desires of the
unfortunates and orphans fulfilling?
Is there anyone left who is spotless?
Unmoved by the pain, sorrow, grief, agony and is immensely joyous?
Science and money have crippled and deadened man's sensibilities
He has erased himself from humanity and responsibilities.
A lmost always late (unless it’s for a movie);
N ight owl though I am, I love the sun.
D imples when I smile; to dance or drive a ragtop are two things I find groovy.
R ational and “real,” I tell it like it is to everyone.
E xuberant at carnivals or joking with someone;
A ware of all my flaws, and one of them is having too much fun!
D iligent and dedicated - words that well describe me.
I n things I love to do, I give my all.
E nglish is my forte. I’ve taught since 1983.
T hankfulness I feel, though now at 56, my bones could use an overhaul!
R egret I rarely feel. Most things I do - I know I’d do again.
I ntolerance, injustice and ignorance I hate to see.
C onscientious since a child I’ve always been.
H appy, kind, forgiving, and easy-going. Now you know more about me.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
for kristen bruni's contest:
"Love Me Why?"
In the movie sling blade
A character was made
This person represents
Souls on this earth who live in torment
Little ones who can't defend
Little ones who don't understand
Little ones who at your mercy
Can receive love or cursing
Which do you choose to give your child
Do you love and encourage with each mile
Or do you criticize
Causing psychological crushing to their eyes
Form:
~Wonderful Counselor
Prince of all peace
Let love be my advice
As I eschew world vice
~Majesty
Secure thy articles of covenant
Awesome Emanuel
God of Nathaniel
Source Unlimited
~Consummate our marriage
Store me in thy essential
In thy unlimited potential
~Mutuality
Love universally
Thy holy creation
By thy holy acclamation
~Acclamation
Proclamations of equality
In the streets and on the mountains
From vortex of love’s fountains
~Equality
My voice and my speech
I shall renew as request
For I am... thy love shall manifest
~Adoration
I offer thine own glory
Your acclamation
My Conscience of creation!
Selah!
Through all the pain in my life
I think I should just shut off
Shut off and go away
and pretend to be lost
It’s better that way
no one to hurt
No one to love me
and then see their eyes divert
Why do I let people see my shadowy heart?
You’d think this time I would be smart
Always letting myself finally believe
Believe I found love so open and sweet
Finally thinking I could let my heart fly free
Now I know it never happens that way for me
Form:
It is common of me
to burn my loved ones,
with the flames of my
own emotional resistance,
For to succumb, would eradicate
the persona of my creation,
Thus, eliminating the very core
of my introverted individualism,
As each is devoted to guiding
me toward a greater destiny,
Opening the doors of their essence,
asking "Where to little boy?"
My answer is " To the beloved
serenity that lies only between
a writer and the words that become
powerful statements he cannot say"
As old wounds become reopened
by the painful blade of silence,
I commend them on comprehending
the truth of the delicate situation,
For not one unreturned embrace
is meant to be a personal insult,
Instead, each is a self-sheltered boy
whose compassion hides within ink,
Therefore, I plead for the strength
to love them, by learning to love me,
For my affection of self, is stalled,
by a lack of knowledge of who I am,
Causing confusion in every thought
which weighs on my being,
Imprisoned in the bitter sweetness
of being loved, and being lost,
With convoluted thoughts within me,
I shall write tonight in a place of tranquility,
In hopes of clearing a mind broken asunder,
by the paralyzing silence of an arduous lifestyle
Which I will equate with the last walk home
after the harrowing survival of an odyssey,
And slowly stumble my way back to humanity
With the intent on finding, the boy they knew,
the man I once longed to become,
and the lost person, slowly slipping away,
into the strange depths, of complete isolation
At 5 a.m. he's on the job
I kiss him goodbye with a smile and a hug
Our marriage is heaven, he loves me so much
He gives "unconditional" new meaning for us
I maxed out the charge cards and put us in debt
He reminds me I'm perfect without getting upset
You can do no wrong, he says with a smile
My love is lifelong; we'll live it in style
No matter what happens, you're my number one
I'll love you forever, my darling, my hun
He makes enough money for a comfortable life
Yet, there's never enough because I'm his wife
I gave up the drinking intending to change
But truth all be told, it was just an exchange
The shopping addiction was waiting for me
To have and to use at Walmart til 3 (a.m.)
I hid all the bags in the trunk of my car
The guilt and the shame, what I'm feeling so far
Somehow disappeared without leaving a trace
Of remorse or repentance, I'm such a disgrace
His trust is misplaced, love taken for granted
I have to become his shiksa enchanted.
Last week all the charge cards were paid off with credit
I put them away and switched over to debit.
Silence from me was your request.
So, my silence says I love you. No more, no less.
As for me, I’d love to hear
your hopes and your dreams, whatever you hold dear.
So what does your silence say?
I’m OK?
Just go away?
We'll talk another day?
Can't find the words today?
You'd never understand me anyway?
So loved one,
What does your silence say?
~a labor of love they say,
is love the labor?
to prove truth?
Quinzaine for Dr Ram’s contest
Between each word and syllable
There are pauses
Ones that represent
Thought and, too, conveying
A lapse for dramatic effect
Between each beat of my heart
There are pauses
Ones that tell me
Of love and how it effects life
Inspiring passion for love and life
a triangle with one too many points
with a compass, I draw for you a perfect circle
the arcs were always connected
between two, without me
blind, I refused to see
no longer do I try
to insinuate myself into your heart
your love was always complete
my imagination...
that this verde valley interfered with
your love for the mountains North
what starts without anything
ends with nothing
what starts without feeling
ends my belief
what starts without fire
ends less desirable
more so, when you name your price
I search your eyes for who I am
Who I have become
As if I can’t find meaning in
My own reflection
I listen for what you call me
Who I am to be
As if what you see matters more
Then what I’m meant to see
I ask you to love me
Like I want to love myself
Foolish I am to ask you for
What shouldn’t lie anywhere else
Thoughts unbidden come to mind
When I reflect upon the day
Feelings new and strange I find
Whence they come I cannot say
When I reflect upon the day
My musings manifest as sounds
Whence they come I cannot say
A chorus of my love abounds
My musings manifest as sounds
The melody of living
A chorus of my love abounds
By the practice of forgiving
The melody of living
In a composition whole
By the practice of forgiving
As I seek within my soul
In a composition whole
Feelings new and strange I find
As I seek within my soul
Thoughts unbidden come to mind
Darrin Funk
The things I've done are not exceptional:
If anything - my work is average,
But in quantity, my works excel.
I've never spent the time to perfect a single skill:
If anything - I worsen as I practice,
But in quality, I have nothing but potential.
So words on a page are my preferred form of art,
Or the music you play as you drive in you car.
And the things that you love are the things that I love.
The things that I love are numerous like stars.
My opinions are subject to be spoken to all,
If anything - I'd let you know them well,
But in objectivity, I can not tell.
For me, practicality is a something intentional
If anything - It drives my every action,
But in sensitivity, miserably do I fail.
So accept me, or do not, for the things that I am,
Or shun me like unappreciated men,
And ignore what I say or say what you say.
The things that I say will be heard in the end.